After another hour’s drive, they got to the motel. It was right on the lakefront at Watuga Lake, and the amusement park was just a short walk away. Andy commented that they’d been lucky to get reservations on this weekend. “Not the world’s greatest motel,” he said. “But it does simplify things. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m ready for a shot at the pool, and a spell in the hot tub.”

“Works for me,” Dave agreed.

“I guess,” Sharon said. “Are you going to take these handcuffs off me, now?”

“Oh, we could if we had to,” Helena said. “But there’s no need, and there’s another interesting lesson to be learned.”

“Why don’t you leave them on?” Dave smiled. “It’s been fun watching you. I think you’ll look really sexy in your bikini and handcuffs.”

“Of course you’d think that,” Sharon snorted. “But how am I supposed to get my top and my bra off with these on? Helena, you’ve got on a halter top, so no big deal.”

“Oh, there’s a little trick,” her sister replied. “I’m probably going to wear a tank top dress tomorrow, but it’s no big deal.”

“I don’t know,” Sharon sighed. “This is weird.”

“Like I said, no big deal,” Helena grinned. “Let’s let Andy and Dave check in, and then I’ll come over and show you.”

A few minutes later, Sharon and Dave carried their bags into their room, right on the end of the motel; Helena and Andy were in the adjoining room. Helena was right behind them. “Dave, I’d be a little embarrassed in helping Sharon get undressed while you’re watching. Why don’t you go outside for a moment while I show Sharon this trick,” she suggested. “Then she can show you later.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Dave said, wondering what was coming off – besides Sharon’s top and bra – as he headed out the door.

“You know, this is pretty weird,” Sharon told Helena as he headed out. “Wearing handcuffs all weekend doesn’t embarrass you, but having Dave watch while you undress me does. Helena, I never figured you’d do something like this, much less get the obvious charge out of it that you do.”

“Oh, there’s more,” Helena said. “Believe me, it’s a real thrill the first time you make out in handcuffs. The hundred and first, too.”

“You’re kidding!” Sharon said in amazement. “Helena, how did you get hooked on that?”

“Long story,” her sister smiled. “Kind of a fun one, if a little unbelievable in places, but let’s not get into that now, or it’ll take all night. Can you peel your top up over your arms?”

“Sure,” Sharon conceded, but didn’t let go of her amazement. “Helena, you’ve been shocking me all evening. I can’t really believe you’re doing this, let alone enjoying it!”

“Well, there was a time I never thought it would happen,” Helena smiled. “Like I said, there’s more to it than what you’ve seen so far, but I was surprised to discover that I really did like it. Tell me the truth, sis, aren’t you sort of enjoying this, too?”

“Well, yeah,” Sharon grinned as she got her top down on her arms. “I never thought I could stand to wear handcuffs for five minutes, but it’s been what, three hours now? And yeah, it has been kind of fun. Now how do I get this off?”

“Simple,” Helena grinned. “You see the straps for your top are on the insides of your wrists? Slide the strap up under your wrist, take it around your hand, and pull it back through the other side. Once you learn how to do it, it’s not a lot slower than doing it the usual way. Your bra comes off the same way. It’s a little easier if you unhook it, but that’s hard to do wearing handcuffs.”

Sharon tried it. “OK, that is easy,” she smiled. “A bikini top should be easy to put on.”

“You’ve got it,” her sister smiled. “Look, like I said, if you feel threatened or panicked, feel free to take the handcuffs off. But, as long as you’re having fun and learning something, we’ll leave them on.”

“I can, I guess,” Sharon sighed as she pulled her bra over her breasts and began to squirm it up over her shoulders. “The big reason I keep doing this is that I want to see why you like doing it so much. It’s something I’d never have thought of you.”

“Like I said,” Helena agreed. “I never quite expected it, either. But the surprise is that I do like it.” She cocked her head and shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you like it, too, given a fair chance.”

“I’m trying,” Sharon sighed.

Outside, Andy noticed Dave waiting. “Hey, Dave,” he called. “I wanted to have a word with you, just the two of us. You smoke?”

“Once in a while,” Dave agreed.

“I do on occasion, too,” Andy said. “Let’s head over to that lounge chair and have a weed.”

