Laine sighed heavily upon waking up. Catria, his little sister, had a seriously bad habit of sleepwalking into his bed at night. She'd be curled up next to him in the morning often enough that he half-expected to see her when he first opened his eyes.
This morning was a Catria morning.
"You're way too old for this shit," Laine grumbled as he climbed out of bed over his oblivious little sister.
He really just didn't know what to do with her sometimes. Cat, as he'd called her since forever, had always kind of lived up to her position as baby of the family. She'd been a daddy's girl of the most shameless variety, and had had no qualms about jumping into bed with their parents anytime there was thunder or she'd had a bad dream or... well, just because sometimes.
She'd grown out of it eventually, much to everyone else's relief. In fact, Cat had become a fairly normal teenager when the time came. Which was to say she'd hardly acknowledged her parents or siblings except when she needed something and spent most of her time barricaded in her room. In her case, Mom and Dad had hardly even given her shit for it. They were just glad to have some privacy again.
And now she was Laine's problem.
He felt a twinge of guilt as he looked down at his slumbering sister. He'd taken their parents' room now that they were gone. For all he knew, Cat was unconsciously looking for them when she wandered into his room at night. Not that he'd done anything wrong, but he couldn't help feeling bad about it anyway. Possibly that was why he'd been so patient with her.
At some point one probably just had to say "cut that the fuck out." And mean it. Laine'd said variations on it many times, usually in his head, but never with enough conviction. Not enough to do anything about it.
"Alright. Come on then."
Laine still talked only to himself as he carefully scooped up Cat in his arms. She was much heavier at eighteen than she'd been at eight, but still waifish enough to be transported without any real strain.
Cat stirred as she was carried regally back to her room. Her arms snaked around her brother's neck, though her eyes remained shut.
"You did it again," Laine said.
"Sorry." Cat's eyes fluttered open. "I didn't mean to."
"I know you didn't mean to. That doesn't stop you doing it."
"Sorry," she repeated. She looked away, her lip pinching slightly between her teeth.
"Don't look so damn pitiful. You can't just keep puppy-dogging your way through life, you know."
A hint of a smile graced Cat's mouth. "S'worked so far."
"Yeah, well... not anymore." Laine nudged open Cat's door, which had been left not quite open enough for him to fit through while carrying her. "I'm gonna start, I dunno, handcuffing you to your bed every night or something."
A small giggle from his sister. "You wouldn't dare."
"No?"
"No. I know you."
Laine let her down onto her mattress. "Maybe I wouldn't have. But lately...." He shook his head. "You've been bad lately. I actually think you're getting worse."
"I'm not! I'm just... it's just...." Cat squirmed uncomfortably. "I think it's 'cause my dreams have been bad. They're not so bad when I wake up in your room. Or at least I don't remember them." She looked up with pleading eyes. "But I swear it's not something I'm doing on purpose. It just kinda happens."
Laine rubbed his face. "Yeah, I get it. And I know you're sleepwalking. Maggie caught you in the hallway once, you were right out of it. Didn't acknowledge her or anything, even when she steered you back to bed."
"I still don't remember that."
"I know." He sighed. "I know." A moment of silence passed. "Do you think you're looking for me when you sleepwalk? Or... you know...."
"I don't know," Cat said in a small voice. "But I think maybe... maybe part of me doesn't know Mom and Dad aren't gonna be there. Like... I'm still looking for them like when I was little." She shrugged. "Maybe."
Laine nodded. "Who knows. Sorry for being such a downer." He patted Cat's knee, then started walking away. "Anyway, it's almost time I would have been up anyway. I'll probably hit the shower unless you need in the bathroom first."
"No, I'm good for a bit. Thanks for...."
Laine paused at the doorway. "Yeah?"
"Just... thanks. That's all."
"Ok."
****
Maggie was up and in the kitchen by the time Laine had showered and dressed. The eldest of the three siblings had become a pseudo-mother figure now that they were on their own, though without ever giving up her prerogative to mercilessly tease her little brother and sister when the need arose.
"Guess I shoulda put the coffee on before my shower," Laine said. "Never quite sure when you're gonna be up."
"Usually before you are," Maggie said airily. "Don't worry about it. I kinda like the ritual of it."
"That's kinda weird."
"Yeah, well... deal with it." Maggie set the coffee maker to work, then faced her brother. "Was Cat in your bed again this morning?"
"Yeah."
"Thought so. That's, what, the third time in the past week?"
"Something like that. It all blurs together after a while. Feels like it's been worse recently though."
Maggie sighed. "I don't know what to do with her. I keep hoping she'll grow out of it. So far, not so good."
"Yeah, tell me about it. Talking to her about it doesn't really seem to get anywhere. It's hard to be convincing though. 'Specially when she looks all pitiful and sorry."
"Gotta be firm sometimes, even if it's weird." Maggie shook her head. "I don't like trying to be a parent."
"Yeah. Me either. You're way better at it than me, though. Gonna be a great mother some day. All this warm-up."
Maggie shrugged, but didn't quite cover a smile. "Maybe someday," she agreed. "Not for a while, though. Maybe not ever. Too stressful."
Laine didn't argue. Maggie wavered back and forth on the topic, not that it came up all that often. She had a lot of their mom in her, which swayed his thinking toward her giving in and joining the parent cult sooner or later, and also helped explain why she'd stuck around even now that he and Cat were old enough to look after themselves.
Well, that and none of them really knew what to do with themselves. In some ways, Laine felt, they were all just stuck treading water together, unsure what to do with their lives. Or maybe, from a more positive light, they loved each other and were happy living together a while longer.
Probably, from an outside and objective standpoint, it was a nebulous mix of support and co-dependency, problems and comfort. Neither truly good or bad. Just life.
"I threatened to handcuff her to her bed if she keeps it up," Laine offered conversationally.
"Ha! I'd almost like to see that." Maggie tilted her head back and half-closed her eyes. "I can picture it now. Middle of the night, an awful screeching as Cat drags her bed down the hall behind her to get to big bro."
"You goof. That isn't... oh shit, now I'm picturing it."
"Good, right?" Maggie poured some coffee in two mugs. "Though really, the idea itself has some merit."
"It was a joke, Mags."
"I know. I'm just saying, like, we've tried threats and pleading and therapy and... whatever, you know? But, like, what if we actually physically tied her to her bed?"
Laine's eyes narrowed as he sipped his coffee thoughtfully. Both he and Maggie stood in near-silence for a moment as they considered.
"That can't actually be a real option, is it?" he said.
"I honestly don't know." Maggie bit her lip and reached a decision. "But if you want... I do have a pair of handcuffs you could borrow. Just to try."
"I... wait, you do?"
"Yes. And don't you dare comment on that."
Laine bit back an instinctive desire to tease her about a past romantic occurrence. In truth, if she had indeed used some bondage-play in a sexual encounter, that probably wasn't anything he wanted to probe into too deeply.
"Handcuffs, huh?" he said at last.
"Yeah. Not as much fun as movies would have you believe. I'm pretty sure they're just a handy prop that feels kinky without being too lewd for the average citizen."
"I see." Laine sipped at his coffee some more, trying desperately to think of a natural segue to some safer topic.
"You're trying really hard not to make a joke, aren't you?"
"I'm not."
"Well, either way, don't. I'm just saying if you want to try 'em, they're there."
"Nah. I can't do that. Metal restraints all night? I couldn't do that to her. She'd be so sore in the morning. Probably be up whining all night, just make the problem worse."
"No, no. Not, like, police cuffs, dummy."
"What?"
"They're nice and padded. Very comfy. I can't imagine using pure metal ones for anything other than, like, quick roleplay sessions or something."
Laine winced. "Please don't tell me about your roleplay sessions."
"Oh grow up."
Laine shook his head, but the wheels were turning now. "I mean, I guess if you think it's not a terrible idea...."
"Wait, really?"
"Oh come on! You just said--"
"I know. I just really didn't think you'd go for it. Hang on."
Maggie pranced off to her room. Laine spent the intervening time ruing his decision. But, hell, at this point, might as well take the cuffs, see how he felt that night.
Maggie was back a couple minutes later, padded leather cuffs dangling from her hand. "Here ya go."
Laine took them uncertainly. "They aren't--"
"There's no bodily fluids on them or anything. God. Mind out of the gutter, bro."
"Ok. Just checking." Laine inspected the cuffs. They seemed, if not comfortable, then at least like they wouldn't cut off blood circulation or chafe or anything.
