Tie Me to You: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2
Delivery

The lull of the day was still not settling through the slits in the window and the temperature was low enough for anyone to sleep without a blanket, but that wasn't the case with Ana Sofía. Her eyes lay observing the ceiling of her room, open with the lucidity of a person awake for an hour. The clock marked 6 am exactly and only tried to remember when it had been the last time she woke up so early on a Saturday. Saturdays usually were her 'lazy day', as she herself called it. Sundays usually slept until very late because normally she went out to have drinks and dance with her friends the night before.

But this was an atypical weekend.

Her head returned to remember the conversation they had yesterday, and once again, the typical adrenaline void invaded her stomach. Anxiety and excitement battled each other in a war that seemed to be taking place in the mouth of her stomach. She had agreed to something she never would have imagined, much less with her sister...It's my bloody sister! Did I lose my head?!

Took the pillow and covered his face when he started to feel like the colors were slipping away from him and turned over on the bed. Maybe if he had lost his mind and dragged Lu down with her, but there was no turning back now. I said goodbye to the words.Her submissive and my love.

In a moment of lucidity, he removed the pillow from his face and went back to looking at the ceiling in search of an answer to several questions: What did it exactly mean? How would it affect their relationship from now on?

He had spent all night reading, researching where he was getting himself into and discovered that a D and SThey could live a totally normal life. After all, what happened between four walls stayed within four walls. But the relationships BDSMThey would go further than a simple night of sex and frequently used their entire environment for the 'scenes'.Sex...

Stifled her mouth, fearing that her sister might hear her say that word, even in her thoughts. Was she really thinking about sex?With your sister?I was fighting with myself from many different angles; first of all, she wasn't lesbian. She had never felt that type of attraction towards another woman, in fact, she could say that the only girl who made her attractive enough to say she liked her...Lu.

Her forehead creased in front of that insolent and dangerous thought. Immediately he began to search his memories for another woman who seemed 'catchable' to him, reviewing actresses, athletes, and singers, but he felt none were as attractive as his sister.Yes, I went crazy with rage.

Intented to sleep again, but when she realized it was futile, she got up. She walked, stretching on the way, straight to the laundry and quickly cleaned her teeth and face. She took off a tiny fuchsia blouse that she had been wearing since the previous day and replaced it with a long-sleeved black sweatshirt with a large golden tribal eagle on the chest. On the back, number seven stood out, along with her sister's name at the bottom. It was from the university women's basketball team and Ana Lucia had given it to her. She changed into more comfortable underwear and headed towards the kitchen. She was so used to wearing only lingerie in the apartment that leaving her room in those conditions seemed normal to her.Would that change from now on?She thought but didn't give it more importance. The place was in complete silence and still struggled between the twilight and the first rays of the sun. Her objective was to reach the kitchen and prepare a good substantial breakfast, causing the least possible noise. Her sister had a friendly match at 10 am and liked to do something that would fill her with energy, leave her satisfied, but not cause that unpleasant feeling of heaviness she had complained about many times after eating.

She opted for a yummy and nutritious fruit salad and a bowl of yogurt with granola. She picked the fruit and put it on two plates, poured the yogurt into cups, and let a rain of various cereals fall quickly, which began to sink rapidly. She left the food on the breakfast bar and accompanied it with a bottle of orange juice from the supermarket.

It was almost 8 am when she finished everything, just the moment when a tangled orange-haired head emerged from the hallway. Lu appeared yawning, with her mouth still pasty and wearing only an enormous t-shirt from some NBA team she didn't know. She squinted her eyes in an attempt to clear them.

