"Tyler? Master?" Emma whispers in her brother's ear, gently nudging him, trying to wake him up. Tyler groans, turns away from her, and continues sleeping. "Master? Master, please," she says, kissing him on the neck and cheek. Gradually her brother wakes up and opens his eyes a bit to look at her. "I'm really sorry for waking you. Really sorry. But I really have to pee, and my leash... I've been trying to hold it in for a real long time now but I feel like I'm going to explode."

Tyler yawns and sits up in the bed. "That's okay," he says. "Don't worry about it." Tyler checks the clock -- it's a little after one o'clock. He gets up, gets the keys, and unlocks Emma's leash. He stands there beside the bed holding it -- obviously he intends on accompanying her to the bathroom.

Tyler stays in the bathroom holding onto her leash as Emma urinates.

"Ah, why don't you lock me to a pipe or something... I have to do a number-two as well, you probably don't want to be in here."

"Okay," Tyler says, acting on her suggestion. "Call me when you're done." While sitting there, Emma flips through a book she finds beside the toilet. It's a book about proper pet care.

When Emma calls her brother back, he tells her to turn around and bend over so he can check that she cleaned herself properly. Emma's tired, and just complies. Tyler spreads her butt-cheeks and looks closely. "Did you clean with water?" he asks.

"Yes," she says.

Satisfied it's clean, he rubs her sphincter a bit with his finger which causes her to giggle. Then he lets her stand up and pulls her panties up for her.

"Master," Emma says as her brother reattaches her leash to the bed's headboard. "You know, my collar prevents me from leaving the room, right? So why not just let me sleep without the leash -- that way I wouldn't have to wake you if I needed the bathroom."

"Nah," Tyler says, patting her belly once he's done locking the leash to the bed. "That's okay. I don't mind you waking me -- I want to know that you're okay." Tyler climbs back in bed. "I'm still kinda worried about you after the procedure you had today. So it's good you wake me if you have to go."

Tyler's almost asleep again when Emma says, "Tyler?"

"Yeah," he yawns.

"It's hurting me again. Could you put more cream on?"

"Sure," he says, getting out of bed again and going to get the cream. He comes back and turns on the light. Emma positions herself, pulling her nightgown up, her panties down, and spreading her legs for her brother.

Tyler squirts some of the cream on his finger and gently rubs it all over the inside of his sister's vagina. "How's that?" he asks.

"A lot better. Thanks."

Tyler fingers her clitoris for a few seconds and Emma giggles. Then he gets up. "I'll be right back," he says, heading to the bathroom to wash the cream off his fingers. When he returns to the bed, Emma has pulled her panties back up, and she takes her brother in her arms and gives him a moist, passionate kiss on the lips to show her gratitude.

Tyler rolls onto his side, facing his sister. He pulls her nightgown up and then circles her bare stomach with his arm while nestling his face in the back of her neck. The twins fall asleep again.

Around three hours later Emma wakes up, sore again. She tries to move her legs to a different position so that she'll feel the pain less and won't have to wake her brother again, but Tyler wakes up anyway.

Tyler's concerned that it's so painful. He turns the light on again, removes his sister's panties and has her spread her legs so he can examine her. Prying her labia apart with his fingers, he sees some residue from the cream. Other than that, it looks quite red. Before applying more cream, Tyler decides to call the doctor.

The doctor says that it's most probably normal and that she should be fine by the next evening, and that if it's still painful by then he'll come and check her again. In the meantime, he suggests Tyler give her either Tylenol for the pain, or sleeping pills so that Tyler can sleep. Tyler thanks the doctor.

"Come with me," Tyler says, unlocking his sister's leash from the bed again. He takes her to the bathroom and tells her to pee. She didn't feel like she had to go, but manages to do a little anyway. She dabs herself clean gently, wincing a bit at the pain. Tyler makes a mental decision to give her a nice warm bath in the morning. For now, though, he thinks it's important that the two of them get some sleep. After she washes her hands, Tyler takes her back to the bed and locks her leash to it again.

"Are you going to put more cream on me?" Emma asks, hopeful.

"Uh, no, the doctor said I should give you some Tylenol," he says, going to one of the cabinets. He gets a small blue pill and closes his hand around it so that his sister won't see the color. He brings a glass of water to the bed and tells Emma to hold it. Then he turns the light off and tells his sister to open her mouth. Taking the pill between his thumb and forefinger, he places it on her tongue before she has a chance to see what it looks like. "Swallow," he tells her. Having no reason to suspect it's anything other than Tylenol, Emma brings the water to her lips and drinks. Tyler takes the glass from her and returns it to the bathroom. He climbs back into bed and hugs her and strokes her hair until she falls into a deep sleep. Relieved that she's resting, Tyler falls asleep too.

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"Good-morning sleepy-head," Tyler says when he notices his sister's finally woken up. Tyler's sprawled on the floor, watching cartoons on his big T.V.

"Wh... what time is it?" she asks, alarmed, seeing the light coming in from the window.

"Around eleven. I told Mom that you weren't feeling well so I was letting you stay home today, and that I'd stay home to look after you. She wishes you well."

"Oh," Emma says, sitting up in bed.

"How're you feeling now?" Tyler asks. He's now sitting beside her on the bed with a hand on her bare shoulder and another gently stroking her hair.

"I dunno, I feel like I've been sleeping forever." Tyler laughs and kisses her on the forehead. He doesn't tell her about the pill.

"How're you feeling in here?" Tyler asks, gently tugging on the elastic of her panties.

Emma makes a sad face. "Sore."

Tyler hugs his sister. "Don't worry, I'll make you all better. Here, have some orange-juice in the meantime. I'm going to fill the tub for you."

Tyler returns to his sister after turning the water off. He tells her to stand, and detaches the leash from the bed. Telling her to raise her arms, he slowly and gently undresses her completely. Then he leads her to the bathroom and has her get into the water. Tyler was right. Soaking in the nice, warm water does make her feel a lot better.