"Don't forget the key. That's pretty important," Maggie added. "Don't lose it."
"I won't."
Laine took the restraints and key to his room, examined them a second time, then dropped them carelessly on his desk. He still hadn't made up his mind, but he had time enough for that.
****
Catria was late getting home that night. She'd gone out with friends after school and had lost track of time.
Well, that was only partly true. She'd let herself lose track of time. She'd been having fun, and she'd enjoyed some time free from the guilt of being a burden to her siblings. She tried so hard, but what could she do about invading Laine's room in her sleep? She wasn't awake to stop herself, after all.
Catria tried not to think in terms of 'being a pest.' Therapy-wise, from what little she'd learned in her past, sporadic sessions, that was a no-no. Still, one couldn't always help oneself.
She crept into the house, slinking along quietly. Vestiges of a time when she would have been chastised severely for returning around bedtime flitted around in the back of her mind.
No one was waiting impatiently, as it happened. No one hiding just inside the door waiting for a chance to jump out and yell 'ah ha!'
Both disappointed and relieved, Catria trudged to her room. Laine and Maggie weren't her parents. She knew that. But sometimes... well, she had some issues. Best to leave it at that.
Catria luxuriated in a long shower before turning in for the night. She scrubbed herself all pink and shiny, then changed into a camisole and panties for sleeping.
Opening the door of the bathroom to head back to her room, Catria squeaked and hopped back a few inches at the unexpected sight of her big sister waiting for her. Instinctive guilt flooded back even as she gauged Maggie's expression for clues to her feelings.
"Hey," Catria said.
"Hey. Fun afternoon?"
"Um... yes?"
"Good. Scoot aside, would you? I need to pee."
"Oh. Right."
Another strange mixture of relief and disappointment as Catria once again wasn't chastised. She began to slump away.
"And hang up your towel!" Maggie called after her. "It's not going to dry in a pile on the floor!"
Catria darted back, grabbed her towel, then away again as Maggie shut the door behind her. A small grin crossed her lips as she hung her towel in the laundry room to dry. Her sister had a definite mom-like quality to her voice when she wanted something Done Now.
On a whim, Catria wandered over to Laine's room. His door was closed, no surprise at this time of night. It never stopped her while sleepwalking, though he'd threatened a few times to install a deadbolt on the inside. She wasn't actually sure why he hadn't, except maybe that he never thought of it when he was near the... deadbolt store?
Where did people buy deadbolts anyway? Catria shrugged. Maybe that was why he hadn't gotten around to it.
She knocked on the door, then cracked it open slightly before Laine actually answered.
"Hey," she said.
"What's up?"
"Nothin'. Just... you know. Heading to bed. I'ma try to stay there tonight, for whatever good that ever does."
Laine nodded. He stood in just his boxers, not uncommon for him at night. Catria was fairly certain he used to sleep naked, but now compromised since he could never be sure of having his bed to himself. She couldn't imagine how awkward it might have been for him waking up with no clothes on and finding his baby sister cuddling with him.
Blech.
"Well, if that doesn't work, there's always the handcuffs," Laine said.
Catria rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You threatened me with that this morning already."
"No, seriously though." Laine held up the padded cuffs from his desk. "Maggie had these. Said we could try 'em if we had to."
Her eyes narrowed. "Why did she have those?"
"Best not to think about it, probably."
Catria concurred. She tried to consider the cuffs as an independent object and not as her big sister's sex toy. "I s'pose we could try them." She shrugged. "Although I can't imagine I'd be able to sleep."
"I dunno. They seem comfy enough. I mean, not uncomfortable, anyway."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Here, just give them a try."
Catria hesitated, then stepped closer and held out her wrists. She was just curious enough to give it a shot. Handcuffs generally occupied the kind of headspace reserved for vaguely kinky items that she'd never really been interested enough in to think too much about. As long as she had an easy opportunity....
Laine fiddled with the cuffs a bit before closing them snugly around his sister's wrists. They were tight, but not uncomfortably so. Just... snug.
She tugged and yanked a bit for form's sake, but they held solidly. There was no way to get out of them by herself, not without the key.
A small thrill went through her at the technical helplessness of the situation. Sure she wasn't in any danger, and Laine would never leave her in them if she didn't want him to, but still. There was something about them....
"They'd probably need to be behind my back," Catria heard herself saying.
"What?"
"You know, 'cause I can still grab things easily if my hands are in front of me. If they're behind me, I don't think I could work doorknobs in my sleep."
"Oh." Laine rubbed his chin. "Do you want to try it."
Catria urged her heart to silence. She imagined she could hear it beat loud enough to give away her nervous interior. "Might as well," she said, outwardly calm and only mildly interested. "Just to see."
Her brother shrugged. "What the hell."
He unlocked one of the cuffs. She swung her hands behind her back. There was enough leeway that her wrists weren't pulled uncomfortably together, but her hands were definitely trapped behind her once they were both locked in place.
"How's that?" Laine asked.
Catria once again made a show of testing her bonds. "Alright, I think," she said with a slight crack in her voice. "I mean, I think I'd be ok sleeping like this." She paused. "If I had to," she added for the sake maintaining the facade.
"I kinda thought I'd cuff one wrist, and then the other end would attach to your bed post or something."
She shook her head a little too quickly. "No, no. Then my... uh... my arm would be all stretched out." She wiggled her shoulders. "I can sleep better like this, I think."
Catria tried not to look at her brother. She was sure that if she made eye contact, he'd see right through her. He'd see that, for reasons unknown, she wanted the cuffs left on.
She felt... something. Something wasn't familiar with and didn't really understand. Being handcuffed, being made her feel helpless and small in an easy and safe way. She kind of liked it.
It was weird. Very weird. But she definitely needed to explore the feeling further, figure out what the hell was going on with her.
They were just handcuffs, dammit. Nothing special.
"Well, if you're sure..." Laine said.
Catria nodded. She added a hint of false-reluctance to her voice. "I think so." Then added, "I might need some help getting settled."
"Ok."
They went to Catria's room. She let her brother go first so he wouldn't see the way she squirmed and wiggled to test the feeling of being restrained. It made her feel funny things deep in her tummy.
Laine pulled the covers back for Catria. She rolled into the middle of her mattress a bit awkwardly. She quickly determined that she couldn't sleep on her back. Curling up on her side seemed fine, even if her lower arm got a bit scrunched.
"Is that ok?" he asked.
"Yes. Tuck me in?"
"That's what I'm here for."
Another thrill, though a more mundane and platonic one. Catria hadn't been tucked in by someone else in... well, she couldn't remember. A while, anyway. It was too infantilistic even for her most of the time. Tonight, though, tonight was different. She was already being a little bad.
"Do you want me to leave the key here?" Laine asked.
"No point. I wouldn't be able to get myself out. Can't see behind me well enough."
He seemed hesitant. "I just don't want something to happen and you get stuck or anything."
"I'll be fine. I'll yell for you if I need to. You're not that far away."
Laine grinned wryly. "That would be quite the backfire for this plan, huh? Instead of finding you in my bed every morning, I just get yelled at all night."
Catria knew she was being teased, so she declined to protest about she wouldn't bother him like that.
"This should be fine," she said instead.
"Hope so. I mean, definitely yell if you need me though."
"Ok. Good night, Laine."
"Night, Cat."
Laine bent down and kissed the side of Catria's forehead. He brushed her hair gently with his fingers, then he left. The light clicked off and the door shut, and he was gone.
Catria was alone. Alone in the dark. Alone and helpless. Hands firmly locked behind her back.
"What's wrong with me?" she breathed aloud.
She was horny. Goddamn was she horny. It wasn't a pressing, urgent need or anything, but it was definitely a part of the weird feelings that had been sneaking up on her. Now that she couldn't use her hands, she had a subtle but nagging desire to play with herself.
"Shoulda had him leave my hands in front," Catria complained to the darkness.
But that wasn't right. She knew better. It wasn't the same with her hands still useful. They needed to be behind her back. Because... because....
"This is so bad," she whispered.
Yeah, it was bad. This wasn't a situation she particularly wanted to get turned on by. Especially because it was Laine who'd handcuffed her. There was a whole swath of weirdness there that she didn't even want to think about.
And yet....
Catria squirmed, once again testing the unrelenting captivity to which her arms were subjected. Her tummy butterflies danced their inappropriate tango, and her pussy begged to be touched.She was so conflicted. Shame and guilt melded with arousal and sensuality. She couldn't escape. There was no way to even masturbate and relieve some tension. She just had to let it build and feed on itself and grow its wispy, seductive tendrils.
