Stacy loved her sister, which was reasonable and natural since her sister was the epitome of cool and laid back. She usually included her sister when her friends were over, helped her out with her homework with a minimum of condescension everything a little sister could have asked for. And at 12 when she was completely overwhelmed with the changes puberty brings, her sister Kate taught her the way of the tampon, because for Mom to do it would have been 1, fatally embarrassing and 2, required Mom to admit she had woman parts, which, let’s face it, was never going to happen.

So you see we have the platonic ideal of sisterhood embodied here, and that Stacy looked up to and loved her sister Kate. This is not to say there were not the requisite amounts of fighting. When she was 14, Kate, and Stacy was 11 and hid all of Kate’s makeup before her first date, well Stacy ended up with a black eye and Kate was grounded and a micro version of the cold war ensued for several weeks. But then Stacy had the idea of removing a quarter inch of heel from Mom’s dress shoes after she chewed Kate out really bad for dying her hair green, and seeing Mom stumble off to the PTA meeting looking just slightly drunk initiated a veritable perestroika.

But as Kate got older, graduated high school and started community college, Stacy didn’t see her much. Kate tried to take her to the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but Mom vetoed that pretty strongly, and after catching them sneaking out at a quarter to midnight grounded Stacy til half past forever. And since Stacy hadn’t developed as precociously as Kate, the boys weren’t flocking around her the way they had her outgoing, uninhibited sister.

This didn’t really bother Stacy, not terribly, not at first. But sometimes she could hear through the walls the going on’s and she found she got butterflies and strange new sensations. First she thought she was crushing hard on Kate’s boyfriends, a parade of the strange, the sardonic and the sadists, but oddly she realized when she talked to them if Kate was getting ready, she didn’t feel anything. Only when she heard them, or imagined them with Kate, then she felt things. Shudders, flushed, a little trouble breathing steady. But it wasn’t till she laying on the couch one day, half asleep and she suddenly felt arms wrapped tight around her. She jerked but she was wrapped up tight. Then a familiar voice purred “Hi kidlet” and she yelped in surprise. But it wasn’t fear or anger that surprised her, it was this strange warmth moving through her body, unable to speak she just leaned her head back against Kate’s shoulder and enjoyed the enveloping hug.

“Hi yourself” she said when her breathing had slowed. At least she could play that off as being surprised out of sleep.

“You just looked too cute for words all passed out on the couch. I was tempted to just eat you up.”

Stacy flushed though she knew her sisters words were completely innocent. She acted embarrassed “C’mon, if I was cute all the boys would be chasing me the way they chase you.”

“They will darling. You just have to give them time. And signals. Boys are kind of stupid and make lots of wrong turns if you don’t guide them. Kind of like little sisters and airplanes and some presidents.”

“How do you guide them? I mean if I wanted somebody, how would I let them know?”

“Well Stace, contact is good. Like if you want a boy to notice you, lean over close and place your hand on his arm to emphasize a point. For boys that’s subtle. Or really subtle look at them from across the room and angle your foot in their direction. And practice pouting, if you pout right any guy is putty in your hands.” She waved her hand showing off her new ring. “Tom insisted we go see Transformers last weekend, I said okay, but a little bit of pouting on the way, and presto clango, voila.” Kate smiled widely at the proof of her womanly wiles.

“I wish I could do that. Just get people to do whatever I want.”

“You will baby, it just takes time.”

“That’s what Mom always says.” Stacy said and pouted at her sister.

“Well I guess I shouldn’t say stupid shit like that.”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“Oh yeah” taunted Kate “take this.” And she pinned Stacy down and started tickling her. Stacy writhed, more from the touching than the tickling. Maybe there was something to this connection between pouting and getting what you wanted.

But far too soon Kate let her up, and Stacy pretended her heavy breathing was just from the exertion.

“I wouldn’t be this out of breath if you weren’t so heavy.”

“I can’t help it. Big boobs have double their apparent mass. It’s like dark matter only rounder and with nipples.”

“Dark nipples”

“Now Stacy, some things even sisters shouldn’t know about each other.”