Tyler locks Emma's leash to the shower-head -- high enough so that the leash isn't soaking in the water. He closes the lid of the toilet and sits down, talking to Emma while she bathes. They talk mostly about movies and T.V. shows, and a bit about school -- which teachers they like and which they don't.

Tyler gets up. He pulls his shirt off. Emma thinks he's going to get in the tub with her -- she wishes he would. But he doesn't. He kneels beside the tub and reaches in, hugging her tightly against his bare chest. He rubs her back a bit with his hand, then picks up a washcloth and asks if she'd mind him scrubbing her a bit. She laughs and consents, thinking it's funny that he's asking permission. Tyler gets a throbbing erection while slowly washing his sister's body: her long, smooth legs, her chest, her back, her behind... Tyler's disappointed that he can't put his penis in his sister's vagina to make it feel even better. But he knows he can't do that now -- not until she's healed.

Tyler decides that she's had enough and tells her so. He helps her out of the tub and after admiring her wet, shivering, naked body for a few moments, wraps her in a towel and pats her dry.

After watching her stand in front of the mirror doing her hair (completely naked of course), Tyler pulls his sister into a tight hug, feeling her body all over while he does that. Emma feels something poking into her thigh and knows what it is. Her vagina's too sore, but she wishes there was another way she could help him out.

Finally Tyler breaks the hug and leads his sister back into the garage. He has her sit on the bed while he gets her some clothes. She watches as he looks through the closets and drawers.

"Hmmm, what should she wear?" Tyler asks himself, out loud. Tyler thinks he'd better not dress her in something too sexy since he can't have sex with her today. On the other hand, he doesn't want to miss seeing her cute girlie body. He decides on a one-piece swimsuit: cute yet practical. He carries the swimsuit back to the bed.

"I'll put some cream on you. Then you can put this on," he says, showing her what he's chosen.

"Okay," says Emma, moving her legs into position.

"There," Tyler says once he removes his finger from her vagina. "Wait, don't move." Tyler runs to the bathroom and comes back with a wad of toilet paper. He wipes her vagina externally so that the cream doesn't get on the swimsuit she's about to wear. Satisfied, he hands her the suit and tells her to put it on. "Wow, you look adorable," he says, admiring her in the swimsuit. He motions with his fingers for her to turn around so that he can see it from behind and feels something stirring in his pants. Tyler realizes that his sister still looks sexy as hell even in a plain, one-piece swimsuit. 'Oh well,' he thinks to himself.

Tyler approaches his sister and puts his hands on her shoulders, playing with her swimsuit straps. He puts a hand on her soft, smooth stomach, and another on her way-too-cute butt. Then he kisses her on the side of her neck. Emma stands there giggling, enjoying the attention.

"Okay, Emma honey. So, since you're still not feeling great I'm going to be easy on you today. So -- at least for now -- I'm only going to lock one restraint on you, and you can choose what it is. That's not counting the collar, of course, which stays. You can choose either a gag -- although since I want to give you breakfast, I doubt that's wise -- a leash, or handcuffs. Or I guess ankle-cuffs, if you prefer. So, what'll it be?"

Emma's amused that she's given a choice in the matter, and decides to toy with her brother a bit. "I can choose? Really?" she asks.

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"How about nothing at all?" she asks with a wink.

Tyler sees the wink and knows she isn't trying to rebel, she's just playing with him. He responds by poking her in the stomach and saying, "That wasn't one of the options."

Emma giggles and asks, "Why not?"

"You tell me why not!" Tyler says, laughing.

"Um, okay, um, because you own me and can do whatever you want with me? Or because you're afraid I might run away, or not do what I'm told?"

"Those are both good reasons," Tyler says. "Add to that that I think it's good for you to feel that you're my pet. Don't you agree?"

"Yeah," Emma says with a giggle.

"So what are you going to choose? If you don't choose yourself, I'll put everything on you -- gag, wrist-cuffs and ankle-cuffs!"

Emma giggles some more. "That sounds fun," she laughs. "But okay, I'll choose the handcuffs for now, and maybe the gag after I finish eating?"

"Interesting decision. Though I can't promise I'll let you switch later. But okay, we'll start with handcuffs. I'm going to give you the leather ones since they're more effective. First, though, stand with your legs apart and your hands behind your head, like the cops make the bad-guys do on T.V. I need to make sure you're not hiding any weapons or keys under your clothes."

Emma laughs out loud as she assumes that position. Both twins greatly enjoy it as Tyler's fingers thoroughly explore her body. He must not trust his eyes, as he even pats down the parts of her body not covered by her swimsuit. He touches everything except for her vagina -- explaining that because it's tender now, he's not going to touch it. Emma hopes that it stops hurting her soon so that he'll be able to touch her there again.

Once Tyler's satisfied that she's not concealing anything, he takes her wrists from behind her head and moves them behind her back. He's not ready to cuff her yet, though. First he moves her over to the bed, and has her lean over so that her upper body's resting on the bed while her legs are spread, feet flat on the floor. He holds her hands -- gently but firmly -- in the small of her back while he feels her body a bit more, mostly concentrating on her backside.

"Can I choose to have them cuffed in front, instead?"

Tyler laughs. "Of course not! Wrist-cuffs are meant to be in back -- otherwise they're not very effective."

"Hmmm, so maybe I should go with the leash then..." Emma says, hoping Tyler won't let her change her mind.

"Too late. Decision's already been made. You're going to have to live with it." With that, she feels him buckling and locking a cuff around one wrist, and then around the other.

"You're such a silly little girl," Tyler teases her with a tickle in her stomach as he pulls her up to a standing position. "You just LOVE being helpless! At the mercy of your brother!" Emma just giggles in response. "Think what your friends at school would think of you!"

Tyler loops an arm around his helpless sister's waist and pulls her body into him, kissing her on the cheek, and then on the neck. Emma responds by turning her head and kissing his cheek. Tyler then puts his hands on the girl's waist and turning her so that she's facing him. He puts his hands right on her butt and pulls her towards him, and kisses her on the lips. Emma kisses him back, and the twins' tongues explore each-other's mouth for a good few minutes.