She could call Laine. She totally could. But not tell him about the sexy parts. Definitely not that. God no.
But maybe just say she was uncomfortable. Or that she was scared being alone and handcuffed and so helpless and exposed and....
Catria rolled onto her other side. She was just making it worse. Thinking of solutions only led back to thinking about her predicament, which turned her on, which made her think more. It was a cycle she didn't have a clue how to break.
****
Laine was kind of surprised to awake the next morning and realize he neither saw nor had heard from his sister since he'd left her room the night before. He still couldn't believe that she'd actually gone along with that stupid idea.
But hey, if it worked, maybe it wasn't so stupid.
First thing first, check on Cat. He certainly couldn't leave her like that any longer than necessary. Hopefully she was still ok with being cuffed and hadn't changed her mind but been too guilty to call for him.
He breathed a sigh of relief at finding Cat still in her bed, snoring softly. Her covers had come askew in the night. She wouldn't have been able to adjust them easily, he supposed.
Most of her back was uncovered, including her cute little panty-covered butt. Laine tugged her blanket into place before nudging her awake.
"Hey. Hey. Morning, Cat. Time to wake up."
"Hm?"
"Morning," Laine repeated. "How are your arms?"
"Oh. Them." Cat sounded a little surprised, like she'd forgotten being cuffed. Her shoulder moved, then she stretched out for a moment. "They're alright, actually. One's a little stiff from lying on it funny."
"I imagine it would be. Here, give me your wrists. I'll unlock you."
"Yeah. Ok."
She must have still been fuzzy from waking up, because Laine could have sworn he detected reluctance in her tone and the slowness of the way she rolled onto her tummy and let him get at her cuffs.
Two soft clicks and Cat was freed. She sat up and rubbed her wrists, which appeared a bit red, but otherwise fine.
"You sure you're ok?" Laine asked. "Your arms don't hurt? Or your wrists?"
Cat smiled. "No, I promise, I'm fine. I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, but... I dunno. I must have."
"Uh huh."
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you're still guilty about cuffing me last night. It was my call," Cat said with uncharacteristic firmness. "It was fine. And it worked, even."
"Well we don't know that for sure. It could have just been one of those nights where you wouldn't have wandered anyway."
She shrugged. "Then we do more tests. Simple."
"Um...."
"Stop worrying. Seriously."
"I'll try."
Silence fell. Laine fiddled with the handcuffs, not quite sure what to do with them. Cat watched him evenly. After a moment she spoke.
"I don't suppose you'd mind leaving so I can change?"
Laine jerked into action. "Oh. Yeah. Right. Sorry." He retreated awkwardly from the room. "I'll just go, uh, like... do... stuff."
Laine pondered the events of that morning and the night before as he got ready for the day. He had a sense that some things weren't quite right, but he wasn't sure how or why.
Everything had basically gone right, hadn't it? Cat was fine, she'd stayed in bed, she seemed fine with continuing the experiment. He definitely hadn't scarred with her with the weird, low-level bondage.
Maybe that was it. Maybe the problem was that on some level, he associated handcuffing his sister for the night with... well, activities one didn't engage in with siblings. Bondage. Eroticism. Bad things.
That was silly though. It wasn't about that. Not even a little. Even if she had been nearly in her underwear....
And she had kind of a look about her....
And if she'd been some other girl....
Nope. Nope nope nope. That train of thought needed derailed.
Sure Cat had a nice butt, and she looked good in her flimsy nightwear. That was fine. Living with his sisters, Laine had long ago had to come to terms with their femininity. That was ok. It was manageable. He didn't even take notice most of the time.
It was the damn handcuffs. They were a symbol of restraint and power imbalance. That was just part of their essence. Maybe he'd recognized that unconsciously at some point and just hadn't acknowledged it. Maybe that was where the weirdness came from.
If that was all it was, that was probably fine. It just meant he had to be aware of what sorts of things he was feeling and make sure they didn't run into inappropriate territory.
After all, it wasn't like he wanted to restrain Cat. He didn't want to have to do anything of the sort. Probably he was feeling guilty that this was what it had come to. Forced to make his sister a prisoner of her bed at night.
Well not forced exactly. But they'd all agreed. It wasn't just him. Cat and Maggie had supported the idea.
Laine shook his head. He had some things to sort out, and so far he wasn't getting much of anywhere.
****
Catria breathed a big sigh of relief once Laine left her room. She lifted her blanket and stared down at her panties which prominently displayed the results of her previous night's arousal. She couldn't imagine the embarrassment of her brother having noticed that.
"I'm such a goddamn perv," she muttered, though without the harsh recrimination she'd expected to launch at herself.
She wasn't feeling quite so strongly about it in the fresh morning light. The urgency had passed. Her hands were free, and with them her mind. It was a temporary and incomplete freedom, but it was something.
Until that night. Her heart beat a little harder at the remembrance that it was going to happen again. And again and again. Unless she stopped it. She could just say no and it would all be over. No one would be any the wiser.
Catria peeled off her mostly dried underwear. She wasn't going to say no, she knew. She was going to let it happen. Make it happen, if necessary. Whatever the hell last night had been, she needed more. More time to understand what she felt, if nothing else. More chances to figure out what had been awakened with such a small, simple removal of the basic freedom she took for granted.
It was an insidious and intoxicating thing. Playing the victim, a helpless little waif. She felt a paradoxical sense of power and discovery as she looked forward to that night and her next chance to be cuffed.
She was the last to arrive for breakfast, but that was nothing unusual. There were only three of them, and someone had to be the slowest. This morning, however, she felt the eyes of her siblings boring holes through her as joined them, and she really wished they were both there already. It would have been easier to deal with one at time. At least she wouldn't have felt outnumbered.
"So," Maggie said.
"What's for breakfast?" Catria asked, not waiting for the inevitably awkward question to be voiced.
"Whatever you make," Maggie replied without missing a beat. "So how'd you sleep?"
Catria fished a box of cereal from the cupboard, taking longer than needed to make a selection as an excuse not to make eye contact. "Laine told you already, didn't he?"
"I did," Laine confirmed.
"Well then you don't need to ask me about it," Catria said.
"Cat," Maggie said delicately, "I just want to make sure we're all on the same page here."
"I am. I don't know about you two."
"Very funny. Seriously though. You slept ok? You're not just faking so your brother doesn't feel guilty?"
"I slept fine."
"And you're ok with carrying on like that?"
Catria hesitated. She had to be careful about how she answered. A mild deflection, perhaps. "It was your guys' idea, you know. I don't know why I'm getting all the questions."
"Just to bug you," Laine said.
"Shut up, Laine," Maggie said without even glancing at him. "Personally, Cat, while I did indeed agree to this plan... I didn't expect you to actually go for it."
Catria rolled her eyes. "Of course you didn't." She pitched her voice a bit higher in a mocking tone. "'Here Cat, put these handcuffs on we both think it's a good idea! Wait, why are you putting handcuffs on that's a terrible idea!'" She snorted. "You two need to figure yourselves out a little better."
Once she'd poured her milk, Catria took off to go eat in her room. Partly to keep up the pretense of mild annoyance, but partly, too, because discussing being handcuffed was... well, it was doing things to her again.
It was worse when both her siblings were present. Two people who might figure her out instead of just one. Twice the risk, twice the subtle throbs down below.
****
Laine was relaxing in the living room that evening by himself. Maggie was flitting around somewhere, and he'd hardly seen Cat all day. She hadn't stayed long at breakfast, and she hadn't joined her siblings for supper. He was trying not to worry about her.
"What'cha watchin'?"
"Porn," Laine replied automatically as Maggie lifted his legs off one end of the couch and settled in beneath them.
Maggie was quiet for several seconds. Then, "liar, no one's even got their clothes off. You're watching sports, aren't you!"
Laine smiled at the accusation. For the life of him, he couldn't remember how that stupid little in-joke had started between them. "You caught me."
"So predictable." Maggie half-stifled a yawn. "Anyway...."
"Anyway?"
"Are you gonna, like, cuff Cat again tonight?"
"That was the plan."
"Ok."
"Oh now don't say it like that."
"Like what?"
Laine waved his hand. "Like you don't really think it's a good idea but you're gonna let me do it anyway, then say 'I told you so' if something goes wrong."
"No, no. Just... I'm not sure what's going on with Cat. That's all. She seemed weird this morning."