Andy pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket – they must have been in the car, Dave thought, they hadn’t been there before – and handed him one, along with the lighter. Dave got the cigarette going, and said, “Thanks. I wasn’t anywhere near expecting what happened, but it’s been fun.”

“You’re liking it?” Andy grinned.

“Well, yeah,” Dave said. “Like I said, it’s been fun. I’m just wondering if I can get her to do it again.”

“Might be,” Andy smiled, and said seriously. “Look, a word to the wise from one who’s been there. As long as you can keep it fun and exciting for her, she’ll be ready for more. If she’s bored or angry or hurt, it won’t be fun, and you’ll have a hell of a time getting her to do it. That means you’re going to have to bust your ass to keep it fun, if you get my drift.”

“Well, yeah,” Dave agreed. “It is pretty obvious.”

“She’s going to have some difficulties while she’s wearing handcuffs,” Andy continued. “Like that bit with the trays. You’re just going to have to help her out without her asking. They are limiting, so we have to accommodate them. As long as we can please them, they’ll please us. Once in a while, something will come up that’s fairly gross that they can’t handle. For instance, it’s hard for them to wipe their butts like that. Helena can get the Soliels behind her, but she’s kind of narrow through the hips and is pretty flexible at the waist. I don’t know if Sharon can do it.”

“That’s only if she wears them all night,” Dave conceded.

“Would you like her to?” Andy grinned. “I think she’s ready to, especially if we up the ante a little.”

“I’d like that,” Dave grinned. “I mean, it would be a lot of fun. She’s turning me on seriously with those things, and I think when she stops to think about it, she’ll be turned on, too.”

“That’s how it works,” Andy grinned.

“So how are we going to get her to wear them all night?”

“Should be pretty easy,” Andy grinned. “We’ve done well with Helena taking point so far, let’s just support her.”

Dave shook his head. “You know, this is pretty weird, when you get right down to it. I mean, I wasn’t expecting it of Helena or you, not from what little I’ve seen of you before.”

“Yeah, when Helena first dumped it on me, I thought it was pretty weird, too,” Andy agreed. “And believe me, you’re getting the easy introduction, compared to the way she dumped it on me.” He let out a sigh. “But that’s a long story, and you wouldn’t believe parts of it, right now, anyway. I still don’t quite believe it all myself, but I lived through it and it’s still going on, so it must have happened. Let’s just say that I was pretty surprised to find out that I liked having Helena in handcuffs, myself.”

“That’s got to be some story,” Dave said.

“Yeah, it is,” Andy said. “But not for now. The situation is really different. I’ll fill you in when the time is right.”

“OK, Dave,” they heard Helena’s voice. “You can go in, now. Andy, let’s get changed, then I’m ready for some pool time.”

“Me, too,” Andy agreed, tossing the half-smoked cigarette out onto the grass. “Dave, we’ll meet you two out at the pool. I’ll tip Helena off that you’re in on the game.”

“Fine with me,” Dave smiled, imagining a scene a couple hours in the future. If Sharon took to this… well, it could make things interesting, even if it was only once in a while. “See you in a minute,” he added as he got up and headed for the motel room.

He went inside, to discover Sharon just pulling on her bikini bottom, and still wearing the handcuffs, of course. It was the first chance they’d had to be alone together for a moment since this whole mad scene started. “I’m waiting,” he grinned, taking in the sight of her in bikini and handcuffs.

“Waiting for what?” Sharon snorted.

“For you to complain about how square and straight and shy your sister and her husband are,” he grinned.

“Honest to God, I don’t get it,” Sharon shook her head. “The only thing that I can think of is that they’re doing a real job of putting us both on. Except I can’t quite make myself believe it. Let’s face it, this isn’t the first time she’s worn handcuffs. Not even the first time in public, to hear them talk about it.”

“She does act like she’s pretty used to it,” Dave said, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his pants.

Sharon shook her head. “The worst part about it is that if they’re not putting us on big time… well, I guess that makes me the straight arrow sister.”

“There were a couple hints there,” Dave nodded. “Sort of makes you wonder.”

