Chapter 30
I took in the beauty of the countryside, we took a slow walk in order to fully absorb the area. Countless trees whistled as they moved back and forth, the leaves of their branches scratching as they clashed against each other. The luscious green grass covered the landscape, only broken up from the occasional collection of flowers, blues, whites, yellows and reds, each collection taking the attention of my sister and I, expanding the morning walk for a longer period.
My shoes swished as they kicked against the grass, the morning dew soaking into the fabric. Despite feeling the liquid soak into my sock, I was more than happy to stay out for as long as possible. To enjoy the view of the morning and to drag out our eventual leave.
I couldn't say the same about my sister. Whilst she was excited about being outside, she was pleading with her eyes to return back home. It was probably why I was stretching the walk out, whilst I happily kicked my feet against the morning soaked grass, it was Emily's hands and knees that were getting the same treatment.
When the light wind travelled past my body, it flew against my shirt and shorts, causing goosebumps to travel over my body. Emily had no protection, when the same wind hit her, there was no clothes to protect her frame against it; she was entirely naked.
My sister's stare danced around, looking towards every entrance to the field, at every tree, for any signs that we were not alone. Only a collar around her neck covered her bare skin, which connected to a leash I held very tightly. A small, bone gag sat comfortably in her mouth, somewhat fitting for the predicament she found herself in.
"Come on, girl" I commanded loudly, pulling the leash as she began to slow down.
I smiled internally at her expense. I could see her arms and legs trembling, it was very easy for her at this point to crawl on her hands and knees as it was almost second nature to her, but I must admit the situation had my heart going; as much as I was enjoying it too. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her occasionally glance up at me, I automatically assumed this was to gain a sense of comfort, knowing that I was in control of the situation and would protect her if we were spotted by any random passers by.
Secretly, I was just as scared as she was. I had no clue what I would do if we spotted anybody else on this walk. I kept looking out for bushes or high grass areas, somewhere she could jump into in case the worst happened.
It was a suggestion, that was how this morning started. We were having a normal conversation when the topic of her falling asleep on me after I pleasured her orally came up. Whilst Emily reciprocated, she still felt bad for breaking the moment between us. I could recall my sister's face as I suggested how she could make it up to me. With the thoughts of my initial arrival coming to mind, I recalled the moment when I walked her around the house, following a quiet, but public footpath whilst she was locked in the first petplay outfit we had.
As a joke, I suggested we could take it one step further. With the original suit destroyed and the two suits Tanya gave us locked away in a completely different town, I stated she would have to do the walk completely naked. I expected my sister to scream at me, or potentially play-fight with me. Telling me that it was a stupid idea and she would have to do something else to make it up to me, however… She stayed quiet. Emily looked towards the floor with her hands together, her fingers were interlinked whilst she tensed up. She mentally went over the words I said, her brain making a serious choice to an idea I jokingly suggested.
A nod eventually came. I did not have any time to say anything otherwise before she began stripping her clothes off, revealing her completely naked form within seconds. I remembered watching her with my mouth wide open, gasping at the sight in front of me as she walked towards the box that held all of our sex toys. She dug into the crowded box, before bringing out a dog collar and lead, handing them to me whilst she was on her knees, pleading quietly with her eyes.
Before I knew it, we were out of the house. The fresh morning air hit our bodies, the morning sun was already set high on the horizon, but the world around us was extremely quiet. It was a joking request, and neither Emily or I were able to comprehend what we were doing, but we found ourselves in the outside world, my sister's naked form crawling alongside me.
…For some reason, it felt right.
Emily's short, heavy breaths through the gag brought me back to reality. I shouldn't think about what happened for us to get into this situation, I needed to be in the moment and watch out for anyone in the area, anyone who might spot the predicament I forced my sister to be in.
I scanned over her naked form, watching her arms stretched as they pulled her forwards, I watched her knees dig into the ground, covering her skin in a light layer of dirt. When she was behind me, I pulled on the leash; forcing her to keep moving, but my gaze automatically travelled to her butt whilst she was ahead, watching her sex poke out from between her legs.
Emily and I had been through much this year. In the short amount of time we had been together, we had both been looked after by my boss, we temporarily gained another addition to our relationship. We had been caught having sex, I was forced to have an orgasm in front of an audience. Many people saw us in our pet outfits and we had been introduced to others who share a similar lifestyle. In a way, it was rather fitting that this is how we spent the morning of our last day at home. Being naked and on her knees was relatively vanilla at this point for Emily, but the act of being naked and treated like a pet in a public place was rather extreme.