"Yeah, she did, didn't she. I haven't been able to figure out if it's her, or just something in my head."
"No, it's definitely her."
"Huh."
"But I don't think she's upset about it or anything. I really don't think she minds."
"Me either." Laine shrugged. "But I don't know what's going on, and she sure as hell isn't saying."
Maggie patted her brother's knee. "We'll just have to keep an eye on her, ok? I mean, we always do anyway, but still."
"Yeah, I hear ya." Laine reached out and squeezed Maggie's hand for a second. "The three of us against the world, yeah?"
"Fuckin' right."
Despite their conversation, Laine somehow managed to forget about Cat as he was getting ready for bed. He had stripped down to his boxers when there was a soft knock on his bedroom door. He turned around and was about acknowledge the knock when the door opened anyway.
"Oh, hey, Cat."
"Hey."
She padded over to him on bare feet, then turned her back and stuck out her arms. Laine shrugged and grabbed her handcuffs. He carefully fastened them to her wrists, still unused to the process and a bit worried about hurting her. She didn't react.
"Ok, well, thanks," she said. "Night, Laine."
"Yeah. Good night, Cat."
He watched her leave, even poking his head out into the hallway until she was back in her room. She made an odd sight in her little panties and cami top, manacled hands hanging down above her butt. Oh well.
Laine had almost crawled into bed himself when he heard the call.
"Laaaiiine!"
It wasn't an urgent shout, but he was unquestionably being summoned. He marched down to Cat's room and found her curled up with her blanket kicked down toward the end of the bed.
"Tuck me in?" she asked.
He snorted. "Yeah, alright." He pulled her covers up over her shoulder and kissed the side of her head. "Sleep tight."
"Thanks."
"No worries. You're kinda helpless like that, huh?"
Cat's response came oddly slow. "Yeah," she said faintly. "Kinda helpless."
Laine shrugged and left her to sleep.
****
Catria lay quiet in her bed for a while after Laine departed. She shouldn't have called for him just to tuck her in. That was bad. Bad little girl.
She couldn't help herself. That was all. She'd been thinking and planning and scheming all day. She had a much better idea what to expect this time, and she'd obsessed.
It was just one of those things. She had a new game, of a sort, and even though she knew she shouldn't really play it, she was going to anyway.
Getting tucked in was part of her scheme, though she'd tried to resist. Letting Laine see her once more, all curled up in bed in her panties and cuffs, supremely vulnerable, it kicked her horniness properly into gear. It would have gotten there anyway, but she'd opted for the quick and easy short cut.
Catria let the feelings creep through her and infuse her various inner places. Feelings of shame and guilt, of helplessness and sexuality, of need and desire. She fought a lot less hard against them now that she basically knew what was coming. Instead, she used them. Harnessed them. Let them feed and grow.
Only once she couldn't stand it anymore, when her pussy ached and was beginning to make a serious mess of her panties, did she hop out of bed. She nearly fell as her foot got caught in her blanket, but she managed to keep her balance.
She'd hidden her vibrator just under the top layer in her underwear drawer in preparation. Her extremely limited dexterity meant having to plan ahead a little.
Catria turned on the toy and squeezed her fingers tight around it to savour the vibrations. Goddamn she needed this.
There wasn't really a good way to connect the vibrator to her vagina. That was a problem she hadn't really solved yet. The best she could do was place it on her bed, then carefully clamber on top and try to lower her pussy onto it. The results weren't great.
She could make contact, sure, and some vibrations were better than nothing. But she had no means of adjusting, of getting more pressure, a more stable connection. Any shifting she did just moved the toy around and made it impossible to get what she needed.
The added frustration was exquisite. Her arousal was teased and taunted, and the consequences of having her hands behind her back were made all the more real and important. She loved and hated it at the same time.
Catria bounced and rocked on her vibrator, trying desperately to make something happen. It wasn't enough. She couldn't get enough consistent contact, nor properly direct it.
The self-teasing, while still deliciously frustrating and arousing, was beginning to wear thin. If she couldn't get off, then the whole thing was going to backfire and she'd end up miserable and horny all night.
That actually didn't sound too bad to her masochistic side, but the rest of her wasn't on board.
In a sudden flash of inspiration, Catria wiggled her way back off her bed. She grabbed one of her pillows and dragged it to the middle of her bed. She felt around for her still humming vibrator, then set it on top of the pillow.
It still wasn't a perfect solution by any means, but it was better. Raising the vibrator a bit gave her better options and angles to work with. She only hoped it was enough. How embarrassing would it be to have to call for her brother to uncuff her because she was too horny to sleep?
Catria's knees went weak and she almost fell off her bed when she tried to balance herself with her arm, only to be reminded that it wasn't available. The thought of Laine coming in and seeing her had sent a shiver through her whole body.
What would he think if he caught her happily riding away on her humming pillow, panties soaked, eyes glazed with pent up lust? He'd have to know at that point, right? He'd have to know what a little pervo she was. That she let her brother, of all people, help with her newly discovered bondage fantasy.
It didn't seem to matter anymore that it hadn't even been her idea at the start. It was hers now. Her stupid, sexy thrill ride.
What would Laine think? What would Maggie think, for that matter?
The extrapolated humiliation of being discovered by either of her siblings meshed with the not-quite-adequate vibrations on her pussy. Catria came, releasing two days of novelty and repressed need all in one much needed orgasm.
She shuddered and shook, and eventually just let herself fall over and twitch her way back to a placid state. Relaxation settled in at last, and she let the afterglow rock her gently to a less conscious state.
With the last of her energy, Catria rolled over and squirmed around until she could grab her vibrator and turn it off. She went to sleep with her bed in a state of total chaos.
****
Part Two: Sexualization Investigation
****
The weeks passed, and the siblings all adjusted pretty well to the new arrangement. Laine and Maggie still weren't quite sure about Catria's easy acceptance of being handcuffed every night, but nothing had gone wrong thus far, and she was staying in her bed. It was hard to argue with results.
Catria, for her part, was still experimenting with her new fetish. She was really getting the hang of using her limited dexterity to its full potential while cuffed, and preparing for her nightly fun when she wasn't.
Taping her vibrator to somewhere useful before bed had become a favourite of hers. Often it was just to her 'sex pillow', but she explored other options. Sometimes they didn't work out, but it was fun to try anyway.
She'd had to start sneakily buying her own batteries so as not have to explain her sudden need for replacements every few days. That was a small enough price to pay.
Catria gradually became bolder about flaunting herself in handcuffs too. The novelty of simply wearing them had faded, though her deeper appreciation of them remained. She had to get a little riskier to find the deep, anxiety-inducing thrills she craved.
Some mornings Laine slept in or forgot to come check on her first thing. She loved those mornings. Since she'd managed to figure out ways around most inconveniences she experienced at night, namely how to successfully enjoy her bondage induced horniness, brand new ones in the morning were a delightful bonus round to her game.
She couldn't, for instance, get properly dressed while still locked up. She had to walk around in her flimsy night clothes if she wanted to leave her room. That wasn't all that exciting, given how relaxed the household was about these sorts of things.
However, depending on what panties she wore, and how soaked she'd made them the night before, it was sometimes terribly obvious that she'd been playing. Those mornings were the most nerve-wracking and the most fun almost regardless of whether she ventured from her room, or whether she simply risked Laine noticing when he came to unlock her.
Another interesting facet of her imprisonment was that she couldn't go to the bathroom in the morning until her cuffs were removed. That had been quite the interesting discovery the first time. She'd walked in, assuming that it would be no problem, only to realize that even if she could get her panties pulled down, she'd never get them back up, let alone be able to wipe herself. The thrill of that exciting predicament had nearly sent her back to her room for fun time.
Actually being held hostage, unable to even pee without getting help, that was one of her guilty favourites. That first morning she'd waited as long as she could before waking up her brother. She kept hoping to have an idea, or that he'd wake up on his own, all the while growing more desperate until she was ready to burst. She'd been practically dancing as she tried to hold still to get unlocked.
Catria cherished the memory of that first time. Subsequent experiences were still fun, but the first was always the most memorable.
Even when there wasn't anything too overly sexual about it, she still enjoyed padding through the house in her bare feet, panties, camisole, and cuffs. Her 'adventuring' outfit.
She woke up one morning, found Laine's door still closed, and as per usual declined to wake him. She didn't have to pee that badly, and her panties were clean enough to pass casual inspection.
