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Breeding My Tied and Bound Sister
Whole Family Breeding - Brother and Sister 5
Rayne Vice
The party had been dying for an hour when they got her.
Abby had been curled on the couch with the last warm beer, barefoot, in her cutoffs and her ratty gray tank top, announcing to the room that she was awake and anyone who said otherwise was a coward. That was her mistake. Declaring yourself conscious at the tail end of a house party is an invitation, and her friends were the kind of people who accepted invitations.
It was Dana's cuffs. Real ones, novelty-grade, bought as a joke two birthdays ago and passed around apartments like a community heirloom. It was Marcus who caught her left wrist and Priya who caught her right, and Abby cursed all three of them by name while they hauled her off the couch and walked her to the stairs.
"I will bite. I'm a biter. You all know this about me."
"Stop wiggling."
"STOP WIGGLING, she says. Three on one and she says stop wiggling." She fought exactly as hard as a person fights who is having fun and losing, which is to say she went along, dragging her heels on the hardwood, and let them clip the cuffs around her wrists and loop the chain over the banister post at the bottom of the stairs. Her arms went up, comfortable-ish, her back to the stair rail, the newel post solid between her cuffed hands. Then Priya's bandana came down over her eyes and knotted at the back of her head, and the world went dark.
"There," Dana said. "Perfect. She's like a little mail package."
"I'm going to remember all of your addresses," Abby said from under the blindfold. "Every one of you. I hope you're writing this down as a group, because the revenge is going to be distributed equally. This is a democracy and I will be its dictator."
The three of them were already moving away, giggling, and Abby tracked them by sound, toward the kitchen, where Shawn was.
He'd been half in and out of the party all night, mostly out, the designated semi-sober one, the guy who fixed the speaker and left again. Abby heard the kitchen conversation happen at a distance. She heard Dana's voice, low and laughing. She caught pieces.
"...do whatever you want to her..."
"...she deserves it, she fell asleep first at the last..."