"Okay, come on, silly," Tyler says when he finally pulls away from her. "You have to eat -- it's really late!" He puts his arm around her shoulders and begins to lead her out of the garage. Before passing the 'line' he remembers: he pulls the remote out of his pocket and deactivates her collar.

Tyler helps his sister sit on a chair and goes to get her breakfast. "Hmm, let's see, what do you want to eat?" he asks.

"Whatever you want me to, Master," she responds with a good-hearted smile.

"How hungry are you?"

"Pretty hungry."

"I can see the 'pretty' part myself!" Emma giggles at the compliment.

"Okay, you like waffles, right?" he says, pulling an Eggo box out of the freezer.

"Yeah."

"And you can start with these, until those are ready," Tyler says after putting the waffles in the toaster. Emma doesn't see what he's talking about until he brings the food over. She's delighted when she sees what it is, though: a bowl of cut strawberries, sprinkled with sugar.

"Well here's something I bet you didn't think of! With your choice of restraint, you can't use your hands to eat with! Now you have no choice but to let me feed you!"

"Oh no!" Emma responds with a giggle. Tyler laughs too, knowing fully well that she's happy with his proposed solution.

"Well, silly girl, just so that you don't enjoy it too much, I'm going to feed you with my fingers, not a fork. And, I'm going to lick them first!" And he licks his fingers while Emma watches, giggling some more.

Tyler begins popping strawberries into his sister's mouth. At first he licks his fingers before picking each one up. After a few, though, he one-ups that by putting the strawberry in his mouth and spitting it back out into his hand before putting it in her mouth. Then he stops using his fingers -- after putting one in his mouth, he leans over and transfers the strawberry directly from his mouth to hers while their lips touch.

"Tastes best this way," Emma giggles.

Tyler surprises his sister by swallowing one of the strawberries himself without her noticing. He makes it look like he has something in his mouth. When he puts his mouth on his sister's and she opens hers, instead of getting a strawberry she gets his tongue! Emma's grateful that she realized what it was before she sunk her teeth into it! She lovingly sucks on her brother's tongue for the minute or so that it remains inside her mouth.

The toaster pops just as Emma finishes the last strawberry, and Tyler gets up to go get her waffles. Without asking first, he takes a can of whipped cream from the fridge and sprays it on them. While he does that, he says, "Oh, Emma, I meant to tell you. Those guys from that place -- Tom and Ernst I think their names are -- are coming over this morning, probably any minute."

"Why?" Emma asks, suddenly losing her good spirits and getting genuinely scared. She'll never forget how they attached her collar and shocked her to test the different intensities.

"Oh, don't worry, sweetie," Tyler says, patting her on the head, feeling bad that he told her about it. "They're not going to even touch you! They're just coming to make a change to the electric stuff they put in for your collar. They're going to put in some more invisible lines so that if I want to, I can let you walk around the whole house freely with you only getting zapped if you leave the house. Or maybe I'll even be able to include the yard around the house -- not sure. Anyway, they don't need to even see you -- I could hide you before they come, but it's really not necessary. You have nothing to be afraid of. I'm doing this for you, to make things easier for you."

Emma breathes a sigh of relief. Just as Tyler places the first fork-full of waffle in her mouth, the doorbell rings and Tyler gets up to go answer it.

"I might have to help them, I'm not sure," says Tyler, fumbling in his pocket. "But I don't want you to be hungry. So I'm going to break the rules just once and cuff your wrists in front of you so that you can continue eating until I return." Tyler rubs his sister's bare back as he unlocks the cuffs. She obediently puts her wrists together in front of her so that he can cuff them together there. "As a precaution, though, I'm going to put something else on you until I can get you back locked up like this again," he says, running and getting a leash. He locks one end to Emma's collar and the other to the table's frame.

Then he surprises her more. "Bring your legs up on the chair -- kneel." She feels him locking cuffs to her ankles. Of course, she doesn't resist. Once her ankles are locked together he tells her to sit on them. Once she does, he attaches a short chain to the back of her collar. The other end of that chain, she discovers, is locked to her ankles -- which prevents her from getting off her chair. "I want to impress Ernst and Tom," he whispers to her with a wink, kissing her on the cheek. "Now enjoy your waffles, and be careful not to fall off the chair." Tyler kisses her cheeks, neck, shoulders, and the visible part of her chest before going to answer the door. In the meantime, the bell has rang another two times.

Emma puts a fork-full of the cream-covered waffle in her mouth while she watches her brother scamper off towards the door. Generally speaking, she doesn't mind the additional bondage she's in now -- it's all in good fun. And if this addition to the house's electrical setup means more freedom for her, she's not going to protest. She wonders, though, if this new installation isn't supposed to compensate for the fact that Tyler might not intend to speak to their mother about that issue EVER? That she's going to stay his pet forever, no matter what?

Emma almost swallows without chewing as the two big, scary-looking men enter the kitchen carrying large containers.

"Hello cutie," one of the men says to her with a wink, reaching out a big, calloused hand to stroke her cheek. Emma tries to evade his hand.

"Now now, Emma dear, be friendly to the nice men," Tyler scolds, smiling.

The man reaches his hand out again and Emma does try her best to leave her face where it is, but instinctively she pulls away again.

"Oh don't mind her, she's had a rough night and is probably kind of scared of you guys," Tyler says, walking up behind his sister and holding her head steady so that the man can touch her like he's trying to.

The second man rubs her bare back as he walks past her. Emma cringes but controls her outward reaction.

Tyler leaves Emma's side, leaving the men leering at her, eyeing her body all over, not even trying to hide it. She hates that. Tyler returns holding two cold beers which he hands the men. The men say goodbye to Emma and follow Tyler out of the kitchen.

Tyler returns about ten minutes later, alone. "They're working," he tells his sister, sitting down beside her. "I see you finished your food -- was it good?"