“Yeah, it does,” she sighed. “I mean, if this is the part we’re seeing, what about the part we don’t? My God, if the situation were reversed, I can’t imagine being that blasé about it to my sister. That’s what makes me think it’s a put-on. After all, I know the story about the Halloween party is more or less true. I mean, I saw pictures of Helena and Acacia in handcuffs, with Wade holding their leashes. God, they both looked gorgeous, but it was so freaking strange! And now this!”

“I guess the only way to find out is to keep on keeping on,” Dave said thoughtfully. “I mean, if it’s a put-on, it ought to crack sooner or later.”

“And if it isn’t?” Sharon frowned.

“I don’t know,” Dave said. “I think maybe we’re being tested, a little. If it’s real, and we freak out, we’re not likely to find out more. If we just stay loose, we might get a little closer to the bottom of this.”

“I suppose,” she sighed. “But I guess that means I have to keep wearing these for a while.”

“If you don’t mind,” he grinned. “After all, I think they make you look incredibly sexy. I’m just about ready to rip that bikini off you and take advantage of you.”

“I’m about ready to have you do it,” she laughed, “but I guess we better not, at least not right now. If I didn’t think they were setting us up for something, I might feel different, but I don’t want to let on to them how horny I feel right now.”

“Maybe later,” Dave grinned as he pulled on his swimsuit. “I can hardly wait myself, but I’m sort of waiting for whatever happens next.”

“Yeah, me too,” she admitted. “Well, I suppose we better get out there and find out.”

There were a couple minutes more of getting ready before they headed out the door to the pool. At that, they made it first; they settled down on a couple of chairs at a poolside table to wait for Andy and Helena. It was getting late, now, and the sun was starting to set. The pool had been busier earlier, but now was getting fairly quiet as people began to pick up and head in. “I thought you brought your string bikini,” Dave observed.

Sharon shook her head. “I figured I’d better not be too blatant,” she sighed. “After all, it wouldn’t do to show up my straight sister. Maybe later I can put it on and you can take it off me.”

Dave shook his head. “Not the same thing,” he sighed.

“I know,” she shook her head. “But, well, you know. There are limits. No point in over daring it.”

“Gosh, you two were quick,” they heard Andy say as he crossed the driveway, with Helena next to him. At the sound of his voice Sharon and Dave stole a glance at the two – but the glance turned into a stare when they saw that Helena was wearing a really tiny and daring black string bikini – even the one Sharon left at home was conservative in comparison.

“Didn’t know how long you were going to be,” Sharon said, as casually as she could manage, which wasn’t very casual. Helena had just done it to her again!

“Well, I’m ready for the pool,” Helena said. “All day at work, then that long car ride. Even though it’s getting late, I need the refreshment.”

“Yeah, I’m ready, too,” Dave said, shaking his head and trying not to show it. The black of Helena’s bikini was such a contrast to her light skin that it really made clear how little there was there – not much at all. Hooooleeey shit! A dunk in the pool would be refreshing – and it might also cool him off, in more ways than one!

“Hey, Sharon,” Helena said. “If you’re just going to play around in the shallow end with you handcuffs on, that’s one thing, but actual swimming is a little difficult. I get along OK with a sort of modified breaststroke, but it takes a little practice.” She obviously took in Sharon staring at her, because she followed with, “You like breast strokes, don’t you?”

Coming from Helena, the double meaning of that was a serious blusher. There was no way around it, and she couldn’t think of a neutral reply. Sharon could feel herself turning red as she said, as nonchalantly as possible, “They’re among my favorites.”

“I thought so,” Helena smiled. “If you want, I can show you how. I mean, the swimming part.”

Sharon stole a glance at Dave, who was visibly grimacing in a struggle not to laugh. She shot him an evil glance, warning him that he’d better not say anything – or he wouldn’t get to do any breast stroking that night… “I suppose,” she sighed, and started to get up as Helena headed toward the pool – then her eyes got big and her jaw dropped at the sight of her sister’s backside. That wasn’t just a string bikini, but a thong bikini! There wasn’t much bikini showing at all, and lots of backside by comparison.

Dave saw it too, and said in a whisper that she could just barely hear, “We just found out who the straight sister is.”

“Don’t get any big ideas,” she whispered back. “Like I said, there are limits.”

The swim was refreshing. As Helena had warned, swimming in handcuffs was a little strange, but once Sharon got the hang on the modified stroke, she could at least get around in the pool comfortably, and they didn’t slow down the diving at all. After a while they began to cool down some and moved over to the hot tub. Soon, it was down to just the four of them.

