Brotherly Love - Trenton Patterson, Kidnapper of Softball Players (m/Ff)

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In the stories entitled Brotherly Love, I intend to explore some games involving those CGC girls who are blessed to have brothers in their lives.

Trenton Patterson, Kidnapper of Softball Players
Wednesday, December 31, 2014

When Trenton saw his little sister all bundled up, he knew that the smell of TUGs was in the air for sure. The red sweatpants, turtleneck t-shirt, and kerchief bandana cried out for kidnapping. Even her sneakers and socks were red, The smile on her face needed to be wiped off it. She needed a heavy gagging and a rough tickling. When the parents are away, the son will play.

When Trenton saw his big sister similarly covered, his mind was set on kidnapping not just his little sister but also his big sister as well. Lauren had her favorite black jeans, a green-and-black long-sleeve button-up flannel shirt, and a green bandana headband. Both girls had their hair in a braid held by a matching scrunchie, and Janie even added a red cowboy style neckerchief for yet another layer of protection against the cold by pulling it over her face when she went to check for the mail because she was anxiously awaiting the promised “late Christmas present” from Lauren and Trent, who in reality had already bought the present and received it long ago and waited for today to reveal it because they knew their parents wouldn’t be home.

“Janie, it's here!” Lauren walked into the kitchen with the box.
“Sweet! What is it?” Janie eagerly asked and tried to take the box in her greedy hands.
“Whoa there, cowgirl! That's not how this works.”

Janie looked at her sister and then her brother. She didn't understand why she wasn't supposed to open her own Christmas present. The elder sister put the box on the kitchen counter and opened it out of Janie's sight. Naturally, Janie began to walk closer to the box, and Lauren took the box further away until Lauren was playfully leading Janie like the Pied Piper of Hamelin. This was a ruse for Trenton to hand gag Janie.

“Mmmmm!” Janie was taken into his strong arms from which there was no return.
“Time for Janie,” Lauren took out coils of red rope, “To try her Christmas present.”

The box now opened to reveal all red TUG toys: rope, bandanas, duct tape, and electrical tape. It was all about to be used on her first. How much her siblings loved her! Janie was unable to stop her sister from tying her elbows behind her back. Trenton then took a seat so Lauren could tie up Janie's flailing legs.

“Mmmmmmmmmm!” she kicked and struggled to no avail.
“Time to kidnap an Indian princess,” Trenton taunted her.

Janie's thighs were tied first, then her knees, and then her shins. Now, Lauren could remove the captive's sneakers and socks and passes the latter up to Trenton, who calmly took them. Free to do so, Lauren tightly tied Janie's ankles and used the electrical tape on her big toes. A childish grin came over Lauren's face while she did the wicked deeds. Janie's ability to fight gradually faded away with each rope. Her middle and upper thighs followed because even then she was at 5’11” or 6’0” already.

“Open up, Janie,” Trenton held the socks against her face.
“Nmmm mmm,” the resistant teenager shook her head and tried to escape even still.
“C’mon, Janie. You know you want it,” he taunted her now, “You love eating your socks!”
“Noooooooo,” she insisted and kept turning away.
“Let's try this,” Lauren tickled Janie's bare feet with the tips of her fingers.
“Heeheeheeheehee,” the captive refused to open her mouth for anything.

Janie smiled with satisfaction at stymying her older siblings. Lauren acquiesced for the time and used more red rope to tie Janie’s wrists and forearms. The older sister grabbed a red bandana for a blindfold, and the defiant girl in red offered no resistance at being plunged into darkness. After all, she was the one who had won the first round of the gag war, but she knew defeat was coming in due time. Something would eventually work.

Maybe it was the dark skin color that made Janie feel like a princess. Disney princess films had long been her psychological escape from the reality that their mother didn't love her. It was the archery scene from Princess Diaries 2 that started her love of bandanas at a young age of maybe 8 years old when she first saw it on a TV rerun. She dreamt of one day dressing just like the girl in that scene and trying out archery… as she got older, the dream got dirtier, but it was in her mind just the same. It was her secret fantasy for after she was married.