"Yeah, thanks," Emma says, glad to be alone with her brother again. She reaches out with her bound hands and tries to touch him, but can't reach that far. Tyler sees this, though, and moves his chair closer to her. She puts her hands on his shoulder and gives a little squeeze.

"You have a little whipped-cream on your face -- here, let me get that for you," he says. Then he sticks his tongue out and cleans her face with it. Emma giggles. "Anyway, they're probably gonna be in and out of our garage setting that stuff up, so why don't we go sit on the couch in the living room and watch some T.V. and relax."

"Okay."

"First I'd better put your wrists back where they're supposed to be." Tyler unlocks Emma's wrists. She moves them behind her back, and he locks them together again -- this time attaching them to the chain connecting her ankles to her neck as well.

"So are you gonna take the cuffs off my ankles now?" Emma asks, hopeful.

"I should, but you look so cute that I want to leave you like that a little longer. I promise I'll take them off soon."

"Okay," says Emma, trying to shift a bit. It's becoming quite uncomfortable.

Tyler scoops his sister up in his arms and carries her into the living-room. He plops her down on the couch and sits beside her. She leans over sideways lying down on her side with her head resting in Tyler's lap. Tyler strokes her head soothingly as he flips through the channels with the remote.

All that he can find is some boring documentary about birds of Australia. After about seven minutes, Emma yawns and says, "Can you unlock my ankles now, please? It's really uncomfortable."

"Yeah, okay, one second," he says, getting up, leaving her all by herself, locked in her hogtie on the couch. "Don't go anywhere," he calls to her from the other room.

"As if!" she says to herself.

Tyler returns holding a ball-gag. "No, wait," Emma begins to protest. "If... if you don't want to unlock me that's okay..."

Tyler sits back down beside his sister and strokes her hair soothingly. "Don't be silly, Emma. And don't worry so much! I'm taking care of you! Now open your pretty little mouth, please."

Emma sighs and complies, and moments later isn't able to speak anymore.

"Good girl," Tyler says, patting her on the head in reward. "Now all of these can come off." Tyler unlocks her ankle-cuffs, removes the chain that was attaching them to her collar, and then removes her wrist cuffs as well. She's completely 'free' now, save for the gag and the collar. "There you go, go ahead and stretch a bit."

Emma's happy. The gag was worth it -- she thought he was just going to add it to her existing restraints! She tries to murmur a thank-you to her brother but of course it's not understandable. So she sits on his lap and puts her arms around his chest, hugging him, rubbing her face against his. Tyler responds by rubbing her back and kissing her on the face.

Emma gets up off the couch and stretches for a while. Then she sits on the floor in a 'splits' position, stretching her legs. Tyler enjoys watching that and tells her so.

When she gets tired of that, she returns to the couch and lies back down on it with her head in Tyler's lap -- only this time with her legs stretched out. A few minutes later she's sound asleep. Tyler rubs her body for a while, then lets his hand rest on his sister's behind before falling asleep himself -- sitting up, with his head back against the couch pillow and his mouth wide open.

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"Hey Tyler, we're done," says Ernst. Tyler opens his eyes and rubs them. He has gob dripping down the side of his face and wipes it with the back of his hand. "Come see, and I'll explain how to work it."

Tyler carefully gets up, placing his sister's head gently on the sofa so as not to wake her. He walks with Ernst back to the garage.

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Emma remains sleeping, and Tyler doesn't disturb her. He watches TV in the same room while looking at her every minute or so.

After she's slept for maybe two hours, he notices her eyes are open. There are tears in her eyes, and she begins to moan loudly through her gag. Tyler rushes to her side and removes her gag. "What is it?" he asks, concerned.

"It hurts. A lot."

Tyler takes his sister's hand and leads her back to the garage (sticking his hand in his pocket and activating her collar to confine her to the garage as they enter it). Once there, he takes the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders and pulls the suit all the way down. She steps out. Tyler tells her to lie down on the bed so he can have a look. She does. Before he looks, though, he locks her via a leash to the bedframe.

"Looks very red," Tyler says. "I'll get the cream."

Emma complains of pain while he tries to apply the cream. She can't keep her legs still, and Tyler ends up chaining them to the sides of the bed so that he can finish applying the cream without her moving them. She cries a lot, though, and even after the cream's in place continues to complain, much to Tyler's disappointment. So he gives her an extra-strength children's Tylenol, and goes to call the doctor.

"The doctor's going to come as soon as he can," Tyler says when he returns. "Let's get you dressed in something." Tyler tries to put a bikini on her -- figuring it would be most convenient, since she wouldn't have to undress completely for the doctor when he came. To his horror, though, he quickly discovers that Emma's in so much pain that she can't stand having anything even touching her vagina. Emma cries as Tyler hugs her comfortingly, telling her she'll feel much better soon. Then he goes to look for a dress or skirt for her to wear -- without panties, of course. He comes back with a two-piece white outfit and helps his sister into it. "I'm sorry it hurts you so much," Tyler says, feeling guilty, lifting up the skirt and having another look. He helps his sister lie down and gets in bed beside her, holding her, trying to soothe her.

When he sees that she doesn't stop moaning after ten minutes, Tyler sighs, gets up, and walks over to a locked cabinet.

"Emma, darling," he says as he returns. Emma sees he's holding something in his fist. "I have something that will stop you from suffering until the doctor comes." He opens his hand and shows her a small pink tablet. "Hold this under your tongue for a few seconds until it dissolves." Tyler holds the tablet in his fingers in front of his sister's mouth.

"What is it?" Emma asks, worried.

Tyler sighs again, deciding to just tell her the truth. "It will make you fall asleep."

"No!" cries Emma.

Tyler sighs again, and climbs back up onto the bed. He sits beside his sister and puts his arm around her. "Emma, darling, please, you don't deserve to suffer like this. I promise you, the doctors say it's perfectly safe. And you can trust me. I always look after you. I'm not going to do anything mean to you -- you'll just sleep until the doctor's done with you, and when you wake up hopefully you'll feel a lot better. I'll stay with you the whole time and make sure you're okay."