Breakfast? she murmured, still feeling the grip of sleep. For champions. Go wash your mouth and let's eat. Yes,mama

It didn't matter more, she turned around and walked in the direction of the bathroom. Ana Sofía smiled at her sister's characteristic sarcasm and wondered if from now on, she could still give orders like that. 2 Tomorrow passed as usual for the Menotti sisters. They had breakfast, talking about unnecessary things like the trends of the day TwitterThey commented on what it seemed like chapter six of ' had looked likeArcanea series that both of them had started to watch and which had fascinated them. With the clock marking nine in the morning, So settled into her room to review her notes from classVisual Communication and Photography. Her concentration on her notes didn't prevent her from looking sideways towards Lu's room. Lu was already closing her athletic bag and preparing to leave when she stopped at the door of the room, turned around on her heels, put her backpack back on the bed, and opened it. Uniform, thermos flask, shoes, and wristbands came out again, and the younger sister had to put aside her reading to find out what was happening. 'I don't find my lucky socks', exclaimed the older one when she saw her enter. Minutes later, So showed off the item she had reached under a pile of clothes that lay on the ergonomic presidential chair where Lu studied. —Thanks — said, put away the things and left. Ana Sofía looked at the exit door for an extra couple of seconds, just where her sister had just left, feeling like this 'normality' she was exhibiting was taking a toll on her psyche. She hoped that at any moment she would mention something about yesterday, give her some... order, or something similar. She started questioning the possibility that he had forgotten it or, worse, taken it as a joke. She clicked her tongue when a slight sting of pain began in her chest due to that last understanding. She did say 'it'enserioHe returned to his room and turned up the volume on his player, began to hum along with Taylor Swift's rhythm and ended his study session. It was impossible to concentrate. He decided to take his phone and start browsing through TwitterAnd when she realized, it was past 10 am. The game had started. She quickly searched for the women's basketball team account at the university and immediately read that the Eagles were winning thirty-five to twenty-two. A new notification arrived.tweetAnother triple by Ana Menotti, and now they are 5, accompanied by the emojiFrom the flame and a surprised face. Sedejó to fall on the bed and placed the phone on his chest, unable to contain a giant smile. Lu was the damn pride of his life. They couldn't deny it, even though he had never tried to make it happen, without caring that it might provoke some out-of-place questions from his friends. He was her number one fan, her greatest admirer and would be forever. Soretiró a few strands of hair from his forehead and adjusted them behind his ear, remembering the discussion with his dad when he confessed that he would study journalism at the same university as Lu. He loved his career and that was his main argument, social communication thrilled him, giving news, sharing any type of information. He had a natural talent for making any topic interesting and that's why the blue bird's social network was her favorite and more than forty-five thousand followers who followed her confirmed it. Pero había otra razón que mantenía solo para ella; wanted to be the one who wrote the first article when his sister arrived at WNBAHe laughed again at that silly goal he had stuck between his eyebrows, which seemed more like the fantasy of a little girl. Pear was her goal and if Luno made it to play in the best league in the world, she didn't care, she would write something abouthis prideHe decided to leave the cell phone on the bed and, with renewed energy, took back his laptop and placed it on his legs to continue polishing the notes he needed for class. He got so caught up in work that he was surprised when the phone vibrated beside him and even more surprised when he realized it was 12:14 PM.

Immediately, as if a switch had been flipped inside him, hunger invaded him.

'Lu: What are you doing? 12:11'

The notification that had arrived was a message from his sister. It was clear that the game had already ended and probably the coach had kept them back for a chat.After gameSomething that happened habitually.

Nada, I was studying 12:11

Did they win? 12:12

Lu: Of course, I scored 27 points haha 12:12

Lu: I'll be there in a bit. Do you want to order something? 12:12

Bravo, champion 12:12

Please, I'm dying of hunger 12:12

Lu: Okay, but you have to receive it 12:13

Okay 12:13

Lu: I'll let you know when the delivery is on its way 12:13

Sono responded, put the phone back on the bed and got up. She walked towards the closet, stretching her stiff arms. She searched for a short skirt to wear while receiving the delivery, but before dressing, the cell phone vibrated again. She took a blue lycra shorts and went back to the device. It was another message from her sister:

Lu: Send me a photo wearing only a towel 12:16

Casise choked with his own saliva.

The heart began to beat frantically inside her chest. The wide-eyed eyes read the message a dozen times, maybe more, and each time she felt her face burning a little more. A nervous smile appeared on her face and she started looking around in various directions, fearing it was a joke and that her sister had arrived without her noticing to mock her reaction.