Not one to be deterred, Trenton tied a harness on his little sister, and he tied ropes much stronger than his sister, really crushing a girl into place and, in this case, pushing out her chest. It was all just a day at the office for the older siblings, and both the harness and the waist rope used feet of cinching to pin her arms against her body. Despite all this, Janie still wasn’t gagged. The young girl who loved red was dressed in red, bound in red, and blindfolded in red, but she wasn’t about to be gagged with red in the imminent moments. Janie was a strong and determined girl with an adventurous spirit and a playful smile upon her face.

“Open up, Janie,” Trent put the socks near her nose again.
“Nmmm mmm,” she smiled again, shook her head, and turned away from the smell.
“She's not playing along,” Lauren laughed, “Maybe a spank would work?”
“Maybe, but,” Trent grabbed a piece of his own white rope, “But I have a plan.”
“Well, get going,” the college student was a little bossy, “Put the girl in her place.”
“I will put the girl in her place,” he grabbed Lauren and began tying her wrists behind her back.
“Traitorous thing!” Lauren realized she was helpless, “Let me go!”
“Not. A. Chance,” Trenton laughed and began tying Lauren's elbows, “Janie is lonely anyway.”
“I am?” asked the girl in red, “Thank you for being considerate!”

Binding Lauren was easy at this point, with Trent working a harness and waist rope to secure his sister's arms. As a 17 year old, he now understood what a harness did to the bust and was unsure about tying his sisters in such a manner. He forced Lauren onto the kitchen island to tie her legs in three places and her thighs in three as well. Her shoes and green socks were removed, but her toes were secured with white string. A black bandana blindfolded her.

“Open up, sis,” Trent pushed the green socks near Lauren's mouth,
“Nmmm mmm,” she shook her head.
“You, I’ll spank!” he came down hard on Lauren’s butt.
“OW! MMMMMM!” the socks went right into her mouth without further resistance.
“That beautiful sound of Lauren Michelle Patterson eating her own socks,” Trent narrated it like a documentary, “She grunts, but the sound of the nasty, sticky, white tape overwhelms her.”
“MMMM!”
“Before she can process what has happened,” he continued, “Eight wraps squished her face.”

Both girls also moonlighted on the swimming team. It was no wonder they could resist Trenton so well when they were experts at holding their breath. Lauren now was pulled all the way onto the kitchen island and put into a double hogtie. The first was a restrictive ankles to elbows, and the second was a debut hair tie from her braid to her big toes. An initial howl of pain emanated out of the captive eldest sibling.

Lauren struggled on the counter feet away from Janie, who was clueless what her brother had done to their sister. She was tied up almost as thoroughly and was just as helpless. Squirming in her bonds accomplished nothing, and big brother knew how to get Janie to open her mouth. The powerful hand came down on her butt for a nasty spank.

“Owww—mmmph!” she finally ate her socks and received eight layers of red duct tape.
“That is perfect!”

As he had done to Lauren, so he did to Janie. Janie was hauled onto the table, though, before she was hogtied from her ankles to her elbows and then put in her debut braid to big toes hair tie. As soon as she felt the pain, Janie knew hair ties were going to be something she had to accept they both would do to her.

Now they were bound, gagged, blindfolded, and unable to help each other. A fall onto the rough tile floor would be fatal without question. As awesome as it would be to assist each other, Janie and Lauren had to figure this out on their own. The softball players were helpless.

Sucking on their socks was awful but amazing at the same time. Janie squirmed a lot despite her imprisonment and sought out any way she could test the bonds. Lauren, on the other hand, was a bit more relaxed in her struggle. Elbow ties were a source of much thrill to both girls because of the added tightness and difficulty. The hair tie thrilled Lauren, but Janie was less pleased with it. Instead, Janie got her pleasure from the tight red bonds and felt the love of her siblings in them.

