When they arrived I saw that Billy was cute - sort of like a younger version of John, but it seemed like all he talked about was sports with John, and didn't seem interested in me at all. It was pretty boring. Then my sister suggested we play this Pure Luck game of cards. When the winner reaches 700 points the one with the least points would be the loser. To make it more interesting John suggested the loser could be tied up. I didn't give it much thought since everyone else went along with it and since I'd never been tied up it just seemed kind of funny at the time. Well, it seemed like every time my sister or John would shuffle and deal the cards one of them would tell me to get a drink or something for someone. I didn't realize until later that I would lose very badly whenever I got something for someone. Anyway, John won and I lost as Billy had just 3 points more than me.
I thought I might be tied to a chair or something real simple like that. Instead, we went to the basement. First, my sister tied both of my ankles to these pillar like posts that held up the basement ceiling. Then, John tied my wrists together and then looped a rope over a big pipe next to the ceiling and tied my wrists to that rope. So, I couldn't move and my arms and hands were way up over my head. They started out just tickling me. Then, it seemed like they were tickling me in places where they shouldn't, like private places and all over my body. Then, they started tickling under my clothes. I felt John and Billy's hands going under my pants and I started yelling for them to stop. My sister then put some duct tape over my mouth and told me to shut up and enjoy it. (I think she might have enjoyed this but I certainly didn't) Next, my sister pulled my top over my head and then tied it to that rope with my bra! I couldn't believe it. I started crying as my sister laughed at my tiny titties and told Billy to tickle them. They were all over me. Then my sister said, "Now, Billy, watch closely," as she pulled my pants and panties down to the middle of my thighs. I was in shock and tried to scream, but with the duct tape it could hardly be heard. I had recently shaved my pubic hair for the first time just to see what it would look like never expecting anyone else to see it. John commented, "Hey, she shaved off that bush! Let's take a look!" Then, he and my sister gave Billy a very detailed lesson in female anatomy along with a lot of touching, probing, and even smelling. They even went behind me for a "rear view" and still more touching and probing of all sorts. It seemed like this went on forever, though it was probably about 15 or 20 minutes. At one point John said, "I feel some wetness and you can really smell her. She must be enjoying this." "I thought she would," my sister added. Finally, Billy, of all people, brought it to an end saying to John, "Thanks John, I really appreciate you doing this for me." "No problem," John answered and added, "But it was her (pointing to my sister) idea for the most part. I just told her you were an only child and had never seen a naked girl and she said she felt that she and her little sister here could help." Then Billy thanked her too. John and Billy went upstairs and as my sister was untying me she said, "If you ever tell anyone about this I promise you I will put permanent scars all over your face."
I don't think I have ever felt so embarrassed or so bad in my life. Fortunately, a few weeks later, John left my sister for a better looking girl in his neighborhood and I never had to see him or his cousin Billy again.