“Now that the kids are gone,” Andy said, “Would anyone care for a drink?”

“I’d love something,” Helena said. “You did bring the case, didn’t you, Andy?”

“Of course,” Andy smiled. “I’ll run over and get it.”

“Helena, I didn’t know you drank, too,” Sharon frowned.

“Oh, a little,” Helena smiled. “I’m afraid I’m not a teetotaler anymore. Wade and Acacia taught me just how civilized a little wine is from time to time, and then we had to civilize Andy. We’ve both come to appreciate a little good wine.”

“I brought several bottles,” Andy said. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m in the mood for a little Sylvaner right now.”

“It sounds wonderful, my hero,” Helena grinned.

“No doubt it would, my love,” he replied. “Is that all right with the two of you?”

“OK, I guess,” Sharon said. “I’ve never been much on wine. Well, a little Boone’s Farm now and then, but I guess I can give it a try.”

“I’ll go get it,” Andy said, getting up.

“My hero,” Helena said. “Would you be so kind as to bring my small carry-on from the back seat when you come?”

He was back in a couple minutes, carrying the small bag, and a wicker case, which had been in the front foot well in the Buick, next to an air conditioner vent. He set both on the table, and opened the wicker case, which proved to be a carrier for four long-stemmed wine glasses, and a couple bottles of wine. He took one of the bottles out and poured a glass for everyone. “This is a good wine for just sitting around and talking,” he said. “I don’t think it goes well with meals, though, but that’s just my opinion. I find it just a little too sweet.”

“You’ve got to know more about it than I know,” Dave said. “I’m mostly a beer drinker.”

“You know, I always thought beer went well with pizza,” Andy replied, “But that was before Helena taught me that a little Italian red goes even better.”

“It’s not easy to find a pizza place that serves wine,” Helena said. “The barbarians. We’ll have to show you some time, though.”

“Yeah, there’s this place not far from home that does,” Andy said. “I’ve had better pizza, though. Still, someday we’re bound to find a pizza joint that knows wine.”

“I suppose,” Helena sighed. “Sharon, you act like you’re getting used to wearing handcuffs.”

“Yeah,” Sharon smiled, holding her glass of wine in one hand. She’d had them on for several hours now, and while it wasn’t second nature by any means, it no longer seemed quite as strange.

“You know,” Andy said. “We probably shouldn’t have had you swimming with those on. Those really are a pretty cheap pair of handcuffs. The first chance I get, I’ll need to dry them thoroughly and oil them or they could seize up.”

“Just so they don’t seize up on my wrists,” Sharon grinned.

“They are pretty cheap,” Helena frowned. “That’s one thing I don’t have to worry about with these. They’re stainless steel, they’ll stand up to anything. Sharon, you’ve been wearing those for a while. Are your wrists a little sore, maybe?”

“Just a little,” Sharon said. “I mean, the metal is kind of thin, and when I pull on one side, I’m starting to feel it on both sides.”

“I was afraid of that,” Helena said. “That’s the nice thing about my Soliels. They’re thick enough that you don’t get that thin metal biting at you. But then, they were designed for long-term wear, not just something for cops to get a suspect down to the station.”

“Long term?” Sharon frowned. “Just how long do you mean by ‘long term?’”

“Pretty long,” Helena said. “I had a professor in college who met a woman once who had been wearing hers for six years straight. That woman told her of someone she knew that had been wearing hers for ten years, and was still going strong.”

“Ten years?” Sharon said. “How in hell?”

“Because she wants to, I guess,” Helena replied. “I’d like to know more about it myself. I can’t imagine wearing handcuffs for ten years straight, but I can see how you could do it with Soliels.”

“Yeah, they are a little more serious,” Sharon commented.

“They’re really quite comfortable, especially in comparison to those Chinese things you have on. Would you like to try these on and see what I’m talking about?”

“Maybe sometime,” Sharon said, just a little uneasy. “After all, you’d have to take them off, and there goes your wearing them all weekend.”

“Oh, no big deal,” Andy grinned. “You never know when another set of handcuffs will come in handy, so to speak.”

