Andy and Thomas 38

Mrs. G took it easy on us for the first few days we were back. She let us watch TV in the living room. Of course we had to be bound and gagged the entire time though. And she let us go swimming in the pool. But we had to wear the pink bikinis she bought for us a while ago. She also had Mark's girlfriend take us on more walks.

Fran didn't mind it. She loved seeing us all dressed up and covered in makeup. She loved my cousin Paige's idea. Her and Mrs. G discussed it and agreed that we should continue shaving our arms and legs that summer. We had no choice or say. Mrs. G was also pleased with the result. She liked how smooth and shiny our legs looked in hosiery and said it looked so much better now. 

A couple of weeks later, Mrs. G told us she was taking a brief vacation. She asked Mark and Fran if they would be around but they told her they also planned to go away. That left us and Rob. We got down on the floor and kissed her sweaty, smelly nylon clad feet. 

"Please Mrs. G! Don't leave us alone with Rob! I'm begging you! He's going to tickle us the whole time or worse!" 

"Yeah mom please don't leave! We'll do anything you want! Just don't leave us alone with him. He's going to make our lives a living hell the whole time you're away!" But no amount of begging could get her to change her mind. 

She left the next day after she made us breakfast. We had changed our clothes and put on clean bras, panties, a pink sundress for me and an orange sundress for Thomas. She gave Thomas brown hose to put on and gave me beige pantyhose. She didn't tie us or gag us. She left that up to Rob.

"I'm gonna go easy on you today" he said. "You can watch tv instead of spending the day downstairs." We knew he wasn't going to let us roam free. But we didn't expect him to use the hand and ankle cuffs. We pleaded but he wasn't listening. Once our hands and feet were shackled, he rounded up some dirty stockings that belonged to their mom and the ballgags. 

"Not the ballgags!" Thomas cried. 

"Yeah, anything but the ballgags! Please Rob! Don't gag us with those! I'm-"

Our pleas were cut off by a mouthful of stockings. Then he stuffed the balls in and buckled the straps behind our heads. We tried to get comfortable on the couch. The hand and ankle cuffs were joined together by a long chain, so anytime we moved the chains would clink or make noise. 

Rob checked on us in the afternoon. "Comfy?" 

"MMMMPPPPPHHHHH!" I screamed. 

"Just sit back and relax. Enjoy the tv and try to be quiet ok?" 

Rob briefly tickled our stockinged feet and left us alone once again. I already knew what he had in store for us. Tickling, sock gags, the hand and ankle cuffs. 

He let us both go for dinner which was pizza that he ordered. And then he let us use the bathroom and we had to go back downstairs. We were cuffed hand and foot and ballgagged again. Then it was lights out. I rolled onto my side and mumbled into my ballgag. I was saying "I'm so sick of this." 

Thomas grunted and nodded his head. He seemed to understand. I sighed and mumbled "your brother sucks." He nodded and mumbled again. We kept up the gag talk for a few minutes and then tried to get some rest. I don't remember falling asleep but I woke up to Rob tickling my feet. I mumbled a few curses into my gag and waited for him to unlock the cuffs. We rubbed our sore wrists and ankles and went upstairs to use the bathroom. He made us cook our own breakfast and he wouldn't let us take the gags off until it was done. 

Then we changed. We put on clean bras and filled them with pads, panties, yellow sundresses, and tan pantyhose. Our nails were painted yellow at the time too. "Let's go" Rob said after we were dressed. "Back downstairs." We sighed but let him march us downstairs so he could cuff our hands and feet. 

"Open wide" he said holding a rolled sock. I didn't argue this time. I just opened my mouth and let him cram his sock in. "Make room for the second one" he said and pushed his other sock in all the way. Then he wrapped tape around my head a few times. 

"Don't feel left out Thomas. I've got some dirty socks for you too." He stuffed them in his mouth and gagged him with tape too. 

Then he picked up where he left off that morning by tickling our feet. 

"Tickle, tickle, tickle" he taunted me. "Tickle, tickle, tickle. Tickle, tickle, tickle." He kept that up the entire time he ran his fingers up and down my soles. Then he gave the taunting a rest while he tickled my arches and the balls of my feet. 

Then he started poking his fingers in between my toes and tickling between them. "This little piggy went to market" he said. "This little piggy went home. And this little piggy got tickled all day long." I let out a furious grunt from my gag at that last part. 

He tickled my feet for an hour and then he moved onto Thomas. I watched silently and helplessly while he tickled his brothers feet for an hour straight. He gave us a break afterwards. Then he picked up right where he left off again. He did this on and off for the rest of the day. By the time he was done, I was too tired to laugh or mumble or groan or do anything. 

We ate dinner and spent the rest of the night in the basement. Rob woke us up early the next morning and let us eat breakfast. He told me to go change but not Thomas. I went and put on a clean bra and stuffed it with pads, panties, a blue sundress, and chocolate colored pantyhose. When I got back Rob was letting Thomas clean off his nails with nail polish remover. 

"Our dad is coming home for the day. That's the bad news. The good news is he wants to have a father son day with Thomas. So I'll be around to keep you company. Now let's go. I'm going to tie you up and gag you downstairs before he gets home."

"Please don't!" I cried. "I'm so sick of being tied up or cuffed and gagged all the time! Just give me a break for one day!" I dropped down to my hands and knees and kissed his sweaty bare feet but he was having none of it. "Come on let's go" he said. He dragged me downstairs, laid me down on the mat, and cuffed me hand and foot. "Open wide." He shoved a ball of nylons into my mouth and then stuffed the ballgag in and locked it behind my head. 