Catria's tummy rumbled. She grinned and headed off for the kitchen. She'd tried twice in the past week to get herself breakfast before one of her siblings caught her, and twice had no success at all. It was good fun anyway.
The fridge wasn't bad. She could open it easily enough, and usually managed to grab things as long as they weren't too far to the back. Cupboards were practically impossible though. Pushing a chair over, climbing onto the counter, then turning around and trying to balance while grabbing anything within was a recipe for actual physical injury. That wasn't at all what she was looking for.
This morning, breakfast was relatively simple. Someone had bought muffins and thoughtfully left them on the counter. They were toward the wall and a bit of a stretch, but Catria managed to get one out while only making a very small mess.
She had to leave it on the edge of the counter and lean over bite a piece off. And, in fact, the wrapper around the bottom would be a concern when she got that far. Ah well.
Catria regarded the coffee maker with deep consideration. Filling it with coffee and water, then turning it on were theoretically within her limited capabilities, but she hadn't yet dared to try. This morning she was feeling up to it.
She'd spilled water and coffee all around the machine by the time Maggie showed up. She looked guiltily at her big sister and tried to hide her mess by standing in front of it. It didn't work.
"What are you doing?" Maggie asked, gently pushing Catria aside.
"Um... trying to make coffee?"
"Fine. But why the hell, exactly, are you trying to do it with your cuffs still on?"
"'Cause Laine was still sleeping."
Maggie frowned at her little sister's guileless face. "Well next time, how 'bout you wake him up, 'k? Or wait for one of us to get to the kitchen, at least?"
Maggie wiped up the mess. Catria snuck back toward her muffin, but felt a hand on her shoulder before she made it.
"And you better not be eating that by shoving your face into it," Maggie said with calm firmness.
"How else am I s'posed to?"
"Just... go get your cuffs off. I swear. You've gotten... bizarre about them lately."
"Haven't."
"You have. They're like a security blanket or something. It's like you don't want them off."
Catria shook her head and danced away. "Nuh uh." She took off for Laine's room before her sister could argue further.
That was too close to the truth. Maybe she should cool it for a few days. Let suspicion fade.
Laine was still asleep. That was a bit odd. It was his day off, but he usually didn't sleep in much. Especially when he was supposed to be checking on his sister every morning. Apparently he wasn't too worried about her anymore. That was good.
"Hey," Catria said. She knelt on the bed next to Laine and tried to nudge him. "Hey," she said louder.
"Hm? What?"
"Sorry. I need my cuffs off."
Laine blinked a few times, checked the time, then nodded. "Huh. Guess I overslept a bit."
"Not really. You didn't need to get up. Just... Maggie sent me, is all. She doesn't like me making a mess when I try to do things."
"I shouldn't be leaving you stuck like that in the mornings," Laine insisted. He scooted past Catria and found the key to unlock her. "It's irresponsible."
"It's fine," Catria said, repressing a sigh of regret as she was unmanacled. "I don't mind."
"Sometimes I feel like you enjoy it."
She shook her head quickly. "I wouldn't go that far. Just... I don't mind. Really."
"Uh huh."
Laine was watching her with narrowed eyes. She darted in and kissed him on the cheek, then left before he had too much more time to ponder. "Thanks, bro. Gotta go."
"Uh huh," he repeated just before she was out of earshot.
Yep. Definitely have to be a bit more careful for a while. Sibbos getting hella suspicious.
****
"I think she likes the handcuffs," said Maggie.
Laine turned his head and gave her a funny look. "How do you mean?"
"You know. You must have seen. Cat's been all funny about them ever since that first time, and it hasn't changed. If anything she's wearing them more these days."
"That's kinda my fault. I've been slacking."
"Is it though?"
"Well... yeah. Kinda. Partly."
Maggie folded her arms. "Because you have the key? And sometimes you don't get up on time?"
"Yeah."
"So why the hell hasn't she taken custody of the key for herself?"
"Um...."
"Or why doesn't she wake you up?"
"Well...."
"Or hell, why hasn't she wanted to try not wearing them to see if she'd still stay put at night? For that matter, have they even worked?"
Laine raised a finger with an 'ah-ha' kind of point to it. "We do at least know that. I haven't found her in bed with me even once since this started."
"Yes, but we also haven't heard her bumping against her door at night, or sleeping next to it when she couldn't get past."
Laine lowered his finger. "Well... but still. Success. Right?"
"Laine, she likes being cuffed. I can't see any other explanation."
He shifted uncomfortably. "Oh. Like a... sexual thing?"
"Probably. Yeah. Maybe not entirely, but I can't see any way it isn't at least a little sexual."
"Well fuck." Laine sighed. "You know, I kinda thought it might be something like that, but I told myself I was just being silly."
Maggie nodded sympathetically. "It would be easier if we were just imagining things."
"So what the hell do we do?"
"Honestly... I don't know. We could talk to Cat about it--"
"Ew."
Maggie held up two fingers. "Or we could pretend nothing's changed and hope she grows out of it."
"She doesn't grow out of things easily."
She added a third finger. "Or you could stop enabling her and just let her have the handcuffs and key and she can do what she wants with them."
Laine sighed heavily. He knew Maggie was right, but he'd been trying really hard not to have to deal with this. His denial couldn't hold out forever, he supposed. "Alright. I'll do something."
"Thanks, Laine." Maggie wrapped her arms around her brother in a supportive hug. "Let me know if you need help. But you have to take point on this one."
"I know, I know. I'm the one she's been using." He shook his head. "And there are definitely some parts of this whole thing I'll be glad to say no to."
"And a few parts you'll miss?"
"No." Laine stepped back. "What's that s'posed to mean?"
"Nothing."
"Don't 'nothing' me."
Maggie put her hands on her hips and smirked at her brother. "Don't think I don't know you enjoy it. Just a little. A cute little girl coming to you every night in her underwear, eager to be handcuffed? You're going to tell me that doesn't appeal to you at all?"
"Ew, Mags. That's Cat you're talking about."
"I know it is. And if I thought you were taking advantage of her, I'd be pissed. Since, if anything, it's the other way around... it's kinda funny."
"It is not."
"Is."
"Isn't."
"Is!"
"Isn't!"
Maggie held up her hands placatingly. "Ok, you're right. It definitely isn't funny even a little the way you check out your little sister's butt when you think no one's watching."
"That...." Laine slumped in defeat. "That's not fair. I can't help looking at the cuffs sometimes. And then... and then she's always wearing these little panties, and she has such a... you know...."
"Cute butt?"
"Something like that, yeah. My gaze is already in the area. Can't help it."
Maggie giggled. "No, I don't suppose you can."
"Am I a horrible brother?"
"If I thought that, this would be a much different conversation, I assure you." Maggie once again pulled Laine into an embrace. "Shh, now," she said as she stroked his hair comfortingly.
"What are you doing?"
"Being supportive. And a li'l bit patronizing."
"Thought so."
"Shh."
****
Catria was kind of surprised when Laine came to her with her handcuffs much earlier than usual that evening. She experienced a moment of naughty excitement as she assumed he was going to cuff her before bedtime. She didn't know why or what it meant, but she liked it.
The moment faded quickly once she realized his expression didn't match any kind of naughtiness or punishment or... whatever.
"Here," Laine said, handing her both the cuffs and key.
Catria's brow furrowed. "Um... why are you giving them to me? That's not how this works."
"It is now."
"Oh." She tried not to let her extreme disappointment show. "Why?"
"Well, partly me and Maggie think you can probably handle them yourself, if you want. You've gotten pretty good at maneuvering with your hands behind your back."
Catria cursed herself internally. She should have known better than to let her siblings figure out she could function halfway decently. She'd become so used to the status quo, she'd forgotten it was an artificial situation that could easily be stopped.
"But--"
"No, no. It's not an argument." Laine folded his arms. "You don't have to stop, but I'm not helping anymore. That's all."
Catria swallowed hard. The way he said it, it was like he knew she couldn't stop. Like he knew exactly what she'd been doing this whole time.
"I don't...." Her words trailed off. What could she even say?
"You should do what makes you happy," Laine said in a softer tone.
"Uh huh." She shifted her weight uneasily. She kind of wanted him to just go, let her be alone. She'd fucked it all up. She knew that now.
"You ok?"
"M'fine."
"You sure."
"M'fine!"
Laine sighed. "Ok. Just... ok."
He left.
Catria stood there several seconds longer, just standing, staring down at her former favourite toy. Then, in disgust at herself and what she'd done, she threw the handcuffs and key into the corner of her room.
