Annie and Me 5: Sundays, Sisters, Skirts, Socks, Sneakers and Scarves (F/FFf)

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Annie and Me 5: Sundays, Sisters, Skirts, Socks, Sneakers and Scarves (F/FFf)
Sunday, December 29, 2019

“I’m sorry. I do not understand,” I say to the young man who is trying to charm me.
“My apologies,” he walks away from me, and Annie looks at me in horror.
“Why did you do that?!” my little sister’s eyes are wide as saucers, “You lied to him!”
“Samantha, that was horrible,” Joy adds to it, “You and Chase aren't steady. Apologize.”
“OK… I do not trust the young man converts,” I admit to my shame and went to him, “Sorry.”
“Excuse me?” he turns to me.
“I am sorry for acting like a dumb foreigner. I would like that cup of coffee.”

Long story short, Chase is a “friend.” Sort of. We go out together, but mostly I am friends with his sister and cousins. Sometimes we play dirty, to my utmost disgrace. He is not really good to me. He likes my looks and personality, but he is a Protestant and disrespects my faith much and has more than once upset me. I only stay with him for the lust. I am a sinful young woman who is home from her third fall semester of college, in December 2019, for Christmas break, and it is time for me to make a big decision.

I look to my sister and Joy, who are eating Sunday dinner with me and Momma today since Joy has nowhere to go. One roommate is with her own family, and the other, who is her sister, will be going next door to the house of Momma’s brother and his family because she is dating one of my cousins. This has been special in a big way: today, through this English language church, Joy and her big sister were officially received into Orthodoxy as converts. Many people are talking to Joy, and I was blessed to be Joy’s sponsor and, in a silly twist, her tetja, or godmother, despite her being older! It was through me Joy discovered this little known branch of Christianity.

I talk to the young man until, finally, Annie returns to my side. She is ready to come back to my home for Sunday lunch and games with me, Momma, and Joy. That humble smile of admiration is so precious that I must respect it, and I promise to meet the man at my church next Sunday. It is over between Chase and I; that relationship only exists for lust. It is time to think of my future as a Russian Orthodox Christian first and put aside my fleshly cravings. Joy is inspirational just as much as Annie.

“Annila,” Joy says in the car on the way home, “Your headscarf is cute.”
“Thank you!” Annie smiles at our friend, “It was Momma’s.”
“How happy she must be to see you honoring her,” my friend's eyes sparkle.
“How much I miss her!” my little sister slouches in her seat and wraps her arms about herself.
“You girls look so much alike despite having different mothers.”
“Yes,” it is my turn to smile, “Annie and I are alike but different.”
“She has a pretty traditional headscarf, and you have a quietly pious bandana. Both are good.”
“Oh, I see, this is you angling to tie us up together,” I kindly tease Joy while parking the car.
“Your bandana is just as quiet and pious,” Annie sweetly compliments Joy.

My little sister, Annila Räänta, is so adorable. She is so much like me but so different. It is, at a distance, obvious we are sisters, even with our headscarves. Her blonde hair has streaks that are lighter and darker, like mine, but the extremes are more extreme than mine. From the nose up, I look like Momma, and she similarly looks like hers. Her eyes are a brilliant blue whereas mine can be gray or green at the right angle. Yes, our faces look the same, though.

She is dressed simply yet brightly. Her skirt is a bright blue, and her top is a primary color blue turtleneck t-shirt, just like the ones I wear in winter. She has matching knee socks and, just like me, white canvas sneakers. Her headscarf is white with bright blue flowers, for now, since it is certain what will happen as soon as we are home.

I am similarly well covered, like any good Russian girl. Yes, we are both Räänta’s, but after my whole life being spent with Momma, being born in Russia, and attending a Russian church, I see myself as Russian first. Besides the sneakers, I have a green turtleneck in the same style as that which Annie is wearing, a similarly green skirt, and a white kerchief bandana. My hair always is in a long braid.