The best part, though, was the sibling trust and bonding. Any time spent with her older siblings was time well-spent in Janie’s opinion; Lauren felt similarly about her younger siblings. As the only boy, the thrill of playing TUGs with his sisters had the added dynamic of “me versus them” for Trent.

No one loved Janie like Trent. Neither Dad nor Lauren adored Janie in the way a middle brother could, especially since he was in the same classes as Janie thanks to her advanced placing. There was no jealousy on his part even as his little sister outperformed him in every class. He harbored only pride for her especially as she grew to be a better softball player than Lauren. Taking her as a captive was a reflection of his love for her, a love that he manifested in other ways because, of course, he had to maintain the “tough guy” image of a basketball player.

“Mmmm mmmmmmmm!”

Janie thrashed on the table in her desire to win the game by escaping. The red girl in her all red bondage had the verve, but sometimes her verve obscured her technique. She failed to put aside her love of helplessness and thus impeded her progress. It was too much fun just to squeal and squirm though! She was quite immature in some regards, but she was still cute.

Lauren was calmer and more controlled in her struggle. This allowed her to progress further in a shorter period. Her disadvantage was that the rope used to bind her was a little thinner than the one that bound Janie, but the red rope was softer and thus knotted more tightly. Her enjoyment of the position was unchanged by whether or not she could escape.

“OW!” the hair tie caused a sharp jerk of pain that was awful and good at the same time.
“Want your braids to be let go?” Trent asked them.
“Mmm hmm!” Lauren nodded,
“No problem,” Trent had no problem with this shift, “I just hope you liked it.”

Eating dirty socks was a fun and humiliating experience that Lauren didn't understand but knew she liked. She'd eat her socks or Janie's or, at school, her roommate’s, without complaint, with a squeal of joy sometimes accompanying the process. Unlike Janie, Lauren truly enjoyed sniffing another's socks while Janie accepted it without enjoying it, before they understood subspace.

Trent sat back and enjoyed the sight of his sisters struggling in the tight ropework while looking at the sports schedule for the evening. He figured he was the luckiest guy in the world to have a pair of sisters like these on either side of him in the ages because he had one older and younger, didn't have to share them with anyone but himself, and got to kidnap them whenever he pleased.

What was brotherly love except teasing and taunting? What were games like this except teasing and taunting? He was proud of Janie and Lauren; he admired their determination. He enjoyed the front row seat to their love for each other all while secretly adoring each of them more than they adored each other. It wasn’t manly to be soft and affectionate, but even the manliest of all men can have a soft and tender side that truly loves someone, feels their sorrows and joys, and wishes the best for them. They just show it differently.

“Mmmmmmmm mmmph!” Lauren pulled her wrists out of the ropes.
“Good job, good job,” he gave Lauren a golf clap, “You’re good at this.”
“Heh,” Lauren still had the elbow bondage to overcome.
“One of these, we should have you two race to escape,” he nodded, “That’d be fun!”
“MMMMMMM!” Janie was still stuck in her ropes.
“Sorry, sis, but you’re stuck there until you free yourself,” big brother taunted little sister again.
“Grmmmmm,” Lauren worked the elbow ropes down.

Lauren sat up and pulled the blindfold off her face. She hopped over to a chair, took a seat, and turned to her little brother before putting her arms together behind the chair. There was a bright sparkle in her eye. New Year's Eve was only just beginning. Janie was still hogtied; Lauren was thirsty for more. When you have siblings that love each other like this, adventure happens.

More memories for Trenton to cherish of his sisters Janie and Lauren. More for all of them.

THE END

[laz]

good chapter, what do you mean"THE END."

[hafnermg]

These 3 siblings are great!! Excellent story!!

[harveygasson]

Enjoyed this one! Great story for your ongoing series.