But he wasn't done yet. He took a roll of tape and wrapped it around my head and mouth five times. Then he wrapped an ace bandage over that and few more wraps of tape over the ace bandage. I could hardly make a sound. 

I heard their dad come home later and then I heard him and Thomas leave. Then I heard Rob coming back down the stairs. "Comfortable?" he asked. I let out a weak grunt from my tight gag.

Rob pulled up a chair and propped his feet up on the bed. He made sure they were right in my face. 

"I didn't shower yet today" he said. "I think I showered yesterday, maybe in the morning. I also forgot to wear socks yesterday." I could tell from the stench. He wiggled his toes in my face and I gagged from the smell. 

He moved his bare feet a little bit closer. "Deep whiffs" he told me. "Nice and deep. I want to feel the air passing between my toes." He wiggled them again to taunt me. 

"Keep smelling. Deep whiffs. Really take in the smell. How does it smell? Nice and cheesy?" I nodded my head. 

I had no choice but to keep smelling through my nose because of the gag. Every time I breathed in I would get a whiff of his rancid feet. "Deep, deep whiffs. Keep sniffing. It's not like you have a choice. How does it feel to be forced to smell your best friends brothers feet?" 

I couldn't really say anything with that tight gag and a mouthful of stockings. I could only make weak groans and whimpers and mumbles. And I knew he couldn't understand anything I was trying to say. So I didn't really respond to any of his taunts or commands. I just laid there and unwillingly inhaled his stinking feet. He made himself comfortable and kept his feet propped up on the bed for a long time while he looked at his phone, occasionally wiggling his toes to taunt me. 

He disappeared for a little while and came back and helped me sit up. He didn't unlock the hand or ankle cuffs but he did start removing my gag. It took a few minutes for him to unwrap the tape and ace bandage. Once he got to the ballgag, he unbuckled it and let me spit out the mouthful of stockings. It was a relief. 

"Since you were so eager to kiss my feet before, here's your chance."

"Oh please no" I said. "I would rather be gagged again." 

"You don't have a choice unless you want everyone to know how much you love wearing pantyhose and dresses in the summer." 

I got down on the floor and he sat back down in his chair. He crossed his feet so his soles were right in my face. I kissed one of his soles and gagged from the salty taste. "You have to do better than that" he said. 

I kissed his foot several more times and then moved to the other foot. I tried not to breathe in as I kissed each sole for several minutes. 

"Now lick them" he said. 

I groaned but ran my tongue up one of his soles. I retched from the taste of his salty sweat. "Keep going." 

I licked up and down his soles until he was satisfied. Every time my tongue scraped across his bare soles, I tried not to throw up. 

"That's good enough" Rob said. I begged him to let me wash my mouth out but he shoved the ball of worn stockings back into my mouth and locked the ballgag behind my head. Then he added a few wraps of tape over that but he didn't use the bandage or anything else. It was more than enough to keep me quiet when his dad and Thomas got home. He did let me use the bathroom before they got back, but I had to spend the rest of the day downstairs. I got one more chance to use the bathroom and eat when his dad went to sleep. 

I woke up to Rob tickling my nylon feet again. I grunted through my gag and glared at him. He finally unlocked the cuffs and let me take that tight gag off. My jaws ached from the ballgag and I couldn't get the taste of his feet or those stockings out of my mouth. 

"Thomas has to have his nails painted again so Rosie and Katie are stopping by in a little bit. Why don't you go get changed before they come over?" 

We put on new bras and stuffed them with padding, panties, green sundresses, but we waited until Rosie and Katie got there to put pantyhose on. It made it easier for them to get to our nails right away. Rosie and Katie decided to paint them deep purple this time. When our nails dried we put on brown pantyhose. They didn't stay for long. But they reminded us about their friends and said they were going to stop by again one day before the summer was over. 

We spent the rest of the week waiting for Mrs. G to get back. The day she got home we were cuffed hand and foot, ballgagged, and cleaning up around the house. We groveled at her feet when she came through the door and removed her shoes. We rubbed her nylon feet and mmphed into our gags, pleading for her to free us.

She unlocked the cuffs and let us take the gags off. We removed the ballgags and spit out two socks that belonged to Rob. She sat down in the living room and we resumed rubbing her nylon feet. She curled and flexed her toes to taunt us. I gagged from the smell.

"I guess it's been a few days. You probably aren't used to the smell again yet." 

She continued to curl, flex, wiggle her toes while we rubbed and massaged her soles and arches. 

"You can take a break today. No more cleaning. As long as you keep rubbing my feet. It can wait until tomorrow. Now massage my heels and toes." 

I hated rubbing her smelly, sweaty feet, but I have to admit her feet always looked pretty. Especially with the nylons. Her nails were always painted and well taken care of. And her soles were soft and smooth. I gave her soles a few pecks, hoping she would show us some mercy. Her nylons were salty and tasted disgusting, but I gave her soles and toes a few more kisses.

Thomas followed me and gave her foot a few quick kisses. 

"I think you're getting used to the smell again" she said and laughed. "And the taste! Why don't we go ahead and take those off?" 

We pulled off her stockings and she told us to resume kissing her feet. We kissed her soles, arches, and heels a few times. Then she made us lick between her toes. I cleaned between each toe with my tongue, swallowing anything I found. I swallowed a bunch of toe cheese as she liked to call it and choked and retched. 

She made us rub her feet on and off all day. We didn't care since we weren't tied up or gagged. But of course that only lasted until after dinner. Rob helped Mrs. G tape and tie us up downstairs after dinner and left us there until the next morning.