“I wish she'd smile more like you instead of being so stern and flat lipped,” Joy teases me.
“Sammy says you're the best at kidnapping her; would you show me when we get home?”
“OK, I will,” my friend bumps fists with my sister; Joy is older than me but more hip.
“If I am kidnapped, who is going to kidnap you?” I ask Annie with a smirk.
“She's an American spy sent to extract the secrets of Finland through tying and tickling!”
“Well, she is an eager young thing! I’ll do it,” Joy feels the love; she has a big sister as well.

Joy was embedded in the piety of my community long before she discovered it. A purple ankle skirt and a matching kerchief bandana are matched by a pink long-sleeve t-shirt and sneakers. I suspect she has pink ankle socks under it all. This is how Joy dressed back when I met her as a college freshman while she was a college senior. She dresses this way every day, because she is a girl like me, with a love for extramarital sex. Dressing this way, she says, reminds her that she is supposed to be pure, and I admire her very much since she is human and still makes mistakes.

We want to have our arms tied with scarves, and we tell Joy to have fun and mix it up to surprise us in this little game which we have agreed to play. TUGs are a source of much happiness for us in this little house. Momma says lunch will not be done until 2:00, and it is not even 12 when we enter the little house. We have plenty of time to play a game. The smell of a roast fills the air. It is much more interesting at dinner time now compared to when I was a 6, 10, or 13 year old.

I have a lot more scarves in the TUG collection now. One of my cousins, who knows about the games but does not play, gave me all the scarves that she, her sister, and her mother decided were no good to wear to school to “wear around the house.” Momma no longer wanted to use some of hers as well, so she gave those to me as well. It was only 9 or 10 total, but it means that now we have enough to tie up two girls very well, and this means more fun for Annie and me. A mix of a variety of binding agents is also fun, and Joy is the best girl to ask such a thing.

“Momma, I’m going to borrow a couple of chairs so that Joy can tie— WHOA!” I am tripped.
“Boom! Take that Tetja Evangelina!” Joy has my wrists zip tied before I hit the ground.
“Samantha, she called you ‘Tetja.’ She is sweet,” Momma teases, “More surprises will come.”
“Yeah, so sweet of her,” I giggle before grunting at a zip crushing my arms above my elbows.
“I think she’s so sweet and respectful. She let you ask before she grabbed you,” Annie smiles.
“Oh, yeah. Oof!” those zips are tight, she’s such a sweetheart,” my voice becomes strained.
“Awww, Samantha, I didn’t know you cared that much!” Joy’s teasing is so loving!
“She really cares about you!” my little sister is almost bouncing with excitement.
“Yes, but,” Joy pulls a water pistol from my bag, “I’m a spy. Bedroom. Grab the chairs! GO!”
“Oh, no!” Annie says while grinning like a child as she hastily obeys.

My arms are zipped so tightly but so comfortably by my friend. She really cares about me and my little sister and understands my desire for Annie to enjoy TUGs without getting hurt. She is a curious girl, and Joy knows the right way to introduce the girl to the roughness of the game with an understanding that there are some things that she should not be doing until she is older.

The day I was first tied up, I fell in love with the game so much that I even convinced Momma to play with me and tie me up, and while it's not every day it certainly became our favorite thing to do together. Momma and I did not play with zips too much because she didn't need to grab me in a manner like Joy did. Our games were consensual while Joy has freedom to nab me like she has done now. I now notice that my captor is masked with a pink bandana.

Joy leads me into my bedroom; my arms are tightly zipped. I am helpless, but I am free. I once was an angry, bitter girl, but getting roped into these games, pun intended, helped me to discover people like Joy, who taught me how to better love myself, others, and, most of all, Momma. It is an honor to have her friendship. I sit down on the chair after Joy pushes me down,

I appreciate Annie because I have an older half-sister as well. Yes, Papa had us girls and my two brothers with three different women, the first of whom was only his wife by habitation. With the first woman, he had two children, including my half-sister Paulina. Paulina and I are blessed in a way that Annie is not, because Annie’s mother is dead. It is hard talking to Pauline, who lives in Estonia and speaks Estonian and Finnish with little English or Russian. With Annie’s help, we are all able to talk with Annie's good Finnish and my fluency in Russian. I love Paulina, too.