"Stupid," she whispered. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."
****
Catria didn't put her handcuffs on that night. Nor, indeed, the next several nights. She was too embarrassed, too anxious, too grossed out with herself to even look at them.
She could barely interact with her siblings. Laine and Maggie knew. They knew what she'd been doing. They hadn't yelled at her, or told her to stop, or... anything, really. But they knew.
In some ways, it was even worse that they didn't say anything about it. It meant that all her feelings had to stay bottled up, because she sure as hell wasn't going to start a conversation about how she'd used Laine to handcuff her every night in support of her new kink.
Bedtime was so much less fun now. It was downright depressing some nights. She had a hard time sleeping and sometimes stayed up prowling the house or sitting on her laptop far later than her sleep schedule allowed. She had to spend her days sleep deprived on top of everything else.
At least she wasn't bothering Laine. When she did sleep, she didn't go anywhere. Mission accomplished, she supposed.
She knew Laine and Maggie were starting to worry about her behaviour. She could tell. She just couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't talk to them, and she just didn't have the energy or motivation to act like everything was fine.
Which was silly. She'd had to stop playing a stupid sexy game that she shouldn't have been playing in the first place. That was all. It really didn't matter or affect her life in any significant way.
Except it did. It really, really did.
She'd found something she truly enjoyed. It was a weird and pervy thing, but no less important to her because of that. And she'd lost it.
Catria moped over her loss. Some days were worse than others. Sometimes she obsessed in her head, going over what she could have differently. Sometimes she successfully distracted herself until bedtime when she couldn't help but remember.
Perhaps inevitably, the mutual unspoken agreement not to discuss the cause of her moodiness was finally breached. She was zoned out on the couch watching a show that was meant to be funny, but had yet to make her laugh. Maggie came in and sat on the arm of the sofa near her feet.
"Hey, Cat," Maggie said.
Catria grunted a response, hoping not to get into a real conversation.
"So, listen," Maggie continued, "the past little while seems like it's been kinda rough for you."
"M'fine."
"Right. Uh huh." Maggie toyed with her hair, twirling it around her finger. "But you're not, though."
"Am."
"You're pretty obviously not ok."
Catria curled up. She pulled her knees up toward her chest and folded her arms over her breasts. "Why would I not be?"
"Well... I'm gonna say that it probably has to do with you discovering that you really, really like being handcuffed, and now you're embarrassed about it."
Catria tried to shrink further. The limits of physical space began to impede her. "No."
"Yes," Maggie said patiently. "We both know it. I didn't want to have this conversation any more than you do, but I've waited for you to get over it on your own, and you just aren't."
Catria shut her eyes and put her hands over her ears. It was a pretty stupid response, but it was the only one she had.
Maggie got up and moved in front of her sister. She bodily picked the younger girl's top half up and sat beneath her. She set Catria's head delicately in her lap.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," Maggie said in a soothing voice. She stroked her sister's hair. "Well that's not quite true. But you don't need to take it as badly as you have been."
"It's dumb," Catria said.
"No it's not."
"It is. And I was stupid for thinking you and Laine wouldn't figure it out. And stupid for involving you to begin with. Gross and stupid." Catria squeezed her eyes tighter. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Nothing, Cat. Nothing's wrong with you."
"Well that's obviously not true."
"It is, though. You're my little sister. I love you. Laine loves you. And... honestly, I liked it better when you were wandering around in handcuffs all the time instead of just being sad."
"But you'd prefer neither, I bet."
"You're not wrong." Maggie smoothed Catria's hair. "But I'll take happy li'l sis over sad li'l sis any day. Even if it means a little weirdness."
Catria was slowly uncurling. The soothing hair stroking and loving tone of her sister's voice were seeping in and letting her guard down.
"You want me to put my handcuffs back on?"
"If that's what makes you happy, yes."
Catria bit her lip, then sighed. "I can't. It's too embarrassing now. And not in a good way."
"It doesn't have to be. Me and Laine are basically used to it. It won't affect us any."
"It doesn't matter."
Maggie kept stroking Catria's hair for a moment, the stopped. "Alright, let me up."
Catria sat up. She looked at Maggie, and was inwardly relieved that she could at least meet her sister's eye.
"Wait here," Maggie instructed.
"Hadn't planned on going anywhere," Catria mumbled to Maggie's retreating back.
A few minutes passed before Maggie returned. Catria had basically lost interest in the meantime.
"You should really keep your room better organized," Maggie said.
"Oh don't start on that." Catria paused, then glared at her sister. "What were you doing in... my...."
She faltered as she realized that Maggie was holding her handcuffs. The ones she'd thrown in a corner somewhere and ignored. Her sister had gone and dug them out because....
Catria swallowed hard and her heart beat a little harder. She had no idea why she was getting excited, because it really didn't matter what Maggie said, she wasn't putting her cuffs back on. Not now.
"We'll talk about the mess in your room some other time," Maggie said, a smile tickling her lips at the look in Catria's eye. "We'll get these on for now, see if that cheers you up."
Catria shook her head. "Nuh uh." But her eyes didn't leave the handcuffs no matter how petulantly she swung her head back and forth.
"Yuh huh," Maggie countered easily. "Give me your hands."
"No."
"Yes," said Maggie firmly. "Give them. Now."
Catria couldn't resist the authoritative tone in her sister's voice. With a dry mouth and a nervous, anticipatory tummy, she lifted her arms. Maggie was making her do it. It was actually happening.
Even Laine had never actually told her to put them on. It had always been an option and a solution to a problem. But now....
"You know better than that," Maggie said. "Behind your back."
Catria stood on trembling legs, turned around, and meekly swung her arms into position. The soft snap and comforting feel of her cuffs locking around her wrists nearly made her collapse. Too many emotions were coursing through her all at once.
"There. Better?" Maggie asked.
Catria nodded slowly. "Yeah," she said faintly.
"Good. Now sit back down with me."
Catria didn't even question the order, if that's what it was. She sat back down with her sister, leaning against Maggie and feeling a sisterly arm wrap around her shoulders.
She was still in shock, unable to properly process. Maggie knew what the handcuffs meant. Being encouraged... no, being told to put them on... what did that mean? What was going on in her sister's head?
It didn't really matter, in some ways. Catria's body was responding without waiting for her brain to catch up. She was all a-flutter, a bundle of happy nerves. Her kinky little submissive side was utterly contented as she sat cuffed next to Maggie, all snuggled up.
Catria had worried about using Laine in the past as her 'keyholder'. She was never quite sure what it said about her, or what the ethical ramifications might be.
Now, with Maggie in charge, she was still confused, but at least she was happier with the morality of it. And actually being 'forced' into her cuffs, that was a very nice feeling.
Catria squeezed her thighs together and tried not to ruin the platonic beauty of the moment. She mustn't run off to masturbate. Permission or no, that would be severely pushing her luck and the bounds of sisterly affection.
So wrapped up was she that she didn't even notice Laine arriving until he was sitting down on the other side of Maggie. She stiffened in her seat and glanced anxiously at her brother, wondering if he knew what Maggie had done, or if he could tell that her cuffs had returned. He gave no sign either way.
"What are we watching?" Laine asked.
"Brooklyn Nine-Nine," Maggie said.
Catria blinked and looked at the tv. "Wait, we are?"
"Yes, we are," Maggie said. "I knew you weren't paying attention."
"Mighta zoned out a li'l," Catria admitted.
"Oh, I think I heard of this one," Laine said. "It's got that guy from the music videos, and Terry Crews, right?"
"That's about it alright," Maggie said.
"Neat."
Catria waited to see if Laine was going to comment on her at all, but he didn't seem to be paying her any attention. She gradually relaxed again, and eventually settled into luxuriating in some naughty fun feels.
Handcuffed and chilling with her sibs. Nice.
****
"So you got her back in her handcuffs, I see," Laine said later on, once Cat had gone to bed.
"Yeah," said Maggie. "I had to. It was killing me seeing her like that. So sad. So distraught."
"I know what you mean. It was a bit pathetic though, don't you think? You'd think we killed her puppy or something."
Maggie gave her brother a light shove. "Don't be like that. It's important to her."
"But why? It doesn't make any sense."
"Ha. You know, you sound like a dad who doesn't understand his kid's hobby."
"Oh I do not! I...." Laine paused. "Ok, maybe a little. But it's not really a hobby. It's mostly just wandering around in her underwear acting helpless because her arms are chained together."
