{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\f0\fs20\par \par \par \par \pard\qc Hand me down toys\par \par \par \par \par \par 1\par Curiosity\par \par \par \par \par \par \pard\tab Rachel had always been a very curious child. Always getting into things she wasn't supposed to, sneaking places she wasn't meant to go. At Twelve she'd finally hit a point where parents stopped constantly watching her every move, and where she was sneaky enough to not get caught frequently. Which was good because both parents and siblings hated when Rachel snooped. Both her siblings were teenagers and guarded their privacy. Just last night she overheard something which piqued her curiosity. Her sibling Judy was eighteen and a recent high school graduate. She planned on moving in with some of her friends at the end of the week. Judy had also recently broken up with her boyfriend of nearly a year, and while packing had collected a box of things that were his or reminded her of him. Rachel overheard Judy telling a friend how she was going to throw the whole box with the trash the next day. Rachel was dying to know what was in that box, since she took interest in anything of her sister's. So that night after the trash was put out and everybody had gone to sleep Rachel snuck out to the curb. She carefully rummaged around until she found the box. With her prize obtained Rachel retreated to her room as quietly as possible. Once there she eagerly opened the box. She certainly wasn't disappointed. There were the expected items; pictures of the former couple, trinkets and the like. These she discarded. Beneath all that was the interesting stuff. There were four sets of handcuffs, for starters. There was also a blindfold, some sort of gag, and other ropes and such capped with soft velcro cuffs. She reached into her new box of goodies. She tried on the handcuffs, but not closing them too snug. It was sort of fun, pretending to be captured by some villian with wicked intentions. Rachel realized that she had to be careful, since two of the cuffs were not the cheap kind with safety catches; but the real thing only unlocked by key. She enjoyed the feel of wearing the cuffs but something seemed to be missing from the experience.\par \tab Rachel looked around her room for ways to enhance the feelings, her eyes settling on her closet. Rachel was only five feet tall, and the bar to hang coats on was about six inches over her head. Maybe she could handcuff herself to the bar, with her hands over her head. Rachel scurried over to the closet to try her idea out. She decided to switch to the play handcuffs for her experiment, just in case of problems. She positioned herself under the bar and cuffed her hands around the pole. It felt good like before but something was still missing. Rachel closed her eyes and enjoyed being handcuffed for a moment while she thought about what to add to the scenario.\par \tab While Rachel was having fun with her new toys, her brother was not in bed like she thought. He was passing her room on the way to the bathroom. Sixteen year-old Tim heard noises from his little sister's room. There was a semi-rhythmic thumping coming from within. It wasn't loud but it was enough to make Tim curious. He stopped at Rachel's door and listened. He knocked lightly and then opened the door. As teens and kids often do, he simply performed the courtesy knock and opened the door without waiting for actual permission to enter.\par \tab The source of the thumping was of course, Rachel. While she was standing handcuffed in her closet brainstorming, she had begun subconciously rocking her hips; causing her butt to hit against the back of her closet. So as Tim walked in he was greeted by that sight of his sister, as her eyes opened wide at his intrusion. She simply couldn't move fast enough to free herself before he saw her in the somewhat bizarre position. Tim had no idea what to do, so he hurriedly apologized and shut the door again. He continued on his way to the bathroom very confused and unsettled. What the hell was Rachel doing? The bigger question in his mind however was why the hell did he have a hard on? \par \tab Both brother and sister couldn't help but keep thinking about what had happened. Tim eventually even masturbated the next night while thinking about it. Rachel continued to think about it as she had her fun late at night the next week. At first, she locked her door and relived her original experiment and simply imagined Tim walking in on her again. Then she made the situation even more stimulating by making it more compromising. She did this in two ways; the first was by taking off some of her clothes, and again pretending her brother found her that way. The second was using the real handcuffs, which needed the key to open. So by Thursday Rachel was again cuffed, arms over head in her closet. This time she was wearing her bikini bathing suit. Rachel wasn't very developed yet but she had small breasts and little nipples that certainly responded to stimulation. Her legs and butt were also very shapely, and most of the baby fat had finally disolved from her midsection over the course of the year. She was enjoying the feelings as usual when a noise made her freeze. Upstairs she heard a door open, likely her brother's. Tim was probably going to the bathroom again. She knew she was safe, as she'd locked her door. Rachel had a bold idea though. She'd been pretending her brother was finding her restrained again, what if he maybe did find her again? Quickly she uncuffed herself from the closet and rushed to the door as she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Rachel unlocked the door, and then bolted back to the closet to re-assume her position. Moments later she heard the footsteps pass her bedroom and enter the bathroom. Rachel's anticipation of a repeat visit from Tim had her heart racing, and now she found herself dissappointed. Feeling even bolder than before, she again released herself and went so far as to open her door a little before binding herself again. Rachel waited anxiously for her brother to make the return trip past her room. It came after an eternity in her mind. The footsteps came near, and semed to hesitate. After that momentary pause, Rachel got her wish. Tim knocked at her door, and wisely waited this time. Rachel of course knew who it was but called out:\par \tab "Tim?" \par \tab "Yeah." He replied.\par \tab Thinking quickly she dropped the key to the ground before speaking again. "Can you come help me please?" \par \tab The door pushed open and Tim took a step into the room and froze. Here was his sister again handcuffed in her closet, this time in her bathing suit. Again Tim didn't know what to do or think. After he'd finished gawking, his sister supplied the 'what to do'.\par \tab "I dropped the key, can you please pick it up and unlock me please?" Tim walked to where Rachel was and saw the key on the carpet at her feet. He picked it up and held it, but then spoke rather than acted.