More Than a Sister (F/F & M/F)

[AlexUSA3]

More Than a Sister
Saturday, December 17, 2016

“Janie, where is my blue sports bra?” Lauren Patterson crossly asked her baby sister.
“I’m wearing it; I figured you wouldn't mind,” Janie sheepishly stepped out of the bathroom.
“I’m guessing those are my trainers too?” the older girl studied the younger’s blue gym shorts.
“Well, yeah,” the youth squirmed where she stood, “Mom didn't wash my clothes.”
“Are you starting with that ‘Mom cherry picks my clothes out’ nonsense again?”
“It's true!” Janie touched the blue bandana on her head, “Sometimes, you make me want to just take a bandana,” she scowled sadly, “and strangle myself with it! I don't want to go jogging with you now!” she then took off without giving Lauren a chance to respond.

Tears poured down Janie's cheeks while she took off for her usual 5 mile jog. The things Lauren didn't know: that Lauren's freshman year of college saw their mother ‘forget’ to do anything for Janie’s birthday. Then there were the things that were obvious even to Lauren: that Janie would always receive fewer Christmas presents, that Janie wasn't allowed to have friends over for pool parties or for a birthday party. Less obvious things Janie thought she suffered alone were always getting the smallest servings of desserts or the smallest portions at dinner despite her being taller than both Lauren and their father. Janie didn't even have a middle name.

But Janie didn't want pity. She just wanted to be loved by her mother. When Janie walked into the house with her MVP trophy from her sophomore high school softball season, Mom declared it a forgery. When she repeated the award as a junior, Mom dismissed it as a replica phony. Her senior trophy was never mentioned to her mother; even being one of the most recruited softball players of all time didn't convince their mother that perhaps Janie was insanely talented.

Partway through first grade, the school recommended Janie be moved up to second grade, and she excelled still. The next year, ahead of third grade, the school suggested she be put in fourth grade, and after 3 weeks the school recommended she be put in fifth. At that, Mom balked with no reason given except ‘Janie has a big enough ego’ already, which 23 out of 23 classmates said, or would have said, was nonsense. Even being ahead didn't stop Janie from being valedictorian in high school; even the photos didn't convince Mom.

There were five things into which Janie poured her heart and soul to escape reality: Catholicism, school, work, softball, and friends. The first kept her sane; the second kept her mind active; the third gave her an escape; the fourth gave her an outlet; the fifth gave her purpose. Lauren was in the friendship circle along with the middle sibling, their brother Trenton.

No one loved Janie like Trent Patterson. He saw everything and suffered in his heart with her; he manipulated Mom behind Janie's back into doing things that Mom otherwise wouldn't do. If that didn't work, then he just did things himself. Despite his own academics, basketball, the thrill of being Janie's classmate since fourth grade, and a desire to marry Janie’s best friend, he never had trouble finding the time to dote on his little sister. Not even Lauren could compete with Trent in loving Janie. He saw the good in Janie, and he suffered as he watched her mental health collapse over the years until she went from a smiling child to a dour tween to a chronically depressed teen to a self-loathing adult. The die was cast; the developmental years had passed; Janie now would suffer from the back-handed maternal abuse for the rest of her life in the form of mental illness.

The parents regularly took vacations—without their kids—leaving them home alone without any authority figures. As an ER surgeon, Dad made good money, and as an ER nurse Mom made her fair share as well. The house was big; the pool was nice; and the kids were ignored. They were nothing but status items to Mom. Dad took more interest and admitted his failings, but even he was unaware of the enormous chasm between Janie and Mom. They were on vacation again.

Janie and Lauren were in fantastic shape. In high school and now in college, they were softball teammates. Lauren was the catcher, and Janie was the shortstop and backup catcher. Janie was always the team slugger as well. Both had six pack abs, muscles larger than usual, and strength that struck fear in some. Both had jet black hair and a deep tan that was explained by having one grandmother who was at least half-Seminole Indian, and their eyes were dark chocolate as well. Both had their hair in braids, but Lauren's was also in a bun. Lauren was dressed just like Janie but with two differences: Lauren's shorts, bra, and bandana were purple, and her sneakers were black. The younger had blue sneakers.

“Janie!” Lauren called her sister when the younger one entered the house, “Come here.”
“What now?” a sweaty Janie walked over to her sister and forced a smile, “Wassup?”
“Time to teach you a lesson,” a similarly sweaty older sister slew-footed the younger.
“Lauren, now, be reasonable!” Janie wailed as she hit the ground and felt tape on her wrists.
“This is reasonable. We went on our separate runs, and since you like my clothes so much you get to eat them as well.”
“Gmmmmm!” Janie's mouth got filled with Lauren's sweaty socks and taped shut.

