Baby Sister Takes Over! (F/MFFF)

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It's not much, but there's a cute little scene where the brother gets dominated by his wife and two of his sisters.

Baby Sjaastad Takes Over! (F/MFFF)
Saturday, January 15, 2022

“Michael’s a lucky guy,” Erin Sjaastad teased her baby sister, “He has us for sisters.”
“Oh, but he’s not lucky to have Bridget?” Kristina turned to her older sister.
“Oh, no,” Erin shook her head, “We’re the lucky ones. We just graciously share her with him.”
“I’d like to hear you say that in front of Bobby and see how he reacts.”
“He’s just hoping to go home with Bridget and play dirty with her,” the older sister laughed.
“The irony. Bridgie played clean TUGs in school and now plays dirty TUGs with Roberto. Joy played dirty TUGs in school and now plays clean TUGs with Mike.”
“Bridgie and Joy both still play both kinds; we’re the good girls who play the clean TUGs.”
“This,” Kristina gave her older sister a kiss on the cheek and hugged her, “is true.”

Any day of adventure required proper preparation. Baby Sjaastad wore her favorite bandana of all, a solid navy blue one with white snowflakes, as a classic headband, and, as always, on top of the bandana she had her hair in a ponytail, held by a navy scrunchie. She tied the knot good and tight, as she always did, proudly smiling when others teased “Your bandana will squeeze all your brains out.” She didn’t mind teasing of that kind, although she could be a bit touchy at times.

Erin sat down and pulled her fleece-lined boots over her legs. She was warmly dressed for such a frigid day in Madison, Wisconsin. She had lavender leggings and beige knee socks under her ankle-length solid beige cotton skirt. Her turtleneck t-shirt was a solid lavender. She had to go to such extremes because the cold affected her worse than her two sisters or her brother.

Then came the hard part: the braces. Erin had crippling hypermobility that left the 31 year old an arthritic mess already. She put them on the spots that hurt the worst: her knees and wrists. It was a calculated choice: she wanted to play TUGs—as captor or victim—if the opportunity arose. It was a routine that had begun only days before, and it was a sight that Kristina couldn’t bear since she so sweetly identified with her older sister’s pain. Unsurprisingly, Kristina fled the scene.

Erin took out her own snowflake bandana, a lavender one, flipped her head over, and knotted the bandana under her long platinum blonde locks for a perfect kerchief. Erin was perhaps the most truly Cool of the Cool Girls, wearing her bandanas with a perfect, seamless blend that seemed so natural, suave, humble, and attractive. She stood up and dusted herself off, ready for a fun day.

Downstairs, Kristina poured herself and Erin big cups of coffee in insulated mugs. There was no offense intended against their sister-in-law; but Joy’s Keurig machine couldn’t make a huge cup of coffee like a classic brewing machine. Besides, Joy and Kristina had entirely different flavors of creamer they preferred in their cups. OK, maybe they razzed each other for “bad taste,” a rivalry rooted in love. The insulated mugs were perfect for a trip from home to Mike and Joy’s.

Baby Sjaastad was already planning it all in her mind: get sister-in-law Joy to tie up Big Brother Mike. Then, there’d be no trouble getting Joy, who joyfully was Mrs. Michael Sjaastad, Eldest Sibling Erin, and Child Number Three Bridget to nab each other. Then Kristina, as the biggest and strongest, would have no troubles at all in taking the remaining girl. It was a sneaky plan to take over the day. Oh, and, of course, in her imagined scenarios, every single time Bobby was laughing hysterically at the entire scene even if he was merely an observer. Yes, Bobby and Bridget were a cute couple. How Kristina loved her brother-in-law and sister-in-law even if it took her a while to accept them!

Kristina was just as meticulous in her choice of outfit as Erin. With the navy blue bandana was a navy-blue and white horizontally striped skirt. Hidden below were navy leggings and navy knee socks for extra warmth, but she had cowboy boots. Rain, snow, ice, or shine, Kristina’s favorite footwear was cowboy boots! A white long-sleeve t-shirt was bold given her coffee, but she wore a navy hoodie jacket as well. Much like her older sisters, Kristina had platinum blonde hair.