"And… stop," I commanded, trying to hide my smile as I stopped in place.
Emily didn't hear me. I was unsure whether this was due to her mind being elsewhere, or the fact she really didn't want to stop whilst our house was getting closer and closer. The lead eventually ran out, forcing my sister to fall backwards as I held it as tight as I could. With her back now covered in mud, she jumped back onto her knees and spun around, looking at me with that same pleading expression.
"I told you to stop," I said, in a somewhat mocking tone.
She just stared at me with her head cocked, trying to understand what I meant.
"Dogs have to learn commands. What good is a dog if it cannot stop on cue? Let's just keep going."
I continued to walk forwards with her joining me once again at my side. I made sure to walk slower, but allowed a certain amount of time for her to forget what happened before I approached the idea again.
"Stop!" I commanded, planting my feet on the ground.
This time my sister stayed. I saw her body flinch at the sudden noise, but she made sure to keep her limbs from moving, keeping exactly in the position when I yelled.
"Good girl! Now, walk!"
I could tell my sister was getting more nervous. Over the bushes and trees, we could just about see the chimney of our house, letting us know we were nearly there safe. This was somewhat of a relief to Emily, as the goal was now so close. However, we weren't out of trouble just yet. With a few more steps, we could see the path we had taken before come into view, whilst this was closer to the house, it was also a public footpath, and the chances of being spotted were easily higher than walking through a field.
"Stop!" I commanded again.
A large groan escaped from my sister's gag. I could tell how on edge she was getting, the anxiety was setting in. Despite this, she submitted and stopped on cue, as if she was waiting for my order to come through.
"Good girl! And… walk."
I could see she rolled her eyes, her pace quickened and forced me to walk at a more brisk pace. It was only a few steps until the earth underneath us changed, switching from the soft mud of the field to the more harsher, well-used path. This time we were so close to the house, we were able to see the garden from behind the bushes, the area where we felt safe and acted out our petplay fantasies without the worry of being seen by anyone.
Emily moved even faster, almost getting to a fast sprint. I worried about how harsh the tougher ground was on her knees, yet this seemed to be at the back of her mind. All she cared about was getting inside and hiding her naked form from the outside world. I watched her body, seeing the skin around her butt bounce as she began galloping, trying to pull me into a faster movement.
"Stop!" I commanded, firmly placing my feet into the ground.
Once again Emily jumped and stopped, a loud, irritated groan left her gagged lips as she forced herself to stand by me. Trying her hardest to ignore the begging part of her brain and wanting to flee from the situation.
"Good girl!" I complimented her.
She began to rise, bringing her butt off the muddy ground and started to crawl forwards.
I stopped her, gripping the lead with all my strength,"Ah, ah, ah! I didn't say you could move just yet."
"Mmmmmpppphhh!" She yelled, her hands turned into fists as she returned back to me.
"Now, come here. I want you right in front of me."
I pointed at the part of the path inches away from my body. Despite her willingness to leave, she complied and crawled to face me, resting her body on the ground as she looked up into my eyes as her body trembled with anxiety.
"Beg!"
"Mmmmmmppphh!"
"C'mon, you've been such a good girl all morning, all I'm asking is for you to beg for me."
Emily's cheeks burned red with embarrassment. She brought herself onto her knees and placed her hands in front of her in a begging motion, very similar to how a trained dog would. I took extra pleasure in watching her move as her wrists pushed against her breasts.
"Very good girl, now stay." I grinned as I commanded this.
Her body remained rigid, no longer was she begging, but she stayed in that position as still as a statue. I let go of the lead and reached into my pocket, revealing a broken off piece of chocolate from a wrapper I had stashed in there before we left. With the utmost care, I placed the chocolate on her nose, taking my time to place it just right for her to balance it without it falling off.
"Okay… now stay still," I commanded her yet again, before taking a few steps backwards, leaving her over an arms width away.
I left her resting on her knees, unable to move her entire body apart from her eyes darting around, struggling to see anything passed the treat I had placed on the tip. There was something that tickled me about this position. She was still begging despite the stillness of her body, her legs were far apart enough to reveal her entire sex, unable to hide that part of her without another command coming from me.