"Tyler I trust you, but I'm scared about being put to sleep like that and not being able to wake up on my own."

"I know you're scared, but trust me, it's your best option. You don't need to suffer like this."

Emma sniffles. She IS hurting a lot, but the thought of taking tranquilizers really scares her.

"Come on, honey, open up and it'll be all over in a few seconds."

Emma begins to cry more. She wishes she was braver. She wishes she could just obey her brother like he wants her to. And she WOULD like the pain to go away. But she's terrified of the whole idea.

"Okay, Emma, let me help you." She watches nervously as Tyler pockets the tablet. He unlocks a dresser drawer and reaches inside, pulling out a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Gently he helps his sister lie down, takes her wrists and locks them to the bedframe above her head. She whimpers but doesn't resist. He lies down beside her and strokes her hair and cheeks a few times, trying to calm her. Then he gets the tablet from his pocket and holds it in front of her mouth. "Open your mouth and lift your tongue up," he commands, gently. She doesn't open her mouth, though, so he uses his fingers to pry it open. Though she's not cooperating, she also isn't resisting. Tyler puts a finger into her mouth and moves her tongue away from its floor. Emma whimpers some more as she feels the tablet being placed in her mouth. Tyler holds her tongue down against it. Emma continues to whimper, and closes her mouth around her brother's finger sucking on it gently, like a baby being comforted by her pacifier. "There there," Tyler says, stroking her hair and kissing her as he waits for the tablet to dissolve. "I'm sure you'll have really nice dreams," he says, hugging his sister as she begins to lose consciousness. A few seconds later she's out cold.

-----

The doctor arrives. After examining the adorable sleeping girl, he tells Tyler that it appears she's developed an infection. He recommends taking her back to the Association and giving her intervenous antibiotics in proper, sterile conditions. That way the situation should clear up in only a few days.

Tyler changes his sister into a more modest nightgown and panties. Then he grabs a few things, leaves a note for his parents, deactivates his sister's collar, and carries her out to the doctor's waiting car. He spends the next three days at his sister's side almost all day long. At Tyler's request, they keep her sedated the whole time she's there, feeding her with a tube and with a catheter for her other necessities.

Tyler keeps her body chained to her bed, and her ankles and thighs chained together too -- not that he's worried she'll go anywhere, rather to make sure nobody else does anything to her while he's in the bathroom or something. A few times a day he unchains her and exercises her limbs so that she won't be too stiff when she comes home. He washes her with warm washcloths to keep her body clean, and plays with her hair or kisses her from time to time. He even sleeps beside her in the bed, snuggling up to her. The other adults in the Association try to get Tyler to come have some fun with some of the other slaves but he declines, staying with Emma the whole time like he promised.

One thing he does do, though. At the doctor's recommendation, he takes advantage of Emma's sedation and gets her a full-body (except for her head and the appropriate parts of her face) permanent laser hair-removal treatment. She's hardly developed any body hair yet, but the doctor says it can be done preventatively too. Normally the procedure and its recovery are painful; since Emma's going to be asleep for the next few days anyway, it seems like prime time to have it done.

Once the doctor's satisfied the infection's completely gone, he drives the twins back home. Tyler puts Emma in the bed and locks her collar to the bedframe. The doctor says she should wake up in ten to twenty hours, and although he doesn't remain by her side the whole time now that she's home, Tyler checks on her at least once every two hours, and of course sleeps by her side. By now he's learned how to change her catheter bag himself -- quite a disgusting procedure, but necessary.

When Tyler notices his sister beginning to stir, he removes her catheter and dresses her in a fresh, clean pair of panties. (At the Association, they let him practice removing catheters from other slaves so he'd know how to do it.) She still remains out of it for another half hour or so, and then finally, slowly, wakes up.

When she opens her eyes, Tyler's sitting by her side.

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"Hi, precious," Tyler says, kissing his sister on the cheek.

Emma squints, rubs her eyes, then stretches. "I... I feel so weird!" she finally says.

Tyler laughs. "Don't worry about that, it'll pass in no time. You're going to feel great! And I'm so glad you're awake, I've missed you so much."

"How... how long have I been asleep?"

"A few days," Tyler says quietly.

"DAYS?!!!" Emma shoots up into a sitting position, alarmed, feeling her collar tug on her neck. She repositions herself so the leash isn't choking her, then tries to sound calmer as she asks, "How many?"

"Four... no five," Tyler responds, again quietly.

"FIVE DAYS???"

"Hey, calm down Emma! Look, you had an infection, it would have hurt you a lot if I kept you awake. So I just let you sleep until you healed. NOW let me show you how you feel! Lie back again."

Emma feels really violated and doesn't rush to obey her brother's instruction. He just takes her shoulders and lies her back on the bed. She doesn't resist, but doesn't plan on being so compliant with him anymore -- not after doing THAT to her!

"Tyler..." she begins to voice her disappointment, but he cuts her off placing a finger on her lips to silence her.

"For one thing, I'm sure you've noticed you're wearing panties now. Before, you were in so much pain you couldn't even do that! Also, check this out!" Tyler puts his hand right on his sister's mound and rubs it intensely. "Doesn't hurt, does it? Feels good, right?" He pulls her panties back and inserts his middle finger up into her vagina. "Isn't this great?"

Emma gets SOME pleasure from Tyler's touching, but not much. He's not really doing it in a kind, gentle, caring way, and she's just woken up... she's not really in the mood. Annoyed, she reaches for his hand and pulls it away from her, pulling her panties back up and sitting up in the bed. Then she pulls her nightgown over her knees and clutches her legs defensively.

Tyler's insulted. But not for long. Emma sat up too quickly and she feels rather dizzy and nauseated. She puts a hand up to her head and another on the wall to steady herself. Tyler sees this. "Okay, calm down little sister, you've been through a lot. Let's just take it easy, one step at a time, okay?" He sits behind her and holds her, kissing her neck. "I'll get you some water to drink... don't try standing up until I get back."

"Here, drink this slowly."

After drinking the water, she feels better. "Do you want to try to stand up now?" Tyler asks.