“Andy, I don’t know about you sometimes,” Helena grinned, reaching into the duffel bag. “I thought this might come up, so I brought a pair of my old Hiatts. They’re not Soliels, but I can wear them for a while. I did often enough before I got the Soliels, and still do now and then.” She held out her hands to her husband. “My hero, would you be so kind?”

“Of course, my love,” he grinned. It was only a matter of a couple minutes before he had the Hiatts on Helena’s wrists, and the Soliels sitting on the table. “Dave,” he said. “Just to be proper and gentlemanly about it, you really should be the one to put the Soliels on Sharon.”

“Yeah, I think so,” he grinned, picking them up. “Hey, this is interesting,” he commented. “What’s that liner? Leather?”

“Neoprene,” Helena replied. “It doesn’t feel as grubby as leather when it gets wet, or so I’m told, anyway. I was just going to get plain old steel, but they were out of stock. Now, I’m just as glad I got the liners. It makes them so much more comfortable.”

“I can see,” he said. “Sharon, hold out your hands.”

The Soliels were obviously a much more serious handcuff than the toys that Sharon had on. What was worse, they really did lock, not just look like they did. But, under the circumstances, there was no easy way out. She held out her hands, not without a little trepidation, and saw and felt Dave close one side of the handcuffs around her wrists.

“Don’t get it too tight,” Andy warned. “Snug is OK, a little less than snug is better, especially if she’s going to be changing clothes.”

“Yeah, I figured that,” Dave said, closing one side of the handcuffs a little tighter. “You lock it into place, right?”

“Right, that keeps it from closing even tighter, and maybe hurting her,” Andy said. “If you ever go looking for handcuffs, even play ones, make sure they double lock like that.”

“Good point,” Dave agreed. “OK, Sharon, now your other wrist.” In a moment, it was closed, too, and Dave turned the key to keep it that way. He took the key out of the handcuffs, and tossed it out on the table, then grabbed his wine glass. “How does that feel?” he asked.

“Wow, these are heavy,” Sharon said.

“They’re stainless steel, what did you expect?” Helena said. “They’re fifteen ounces.”

“I was kind of thinking about getting her some Clejuso heavies sometime,” Andy commented. “They weigh three pounds. Wear those for a while, it’d build up your arms.”

“They just look like they’d be heavy, and not all that comfortable on the wrists,” Helena countered. “I’ll just stick with the Soliels. I don’t think I’d like the Clejusos nearly as well.”

“What works, works,” Andy said. “As always, my love, I shall defer to your opinion.”

“Even at fifteen ounces or whatever you said,” Sharon said. “You really know you’ve got something on your wrists with these on.”

“That’s true,” Helena said. “You do really feel secure in those. You know they’re not coming off easily.”

“Yeah,” Sharon admitted. ‘Secure’ wasn’t exactly the word she would have used. ‘Serious,’ maybe. No, this wasn’t like the trick handcuffs at all. More comfortable on her wrists, yes… but there was no taking them off if she wanted to. They were on until someone unlocked them, no matter what.

“They’ve got a considerably more advanced lock than, say, the Hiatts. There’s no picking that lock, not without being a locksmith, anyway.”

“Yeah,” Sharon said. “I think that’s what’s getting to me a little. Those other handcuffs, I knew I could take off whenever I wanted to. These, well, no way.”

“That’s something you have to accept and get on with the program,” Helena smiled.

“Yeah,” Sharon frowned, “but it’s making me really uncomfortable.”

“Now, we’re getting near the point of this exercise,” Andy said. “Yes, you’re not supposed to be able to get them off. That’s why they lock. Yes, you’re supposed to feel restrained and restricted. Otherwise, why bother with them in the first place? Sharon, do you honestly think that if you felt threatened or panicked, and said, ‘I want these off me now!’ that any one of the three of us wouldn’t bust our asses to get them off you?”

“Well, no,” she said sheepishly. “I mean, I have to trust you.”

“My point exactly,” Andy said. “See, you still can take them off, unlike if you really had been arrested. It’s actually the same thing as the trick handcuffs, the exact same thing. Now, do you think that if it was just you and Dave, that he wouldn’t take them off you if you really had to have them off? Think carefully about that, Sharon. It’s a hell of a lot bigger question than it seems on the surface, because it involves love and trust and things like that. Because of that, I really don’t want an answer until you’ve had a chance to think about it.”