"And complaining about the way she dresses. Dad for sure."
Laine shoved Maggie back. "Oh shut up."
"Next thing you know you'll be telling stories about how back in your day you never--"
"Shut up!"
Laine half-tackled Maggie, and the two of them fell to the floor. Maggie was already in giggles as they landed. Laine wasn't far behind. Their wrestling devolved pretty quickly into them both rolling onto their backs and letting their laughter wear itself out.
"You're such a shit sometimes," Laine said.
"You too, bro. You too."
They both went quiet for a moment. Neither was quite ready to get back up. Sometimes, lying on the floor next to someone held its own special kind of magic.
"Do you think..." Laine began.
"What?"
"That, like, those dads who complain about what their daughters wear...."
"Yeah?"
"That maybe it's partly because they can't always help looking?"
Maggie groaned and sat up. She patted Laine's shoulder. "It's not easy being a boy sometimes. I know."
"I really don't think you do."
"Well... no. But I was trying to be sympathetic." Maggie stood, then extended a hand to help her brother up. "And to be fair, Cat is kind of a walking softcore bondage model some days."
"Right?"
"I'm kinda jealous of the way some of her panties hug her ass, if I'm being honest."
"Aw, don't be jealous. Yours is just as nice."
Laine patted Maggie's butt. She pushed his hand away, but not with any real vehemence.
"When were you checking mine out, exactly?" she asked with the beginning of a frown on her brow.
Laine sighed. "Cat's not the only one who wanders around in their panties from time to time. Don't act like it's my fault."
Maggie smiled sheepishly. "Oh yeah. I guess I do sometimes, don't I?" She shrugged. "Sometimes I almost forget you're a boy."
"Ouch."
"In a good way, though."
"I'm not sure there's a good way to take that."
"Trust me." Maggie kissed her brother's cheek. "There is."
"If you say so."
****
Catria awoke with an overly full bladder the next morning. In hindsight, having been cuffed earlier than she was used to the night before and not taking a bathroom break may not have been a super smart plan. Not that there had been a plan, really, but still.
Oh well. No problem. She'd just have to go wake Maggie up and get unlocked. She didn't like waking her sibs up, but sometimes it had to be done.
She padded down the hall and turned around to open her sister's door. Maggie was still sleeping, as expected for so early in the morning.
"Mags. Mags. Hey, Maggie. Wake up!"
"Hm?"
"Wake up. I need you to unlock me."
"Ughmph."
"Don't put your pillow over your head. I need you."
"I thought you always let Laine sleep in. How come I don't get that kind of treatment."
Catria bounced awkwardly from foot to foot. She felt her face heat slightly at admitting to her predicament. "'Cause I gotta pee."
"Oh. Well... ok then. But I don't have your key."
"What?!"
"I only went looking for your handcuffs yesterday. I didn't even think to grab the key. It must be wherever you left it."
"Oh."
"Sorry."
"That's ok. Sorry for waking you."
Catria returned to her room at a quicker pace than she'd left. She bumped her shoulder against the wall a couple times until she hit the light switch. She looked at the corner of her room where clothes and debris tended to get thrown when she just couldn't be arsed.
"Shit. Shit shit shit."
There was no way she was rummaging through there. Not only could she not rummage hardly at all with her hands behind her back, but the attempt would almost certainly lead to her pissing herself. She needed to go NOW.
The only thing she could think to try was to get Laine. Maggie had already been disturbed once and, more importantly from a pragmatic point of view, hadn't seemed at all inclined to help a sister in urinary distress. Laine had always been pretty soft in the mornings. Much more cooperative.
"Laine," Catria called as she burst into his room. Or, rather, stumbled into his room as she pushed his door open backward. "Laine get up. Laine!"
"What? What is it?"
"I don't know where my key is."
"So? You know I don't have it."
"Yeah, but... but...."
"But what? You've never minded being stuck in your cuffs before."
"Well...." Catria was even more fidgety now. She didn't have long. "I minded a bit when I really had to pee," she said quietly.
"When you... oh. Ohhh."
"Yeah. Please help?"
Laine swung his feet out of bed. He rubbed his eyes as he stood up. He was just in his boxers, as per usual, and Catria couldn't help noticing that he seemed partly erect. She had no idea why this morning of all mornings she'd notice morning wood. There were more important things at stake.
"Where's the key then?" he asked.
"Um... I kinda threw it in the corner of my room a little while ago."
"The messy corner?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. And how long do we have?"
"Not long."
"Ugh. Ok. Fine. You'll just have to go to the bathroom while I dig around for the key."
"Can't."
"You can't? Why not?"
"Can't pull my panties down. You'll...." Catria stopped and felt herself blushing hard. "You'll have to," she said in a smaller voice.
"Uh uh."
"Please. I don't want to piss myself."
"Just... just... ugh, come on."
They made their way to the bathroom. Catria was sure she was going to burst, but had managed to hold on so far.
In the back of her mind, in the naughtiest of the rearward recesses, a small part of her was getting quite excited at the humiliating depravity of her situation. Less than twenty-four hours since she was back in cuffs, and already she'd gotten herself in a more embarrassing predicament than ever before. That was quick work.
Sometimes, she really wished she didn't have that kinky, submissive calling inside her. Sure it was exciting, in a twisted, fucked up kind of way, but she was going to be beyond mortified if she actually wet herself in front of her brother.
Until that happened, however, the possibility was working its anxious sexual magic inside her.
"Can't you maybe just sit on the toilet and, like, do your thing?" Laine asked.
"Nooo," Catria whined. "It'll make a mess. And I'd be like a little kid, peeing my panties like that."
"Well I'm not helping you use the toilet. That's not really making you any less of a little kid."
She couldn't hold any longer. She could practically the feel the first trickles squirting out. "Please. I'm gonna burst."
Laine looked back and forth from her to the toilet, occasionally down to her crotch.
It was too late. Catria experienced a moment of blissful awareness. Whatever Laine decided it wouldn't be in time. She was going to pee herself right in front of him, all over herself and the floor. It was going to be terrible. And probably the subject matter of some extremely guilty play times later on.
Hell, she'd have to lock herself in her room for a few days out of shame. Might as well make some use of it.
Catria squeaked in a surprise and indignation as she was grabbed and very nearly thrown in the bathtub. She missed her footing and went down on her butt, luckily with Laine still supporting her so she landed gently.
She didn't have a chance to complain since her bladder had let go. A torrent of piss exploded from her and soaked her panties instantly, then splashed down her thighs and past her feet in its way to the drain. She spread her legs to try and mitigate the mess, but had limited success.
She looked up, shame-faced, searching for her brother's expression. He had his back turned, but there was no question he could hear the disaster unfold.
It was as helpless and humiliated as Catria could ever remember feeling. It was horrible, awful, just absolutely the worst.
Goddamn was she turned on though. Like, fuck, what the hell was that about?
If Catria could have reached her pussy, there was a pretty good chance she would have been rubbing it, even before she was finished peeing. Even with her brother standing right there. Perhaps especially because of those things, actually.
"I'm done," Catria said in the smallest, meekest voice she had.
Laine didn't move for a moment, then slowly turned. He looked down at her with an unreadable face.
Catria felt a burning both in her cheeks and pussy. She wanted to run and hide forever, and she wanted to stay and let him examine her disgrace. She was a mess inside and out.
"Sorry," Laine said. "It's all I could think of."
"It's not your fault. It's mine. I was stupid. Didn't think."
"It's not... shit, I don't know what it is." Laine rubbed his face. "I need to go find your key."
"Wait!"
Laine had already turned away, but he stopped. "What?"
"Don't leave me like this."
He turned back around. "What am I supposed to do? I can't really get you back out of the tub until you clean off a bit. I mean, I could, but the floor...."
Catria bit her lip. She didn't want him to go. Couldn't let him. Not only was her sex drive working against her need to hide, but she really just couldn't bear to sit and wait in a puddle of her own making. Conflicting needs arrived at the same idea; don't let Laine leave.
"Rinse me off," she heard herself say.
"Um...."
"Please?"
"That's not a great idea."
Catria looked at Laine with big, sad eyes. "Please?" she said again, even more piteously this time.
"Argh, fine." He jabbed a finger at her. "But no one is ever to know about this."
She looked down at herself. "You think I was gonna tell anyone?"
"Yeah that's... that's a fair point."