“I just love this spot,” Erin grabbed the wide swatch of brown hair that grew from the nape of her baby sister’s neck, pulled her towards herself, kissed her on the cheek, and accepted the coffee.
“It’s one of those ‘hair grabbing days,’ is it?” Baby Sjaastad asked with a warm smile.
“Yes, because Mom would be so happy if she could see how you’ve grown to be big and strong.”
“I hope she’d be happy to see us all. You and I getting our feet wet with the boys. Michael and Bridgie happily married. Bridgie on the airwaves as Madison’s hottest weathergirl.”

Kristina and Erin grabbed their respective TUG bags out of the corner, and Kristina grabbed the big case, the one that held the prized possession. Kristina had an exceptional talent that she was sharing with her family today: her cello skills. Kristina’s skills were such that she had a massive scholarship to attend the University of Wisconsin’s music department starting that fall. On top of that, she was learning to play the oboe in advance of expectations to play other instruments from other families. Thus, she purposefully picked instruments that she knew no Cool Girl played. It was a source of pride to all of her siblings, much like Bridget’s rowing successes had also been.

The swatch of hair that Erin had grabbed was unique to Kristina, and it was special to everyone in the family because all four siblings were blonde-haired, like Dad. Mom, however, had hair in the exact same style as Kristina’s, but with the colors reversed: brown hair with a blonde swatch. Grabbing that swatch was the closest anyone could get to Mom. How Kristina loved it though!

Erin had trouble believing this was real. She was soon turning 31, and Baby Sjaastad was 18 and soon going to finish high school and begin college! Despite the 13 year age gap, they peacefully and joyfully shared a bedroom, although there was a long time where Erin was barely there when times in the family were rough. From when Erin went away to college when Kristina was still 5 years to just 3 years before, Erin didn’t live at home except during summers between academic years. That was 10 years without the oldest sister, and losing Mom during that time led Kristina to sort of adopt a sort of sibling heroism. Erin was the mythical sister, the oldest one and also the first one to be bound and gagged in TUGs years before Kristina was even born. When Kristina discovered that Erin wasn’t the mythical figure she’d envisioned, Kristina’s reaction was to love her older sister even more because flaws and faults made her even more relatable to Kristina. In spite of the distance and age gap, Erin always had time for Kristina’s calls and texts, and now the sharing of a bedroom since they were single and living with Dad seemed natural. Such love!

“Coming!” Joy called out when she heard the knock on her door 5 minutes later, “Welcome!”

And there was the girl who first brought the Cool Girls’ Club into Bridget’s life when they were college roommates. Familial TUGs might have dated back to the 1990s, but it was in 2014 as a college freshman that Joy successfully broke down what Joy, and the rest of us who were friends of Bridget and also TUG-loving Cool Girls, called the “Bridget Wall” because it was so hard for anyone to get any warmth or love out of Bridget, who arrived at our college during the peak of the familial crisis. Joy earned a spot in Bridget’s heart first, never imagining that one day she’d be Bridget’s sister-in-law. Joy was a blonde with long hair, but her blonde hair was very golden.

“Bridget’s already here,” Joy smiled, “And I made a big coffee cake for us all to enjoy!”
“Aren’t you the sweetest?” Erin put her things down and hugged Joy.
“No. That’d be you and Kristina,” the in-law said with a wink and embraced Erin too.
“Ooooooooooo!” another feminine voice could be heard, “Someone brought her cello!”
“Bridgie!” Kristina put her own things down and quickly found her sister, “I love you so much!”
“Hey, now,” Bridget jumped into her sister’s waiting arms, “Don’t pit me against Erin!”