\par \tab "What have you been doing, anyway?" He asked. He had an idea of what was going on, but this was still his little sister, and tried not to let erotic thoughts instantly color how he percieved his sister's actions. Perhaps there was an innocent reason for Rachel's actions.\par \tab "I dunno, I just like the way this feels, that's all. It's fun." For the most part it was a true statement. She didn't yet totally understand all the reasons in her young psyche for what she was doing. Satisfied for the moment Tim proceeded to free Rachel. There was a very awkward silence between them until Rachel thanked Tim and Tim left with nothing but a nod.\par \tab As the door shut behind her brother, Rachel made it to her bed before collapsing. She was at the point of bursting from emotions. How she felt when he looked at her, when he held the key but \i hadn't\i0 freed her yet; and finally the feeling of excitement. But not her excitement. Of course she was extremely excited, but apparetly so was her brother. Purely by accident while avoiding eye contact with her brother, Rachel looked at his crotch. Tim had an erection. She took health class and spent all day around boys at school, and she was sure Tim had an erection. She felt sexy, something that just didn't happen often. Sure she caught boys looking at her at the mall occasionally, but this was more personal; and more satisfying.\par \tab Tim was also painfully aware of his condition. He retreated to his room and as his lust overpowered his guilt, he masturbated to the image of his sister. The picture in his mind of her as a helpless, half-naked, sexy girl. That was the first time he admitted it to himself. The first time, it was the eroticism of the situation, not his sister. This time he realized that his sister had turned him on. He came hard, and decided that night that he wanted to have more of this feeling. For that he would need more fuel for his fire.\par \par \par \par \par \par \pard\qc 2\par A Proposal\par \par \pard\par \tab The very next day Tim brought a proposal before his sister. Not long after their parents left for work, Tim went to Rachel's room and knocked; half hoping to again catch his sister in the act. She was simply sitting in bed though, apparently having recently woke up. He took a breath and started.\par \tab "About last night, Rachel." Instantly he had her attention. "I was thinking, and um; what if I hadn't walked in last night?" He could see she didn't understend so he continued. "What if it wasn't \i me\i0 who walked in?" If mom or dad had found you, you'd have been dead. So I was thinking, maybe you shouldn't be doing what you were doing in your room." Again he saw she wasn't sure what he was trying to say. "I mean, you shouldn't do it in your room. Your room is close to mom and dad's, and they may hear you or something. So maybe you could do it in my room if you wanted to. That way you'd be downstairs and across the house from them." Rachel didn't even have to think about it.\par \tab "Sure, O.K." With a mind full of both relief and joy he talked a bit more and then excused himself. A few hours later, after they had both gotten around to showering; Rachel gathered her box of goodies and went down to her brother's room on the first floor. Of course she went only after much agonizing over what to wear. She wasn't quite so brazen as to wear her bikini for her brother, but she wanted to feel sexy again. She settled on a tank top and denim skirt. The tank top was pink and not tight, but fit well enough that it was obvious that she wasn't wearing her training bra. The skirt was the type that fell to her knees, and flaired out a bit near the bottom. Dressed to her own satisfaction, Rachel knocked on Tim's door. Tim opened his door and he ushered a suddenly timid Rachel inside. Now that she was here she was very very nervous.\par \tab "Where did you want to, um, be?" He asked as neutrally as he could. Rachel looked around his room, noting his closet had more stuff in it, making it hard for her to simply do as she had in her own room. Tim was the one that spotted the solution. Next to the closet was a wall hook which he hung hats on. Better yet, it was even higher than the bar in the closet. Rachel pulled out one of the fake handcuffs and with Tim's help she got her self set under the hook with her hands cuffed above her onto it. The hook was about a foot over Rachel's head, which pulled her arms further out above her. She still kind of wished her arms were pulled straighter though. As it was, she thrilled to her very core at the situation. She was bound, and her big brother was not taking his eyes off her. That was even more exciting since she could feel her little nipples hardening. And without her bra she knew Tim had to notice it too. After a few minutes Tim spoke, dispelling the silence in the room.\par \tab "Now what do you do?" He asked.\par \tab "Um, I close my eyes and just kind of enjoy it. But I'm usually you know, alone." Tim looked in the box and saw the blindfold. He pulled it out and looked at Rachel.\par \tab "Maybe this'll help." He offered before slipping the blidfold over her head and positioning it over her eyes. He backed away then, and sat down on his bed to observe his sister. He was beginning to get hard watching as she squirmed a bit in her bonds, and as her nipples began to visibly poke against her shirt. This went on for a few minutes, until Tim glanced at the clock. He knew their mother would be home soon, and the show would unfortunately have to stop for now.\par \tab "Rachel, Mom will be home soon, we should stop." And he got up and removed the blindfold, and released her. He did so while hiding his erection as best he could from her. She also seemed anxious to be out of his sight, from embarrassment at her own arousal. As predicted, Their mother arrived less than a half hour later.\par \tab In her own room Rachel lay back and thought about what had happened. She'd only touched herself sexually afew times, but now she had a strong urge to do it again. She'd only begun doing it less than a year ago, when she began having periods. She would play with her nipples and rub herself down there, but nothing ever "entered" her. After the events of the day, Rachel needed to do those things again. She reached under her skirt and touched herself through her panties, while her other hand moved under her shirt to touch her breasts. She knew she had to be bound in front of Tim again.\par \tab He waited until that night, but Tim also couldn't resist seeking release as his mind played back what he'd seen and experienced. There was also anticipation flooding his thoughts. He was almost positive Rachel would want to visit him again. What he wasn't sure of was whether he would have a more hands-on part in future encounters. \par \par \par }