Laine took the detachable shower head and pointed it away from Catria while the water warmed. Then, carefully, not quite looking at her, he traced the spray up her legs to her thighs.
Catria sat patiently with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. He was getting nearer to her naughty zones, and she hadn't really thought through what was going to happen at that point.
"Hey!" she said.
"What?"
"You're getting my top all wet. I don't need cleaned there."
Laine sighed. "Well what would you like me to do about that, exactly?"
"Watch what you're doing."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because... because your panties... are all... wet."
Catria considered the point. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"Well... I mean, can't you look anyway? Or is it too gross?"
"That's really not the issue."
Laine took a deep breath, then fixed his eyes on Catria's sodden panties. His aim with the shower head was much better now that he was watching what he was doing.
The good news for Catria was that there was no way her brother could possibly tell how wet she was getting from horniness. Her panties were a disaster already, which at least hid her arousal. That was about the only small mercy she got.
Her panties were super clingy from being soaked, as well as semi-transparent. She wasn't certain how much Laine could see, but her modesty was certainly not being preserved.
Laine's last statement flitted through her mind as she 'suffered' through her cleaning. She thought she knew what it meant, but that might just have been wishful thinking. Either way, the longer he stared at her barely-covered pussy, the wilder her imagination ran.
It didn't help the way the shower spray kept washing over her pussy. Even if she'd wanted to behave, those sensations were impossible to ignore.
"Ok, let's get you stood up now," Laine said.
Catria nodded and did her best to support herself as she was lifted and set back on her feet. She was more than a little wobbly, and the continued attention and water pressure prevented her from pulling herself together.
It was like being in a dream. A horrible, magnificently erotic dream. Nothing seemed quite real, and she felt like if she just closed her eyes it would all vanish and she'd wake up in her bed. Her eyes, however, remained wide open.
"Turn around," Laine said. "Let me get your butt."
"Ok," Catria replied faintly.
It was a little easier to focus and get a grip on herself with her back turned. She wasn't able to watch her brother staring at her naughty bits, and her clit was no longer getting randomly teased by jets of water. She assumed he was getting a pretty decent look at her ass, though.
Finally, thankfully, she was rinsed more or less clean. Laine helped her out of the tub, then grabbed a towel and gently patted down her lower half. He had to kneel down to get her feet, ankles and calves. She was acutely aware of his face being even closer to her wet, clingy panties than before.
Also, once he didn't have a tub or a crouched over body in the way, Catria saw something else very intriguing.
"You're really hard," she said.
Laine flushed and didn't look at her as he finished patting her hips dry. He opened his mouth, then shut it again and gave his head a small, firm shake.
He couldn't very well protest innocence. His boxers were the only piece of clothing he had on, and they didn't do much to hide his full, prominent erection. Nor was there any disguising who had turned him on.
Catria had no idea how to feel about arousing her brother like that, but she was beyond even attempting to process the ramifications. She was mostly just glad not to be the only one inappropriately turned on. And, perhaps, just a little turned on herself by it.
Goddamn was she horny.
"Like, really, really hard," she said as though Laine hadn't heard her the first time.
"Yes, thanks," he said a little sharply. "I am aware, actually."
He guided her to sit down on the edge of the tub, then left.
Catria sat in stunned silence while she waited for her brother's return. Her mind remained a jumble of swirling images, thoughts, and emotions. And her body....
Her body simply ached for more. The shower head running over her pussy had provided brief moments of relief, but nothing substantial enough to satiate her hunger. She wondered what Laine would do if she just started grinding on him when her returned.
Not that she would or anything. She'd never go that far. Probably. He was her brother. He'd put up with her so far, even been turned on, but that wasn't something that should have happened.
Laine came back wearing jeans, though still shirtless. Catria felt an odd disappointment at no longer being able to see the clear outline of his erection. Though, when she looked closely, she could still tell that he hadn't gone totally soft yet.
"Seriously," he said as he unlocked her. "No one else hears about this. Any of it."
"Are you really that embarrassed getting hard 'cause of me?"
"Well... yeah."
"Oh."
"You're my sister, Cat."
"I know."
"My little sister."
"Right."
"You know damn well I shouldn't be getting... like that... about you."
"Yeah. I guess." Catria rubbed her wrists. They'd received an extra long session, and were just a bit sore. "I don't mind," she said. "It's only fair, really."
"I'd be happier if you were mad about it."
Catria risked a small smile. "Guess you're out of luck then."
"Guess so." Laine's gaze wandered down her body. He caught himself and jerked his head back up. "Anyway... I'll, uh, leave you alone then. So you can get dressed. And... whatever."
"Ok. Thanks, Laine."
"Uh... sure. Yeah. You're welcome. I guess."
Catria stared after him a moment after he was gone. Then, unable to hold back any longer, she stripped off her damp clothes and got the shower running again.
With a head full of sexy, humiliating memories and fantasies, she pressed the shower head to her pussy and brought herself to a much-needed series of orgasms.
****
Laine had a weird day. That wasn't terribly surprising given the way it had started. Seeing Cat with her soaked panties, so needy and helpless... it was so far beyond what he could easily handle.
All those times she'd wandered around half-naked paled in comparison to basically seeing everything thanks to wet, clingy undergarments. It almost would have been less titillating if she'd been naked.
And the look in her eyes, the pathetic whine in her voice when he'd almost left her sitting in her own mess, goddamn. It was terrible of him to think that way. He knew that, he just couldn't help himself.
He'd been turned on. There was no denying it. Cat had even seen it. She'd acted surprised that he'd get hard. Like he'd had any kind of choice. Like she hadn't been totally sexy and vulnerable and capable of making even her brother want to take advantage of her.
At least he hadn't done anything stupid. That was something. He couldn't help his cock's reaction, or having to look at barely concealed pussy and ass, but he hadn't touched her inappropriately or anything. He'd only done what he'd been forced to by circumstance.
He was still an awful goddamn brother. Fuck.
Laine skipped supper with his sisters that evening, and basically grounded himself in his room. Maggie, perhaps sensing part of what was wrong, hadn't pressed him and had simply brought him a warmed up plate of food later on. He appreciated her thoughtfulness, even though he half-wished she would have pressed him about what had happened just so he'd have an excuse to release his internal guilt.
But he shouldn't, couldn't tell her. Both for his sake and Cat's. Neither of them came off particularly well in the story. She'd pissed herself and had to be cleaned up by her brother, and he'd... he'd cleaned her. Far too much of her, really.
Perhaps inevitably, Laine started stroking his cock while thinking about it. Trying to repress his arousal only went so far, and only made his need for eventual release grow. He'd just jerk off, get it out of his system, and it'd be done.
He stripped down entirely naked and lay back on his bed, tissues within reach. He jerked his cock slowly while bringing back the image of his sister's tight little ass covered only by clingy, nearly transparent panties.
Cat had such an amazing butt. Her pussy had more of a forbidden appeal, but he'd definitely been more interested in her backside when she'd turned around for him. It didn't hurt that he'd been more free to stare since she had her back turned at the time.
Laine's strokes became faster as he reimagined the scene. He could have pulled her panties down and there would have been nothing she could do about it. In fact, he had a suspicion she wouldn't have stopped him even if she could have. Those handcuffs did funny things to her.
He could have grabbed her bare butt cheeks, held them, squeezed them, spread them apart to get a better look at her little butthole. He'd only been able to get obscured, shadowy peeks at it while washing her. Those tantalizing glimpses made him all the more interested in seeing the whole picture.
Then what? Did he actually want to play with Cat's asshole? The answer came in a thrilling shudder down his spine. Yes, he did want to play with her ass. He wanted to dive right in and lick her tight little hole until it was slick and shiny, then stand up and grind on her butt, then--
Laine's rhythm was thrown all to hell by a soft, uneven knock at his bedroom door. He let go of his cock in a panic, guilty and fearful that one of his sisters knew what he was doing and, more importantly, what he was thinking about while doing it.
"Just a second!" he called.
But the door was already opening. In typical Cat fashion, his younger sister hadn't waited for an answer. She stepped in backward, holding the doorknob in her cuffed hands. She hesitated as Laine hastily threw his blanket over his lap, but she'd already seen what he was up to.
"Oh," she said, her eyes still fixed on his lap. "Sorry."
"Dammit, Cat. Wait after knocking. That's the whole point."
"I said sorry."
She didn't look particularly apologetic. Mostly she looked curious, and maybe a little horny. There was definitely a hint of lust in the way her gaze locked onto where his cock had been bared a moment ago.