"Yeah," she says, still annoyed but trying to forget about it. Tyler detaches her leash from the bed and holds it in his hand. He holds his other hand out for her. She swings her legs over the side of the bed, takes his hand, and slowly stands up. She wobbles at first and uses his arm to steady herself, but after a few steps starts to get the hang of walking again.

"I gave you lots of exercise while you slept so that it wouldn't be too hard for you to walk again," Tyler mentions as she slowly takes a few more steps. "Anyway, why don't you come to the kitchen and have something to eat, then we'll figure out what we're going to do today."

"I want to get dressed first," Emma says.

"Nobody's home -- just us," Tyler responds.

"Still."

Tyler shrugs. "Okay, sure." He locks her leash to a ring on the wall.

"I can choose my own clothes," she says as he walks towards the cupboards. Tyler just laughs in response. "Really."

"Don't be silly, that's what I'm here for, remember?"

"Long jeans and a T-shirt, then."

Tyler turns around and looks at her, obviously annoyed. "Now Emma, I know you've been through a lot and you're still kind of out of it and stuff. But don't push it. You don't want to spend your first day awake locked in a cage all day long, do you? You'll wear what I tell you to and I don't want to hear you being rude anymore! This is your last warning. Next time, you'll be LUCKY if all you get is a spanking!" Tyler turns back to the closet and doesn't notice his sister beginning to cry.

"Oh, don't cry, come on, I'm not THAT bad," Tyler says, putting a hand on her shoulder, feeling bad for scolding her. "Look, this outfit should be okay, right? It's not a bikini or anything like that."

Emma nods and wipes her tears. Tyler gives her a tight hug and kisses her. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. Come on, get dressed and let's get you something to eat. You'll feel better soon."

Emma had planned on asking her brother to leave the room while she changed clothes but doesn't now. Instead, she lets her brother dress her completely. She's happy with the outfit he chose, though: a medium length jeans skirt with a white long-sleeved top.

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Once she's sitting on a chair with her leash chained to the kitchen table, Tyler goes to get her some food. He starts by serving her some strawberry-flavored Jello, which seems like the right thing to do for someone just waking up after a medical treatment. After that, he gives her some macaroni and cheese which he warms for her in the microwave. He's not worrying about her diet today. She gobbles the food up quickly, unaware of how hungry she actually is until she starts eating.

She asks for a second, and then a third helping. Tyler refuses to give her the third, though, worrying that she'll be sick if she eats too much, too fast. He tells her that he'll give her some more a little later if she's still hungry, and takes her to the living-room to watch TV on the couch.

"It's Friday today. You have lots of homework waiting for you, but you can do it tomorrow or Sunday. Right now, just relax. If you feel up to it a little later I'd like to take you to do something fun." For now, the twins relax on the couch and watch a silly talk-show.

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"Tyler? Can we talk? Can you shut off the T.V.?"

"Sure hon," Tyler responds, pressing the button.

"Look... I don't know what to say, so many thoughts are going through my mind... I have a favor to ask..."

"Okay, what?"

"I'm... I'm still feeling really out of it, from everything that happened, and it's kinda hard for me to think. So I want you to let me talk freely without you punishing me if I say something you don't like. I... I'll try not to, but if I do please understand it's just by accident because of what happened and I don't mean it."

Tyler sighs, looks at his sister and can tell she's really trying, and really confused about something. "Okay, sure. I promise that I won't punish you no matter what you say for the next ten minutes."

"Thanks," she says, and, though she doesn't feel much like doing it, makes a point of smiling, and leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.

He pats her had. "So what's on your mind?"

Emma leans over a bit on her side, takes a long, deep breath. "Look. I... I appreciate you looking after me and stuff... I... I know you wanted what's best for me... but... I don't want... I mean... I don't want to be mad at you but I am a little mad and I wish I wasn't and... I..."

Emma pauses for a few moments to collect her thoughts, then tries to speak more clearly. "I just feel like you've gone a little too far. Remember, you said you'd talk to Mom about me deciding when I want to 'play' or not. And now... you shouldn't have kept me asleep for a whole week like this. I'm a person! I should have known exactly what would happen to me and been able to decide for myself if I wanted it. I... I LIKE playing with you, REALLY I do! But you gotta remember that it's still just a game, and in reality I'm not a slave or a pet or whatever you call it."

Tyler looks at his sister and thinks. He tries to think of the best way to respond. Should he be angry? Or sensitive? Should he apologize? Or should he punish her?

"Look, Emma," he finally says. "I'm sorry you feel this way. But I don't regret what I did. I was right. And it has nothing to do with whether or not you really are a slave or a pet or what. You were sick, in pain, suffering, and because of that you weren't able to make clear decisions. I know that now, after the fact, you THINK you're unhappy about it, but remember, NOW your pussy isn't hurting anymore, right? Can you try to remember how much it hurt beforehand? Can you imagine going a week straight with it hurting like that and more, nonstop? Maybe you think you can, but you can't. Whenever someone's sick in hospital there comes a time when someone else has to make decisions for them. You're no different. I did for you what I thought was best for you and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. And, like I said, what kind of pet or slave you really are has nothing to do with this -- even if we NEVER started living like this I STILL would have had to do this to you. So I can understand your being upset, but you're just going to have to get over it.

"On the bright side, though, you do realize that this was an exception, not something that happens every day! You were sick, and usually you aren't. So I don't think you have to worry about it happening to you again, soon. Now we go back to how we were before you got sick. You really don't have to worry."

Emma thinks for a little longer. "You're... you're WRONG, Tyler!" she says, getting tears in her eyes as she sits up defensively. "Yeah, I was in pain, but I was still able to make decisions! I wasn't like someone dying in the hospital!"

"Okay, Emma, look, I think I wasn't wrong, okay? But just forget about it already, it's not going to happen again anyway! Just thank me that you're not hurting and let's get on with our lives!"