“But…” Sharon frowned. She knew Andy was usually pretty lighthearted, even though she didn’t know him that well, but she knew he also had a deeply serious side to him, too. “I guess it would be all right,” she replied tentatively. “I mean, once I got used to it.”

“Yeah,” Andy said. “But do you really know for sure, deep down in your heart? I’ll give you a hint. Helena likes to wear handcuffs, sure – but only if I’m the one that puts them on her, or at least she puts them on with my assent. That didn’t come easily. We went through a long time when she would only let me put the trick handcuffs on her. The first day she let me put real handcuffs on her was one of the high points of my life, and I’m not fooling. Now, I’ve worn handcuffs. Not a lot, but several times, including those Soliels. Yes, for handcuffs, they’re very comfortable to wear, and I wore them for over a day. I don’t particularly like wearing them. Helena knows that. I will wear them if she asks me to. She almost never does. In fact, the only reason I wore the Soliels that long was that I wanted to see what it felt like, just like you do now. She put them on me, and I had no doubt she would take them off. You still with me?”

“I think so,” Sharon said.

“Good,” Andy said, taking a sip of his wine. “Now, Dave, Sharon, it pleases both Helena and me for her to wear handcuffs, or do some of the other things we do, which we don’t need to get into right now. Helena can be a hard woman to please, but I try to do my best. She enjoys the feeling of trust she gets to know that we can do those things, but that I’ll never knowingly exceed a limit where she won’t be comfortable. If I were to push that limit, and I have done so, she would warn me, and I would understand her warning. All she ever has to do is say, ‘Quit it and let me loose’, and I’ll comply instantly. If I were to fail to do so, it would ruin that trust, and it would ruin something we both enjoy, and would run a good chance of ruining our marriage, as well. She did not give me that trust lightly, and I do not take it lightly. I have to continually prove to her that I’m worthy of that trust. It’s not simple, and it’s not easy. But I’ve found it to be worth it in a lot of ways.”

“Sure,” Helena agreed. “I mean, I know I like to wear handcuffs for Andy, but only because I know that he’d take them off if I asked. He’s never made me have to ask.”

“Well, I guess,” Sharon said. “I guess it’s something you have to get used to.”

“That’s true,” Helena said. “I’ll admit, the Soliels are more intimidating.” She smiled enigmatically, and continued, “Tell you what. I’ll let you wear those tonight, and tomorrow we’ll switch them for the Hiatts. I’ll bet you’ll feel a lot less intimidated, even though you’ll be just as handcuffed.”

“You mean… all night?” Sharon said, the shock evident.

“Why not?” Helena grinned. “Dave, wouldn’t you like her to?”

“I’d love it,” he grinned. “I think she’d love it, too.”

Sharon frowned. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Dave shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

“You’re kinky,” she charged, then continued uncertainly, “All right, I’ll give it a fair try.”

“And on that note,” Helena grinned. “Maybe we’d better finish up our wine and turn in. There’s something to say about sitting up and shooting the bull all night, but there’s something to be said about going to bed before you’re too tired to enjoy it, too.”

Actually, they did sit around talking until they killed the bottle of Sylvaner. It was just enough to get them a little loose, and after a while Sharon didn’t think about being handcuffed as much. Yes, she was getting used to it – but the really strange part was that Helena had all but said that she and Andy expected to get some serious bed time in before going to sleep, and that both she and Dave had pretty well admitted it, as well.

“I don’t get it,” she whispered to Dave as they crawled into bed, but before the action got under way. “This is my straight big sister, in the hot thong bikini and the handcuffs? Kinky? It’s pretty hard to believe!”

“Obviously not the only kinky one in the family,” Dave grinned as he pulled her toward him.

“Well, considering who’s wearing handcuffs,” she snorted. “Jeez, I never expected this weekend to turn out like this, and it’s only getting started.”

“Well, since we’re being kinky,” Dave said. “You want to go an extra step?”

“What do you have in mind?” she asked.

“Well, I figure the point of wearing the handcuffs is to make you feel helpless, just having to be there and take the pleasure I dish out, right?”

“Well, yeah, I guess,” she replied dubiously.