She was the most vulnerable I had seen her for a long time and it caused my entire body to shiver with excitement.
"Good! You can relax now" I finally allowed her to move.
Emily immediately fell back onto her backside as she ran her hand over her face. She grabbed the chocolate and placed it into her mouth before returning herself to her original pet position.
"Okay, that's enough fun. Let's go…" My sentence was interrupted as I looked up.
It only took a second for my brain to realise something was off, that Emily and I were no longer alone. I somehow knew it before I confirmed it with my eyes. Out of the corner of the bush in front of me, I saw an arm come into view, an arm that was also holding a dog leash… this time with an actual animal on the end.
"Ms Taylor!" I said in a numb tone.
Emily looked up, her eyes widened. Just that name alone was enough for her to tremble with fear and get flashbacks to our first encounter with the older woman. My sister didn't wait around, she didn't even look around to confirm if the woman was actually approaching us, or if I was playing a prank on her. In a way, I wish I was… but the woman was approaching too quickly for my mind to think.
Emily looked around, glancing at every corner of the path for an exit or hiding space. As her eyes scanned the bushes, the appearance of thorns on every inch of them was enough to deter my sister. Even if her dignity was being threatened, she could not mentally force herself to push through them.
It wasn't the best idea she had, but it was the only option we had. My sister jumped behind me, keeping on her knees and holding me close. She was hoping just having me as a shield was enough for her neighbour not to see her nude form. Even if there were other options, it was already too late. Ms Taylor was in full view, she steadily walked down the path with her dog almost pulling at her, welcoming me with a large smile.
"G'morning," she yelled at me, her voice was as blissful as the look on her face, "Wonderful weather we are having, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Amazing weather." I replied, hearing the nervousness in my tone, "You off for your walk then?"
"Yep. Best part of the day. You're Samantha, aren't you? I've spoken to your dad a few times whilst on walks."
"Yeah, that's me."
The woman walked up to me, getting rather too close for comfort. I felt Emily's hands hold onto me, the shaking of each digit reminding me how much her body was trembling. We were caught, there was no way this simple, stupid hiding spot was enough to remove her naked figure from sight.
The woman started the typical small-talk, telling me about the day, how beautiful the scenery looked and some stories that happened in her life within the last few days. The entire time I nodded, not taking any information in whilst trying to figure out a way out of this situation. Luckily, she was so into the conversation that she didn't notice her dog walking around me, sniffing the area around us. I even felt my sister jump as the creature's wet nose bounced against her bare thigh, revealing that its keen senses easily spotted the hiding girl.
As each second went by, the urge to just run inside increased. We were so close to home, yet it had to be this final stretch that we were spotted by the same person who nearly caught us over a year before. The only luck we were having was that Ms Taylor was so into telling her story, that she didn't see Emily's futile attempts to push the dog away, or for it to gain interest in something or somewhere else.
"Anyway, how's that father of yours?" She interrupted my thoughts with the question, "You've both just moved here, haven't you? How is he finding the place?"
I cleared my throat, trying to hide the laughter in my voice from the surreal situation, "Oh… yeah. He likes it. We've just celebrated a year of moving in not too long ago."
"A year, already? Wow. I always thought he was a nice chap, him and that Jane make a nice couple."
"Thank you. They are on their honeymoon right now."
"Really? That's good for them. Glad they are both happy."
"Yeah, my dad's very happy."
"That's good. Anyway, I won't keep you any longer. I best get this mutt out and about, he gets restless very easily."
"It was lovely to speak with you." I could feel the relief wash over me.
"Enjoy the rest of your day, Samantha. You too, Emily!"
My eyes widened, but the woman was already walking away by the time she said Emily's name. The woman even stared behind me as she said it, looking directly at my sister. The dog happily complied with her movement, walking away from us and keeping at its owner's side.
Emily crawled out from behind me, placing herself in the centre of the path as we both watched the woman continue at her own pace. It was a weird contrast of seeing my sister's naked body in comparison to the older woman who had multiple layers on. We both stared at her with the same expression, completely confused at the lack of confusion behind the woman's tone. She seemed rather accepting that my sister was naked behind me, that she was collared and I held the lead, that she was gagged and unable to speak.
How long did Ms Taylor know about us? Could she have potentially spotted us last year when Emily jumped into the bushes to escape her vision? Why was she so understanding, too? I would have been creped out if I saw someone doing the same thing we were.