Lauren didn't know it all. As far as she knew, Janie had lied to her and just taken her clothes for a jog without asking. She saw her actions as justified given the circumstances. She had to take a stand for her boundaries and make it clear that borrowing was fine but only with her permission. Lauren was quite calm because her anger was contained; she was merely clueless about reality.

The kidnapper wrapped her captive's mouth seven times before snapping the tape. They’d been playing bondage games since Janie was a high school freshman, and nothing was as much fun as working up a sweat in this manner. Just because Lauren was two inches shorter than the gigantic 6’1” Janie didn't mean the older sister couldn't surprise the younger one.

“Mmm mm mmmmm!” Janie squealed.

Tape wrapped around Janie's arms at her elbows, and continually wrapped it around her chest on either side of her breasts before snapping it. Lauren pulled Janie's shoes and socks off her feet and yanked the gym shorts off before taping her legs at her ankles, either side of her knees, and below her waist. A strip of electrical tape wrapped Janie's big toes. Another wrap of duct tape secured Janie's arms at her waist. Grabbing Janie by the braid, Lauren hauled her little sister off the floor and forced her to stand up despite the shriek of pain. Against Janie's nose went one of her sneakers, and more tape held that in place.

Out they went to the garage, which was quite hot even in December, and into Lauren's Jeep that rested there in typical mechanical dormancy. Overheating was strangely exciting to Lauren and always done carefully to make sure no one suffered heat stroke. Still on a day like today, the car was probably in the low 100s (Fahrenheit) and a fantastic first step in the torture process.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“OWWWWW!” Janie wailed at the harsh pounding on her bare butt.
“Eighteen for an eighteen year-old brat!” Lauren had remarkable control of her emotions.
“MMMMMM!” the spanking hurt more when it was nonconsensual like this.
“I’m going to make you pay!” the older sister growled, “Enjoying those smells and flavors?”
“Nmmmm!” the helpless girl in blue shook her head vigorously.
“You have too much energy. Time to really make you suffer then.”

Getting tickled in a hot car was the absolute worst way to sweat up a storm. Lauren loved to do this to her little sister, but in the heat of the moment she saw it as the perfect way to torture Janie into an apology for taking clothes. She had no problem lying down on top of Janie, who was on her stomach in the trunk, and jamming her fingers into the taped damsel’s ribs and belly.

The tickling was normally Janie’s favorite TUG torture, but right now it really was torture since she was sucking on her sister’s sweaty gym socks. Lauren’s strong catcher legs crushed her into the floor of the Jeep’s trunk and gave her no mercy while the heat slowly worsened her captivity. The tickling did not take long to progress from laughter to a series of forced chuckles.

“Considering all the guys you’ve let into your shorts,” Lauren taunted her, “you should like this.”
“Mmmmmm mmm hmm hmmmmmmm!” Janie could only laugh though.
“How does all that taste and smell? Hmmm? Rancid, like you!”
“NOOOO!” the captive shook her head suffered from all the sensations that abounded.
“Let this be a lesson to you then! DON’T TAKE MY CLOTHES WITHOUT PERMISSION!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWWWWWW!” Janie didn’t expect a second set of spanks.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Let’s bring you in!” even Lauren was sweating up a storm, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“MMMMMMM!”
“Janie, you’re still my baby sister and the apple of my eye,” Lauren kissed her on the cheek.
“MMMMMMMM!” the baby sister tried crying to receive mercy instead.
“Into the house. Let’s go!” Lauren forced her captive to move, and soon they were inside.
“Lauren, why is the basket full of all Janie’s clothes?” Trenton asked her when he saw them.
“It is?” the color drained out of Lauren’s face, “What the hell are you talking about?!”
“What the hell are you doing to Janie?! She’s crying and soaked in sweat!”

At 6’3” and as a basketball player, Trenton Patterson was easily the most fearsome of the three in spite of being the most gentle and considerate of them all. It would take him no time to realize a fight was in progress and that Lauren was picking on Janie again. He’d instantly come to Janie’s defense, and Lauren would find herself tied up.

As the only true maternal figure of Janie’s life, Lauren had no idea how much power she wielded over her little sister, and even Janie did not recognize that their relationship was disordered even if built on a true affection for one another. They loved each other as sisters, but they didn’t even understand that Lauren was doing things their mother was supposed to do. Only Trenton saw it.

“Janie and I were playing a game and heading up to the bedroom,” Lauren tried to turn away.
“NOO!!!!” Janie howled into her gag, “NO! NO! NO!”
“Well, someone disagrees about this being a game. Janie, that bra looks tight.”
“How about that?” the eldest sibling tried to fake it, “It does look like one of mine, doesn’t it?”
“Lauren, it’s time for you to face reality,” Trenton declared emphatically, “Mom hates Janie.”
“Don’t talk out your rear, Trenton. You know you’re full of crap,” Lauren was in denial.
“MMM! MMM! MMMMMMMMM!” Janie yelled at them both and started crying.

