In Charge

Liz liked responsibility, it gave her a feeling of power and that feeling of power gave way to other feelings, which were even more intense. As her parents rushed about the house packing up so as not to miss their flight they reminded Sammy that Liz was in charge, their declaration was met with a loud complaint. “Aww, C’mon” screamed Sammy, Sammy’s complaint was nearly immediately silenced by a stern look from her father. “Bye guys!” Liz yelled from the bathroom as her parents rushed out the door. Liz stood, naked, in front of the bathroom mirror, wishing she had more estrogen. She was eighteen, and her breasts were barely more than bee-stings. She was thin, for which she was grateful, but she had narrow hips, almost no ass and, for all practical purposes, looked like a prepubescent boy. She felt mildly depressed as she slowly ran her hands over her body, wishing that it was more alluring and feminine. “Touching yourself won’t make you a girl,” Sammy taunted, leaning against the doorframe of the open bathroom door, gazing at her naked sister. “No, but you being a little bitch won’t stop me from being in charge,” Liz retorted. Sammy, said nothing she merely stepped into the bathroom and stripped down, revealing herself in the mirror, next to the reflection of Liz. Sammy was only fourteen, but already had flaring hips, perfect blonde hair, a killer ass, and breasts that made every guy stare. Sammy smirked as she compared herself to her older sister, obviously the more feminine of the two, and she walk out of the bathroom and laid claim to the couch.
Their parents went away on business almost every weekend, Liz was always left in charge, and Sammy always rebelled against her, it made her hate being ‘in charge’ because the title promised power, but never delivered because her sister was a whiny little bitch. ‘This time will be different,’ Liz thought, ‘this time; I’m going to assert my authority.’ An evil grin crept across her face and she felt a slight tingling in her groin as she made plans to be sure that Sammy obeyed. Sammy zoned out on the T.V. while Liz went back to their room to make preparations for the evening.
It was nearly midnight when Liz emerged from their room declaring it was time for Sammy to go to bed. “It’s Friday,” Sammy replied, “And mom and dad are gone, what do you care if I stay up all night?”
“I care,” Liz said sternly, “Because, I am in charge and because I have plans for us tomorrow and you’re going to need your sleep.” “Plans,” Sammy asked sarcastically as she turned from the T.V. to face her sister, “And exactly what plans do you have?” “It’s a surprise,” Liz replied coolly, “Now go to bed.”
“No!” Sammy said. “Mom and dad said I was in charge,” Liz said heatedly, “Now go to bed.” “Make me!” Sammy said tauntingly crossing her arms across her chest. Liz heart beat fast; things were going exactly according to her plan. She calmly walked up to the couch and grabbed a large handful of Sammy’s blonde hair and pulled her off the couch. Sammy screamed and wailed and swore, trying to fight her off, but Liz was the stronger of the two and easily held her grip as she dragged her back to the bedroom. “Bitch, let me go!” Sammy screamed, but she was immediately silenced as Liz slapped her forcefully across the face, and threw onto the bed. Liz had spent hours prearranging and planning this so Sammy’s bed was ready for her the moment she was thrown up it.
Liz wrestled her sister face up on the bed, pinning her down. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing mom and dad are going to…..” her protests were muffled as Liz stuffed a pair of their mothers ‘grandma panties’ into Sammy’s open, screaming mouth. Sammy struggled to free her hands from Liz’s grasp to get the cloth out of her mouth, but to no avail, Liz had her well pinned. Liz quickly wrapped the rope around Sammy’s writs, attaching it to the corners of the headboard, then wrestled against her flailing legs and pinned them to the mattress. She then tied Sammy’s ankles to the corners of the footboard, testing to make sure all of her knots were secure she got of and stared at poor helpless Sammy; tied, naked and helpless in an ‘X’ shape to her own bed.
Liz focused on properly circulating her breathing having exerted quite a bit of energy wrestling her sister, once she caught her breath and regained her composure she addressed Sammy. “Now, I am going to take the panties out of your mouth and if you scream or curse I am going to put them right back in, do you understand?” Sammy, with a hateful look in her eye, nodded in acknowledgment.