Joy was a girl who struggled to say the words “I love you” and showed it through other methods; yet she never failed to make it clear that she did indeed love her three sisters-in-law. Moving to Madison had been transformational for her. She’d found a new career that made her happy, and she’d found the love of her life. The simple brown ankle skirt brushed along the tops of equally simple pink loafers. A pink short-sleeve t-shirt and pink crew socks proved that she was tough enough to handle the chilly weather, and the brown bandana headband that held her hair meant a lot more to her than just a simple CGC symbol, a meaning that had extended to Erin as well. The symbol of a renewed, deeper faith in God, a practice that had begun in college, immediately was felt by Eldest Sjaastad, and Erin joined Joy in using bandanas as both symbols: status as a child of God and as a Cool Girl. Despite Joy being Bridget’s age, she’d made a big splash here.

Lest I forget: Bridget, the outlier. She had black leggings but no skirt. Fleece-lined boots were in the same style as Erin’s and Bridget’s favorite because Bridget loves winter. She had a classic bright blue sweatshirt for her source of warmth, and there was no headgear to be found. Hidden under her boots, for sure, were bright blue crew socks. Even if they couldn’t be seen, Bridget’s love of colorful, color-coordinating socks was in line with the family traditions of ostentatious themed socks. It was the perfect way to ensure their socks came off their feet during TUGs.

Oh, by the way, Bridget, the former rower, was the shortest sister. At just 5’4”, she was the same height as Joy, 2 inches shorter than Erin, and 4 inches shorter than Kristina. That doesn’t change that she can hold her own against anyone in a wrestling match, even 5’10” big brother Michael. Yes, it was going to be a very, very interesting day in the home of Michael and Joy Sjaastad.

“That was delicious,” Erin said while sipping her coffee, “You make the best coffee cake.”
“No one in our family makes coffee cake,” Bridget quipped, “But it was delicious.”
“Bridget Randaccio,” Kristina made her first move, “What a sneaky remark to make.”
“Yeah?” Bridget was playfully defiant, “What are you gonna do? Tie me up? Oh, I’m scared.”
“Is that a dare?” Baby Sjaastad knew she’d found the first mark to go down.
“It’s more than a dare,” Short Sjaastad stood up and smiled, “It’s a triple dog dare. You brave?”
“You might have a problem,” the tallest girl grabbed her TUG bag, “Maybe I have help.”

Erin happily stood up. Then Joy. Then Michael. Last of all, Bridget’s own husband, Roberto, stood up. Roberto and Mike blocked the exits, and Joy maintained her poise, the poise that had so deservedly earned the reputation of being the best dominator in the family. No outward show of emotion was to be found on Joy, who took three steps, paused, used her fingers to remove one small wrinkle from her skirt, walked behind Bridget, and smiled. It was game over, but Bridget was the ultimate Viking warrior. Some small promises were muttered in crisp, fluent Swedish.

All watched with eager anticipation. They all knew that Kristina was bigger and stronger, but it wasn’t simple folk legend that Bridget had successfully kidnapped the fully grown, stronger baby sister on several occasions. It seemed that you could never predict who would win when it was a straight fight, but the one who was the “X factor” was the little girl with the brown bandana. The beloved sister-in-law fit perfectly into the family dynamic and silently came up behind Bridget as only a dominant headmistress could and effortlessly swept Bridget’s legs out from under her.

“Oh, thank you so much!” Kristina smiled and then easily pounced on Bridget.
“Joy, you are a sneaky girl!” Bridget giggled while her wrists were tied together behind her back.
“I’m going to accept this as a compliment,” Joy simply curtsied and blew a kiss to Bridget.
“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Bridget tested the clothesline that bound her wrists, “I think I lost!”
“You certainly lost. Now,” Kristina was fully in charge now, “Sisters, help me with brother.”
“Brother?” Michael looked and saw his two free sisters and wife staring at him now.
“Yes, honey,” Joy gazed into his eyes with love, “Don’t act like I don’t dominate you at times.”
“Come on, little brother,” Erin played the Big Sister card, “We outnumber you.”