“Girl,” Joy looks at my little sister, “Take off your big sister's socks.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she kneels beside me to obey and takes the knee socks off.
“Put one in your sister's mouth.”
“I just knew you'd do this to us!” I say with a sparkle in my eye and eat the sock.
“Of course I would,” Joy winks at me, “Take this tape and seal her mouth. Strips, please.”
“Uh-uh-uh-O-K,” Annie accepts the double-sided tape.

Strip after strip of the double sided tape goes over my face until five in all seal the socks in my mouth. Joy takes a green bandana, folds it into a wide strip, and ties it over my mouth as a big, tight OTM gag. With the zips, I cannot escape my bonds no matter what happens next; with the gag, I cannot call for help.

Joy takes my special bag of scarves and uses those to tie Annie’s arms. The spy fearfully and, if I may add, convincingly whimpers while her arms get bound in the same three places with those soft yet dangerous oversized squares of fabric. She has been tied with scarves before, yet never have I seen a person who can so perfectly kidnap someone and keep them kidnapped like this. I am not escaping no matter what, and neither is Annie. Annie's socks come off her legs, too.

“No!” Annie says when my other sock approaches her mouth.
“You will open up soon enough,” Joy gently squeezes Annie's nose shut and soon succeeds.
“Mmmmmm!” I hear the tape coming off the same roll while I am in the living room again.
“You do not escape,” Momma greets me, “Go back. Surprise awaits you.”
“Nmmmmmm,” I shake my head, not knowing she is serious about a surprise.
“I said to go back,” Momma turns me around and gently pushes me to walk.
“Awwwwwwww,” I obediently return to join, who now has her hands on her hips.
“For this, you'll get hogtied!” my kidnapper declares.
“Mmmm!” Annie, now OTM gagged with a red bandana, protests a little.

To ensure no escape attempts going forward, Joy ties us up even further. Along my legs and my thighs she ties five of the scarves. A piece of twine ties my big toe together. The same is done to Annie, but she is roped along her legs in a similar manner, and a little twine also goes on her big toes. It is what comes next that truly is the touch of both Joy and my mother.

Rubber bands, the kind that go on your produce, the big, tough, not-so-stretchy, wide pink ones, are perfect for what Joy does to me. The same is done to Annie with zip ties. She uses two on each finger, at the base and near the tips, to tie each finger on the left hand to its counterpart on the right hand. One goes around the base of my hand to secure my thumb to hand, and another goes around my fingers to crush them together. The sisters are captured!

Duct tape is so powerful and tight when used by a girl like Joy, who is strong despite being small in stature. This wraps about our torsos to secure our arms to our bodies. Three individual strips go along our bodies. The first is above our boobs; the second is below the same; the third is just above our hips. We cannot escape this no matter how much we try. Joy takes Annie's shoes and uses the laces to secure a shoe over each of our noses.

As promised, I am laid on the bed, and an old belt binds my upper elbow zip to my ankle scarf in a tight hogtie. Annie is laid on the floor, and she is hogtied from her wrists to her ankles using a black bandana. The sisters have been kidnapped and are in danger at the hands of the American spy! What will this wicked foreign agent do besides, literally, the only thing she can do with my little sister here? Yes, it is the dastardly hairbrush! We're just into the first giggles when…

“Samantha and Annila?” a strangely familiar voice interrupts us.

I look up in horror. My heart stops. My blood goes cold. My muscles seize. The color exits my face. My eyes go wide. Terror seizes me. Joy jumps up and turns to see the person who is now in my room. Rather, there is someone standing in the doorway to my room. Momma promised a surprise, and it's a big surprise.

There she was– shorter than me, with similar blonde hair that threw brown like me and Papa, the same sweet smile like Annie’s, Annie’s eye color, and my frame, but a different nose and chin, a thinner hair texture, and shorter legs relative to her size– Paulina Räänta, my big sister. I froze in disbelief; we’ve never met. For the first time, all of Papa’s daughters are in the same place. Of all the things, Annie and I are bound and gagged.