“I know they’re usually black and blue.”

“Some boys are overly affectionate, it’s true.”

“I want some boys to be overly affectionate to me” Stacy whined.

“Now whining never got anyone anything Stacy”

“What about emo bands?”

“They’re just whiny punks.”

“But very wealthy whiny punks.”

“Which is why more people should steal music” Kate retorted.

“But whining still works.”

“So does cheating, but you have to decide what you’re willing to do for success.”

“I think whiny punks are cute.”

“Don’t tell anyone Stace, but so do I.”

“I knew it, I’m posting it in my blog.”

“You’ve got a blog?”

“I do now. Or at least five minutes from now.”

“Not if I tickle you for the next five minutes.” And she did. Stacy pretended this upset her. She even pouted a little. Sadly it didn’t lead to making out. Which proved that her friend Mark was wrong about what inevitably happened when two girls started tickling each other.

But from that point on, she focused on her sister. You might say she stalked her, but it’s hard to stalk somebody when you lived with them. More accurately, she just paid more attention. What her sister liked, especially what she liked in guys. And her sister was more than forthcoming on the subject. In fact she often wouldn’t shut up about it, even when her mother was telling her to shut up about it.

So Stacy discovered that Kate liked to be tied up, liked to have her hair pulled, and liked being held down and tickled. She liked nice smells like sandalwood and lavender. So Stacy hatched a dastardly plan, or to be strictly truthful, she downloaded one from the internet at dastardlyplans.com, a website run by a strange individual who insisted his name be spelled with a silent number. Weird.

Nonetheless she prepared to execute this plan with all the cunning of her budding feminine wiles. Her sister was out at work, would probably come home tired and just want to crash. So she set up Kate’s room, lit some scented candles for ambiance. When her sister burst through the door, Kate would never be so dull as to just walk in somewhere, Stacy hit her like an exuberant tiger. “You’re home” she cried and threw her arms around her sister.

“Hey kidlet, yes I’m home. What do you want?”

“I just want to help you unwind from work. I thought I’d give you a massage and a foot rub.”

“Okay now really what do you want?”

“I want to go on a date and Mom won’t let me without a chaperone, so I want you to take me and Joey to the arcade next week.” This was a completely untrue. She didn’t even know any guys named Joey except for the TV show. And even then she liked Chandler better. Or Phoebe who was sometimes a lot like her sister.

“You want me to come along on your first date and deal with an anarchy of teenagers, this was her collective noun for people younger than her, just so you can get some poorly executed necking?”

“Please” pleaded Stacy while she pouted her heart out. She even gave Bambi eyes.

“Fine, but this better be a damn good back and foot rub.” And she led Stacy into her room. With her back to her younger sister she didn’t see Stacy steeple her fingers together and smile a very self satisfied smile. Stacy resolved to email that website, having a spurious reason for being nice to someone was apparently very useful.

“Wow” Kate exclaimed “you really want me to chaperone your date.”

“Oh absolutely” Stacy muttered to herself.

And soon Kate was face down in a warm towel while Stacy applied massage oil to her back, the backs of her thighs and her feet. And not long after Kate was purring and just this side of half asleep. Stacy told her to stretch her arms out in front of her and began massaging them and Kate’s neck. If anything Kate grew even more non responsive, enjoying the kinks being worked out of her sore muscles. And she barely heard the clink as Stacy clicked close the handcuffs around her wrists. Her hands were bound together, with the chain looped through the frame, so she could turn her body , but couldn’t use her hands at all.

“Stacy what the hell are you doing? Mom!”

“Mom’s out on a date and won’t be home for hours.” This too was a lie, her mother was actually upstairs, but Stacy had put quite a lot of vodka in the diet coke she’d brought up to her Mom earlier that night “just to be nice because her Mom worked so hard taking care of her two daughters alone” so she probably would sleep through quite a bit of ruckus.

“So what’s this all about.”