Emily crawled around and looked at me. Her large eyes scanned me over, trying to figure out if I knew something she didn't, but we were both as confused as each other.
"Let's go inside," I commanded, my tone quiet.
I pulled on the lead as we continued our walk. Emily was more than happy to keep moving, she pushed her body forwards in order to make me move faster. I couldn't help but continue to stare at her nude form as we walked. Despite the unknowing state of the situation, it was a basic desire to take in the sight in front of me. I doubt there would be a single time where I wouldn't want to look at my sister.
Emily's mind was probably at war with itself. Despite Ms Taylor's somewhat understanding approach to seeing her neighbour naked, I imagined she was scared at what conversations might happen whilst we were away. How would we both react if either Jane or my father would have been told about our spicy walk this morning.
I continued to stare down, staring at the most vital area between my sister's legs. Despite the numerous questions going through our minds, there was one I didn't think would have asked first.
"Emily?" I stopped in my tracks, forcing her to stop too, "Are… are you turned on right now?"
"Mmmmmpppphh!" She yelled through the item between her teeth, shaking her head left to right.
"But… you're wet. You're like, really wet."
"Mmmmmppphhh!"
Despite her saying no, I could see how red her face was getting. Her cheeks were the first part to change colour, but soon the rest followed swiftly.
"I should have known you would get off on being caught" I laughed to myself, continuing the walk.
She continued her protests, "Mmmmppphhh mmmmpphhh!"
"This has opened up so many ideas."
"Mmmmppppphhhh!"
Emily stayed at my side, detesting every sentence that left my mouth. Despite how much she complained, her body was telling me otherwise. She enjoyed the moment and I was more than happy to use that to my advantage in the future. Despite the teasing I was giving her, we both let out a sigh of relief when we turned the corner and was welcomed by our home.
The house was quiet. Never before had we felt so alone in the place I called a home for over a year. Emily and I had been left to our own devices within these walls many, many times before, yet we had never felt solitude like this. We sat alone in the bedroom, Emily took a place on the bed whilst I rested against a collection of packed boxes, held together by strong packing tape.
Usually I would be grateful for the time with my sister, with no grown-ups in the building to accidentally walk in on us. Multiple times within our relationship we had used this to our advantage, exploring parts of the bungalow whilst in restraints or completely naked, taking the time to explore ourselves at the same time. This felt different. With the absence of our parents, we did not feel like the love sick, young couple we used to be. There was no thrill on either my father, nor Jane walking through the door to catch us in the act. They had accepted our relationship; as taboo as it was, and left the house temporarily to us whilst they relaxed on their honeymoon.
Staring at Emily, it felt somewhat odd to see clothing on her. I had become so used to seeing her either naked or in her underwear whilst we were home alone, that to see her thin form covered was not as natural to me as seeing more of her skin.
Perhaps it was the fact Emily was wearing something rather different this morning. I was so used to her wearing shorts, leggings or skirts that it was rather unusual to see her in a dress. That, and her usual ponytail was missing, her hair hung loosely over her shoulders.
She looked nice… really nice, making me feel rather boring in comparison. However, today was the last day living here and she wanted to look good for all the people we were going to see before we left. My sister remained silent, not even a short sigh left her lips as her eyes scanned the walls of the room. Picture frames and paintings that were hung up were now resting on the floor, the TV that we had on most nights was in the doorway with its power cord wrapped around its base. The bondage box that we hid from our parents for so long was resting in the hallway, right by the front door.
For the second time in my life, my life was in boxes, I was moving to a new place where I would not know anyone, I had to start again from scratch… but this time I had Emily by my side. She caught my eyes watching her, shooting me a silly smile to try and eradicate the awkwardness in the air, to try and calm my beating, nervous heart from an uncertain future ahead.
"This is weird." I laughed, whispering the words towards her.
She nodded back to me, "Yeah. I just can't believe it's actually happening."
"I remember yelling at my dad when he was driving us here. He waited until I was in the car to tell me I would be sharing a room with you. Our old house was sold, all my belongings were packed away, there was no turning back and then I was hit by that bombshell."
"But… it was for the best, wasn't it?"
I smiled, "Of course it was. I just imagined having my own room. Being able to lock the door and forget about where I was. Put on some headphones, blast some noise and just shut out the fact we left the old place behind."