Emma sees Tyler getting upset and gets a little nervous. "Look, could you let me have some time alone? I mean, without this?" she says, tugging at the leash which Tyler's holding tightly, "And up in my own room? Let me have some time to relax a bit and hopefully I'll start feeling better."

Tyler stands up. "No, sorry. And your permission to say things without worrying about being punished for them is now officially over. Maybe I'll give you some alone time a little later, but right now I have other plans for you. First thing: A bath. I've been sponging your body down while you were sleeping, but it's time you had a real good soak. After that I'll tell you what you're gonna do next." He pulls at her leash, forcing her to stand.

"Then at least let me bathe myself," she implores.

"Enough! From this point on, until I tell you otherwise, you need my permission to speak unless I ask you a question directly. Can you control your mouth? Or do you need this?" He shows her the ball-gag he just pulled out of his pocket.

"But..." she begins and WHACK! takes a loud blow to her jeans-covered rear. She yelps, more from being startled than pain.

"PUT IT ON! NOW!" he says, shoving the gag at her. It takes another swat to convince her that she has no choice and finally the poor little girl puts the gag in her mouth and allows her brother to buckle and lock it.

"On your knees!" he commands. "You will crawl to where I'm taking you. You need to get used to obeying again!"

Emma sniffles as, down on all fours, she is led by the leash back to the converted garage.

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Inside the garage, Tyler activates his sister's collar. He locks her leash to the frame of his bed and goes into the bathroom to fill the tub with warm, sudsy water. Leaving the water running, he leaves the bathroom and rummages through a drawer. "You can be naked, or you can wear this," he says, tossing a string bikini at her. "Put it on quick if that's what you're choosing."

Tyler goes back to the bathroom to check on the water. Emma unzips and steps out of her skirt. She's feeling very sad and frustrated; she doesn't want to be treated like this now. She THOUGHT Tyler would be more understanding! Right now, she REALLY doesn't want Tyler seeing her naked. She wants her pride, her dignity back. But, even though she realizes there's a good chance Tyler will return to the room before she's properly dressed in the bikini, she figures that if she's not ready -- or at least trying her best to get ready -- by the time the bath is full, he's going to be putting her into the water wearing nothing at all.

Emma's just finishing tying her top on when Tyler emerges again from the bathroom. "Good girl," he says, walking up to her, putting his right hand on her left cheek and kissing her other one. "Glad to see you're ready. The bath is ready for you, too." He unlocks her leash, picks her up, carries her to the bathroom, and places her inside the tub.

"Would you like me to wash you? Or would you prefer to wash yourself?" Tyler asks his sister.

She's pleasantly surprised by his offer and says, "Oh, I'll do it myself, I guess." She begins lathering up her body with suds. Tyler sits himself down on the closed toilet seat and watches her silently.

Emma silently soaks in the hot water for a long time. It gives her such a soothing feeling that she finds herself getting into a better mood. She lies back in the tub to relax and looks over at her brother who is sitting there on the toilet seat watching her. She thinks she sees love and concern in his eyes.

She thinks to herself about what he said to her earlier. She still thinks what he did was wrong... but it's too late to change that anyway. She knows that, despite not liking his methods, he did go to great lengths to take care of her during her recovery period.

As if he could read her mind, choosing the most advantageous moment -- from his point-of-view -- to make a comment, Tyler says softly, "You know, Emma, I love you so much! I was so worried about you! I could think of nothing but making you better. PLEASE don't be mad at me."

Emma sighs and thinks for a minute or two. Then she looks at her brother and smiles. "Want to join me?" she asks with a wink.

Tyler hops off the toilet, bends down into the tub, and gives his sister a kiss on the forehead. Then he hops out of the bathroom and comes back a minute or two later wearing black baggy swimming shorts. Emma scoots over towards the drain and Tyler climbs into the water, sitting down behind her. He parts his legs and gently pulls Emma backwards. She slides back a bit to rest her head against Tyler's bare chest.

Tyler leans forward and takes her shoulders in his hands, kissing them and her back as the come close. He gently pulls her in closer and kisses her cheeks. He wraps his arms around her chest and hugs her to him tightly. Emma's head is beside Tyler's. Their faces are touching. They're both smiling happily, peacefully, contently.

After just sitting there together for a while, enjoying each other's warmth and heartbeat, Tyler starts to move his hands on Emma's shoulders, giving her a very pleasant massage. Emma's body goes limp as she enjoys the rub-down.

Tyler considers moving his hands down Emma's chest but decides to take his time with her private parts. He gently pushes Emma up and has her slide forward again. He slides forward too and lies down in the water and pulls Emma so that she turns over and lies on top of him, stomach to stomach.

She hooks her chin over Tyler's shoulder, resting her head against his, as his hands begin to expertly work their way across her back. She loves it! She closes her eyes and enjoys the sensations.

Tyler's hands massage her back, tangling themselves a few times in the strings of her bikini top. "You can take that off," she purrs in his ear.

"That's okay," Tyler says, purposely giving her more privacy than usual.

"Hey, my chest's covered by yours anyway at the moment, so it doesn't really make a difference," Emma notes, and momentarily sits up on her knees, straddling her brother. Reaching behind her neck she unties the top strings, then the bottom ones, tosses the bikini top onto the counter and lies back down against her brother.

Tyler's amused, and begins rubbing his sister's back again. He notices that she's positioned slightly lower down on him now so that his erect little penis, tenting out of his bathing suit, is pressing right against her crotch. She doesn't seem to be bothered by that.

Tyler's rubbing is very soothing. Combined with the pressure against her crotch, both from his penis and also just from the way her lower body is pressed against his, she is also getting somewhat aroused. When Tyler repeatedly avoids touching her bottom when moving down her back, she gets frustrated and says "Oh, please don't stop there!"

Only a few minutes later, Emma's lying on top of her brother but face up. His penis is pressing against her butt crack, while his hands are touching her whole upper body. He asks if he can touch her where her bathing suit is and she grunts consent. He rubs her crotch a bit on top of the suit, and then she lifts the waistband for him and allows his fingers to explore what's beneath it.