Joy quietly walked over to her husband and took him by the arm. She had him where she wanted him, and she silently motioned for Kristina to focus on Bridget because there would be trouble if Bridget escaped. The domineering headmistress calmly turned her husband around, took a piece of clothesline from Erin, and tied her husband's crossed wrists behind his back. She had played a powerful card, the “Do it or else because I’m a tough as nails dominator” card on Michael.

Kristina did the smart thing and first removed Bridget’s boots and tied her ankles together. There was an ideal audience just in Roberto alone, who grinned and shook his head while watching the capture and binding of his own wife. Erin wasn't sure whether to focus on her brother or sisters. Still, Kristina took off her own boots because it was time for her socks to take center stage.

“Bridgie, open up,” Kristina grabbed a pair of clean black crew socks to fill Bridget’s mouth.
“Why do I have this suspicion that I will regret this?” Bridget gulped and opened, “Gmmph!”
“That's a good captive Bridgie!” Baby Sjaastad grabbed a strip of microfoam tape and used it to seal the successful rower's lips, “No spitting it out!” she sternly warned her beloved siblings.
“Gmmmmm!” Bridget tested the simple gag and found it to be effective.
“I took off my braces,” Erin smiled, “Didn't want them interfering in my captivity.”
“Oh, thank you!” Kristina smiled while grabbing more clothesline, “That's being submissive!”

Kristina grabbed more clothesline to tie a harness and a waist rope to further imprison her older sister. The harness had all the bells and whistles, reducing Bridget’s odds of escaping in a timely manner. Her legs were further tied together at her knees and thighs. This was going to hold her for a while, and there was little she could do about it. She loved when her strength was upended like this by Joy; it made the game satisfying in an unique manner.

Meanwhile, Joy continued her calm, smooth, measured domination of her husband, the Sjaastad brother. Words needn't be said in a moment such as this, and Michael couldn't say any with a big red ball gag in his mouth. He had a bit of stubble, and Joy refused to use tape unless he had just shaved that day. He was tied up in an identical manner to Bridget, and Joy even propped both of them up for a little sibling bonding side-by-side against the wall.

“Brigida, you are in trouble,” Roberto quietly sat down with his wife.
“Geh -e ouh oh hith, -ou -oron!” Bridget cheekily ordered him, her eyes glowing in love.
“Mwah!” he kissed her gagged lips, “I am so glad you robbed the cradle to get me.”

“OK,” Joy used her fingers to iron out a wrinkle in her skirt, “Who’s next to go down?”
“You,” Kristina made her presence large and strong, “So I can savor Erin’s capture and binding.”
“Oh ho!” Erin laughed at this, “Baby Sjaastad is taking over, is she?”
“Well,” the little girl's brown ankle skirt swished, “I’ll play nice and let you have me.”
“Thanks, Joy. Erin, your captive awaits,” Kristina motioned for the eldest to take charge of Joy.
“With pleasure,” Erin adjusted her lavender snowflake kerchief and grabbed some of Joy's purple rope, “I love the texture of this stuff. Thanks, sis.”

Joy wasn't just a sister-in-law. She was almost a fourth Sjaastad sister. The girl with the golden blonde hair calmly turned around so she faced Kristina, Bridget, and Michael while her back was to Erin. Erin was smooth and professional in her motions, but she lacked the complete, absolute domination that that Joy seemed to possess by nature. Indeed, even as her wrists were crossed to be tied with the purple rope, Joy seemed to dominate her sisters-in-law except Kristina, to whom the headmistress sweetly deferred on this day which belonged to Baby Sjaastad.

The ropes tied Joy with comfort, security, and ease after she sat on a wooden dining chair. Then, a harness and waist rope followed, serving form as expected and function in securing her arms to her torso and both her arms and torso to the chair back. More rope bound her ankles, knees, and thighs, and one ran from her ankles to the underframe of the chair. A rope also tied her thighs to the seat of the chair. Joy was genuinely trapped in Erin’s loving purple rope hug.