“You’ll see” and she started tickling Kate, who tried to kick her away. But Stacy had the wiry build of a high school freshman, and the wrestling skills of a younger sister. So with her hands trapped and useless it was to no avail. Since Stacy had rarely come out on top of their tickle fights before, she was enjoying this on a plethora of levels.

But Kate was squirming and seething, and not just in anger. One of the things that just did it for her was being trapped and tickled, and as she was a little bi, her sister rubbing all over her was distracting as well. Not that she would ever touch her sister, that was fucked up, but it was a very pretty feminine body straddling her, handcuffs on her wrists and the constant touch of those soft fingers was making her moist. And the massage and smell of the candles had had already started her mind fantasizing about a girls hands, preferably not her sisters, all over her. So maybe, just maybe, Kate wasn’t resisting as hard as she might have.

And when despite herself, she gave a sharp little cry at one of her sisters touches, Stacy leaned down, her lips inches away from Kate, “what kind of noise was that” she asked.

“An angry one, now let me up.”

“It didn’t sound angry. It sounded sexy.”

“I’m serious Stacy, let me the fuck up. This ain’t funny anymore.”

“I think you’re getting turned on. Turned on by your own sister, that’s pretty messed up.”

“Says the sister who’s handcuffed me to the bed.”

“We’re focusing on you here, don’t try and confuse the issue.”

“I think we should be focusing on you.”

“Okay focus on me. Focus only on me. I bet you’re awfully tired from struggling against those handcuffs. And it had been a long day even before then hadn’t it?

“Stacy…”

“Ssshh, sweet sister. Just listen to me for a moment, just a moment. Just one long peaceful moment...” Stacy watched as Kate’s flashing eyes grew glazed and sleepy. The dastardlyplots.com webpage had a couple of links to hypnosis scripts. Something about it being an intersection of interests or something... but she hadn’t thought they’d really work.

“Now relax for me Kate, you can do that for me, right? Because you love your sister.”

“Love my sister” mumbled Kate.

“And she loves you. So much. Loves you and wants to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?”

“No, not right. Sister.”

“It’s perfectly all right. Just listen to me. You trust me. It feels so good to trust me, and you do. Completely. And you find me so attractive, love me so much. Don’t you?”

“Yes, mmmmmm, yes” Kate mumbled, hips twitching.

“Good girl. Now I’m going to wake you up, and you won’t remember being hypnotized. But you will find yourself very attracted to me. You like the sound of that. You’ll have an enormous crush on me, and want to please me any way you can. Okay?”

“Okay” Kate replied eagerly, hips still twiching, fighting the restraints to come close enough to kiss.

“Good, now you’re waking up for me. One, getting closer to awake, two closer, more aware more awake and three, wake for me.” Kate’s eyes snapped open and instinctively her wrists convulsed against the cuffs.

“You are tired sis, you faded out on me mid lecture.”

“Sorry” Kate said sheepishly. Her memories were all sleep muddled and it was hard to remember why she’d be in this odd position, wrists cuffed to the bed with her sister straddling her. Her admittedly very cute sister, who felt like she belonged there...

“Do you want to kiss me Kate?”

“Huh” she responded eloquently.

“Because I want to kiss you” she said. And despite herself Kate felt something flutter inside her. And then Stacy lowered her lips to Kate’s and they kissed. Stacy’s lips were softer and sweeter than Kate had ever found a girls lips to be. And Stacy found that her sisters mouth was just as warm and soft and perfect as she’d imagined. She pressed her body as tight as she could against Kate and hoped Kate wouldn’t kick her or bit her tongue. But Kate didn’t. She melted into Stacy’s mouth, completely stopped fighting the moment Stacy kissed her, really the moment Stacy had told her she wanted to kiss her.

Finally Kate pulled away from the kiss. She looked at Stacy, who’s eyes were wide and vulnerable. ‘She’s really crushing hard on me’ Kate thought to herself.

“Uncuff me” she said softly.

“Why, do you hate me?” asked Stacy her voice quivering.

“No” said Kate wrapping her legs around Stacy’s waist, “I want to touch you too.”

Stacy giggled and kissed Kate again. But she didn’t uncuff her. Not for awhile anyway.