When you’re the one receiving the unfair positive treatment, as Trent explained, you often don’t realize it, especially when you’re the oldest child and older of two girls like Lauren. Janie never received fair treatment, he continued, and Lauren was only damaging their relationship by doing this. At home, Janie only had Trent and Lauren with Dad not being there for her as much as he should be. It was up to them to help.

Now, Lauren looked at Janie, who’d been completely humiliated by being taped, stripped of her shorts, gagged with smelly socks, and forced to sniff a smelly shoe. She contemplated what her brother had just said to her about the bizarre situation in their household. It all made sense when she put it into context. She thought of the times their mother complained about not having what society considers to be a doctor's family and how her Catholic relations would complain if she had an abortion. Lauren never realized that all these years their mother was openly saying, right in front of the kids, that she wished she had aborted Janie.

“Lauren,” Trent chuckled a little and showed Janie’s socks, “I found these in the bedroom.”
“Oh, Janie’s socks, heh,” Lauren's chuckle was quite nervous, “Put them in the laundry basket!”
“No, I was thinking I should make you wash them,” he reached over to reveal a TUG toy bag.
“Trenton, Janie and I were heading upstairs, weren't we sis?”
“No, you're headed back out to the garage!” the basketball player pounced.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” Trent’s strong arms grabbed her, and his hand gagged her.
“NOOOOOO!” Janie just wanted the fighting to end, but she was ignored at the moment.

What goes around comes around. Lauren taped Janie, so Trent taped Lauren the same way and with the same tightness. Trent, however, put care into his taping. Lauren kidnapped Janie out of a desire to punish; Trent was kidnapping Lauren out of a desire to correct. The eldest sibling had no choice but to eat her baby sister’s sweaty socks and to sniff one of her own sneakers. She got the same taping of her big toes as well.

Trent led the two captives back out to the hot garage and back into the trunk of the same Jeep for more tickling and spanking. He normally felt it was inappropriate to spank his sisters, but in this case he felt it was the right thing to do. Janie continued to protest on her sister’s behalf; so much love was in Janie’s heart that not only could she forgive Lauren but also she could intercede for her sister’s release. In this case, though, Janie was ignored.

Contrary to Trenton’s thoughts and Lauren’s lack thereof, Janie noticed even more things about life that made her feel unloved. Not only did she know that Mom openly wished she could have aborted Janie, but Janie was the only one who put the pieces together to determine that Mom had a hysterectomy sometime shortly after Janie was born. Mom constantly talked about how perfect “doctor’s families” had one son and one daughter.

It was Janie who, through her best friend, returned to the family’s roots as Roman Catholics. She first started attending masses on her own when she was 11, riding her bike since Mom didn’t care if her younger daughter got hurt on the way there and back. The youngest siblings dove in all the way though, beginning to pray rosaries and even becoming obnoxiously Catholic on all the usual political points like marriage and life. Slowly Janie also dragged her siblings into things with her except for the political activism that they thankfully talked Janie out of doing for her safety.

This same phase of life, when Janie recognized that she was unwanted and turned to Catholicism was the same phase of life that Janie also began her little rebellion by wearing bandanas. All she knew was from television, and she wanted to feel like a tough girl. At the same time, she’d seen enough female athletes do the same that she felt like it also added a little splash of athlete-style cuteness to her outfits. After a couple of years, Janie’s rebellion expanded to men. She took out her anguish at her mother’s detestation of procreation by engaging in procreation with boys who were nice to her. She became a master seductress until she had 2 or 3 she liked to be with. This was Janie’s great flaw and a source of pain to Trenton, who knew Janie’s secrets and constantly begged her to stop doing it. She regularly struggled with it in the confessional.

“MMMMMM!” Janie’s pleas for the fighting to end were ignored.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“MMMMMM!” Lauren howled in pain.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“MMMMMM!” Janie was crying now.
“That’s enough to even the score,” Trent turned to his little sister, “Oh, man.”
“Noooo! Hrent-h! NOO!”
“I’m sorry, Janie,” he put a hand on her shoulder, “I shouldn’t be fighting your battles.”
“Mmmmmmm,” Lauren scowled at him while sweat quickly soaked her and her clothes.
“How about one sweatshop tickle before I mummify you both Patterson style?”
“Mmmmm,” Janie nodded in agreement with this more loving proposal.

Janie loved Lauren so much that she couldn’t allow Trent to “even the score” on her behalf, and even she struggled to “even the score” when she struggled so badly with self-hatred. If she was getting bound, gagged, tickled, and spanked, then she figured either she deserved it or that it was all in good fun.