Paulina looks like a girl whose mother is Estonian, I guess. Like me, she was young when Papa left her life, but, unlike for me, it was Paulina’s mother who was the problem. She is dressed so beautifully that I wish she could see my smile. She looks so very Orthodox as well. It is a very pretty jumper dress that is a soft pink with bright, colorful pink and yellow roses on it, and they are surrounded by lush green leaves. Her silken bandana is similar with pink roses, surrounded by green leaves, on a cream background. The shirt under the jumper is a similar cream color as well. With it, she wears knee socks, also cream, and pink slip-on shoes.

“I thought this was joke,” she giggles, “But your mama said it too. Am I an interruption?”
“No, no, you're not interrupting anything. I am Joy, Samantha’s friend. Your name is?”
“Paulina, Paulina Räänta. I am older half sister to them.”
“Well, Joy,” Momma appears in the door with a glowing smile, “Introduce Paulina to TUGs.”
“TUGs?” Paulina does not know the acronym.
“Oh, all right, is she aware of these?” Joy asks Momma, and I understand what is meant.
“Mmmmmm!” Annie and I try to warn Paulina.

“Anything that brings Samantha so much happiness, she tells me first, Annie second, and Paulina third. This is day of surprises, Samantha, and now there is surprise for Paulina, too. She came to liturgy with me at our church and has been hiding in my bedroom.”
“This is a spy game,” Joy declares, “I am a spy sent to interrogate the Räänta sisters, and you are here to rescue them. Unfortunately, I am in charge. Play along, laugh, and love your little sisters like they love you, and we will all have fun.”

Joy kidnapped me; of course she easily kidnaps Paulina. Paulina is shocked, horrified, that she is being so bizarrely embraced in this love, but she sees the love in my eyes and Annie's eyes. Poor thing just got gagged with one of Annie’s knee socks, but it must be Räänta genes that makes me and Annie love these disgusting gags so much. Joy effortlessly holds Paulina down and places a few strips of double-sided tape over her lips.

Let's see… Yes! She's my sister, with a wonderful elbow bondage made out of rope for her. We have a zipped sister, a scarfed sister, and a roped sister. Joy has no trouble tying Paulina’s wrists and forearms or using scarves to pin her arms to her torso. Off go her socks, and zip ties bind her legs together. A rubber band ties her big toes together, and tons of twine ties her fingers just like mine and Annie’s. A black bandana is used to OTM gag her. She just finally met me in person, 7 years after I first video chatted with her when I was Annie’s age, and less than 3 minutes into it she's captured in her first ever TUG. A rope finishes her off for a hogtie, and my poor big sister is forced to sniff one of my sneakers. Like it or not, Paulina is getting it like Annie and me.

“Mmmmmm!” I groan.
“Nnnnnn!” Annie chimes in.
“Uhhhhhh!” Paulina agrees with us.
“Will one of you speak?” Joy asks us all.
“Nooooo!” we're all in agreement.
“Then you will tickle them, yes?” Momma asks our captor.
“Yes, ma’am, Colonel Lagunova!” the masked adventurer responds.

A series of photographs follows before Joy takes the next step: scarves blindfold us all. We are a helpless trio, tightly bound, gagged, blindfolded, and forced to smell and taste someone's feet. It is a glorious encounter indeed. Annie and Paulina, I hope you are having fun. I guess it's been a day of surprises. I didn't get to tell Momma about what happened after the liturgy. She would be pleased, I think, both with the decisions I made and the way Annie and Joy reprimanded me.

Papa is a difficult topic. Papa exited my life after he abused me in a drunken rage; I refused to let him back into my life despite Momma’s insistence, when I was maybe 10, that Papa had truly changed. I refused to believe that the man who hurt me could get his life together, remarry, have more children, and even become a respected man in a new church in Kansas City, but it was all so true. For so many years, I was stabbing Papa in the heart, but then my heart changed. It is all for the better now, but I have regrets about refusing his cards and phone calls. To say how much he has change, he and Momma are looking at reuniting in the aftermath of the death of Annie’s lovely mother, which happened shortly after he moved back here to be closer to me.