“OK,” he said, getting up. He went to the suitcase, pulled out his robe, and took the belt out of it. With that, he came back over to the bed, and rolled it out from the wall. “Yep,” he said. “Just like the foot.”

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” he said. “Put your arms above your head.” Half expecting what was coming, she did so, although still a little uncertain. She could feel Dave fiddling with the chain of the handcuffs, although she couldn’t see – and in a moment, she couldn’t move her hands down, either – he’d tied one end of the belt to the chain, and the other to one of the bed supports. “Now, you’re really helpless,” he grinned.

“Dave, I don’t know about this,” she protested.

“Well, let’s find out,” he said, getting up, and climbing on top of the bed. He spread his legs, and straddled her hips. “If it doesn’t work, I can turn you loose.”

“Yeah,” she said, “but I can’t get out of the handcuffs. Andy has the key over there.”

“We could go get it if we had to,” Dave grinned. “But I’ll bet we don’t have to. God, those ribs look ticklish!”

“Oh God, no,” she pleaded, keeping her voice down. “The walls here are like paper. They’d hear me screaming bloody murder.”

“Well, maybe we’ll keep it for some other time,” he said, putting his hands on her breasts. “I’ll tie you down and tickle you to my heart’s content. I’ll bet you’ll like it, too.”

“Fat chance,” she snorted. “I’ll scream so loud I’ll break your eardrums.”

“But you’d enjoy the screaming, and then I couldn’t hear you tell me to stop,” he said. “But like you said, maybe we’d better give it a pass tonight. Besides, after that wisecrack Helena made, I figured I better work on my breast stroke.”

“God,” she sighed quietly. “I about shit when she said that! I never expected that out of my straight little sister.” She shook her head, feeling his hands on her breasts, and enjoying the feeling. “I guess my not so straight little sister.”

Knowing the walls were thin, they tried to keep quiet. It was hard, but they were soon getting into it. After a while, Dave bent forward and planted a big kiss on her, one that went on and on. They were so wrapped up in it that they only slowly became aware of a faint squeaking noise. “God, the walls really are thin,” she whispered. “They’re getting it on.”

“Downright inspirational,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said. “I can stand some of that.”

“Then I’ll give you some,” he said, swinging off of her and giving her the chance to spread her legs.

As always, it was wonderful to feel him enter her. She’d had several lovers, most of them not real good, and no one anywhere as good and dedicated as Dave. It went on for quite a while, at least trying to be silent, although there were some squeaking springs on their side of the wall, as well, although they didn’t care about it much.

After some time, very sweaty and tired, with a few moans that they would have liked to have made louder except for the thin walls, the world exploded for both of them in sounds of lust. They lay panting, with Dave lying beside her, exploring her body with his free hand while hers were still tied to the bed. “God, that was good,” she said. “Thank you, Dave.”

“I’ve wanted that all day,” he said, half exhausted.

Only slowly did they become aware of the world around them – and of the faint squeaking noises coming from the far side of the wall. “My God, are they still at it?” she whispered.

“Sounds like it to me,” Dave grinned. “Maybe they took a break while we were going to it.”

“God, my horny, kinky sister,” she said in awe. “Who would have thought?”

“Not you, from the way you were talking this afternoon,” he replied.

They lay there listening for quite a while, just letting Dave feel her up pretty good while they kissed. The noise went on and on, and after a while it started to get to them. “Jeez, they’re doing some serious getting it on,” she said finally. “Between you and them, it’s making me really horny all over again.”

“Well, if that’s the way you feel,” he grinned.

“Right, let’s go for it,” she smiled.

“All right,” he said, getting up and kneeling between her legs again. She felt him reach down under her legs, and lift them up. She knew what that meant, and she helped him rest her legs on his shoulders, then he bent forward, crushing her legs back against her chest. This was a position they’d done on occasion, and it was something special, for he could thrust very deeply within her, and the long, deep strokes were sheer ecstasy. Since they’d just finished a good bout, she knew he was capable of going on that way for a long time. Some of the time, the flood of sensation from his hard rod and his weight crushing down on her was nearly overwhelming, and the rest of the time it was well past merely overwhelming. All thought of keeping quiet left her, and the only thing she could focus on was the sheer flood of sensation, giving an involuntary little moan at the bottoming out of each stroke. She came a couple times, but he kept on pumping at her aching, yearning body.