"I'm sorry you didn't get your own room."
"As you said, Em. It turned out for the best. Little did I know I was going to fall completely in love with you. That I wouldn't be able to stand being away from you. The old Samantha was so independent… but so alone."
Emily got up and walked the short steps towards me, embracing me in her arms before she rested her head on my shoulder.
I continued talking, "I'm sorry, for everything."
"Sorry for what?" She seemed genuinely confused.
"I know I apologised for it before. But I am sorry for the person I was before, I am sorry for being so harsh to you and not liking you at first. For pushing you away when you started to fall for me."
"It's okay, Sammy. You got to like me in the end."
"Ain't that the truth."
I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her with all the strength I could muster. Emily hummed to herself, rocking herself back and forth as she enjoyed every second of our connection.
"…And thank you," I added.
She tutted, "What are you thanking me for?"
"Thank you, for looking in that stupid bondage box"
She giggled, pressing herself further into me. She thought it was a joke, but I meant every word. If she wasn't snooping under my bed that day, I wasn't sure if the relationship would have ever reached this point. It was clear to everyone that I wasn't a fan of Emily when our parents first got together. I found her irritating, too talkative and intrusive. She was far too eager to make a relationship with me despite only meeting the once.
However, she soon began to make her way into my heart. I soon found her to be very understanding and somewhat naive. She was lovable, with a big heart in comparison to her small frame, yet the actions that once irritated me soon faded away, as I swiftly warmed up to her. Now, I couldn't bear the thought of going one day without seeing her, a complete contrast to the Samantha that came here over a year ago.
I sighed happily, holding my sister close and allowing the rest of the world to disappear as the hug took complete control over our lives.
*ClickClickClick*
"Emily!” I sternly shouted my sister's name, "Are you still playing with those stupid handcuffs?!"
She continued to hold me tight, not allowing me to break away from her and look at what she had in her hands.
*ClickClickClick*
"Em!" I shouted again.
Her voice was nervous in return, yet a hint of laughter in her words, "I'm sorry, it's just fun to mess around with. I like the way it 'clicks', so fun."
I managed to pull myself away, catching the light shining off the metallic object. I swiftly moved my hand forwards, trying to grab the annoying device away from her. Emily predicted this, grabbing the item with both hands, turning around before I could reach it. With her back to me, she placed it into her dress pocket before turning around once again, giving me a soft smile.
"Em! Give it to me" I held my hand out.
"I'll stop playing with it, I swear" She pouted, "I promise I won't play with it all day."
"It stays in your pocket, okay?"
"Okay."
She smiled, nodding slowly. I could see the outline of the cuffs through the material. Despite her promise, I could tell that wasn't going to be the last time I saw that item for the day. I took her promise, smiling and nodding back.
"Let's get these last few boxes in the car then. We have a few people to see before we go."
The stones underneath the tyres crackled underneath the weight of the car as the familiar cottage came into view. Emily sat still, although I did see her reach for the metallic bulge in her pocket, she kept catching herself, before bringing her arms back up and crossing them to prevent more 'accidental' touches.
Despite driving as carefully as possible, I still felt some of the boxes in the back shift about, but my attention was more focused on the view. It wasn't my first time seeing it, but it was still a beautiful sight. The cottage was covered by nature, vines covered the aged brickwork, slowly reclaiming the building. Despite this, it was still a lovely sight, something I would have thought could only exist in a fairy tale, half expecting a witch or princess to live within those walls.
It was the cottage that belonged to Thea. Emily and I spent a lovely day here, locked up in the pet suits that she had made personally. It was a sweet moment between creator and creation, despite only knowing my mother's involvement nearing the end of our time together.
Emily remained silent as the car pulled into the drive, the crackling of the stones faded as the vehicle's motion came to a stop. The engine coughed and wheezed when I turned off the power, allowing the electric hum to weaken before disappearing completely.
We sat in the car for a short while, both my sister and I gazed at the building, taking in the seemingly unnatural perfection between the natural and unnatural form it took. A sight that I struggled to get over. I forced myself to look away and open the door, forcing the frame of the vehicle to creak and yell as I did so. Emily followed shortly after, taking a longer look at the building before joining me in the outside world.