Nothing was like getting tickled. Better was getting tickled in a hot vehicle like this. Best was it all happening with Janie and Lauren sitting up and beside each other. Janie had been tickled one time already, but she wouldn’t decline a second tickling. Tickling was always worth it to her; it’s still her favorite torture to this day.

The stages of the tickling were progressive, fun, and, eventually, painful. Trenton enjoyed doing it to both sisters in his own way. For them, TUGs were a happy accident as a result of a younger and jealous Trent tying up Janie because he was jealous of always having to settle for “smartest boy” in his class. He thought that tying her up would make her miss an assignment deadline. He was caught by Lauren and taught a lesson, but TUGs remained in the Patterson family now over 6 years later and some, he estimated, including Janie being away in college, some over 400 times that his younger sister had been tied up by him, Lauren, and her best friend.

TUGs was Janie’s favorite game of all to play with her siblings and worked into nearly anything because they loved Janie so much that they would humor her love of TUGs since the game made her happier than anything except religion and softball. Trent knew his sister was struggling with some form of mental illness as a result of the abuse even if he didn’t know which one, and TUGs were the thing that seemed to best keep her out of the funks that tortured her especially after their older sister went away to college.

Lauren suffered her torture both in fun and repentance. She had been so shortsighted as to miss the reality of Janie’s life. How could their mother do this to Janie? Why would she? Never had Lauren thought it through, but then she remembered that first year of college when Janie called her in tears because Janie had been sent to her room without supper for “lying” when she came home with yet another softball award.

It had never dawned on her that Mom genuinely hated Janie. Janie was such a wonderful person, a friend without comparison to so many people. She was so big, yet in her own ways she was so weak. She needed those friends and, most of all, her siblings. Dad was good, but nothing hurts like the knowledge that day-in and day-out your mother wishes you’d never been born. Lauren knew Janie had to be strong to endure so much in silence.

Helplessly howling into her sister's socks and smelling her own shoe was strangely exciting for Lauren, who now truly felt sorry for her actions and was determined to make amends. What a blessing the siblings could be to each other in spite of their flaws. Lauren was fine with being so punished given what had happened.

Soaked in sweat, Lauren and Janie kept on laughing while sitting in the back of the hot SUV. It was so much more fun like this, but Trent was a pre-med student and knew not to push his luck with heat stroke. Instead, the sisters were marched back into the comfort of air conditioning and forced to hop up the stairs to the bedrooms. Both were dripping wet with sweat, and both girls had discolored bandanas and underwear.

A Patterson style mummy was different. First, both girls were gradually cut out of the tape, and then they were tied up anew at their wrists, forearms, elbows, waist, ankles, shins, knees, lower thighs, mid thighs, upper thighs, and big toes. Lauren was zipped, and Janie was roped. Both had their gags replaced with blue rubber balls threaded with white handkerchiefs. Lauren had zips on either side of her breasts, and Janie had a breast harness with a V between the breasts and cinching through her armpits. It was tight and almost inescapable, just the way Janie liked it. A game of TUGs once again was a source of love and bonding among the siblings.

Then came the sheets. King sheets that were rejected by their parents were kept by Trent for his mummification tricks. Open the sheet, center the girl on the narrow side, fold the excess over her head and legs, roll her up, and tie it shut at the ankles, waist, and neck. Lauren was sealed with zips, and Janie was sealed with rope. Because of the ball gag, Trent needn't worry about his sister's choking. It was a perfect bondage for perfect sisters. Well, they were perfectly made to be his sisters anyway, and he wouldn't have them any other way.

The sheet prison was exhilarating in multiple ways, at least for Lauren and Janie. They loved to be mummified like this and see if they could struggle out of the sheets. Most likely, they would be unable to escape the actual bondage, but they could at least work up a sweat by escaping the tight cocoon.

“You learn your lessons?” he asked them.
“Mmm hmm,” both nodded while uselessly struggling in their respective prisons.
“That's good. Girls, you're the best even if we fight.”
“Awwww,” they took that as his manly way of saying, “I love you.”

A fight had turned into an eye-opening day for Lauren, who grew to love her little sister a little bit more and to appreciate her little brother. Janie had learned the importance of communicating her needs to others and how much her older siblings meant to her.

The Patterson had once again grown a little closer to each other.

THE END

[hafnermg]

I love these siblings. I'm glad everything works out for Janie with her family situation. For those who don't know read AlexUSA's other stories, it's good stuff!!

[RopemanSteve]

Love this.

[AlexUSA3]

I love these siblings. I'm glad everything works out for Janie with her family situation. For those who don't know read AlexUSA's other stories, it's good stuff!!

Many thanks for the kind compliment!