Emma's forgotten completely that she was mad at him. She's completely lost in pleasure.

"Oh let me get rid of this," she says, finally, extremely aroused and extremely frustrated. She stands up in the tub and facing her brother, steps right out of her bikini bottom and tosses it beside the top on the counter. "Oh stop smirking," she chides, laughing, as she lies back down on top of her brother. She parts her legs as his fingers do their work.

She's so far gone now. Tyler's really aroused too. "Let me take this off you," she whispers, slipping a finger below the waistband of his shorts.

"No, not yet -- let's get out of the bath and dry off." Tyler has to keep his back away from his sister as he dries off as he doesn't really want her noticing his erection. She notices anyway.

Tyler's upset about having to interrupt, not being able to enter her right then and there. But he's still not able to let her see him naked. Then, seeing her naked body standing there, he gets an idea.

Only a second or two later, Emma's towel's been snatched away, her leash is back on and her wrists are cuffed securely behind her back. She doesn't regret that one bit as he rewards her complacence by fingering her girliness.

Tyler quickly pulls her out of the bathroom, grabs a blindfold and applies it to her face. He runs to the cupboards and quickly sets up the rectangular frame he used the first time they played together. That brings back memories! He drags her over to the frame.

Her leash gets locked to the top of the frame after being wrapping around it many times to force her to keep standing up straight. Then her wrists are locked to the top corners of the frame, and her ankles to the bottom corners.

Tyler looks her over from all sides, making sure he hasn't forgotten anything. Satisfied that he hasn't, he drops his shorts. His penis is standing to attention, throbbing.

Tyler tickles his sister's defensless stomach for a moment. She giggles reflexively. Then he applies his mouth to her nipples, licking and sucking, while slowly stroking his penis with his hand. He lets his other hand finger her vagina while his tongue licks his sister's body in one long stroke starting from her right nipple and ending at her cheekbone.

Next he grabs her neck in both his hands, and while kissing her roughly on the lips, he allows his hard throbbing penis to jab at her crotch. For her part, helpless, blind Emma tries to respond and kiss her brother back, though since he's doing it rather hard and unpredictably it's a little difficult to do so.

He doesn't want it to end quickly, so he pulls away and moves behind his sister. He keeps one hand on her neck, nibbling at it and the top of her bare shoulders, while his other hand is through her legs, fingering her vagina. Emma gasps as two of her fingers slide right up her passage, causing only enjoyment, no pain. That's thanks to the doctor.

Tyler removes his hand from his sister's vagina, and she whines, disappointed. But it's only temporary. He loops his arm around her side and puts his hand back onto her crotch while allowing his penis to rub itself against her butt-crack. His other hand moves to gently pinch his sister's nipples. Both twins are very excited now. They're aching for relief.

After trying to insert his penis into her vagina from behind and seeing that it doesn't really work (he's still young and not very long), he moves back in front of her and does so. He's glad it works this way, but after pumping in and out of her a few times, he decides it's still not good enough and decides to take her to the bed.

"Take your blindfold off and I'll kill you!" Tyler warns as he removes his sister's bonds. Once she's free, he puts one hand on the back of her neck and his other through her legs on her vagine, and pushes her until she's at the bed. "Get up!" he commands, and she does so. He helps her lie down on her back. Before enterring her again, he takes a minute to buckle her wrists to the headboard of the bed. He leaves her ankles untied, though.

She's just as eager for the sex to continue and willingly spreads her legs for her brother, who thrusts inwards wasting no time.

In, out, in, out... suck a nipple... lick a lip... kiss hard...

Emma's enjoying it just as much as her brother, thrusting her hips towards him and trying to squeeze his penis with her vagina muscles. Finally, Tyler tenses up and lets out a gasp as the tension is released. Emma's disappointed it's over, but pleased that it was so pleasurable, not like the pain she felt the first time.

Tyler lies on top of his sister, panting, trying to catch his breath. 'That was amazing!' he thinks to himself. When he finally pulls his penis out, it comes out with a wet splat. Looking down, he sees it's covered in slime -- a mixture of his and his sister's juices. He's a little surprised -- last time it didn't look as wet. Then he looks at his sister's bound, helpless body, and smiles mischieviously.

He crawls up her body until his crotch is near her face. Emma feels him getting closer, but has no idea what he intends to do. Positioning himself strategically above his sister's face, he clamps her nose shut and commands her, "Open up!" She's a little surprised by his demanding tone -- she would have done it willingly, he didn't need to pinch her nose -- but she opens her mouth wide, obediently, anyway.

A second later she feels a very wet finger inside her mouth, against her tongue. No, wait -- fingers don't feel that way! "Lick it clean, suck it," Tyler instructs her. She closes her mouth around what she now realizes is his penis! This is the first time she's ever been able to be so close to it, first time she's ever been able to FEEL it! Well, she's still not using her fingers, but her tongue is quite sensitive too!

It's too bad that it's covered in slime -- she would have prefered to be introduced to its natural taste first. But she's happy that he's letting her do this all the same. The taste of his prepubescent semen mixed with her vagina excretions is unlike anything she's tasted before. Not exactly decadent, but also not bad tasting. It tastes fine, somewhat sweet, somewhat salty. She sucks and licks and swallows until he pulls it away from her with the satisfied declaration, "That's enough."

"Thank-you," Tyler's sister says. "That was amazing!"

"Glad you liked it sis, but no more talking now unless you're told to." He finishes wiping himself off and donning his pajamas, and then goes to untie his sister. "Go get cleaned up," he says. "Brush your teeth well, I don't want the taste of cum in your mouth or I won't be able to kiss you."

Once Emma thinks she's clean enough, her naked body exits the bathroom, wondering if Tyler's going to dress her. He doesn't though, and as soon as she enters the main room, she knows where she's headed. But she doesn't resist. Tyler slings her naked body over his shoulder and feeds it through the opening of her birdcage. Once she's inside, he locks the door closed. "Go to sleep," he says, turning out all the lights and leaving the garage.

Eventually, she does.