Joy, with or without her trusty hair brushes, is a dangerous tickle monster. Now, it is time for us to truly taste and smell the essence of Annie and me. We are truly the captured spies, now, but I see so much to like in this scenario. Call me what you wish, but I like it. I know Annie does, but what will Paulina think of this? We are going to find out. I hope she has fun. I want my sister to at least appreciate the game I love.

So it begins, the laughter. The hairbrush bristles begin assaulting our bare feet, the six feet of the three Räänta sisters. What a joy it brings as we begin to heave our lungs up and down in bursts of horrible, painful, delightful laughter. I love tickling best. I love laughing so helplessly. It’s a vicious cycle.

You laugh until you cannot laugh any more. Then, when you are done laughing, you giggle until you cannot giggle any more. Then, when you cannot giggle, you must painfully chuckle, a hard and forced chuckle, until you cannot even do that any longer. Then, when you are done with the chuckling, you groan until you cannot groan any more because the pain in your lungs is so great that all you can do is cry. Then, you angrily yell into the gag and thrash. By this point, you will be soaked in your own sweat and drooling heavily, and more than once I have drooled so much I loosened the adhesive on a wrapped tape gag.

This is what Joy does to us, all three of us. The hairbrush both blesses and curses us. I wish that I could see my sisters’ eyes, but I cannot because of the bandanas covering our eyes. We all are in fits of laughter, hearty laughter, and while I am laughing my mind thinks about the things that Momma has said. She promised surprises, and the surprise was my sister. She said Paulina was hiding in her room, which means Paulina heard all that happened from when Annie, Joy, and me entered the house together, including our kidnappings.

Yes, we laugh, and we laugh with happiness of sisterhood. We are sisters, finally united together in one place, and of course we will go to see Papa after this so that he, too, can revel in Paulina, the daughter he has not hugged in over 20 years. I am happy to be with my sisters. I guess I can finally say that my love of bondage has brought a tangible blessing to Annie as well as me. I had tried so hard to make sure no harm would come to her, and Momma and I grew through the game just as I grew with my friends. Now, Annie, Paulina, and I are growing through the game.

We laugh until we are reduced to giggling. Nothing is like a group of girls, especially friends or sisters, giggling together, and we giggle quite strongly because Joy cannot tickle all of us at once, which drags out the torture even longer. I can tell by ear that Annie and Paulina can’t handle this as well as me. They started giggling while I was still confidently laughing.

I have just started my giggling when Annila and Paulina are approaching the end of theirs. It is a mixed reaction, I guess. I am a rower, a strong girl who can hold her breath for at least 5 minutes if necessary. I am giggling with a thrill in my heart, but the thrill is diminished by my inability to see my sisters. Unfortunately, my wish does not get fulfilled.

Joy is such a sweet girl. She does not know Paulina, and this is why she has waited until now for the greatest assault of all: fingers in the rib cage. I think she was afraid of causing discomfort by using her fingers to tickle my sister, but, now that the torture is well underway, Joy’s boldness is returning. What an ability to dig she has with those strong hands!

My sisters are groaning and are in pain, and Joy gives Paulina a reprieve from further torments at her hands. Alas, I am not so lucky; indeed, she continues digging into me as if I have endurance in a manner like I described before. In fact, I do, and I hear Annie begging for mercy. I’m alone in being tickled, which means Joy is safe to give me 100% of her attention.

The chuckles last only so long though. I chuckle and chuckle until I cannot handle it any longer, and then I groan. Groaning does not bring mercy to me, though, because Joy knows me too well. I am just getting the start of the worst that is coming to me, and most charming is how silent Joy is while dishing this out. She is a master kidnapper and silent killer, perfect for the role of a spy sent to capture and interrogate the Räänta spy sisters. The double sided tape is getting wet, and it is slowly loosening from my face.