“Open wide,” Erin held an orange rubber dog ball through which she'd passed a purple bandana.
“Well, since you insist,” Joy winked at her oldest sister-in-law and opened her mouth, “Mmm!”
“I see that spark. You're still the girl whose older sister formed her college’s TUG sorority,” Erin said with a grin while carefully knotting the bandana to secure the gag, “Enjoy it, my sweet.”
“Gmmmm mmmmm!” Joy said absolute nonsense for entertainment.
“Gmm mmmm?” Bridget asked a nonsense question as well.
“Hmmm hmmm hmmmmm!” Mike added his own nonsense in this bizarre loving dynamic.
“Now,” Kristina came up behind Erin and tightly hand gagged her, “Comes my moment!”
“Gmmmm!” Erin groaned in playful resistance, knowing her sickly self couldn't defeat the most powerful girl in the room, “Gmm hmmmm?” she asked a rhetorical, unintelligible question.

For Erin, out came something unusual but not entirely unheard of in their games: cloth ribbon. It was used like rope, but it had a seasonal or at least different ascetic. This ribbon was bright blue with big white snowflakes, a nod to Erin’s and Kristina’s respective bandanas with their brilliant white snowflakes on the lavender and navy backgrounds, respectively. Also, Erin was blessed to be flexible, and Kristina started by tying Erin’s elbows together. No mercy was shown to Erin.

The captive smiled in bright, glowing silence. She was radiantly joyful at the sensation of being a captive, and her excitement only intensified when her wrists were tied together as well. One at a time, the ribbons went up her legs, binding her ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs, a fourth leg bond optional but ideal since Erin was the tallest of the three female captives. Nary a word came out of her mouth when she got her own gag like Joy’s, but with a bright blue dog ball instead of orange and with a white bandana instead of purple. White for Erin's innocence.

“Are you ladies comfortable?” Kristina asked while setting Erin on the sofa, “Roberto, would you and Bridget like to sit with Erin?” she kindly asked her brother-in-law.
“I might be a moron according to Brigida,” he winked at her in a reference to her earlier playful gag talk slander, “But I know she will like that better than being on the floor here.”
“Mmmm hmmmm,” Bridget heartily nodded in agreement while she was held in baby style.
“That's my beloved,” Roberto carried his wife over to the sofa and set her down next to Erin.
“Oh, Mikey,” Kristina then helped Michael up, “Sorry, but the wife's kind of trapped. I guess I will put you on the recliner,” and she unceremoniously dumped him on the recliner with a giggle.

Then it was time for the highlight of the afternoon: a little cello concert. She didn't bring it along for decoration; she brought it to play it! Soon, the room filled with the sound of beautiful music, a major slice of Kristina’s life, the life to which she would soon dedicate herself by being a cello major in college that fall. OK, it's a music major, but she was discerning whether she was ready to make a career out of the instrument or if it was going to be a profitable hobby.

The cello was an early fixture in Kristina’s life, an escape from the sadness of life. She was seen as a prodigy from the start and gently encouraged to keep at it, but it was only when she was 11 and motherless that she decided to pour herself into this. She had no regrets. This $15000 bearer of happiness was only in her life thanks to a heft $7500 contribution from none other than her big sister, her beloved, the lovely Erin Sjaastad, no small sum for a girl then only 24 years old. They may have been separated by 14 years, but Erin and Kristina loved like twins.

The bound and gagged quartet couldn't applaud or clap, but their eyes and gagged cheers shared a joyful appreciation for the concert. This was about the joy of TUGs and music, the love of her siblings, and the special affection for her in-laws. Maybe Roberto was quiet, but he fit just like a new brother much like Joy fit like a new sister. It was all that Kristina could ask for in her life.

“I love all of you,” Kristina pointed with her bow, “Yes, even you, Bobby,” and resumed playing.

Nothing was comparable to a captivated audience of your siblings. Nothing. How she loved the two sisters, one brother, one sister-in-law, and one brother-in-law. Each one was uniquely loved, and how she looked forward to hopefully decades more of her loving them and them loving her!

THE END

[harveygasson]

Fun one.

[AlexUSA3]

Fun one.

I was trying to keep things fun and light-hearted in this tale.