But no only hadn't arrived, but she began to intuit a hint of authority in this simple yet effective message. She quickly started thinking, so anxious that her hands were shaking. Was this related to the conversation they had yesterday? Was it an order?Was it an order of mistress to submissive?

Nose dared to answer and stood there for so long, not moving, that the phone's screen had gone out and she could see her reflection; her chest rose and fell, and indecision was written on each of her facial expressions.

She left the device and looked at her trembling hands. She started listening to the frantic sound of her own heart and the alarms in her head began to ring. However, she ignored all the signs and, without thinking about anything else, began to undress; the sweatshirt quickly passed over her head, revealing a pair of breasts that bobbed slightly when she threw the sweater into the closet. Her size was ideal for one hand to cover almost entirely, and the smooth pale skin was bathed in a hundred pinkish-brown spots that spread until the clavicle. The nipples pointed like buttons, tense and pale pink, more suggestive than anything.

The fingers hooked the elastic of the panties and pulled them down quickly. She lifted one leg and then the other to free herself from the garment that landed softly on the carpet. She looked at her full-body mirror mounted on the door and a wave of pleasure hit her like a sea wave. She ran her hand over her entire body, from her feet and ankles, passing through the line of suspenders and thighs, noticing her pubis was meticulously depilated and her flat abdomen adorned with a small jewel in her navel. The shadow of her ribs somberly hovered on either side, and her indulgent breasts rose and fell to the rhythm of her heavy breathing. She observed how her clavicle marked her chest and disappeared before reaching her shoulders, and how her neck vibrated when she swallowed. She met her gaze, bright like crystal, in the reflection and surprised herself by biting her lower lip.

She grabbed that image in her retina. It wasn't the first time she had seen herself naked, but it was the first time she had seen herself naked for ordersFrom the hallway, she took one of the towels from the bathroom and wrapped herself in it. The rough fabric twirled around her breasts and anchored itself to one side, falling freely to cover the birth of her thighs. She returned to the room and with phone in hand, activated the camera Selfies.When the image immortalized itself, it discovered that the fabric barely reached to cover its pubis, which was timidly poking out from below. The image revolutionized more and sent the file to Ana Lucía's chat without thinking.

It followed there, motionless. It felt like if it tried to walk, its legs would fail it. An intense tingling concentrated in its lower belly, sending small currents towards its sex, altering it even more. Alarms continued ringing in its mind with vehemence, but something unknown had appeared and began to bury them at a depth where it barely noticed them, confusing it.

It didn't understand itself either.

It felt like shame was eating it alive. In fact, the mere idea of seeing her sister's face after this event was eating away at it from inside. But that 'something' it couldn't identify took care of calming all those emotions, distorting them into a state of plurality that also brought pleasure.¡Tiiirinnnn!

The phone almost fell out of her hands when the bell rang. She nervously looked at the door to her room, hesitating in her action. Immediately, she received another message: 'Lu: 12:27'. Another ring made her react. The order was clear.

She started walking slowly but decisively, realizing that the opening of the curtain opened every time she lifted her right leg, leaving her even more exposed. She took the top part, where she had attached the fabric and held it firmly, securing it so it wouldn't fall... and opened.

'Delivery, 24 varied rolls and two cans of Spri...'

When the boy raised his face, he found himself with what was possibly the best image of his life. A beautiful redheaded girl, very good, received him with a towel barely covering her pussy. Ana Sofía took the bags that the frozen guy didn't even finish offering. She turned around, feeling like the towel barely covered more than half of her ass. She felt morbid, perverted, and this was provoking mixed sensations inside her.

'Thanks...' she said smiling, and then closed the door.

The bags fell to the floor and her back hit the wooden door when she let herself fall. She breathed deeply, feeling adrenaline running freely through her system. A couple of minutes later, she picked up the packages and left them on the table, checked her phone to verify if there were any other messages. There weren't, so she dropped the phone onto her bed and headed towards the bathroom.

She was going to make herself masturbate.Author's Notes:
Update, chapter 2. Many thanks to all who have read so far, especially those who have commented and added to their favorites. I hope to see you in this new part.


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