I am groaning now, but the tickling goes on and on. It is me, so Joy even jerks on my braid two times just to keep me on my toes. She is really relishing this as much as we are, and I no longer am laughing, giggling, chuckling, or groaning. It has reached that point that I am howling in the pain of too much tickling, and I am almost in what I will call tickle space, a special euphoria that I get only from tickling that is not quite subspace because I am lucid but completely elated with my torment. I spit out the socks to Joy’s surprise.

“Joy, this has been incredible. Leave us blindfolded and untie us, please.”
“OK, Samantha, I will do that,” she says with pleasure of her own.
“Does this mean game is done?” I hear Momma’s voice.
“Yes, Momma, game is done,” I respond with the article-free grammar our native Russian has.
“I can see all four of you are happy; that makes me glad.”
“I love you, Momma.”

Joy is a master and unties us carefully to make sure we are all safe. I figure that, after she put the blindfolds on, that she took more pictures of her captives. Most importantly, it is Paulina’s first TUG, a moment she realizes is big. Christmas time has already brought me presents I will never forget. Meeting Paulina is special, but, soon, we will touch.

When the blindfolds come off, I see her with my own eyes again, standing up straight and with a good Scandinavian stature just a couple inches below my own. She is Paulina, my older sister. I immediately embrace her and squeal with joy, quite unlike me but a statement of my emotions. I step back and look at her and motion for Annie to greet her oldest sister.

What a day it has been, a joyous day. Even I am smiling. Me, the tight-lipped girl who can be so cold as to brazenly ignore someone in church, is smiling. It has been a great day, and it is going to be even happier as the day goes on. Wait until Papa sees his little girl. Joy graciously takes an avalanche of photos of the sisters together. We are so very much girls of another culture; we are blessed to have our friend who has adopted our lesser known branch of Christianity as hers.

“Sammy, it is pleasure to be here. To meet you. To play with you and Annila,” she says.
“You have no idea,” Joy says, “I am close to my sister, very close. To see this… I can feel your emotions. Sammy, I can't fathom how much your mother loved me to invite me here today.”
“Paulina, let me translate,” Annie says and uses her best Finnish to translate.
“Now I understand why Momma made roast. Today is for celebrating!” I say in Russian.
“You are wonderful people,” Joy smiles, “It's good to have a home away from home.”

One last surprise awaited shortly before Momma pulled the roast from the oven, but this time I knew what the surprise had to be. I opened the door, and there was Papa with Victor, Annie’s little brother and mine and Paulina’s youngest half-brother. I had Paulina step aside for while I was taking care of Papa and Victor.

“Papa and Victor, close your eyes,” I say, and then motion for Paulina to go over to Papa.
“I am waiting, my daughters,” he says to Paulina and I.
“Open your eyes, Papa,” Paulina says in Finnish.
“Who is… Oh, my goodness… Paulina!”

All three daughters hugged Papa for what was the greatest and happiest moments of our lives.

Paulina, Annie and I love you.
Papa, your three girls love you.

THE END

[Windrunner]

Great story, as always, the characters are engaging and relatable!

[Caesar73]

I do like this Series very much. The Interaction between the Characters is just great. Compliments to the Author!

[hafnermg]

More Annie and me I love it!! Nice to finally meet Paulina too!! And Joy is always a Joy to have!!

[AlexUSA3]

Great story, as always, the characters are engaging and relatable!

I do like this Series very much. The Interaction between the Characters is just great. Compliments to the Author!

More Annie and me I love it!! Nice to finally meet Paulina too!! And Joy is always a Joy to have!!

Everyone seems to love the Annie and Me stories.

Any kind of roleplay you'd like to see them try? Obviously, it needs to be appropriate for a 13 year-old.

[hafnermg]

I know it may not be what you be want to hear l, but I find myself partial to the idea of being surprise by qhat you come up with next for these sisters and mother. Though one idea came to mind is you could have them cosplay a favorite series of their's and the scenario could be based off that series.