The one downside to the position was that with the long strokes, he almost pulled out of her each time, only to roar back down the aching length of her love canal, and sometimes he pulled out just a touch too far, and then there was a scramble to get it back in. That happened half a dozen times, and all she could do was hope that he could get back into her as quickly as possible. Just as she was about to blow her mind again, and she could feel him getting set to let go, too, it happened again. She held onto the moment the best she could while she felt him fumble around, and all of a sudden, she felt him enter her again – but in the other hole down there. Helpless to stop… not wanting it to stop… she let out a long moan as she felt him slide deep into her rectum. It was an incredible way to get penetrated, nothing like she’d had before, and she’d always put off the idea… and now wondered why, as an orgasm came over her, just as she felt him jam himself even deeper into her, if that were possible, before she felt him come, too. She let out a huge, shuddering moan of joy, and he did too at the wonderful sensation. As the wonderful moment passed, they lay on the bed, panting with exhaustion. “God… that was wonderful…” she moaned. “The best ever.”

“Yeah, that was pretty good,” he said.

“I don’t know why I never let you do that before,” she said.

“Do what?” he said. “We’ve done that before, just not with the handcuffs.”

“You finished up in my butt,” she told him. “You’re still in it. God, what a feeling.”

“I’m not…” he said, feeling around, touching her hot, wet clit. “Yeah, I guess I am. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she panted. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

It took them a long time to wind down, and she came again, just from his finger, before he finally pulled out of her, got up to wash and bring back a cloth to clean her, and then lay down beside her on the bed again. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t intend to do that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she said again. “I guess we’ll have to try that again sometime. It was different than I thought it would be.”

“Me, too,” he said. They got silent again, just playing with each other’s bodies, and as their breath returned, they became aware of the fact that the squeaking was still going on from the other side of the wall.

“My God, are they still at it?” she whispered finally.

“Maybe they’re just out of phase with us,” he said. “Maybe they just laid there quietly and listened to us.”

“If they did, I’m afraid we gave them quite a show,” she sighed. “Either way, my sister is a kinky, horny little brat. God, I never expected that.”

“Give me a few minutes, and we’ll have to give them another show,” he grinned.

“You’re not the only horny one around here tonight,” she said. “Of course, so am I. I’m ready when you are.”

“Oh, let’s give it a rest for a minute,” he said.

“God, this is really kinky,” she smiled. “Laying here, listening to them screw. Going at it pretty hard, too.”

“We were going at it pretty hard,” he said.

“Yes,” she smiled. “And I loved every instant of it, even when you fucked my butt.”

They lay there for a while longer, just listening while they played with each other. “God, don’t they ever quit?” she said after a while.

“Apparently not,” he grinned.

Just then, they heard a quiet half scream, half moan – Helena’s voice – and another, and another, several times, each time a little louder, and joined by what was clearly Andy’s. And then, Helena’s voice could be clearly heard, if muffled: “Oh. OH! OH! OH, MY MASTER!”

Sharon and Dave were in the middle of a kiss when that happened, but at Helena’s words, they broke away. “My master?” Sharon said, her voice full of uncertainty…

“That’s what I heard,” Dave agreed.

Sharon shook her head. “Either there’s some serious role playing going on over there, or my big sister is even kinkier than I thought.”

“Or, they know the walls are thin and she’s putting us on,” Dave grinned.

“Well, yeah,” she said thoughtfully. “I guess we did give them a little show.” She sighed, and went on. “I’m up for doing it again, when you are. But let’s keep it absolutely silent, or we’re going to just be driving each other to screwing all night.”

As it turned out, things stayed silent on the far side of the wall after that – and it didn’t make them wonder any less about what was really going on over there. After a while, Dave untied her hands from the belt, and they went another round, just taking it easy and especially silently. They did go to sleep after that, but that didn’t keep Sharon from waking Dave up in the middle of the night, ready to go again. Again, they kept it pretty silent, but afterwards, Dave commented, “If I thought for one minute that if it was only the handcuffs that was keeping you horny, I don’t know how ready I’d be to let you out of them.”

“You’d have to sometime,” she said. “If only to get some sleep.”

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