I walked up the wooden door and knocked my fist against it three times. The sound of my knocks felt hollow in comparison to the thickness of the door, making me question whether my knocks could have been heard from the inside. This was the first time I approached the house in this way, the previous time Emily and I were locked in the suits and unable to use my hands as intended, Thea was the one who let us in and allowed us to roam the cottage on our hands and knees. Luckily, my apprehension was not required. The sound of light footsteps approached the thick door, the sound of the lock being undone was a confirmation that we were being greeted.
The door slid open, creaking for the entire time before the tall woman's figure came into view. Thea welcomed us with a smile, although it was clear she wasn't expecting our company. A pink bath robe covered most of her form, showing only her bare legs and cleavage that travelled much further down than she most likely anticipated. Her thick hair rested gently on her shoulders, travelling down her front in strands.
"Oh, Sam…Emily," She hummed as she welcomed us, "How are you two? What can I do for you?"
"We're heading off. Going to Oxford. We thought we would come over and say goodbye before we went" I was proud of myself, coming off as more mature than I usually was.
Thea fumbled lightly, running her hand over her wrist as if she was expecting a watch on her lower arm, yet it remained naked, "Is that today? I'm sorry, I've lost all track of time"
"It's okay."
"Come in, come in. I'll make you some tea before you go."
Before I had the chance to stop her, Thea's figure disappeared behind the darkness of the door, although the sound of her bare feet clapping along the stone flooring was still very clear. Emily smiled at me, it was either due to the slight awkwardness of the situation, or the fact she was still made speechless by the natural beauty that woman held.
I pushed against the door before my sister and I disappeared into the darkness together.
"I apologise for the mess" Thea said, placing a tray of cups and cookies onto the table, "I haven't had much of a chance to tidy these last few days.
I took a quick glance around, the room was spotless and far cleaner than Emily and I were used to, it was odd that she would have considered this room 'cluttered' in comparison. Emily licked her lips as she picked up one of the cookies, barely waiting for the tray to make contact with the table before grabbing it. She held the food item with one hand whilst the other continued to fidget with the bulge of the metallic object in her pocket.
Thea settled herself down on the sofa opposite us. She took a second to stare down at her chest, realising how much she had on show before nervously trying to hide her bare skin without us paying her much attention. Emily was too busy with the treat in her hand to focus on the woman's behaviour.
Something seemed different this time around. Whilst nothing physically changed about the woman, she felt much easier to approach than before. Perhaps it was the awkwardness and vulnerable state she was in, both Emily and I were fully dressed and it seemed that the robe was the only article of clothing she was wearing. It could have also been the fact my sister and I were her pets last time we were here, forced to look up at her from the position of our hands and knees, she was in complete control of us; but this time we were in a more neutral position.
The woman laughed nervously, perhaps at her situation or it could have been the fact she was not expecting us. She muted this with a sip of tea from the steaming cup, making sure to take a few small gulps before settling it back down on the tray.
"Sam, you can take a cookie too; if you want?" She asked, pushing the tray further in my direction.
I politely declined, "No, thank you. I'm not really hungry, but I'm more than happy for Emily to take my piece, if that's okay?"
The woman and Emily shared a glance. Whilst Thea's was polite and calm, Emily responded to her with large eyes and a mouth half-full of cookie. My sister stayed silent and nodded, taking another cookie whilst still chewing on the partially eaten one.
"So, you're leaving today?" Thea's voice became more serious.
"Yeah. We were going to come around yesterday, but Emily and I got… preoccupied."
My mind flashed backwards to the events of the day before, Emily was riding my face for what felt like a long time before she came hard. After that, I was busy packing away our belongings whilst she slept the exhaustion off.
"That's okay. Thank you for coming around, it's nice to see you both. I'm sorry if our previous meeting didn't go as planned" Thea apologised for something out of her control, "I didn't mean for that to happen."
"It's okay. I should be the one apologising for reacting in that way. Tanya talked to me and helped me see the good side of it and… it meant alot, that you told me about how my mother taught you how to make the suits, that she was partially responsible for the outfits me and Emily wore." I found myself staring at my knees as I spoke.
"It was lovely to see you both wearing them, it was like my creations came to life. I would always treasure the day you two were here, crawling around… so cute."
"What's next for you? Are you still heading back to London?"
Surprisingly, Thea shook her head before bringing her cup to her mouth, "No. I'm working something out with my parents. They are thinking of moving out and are giving me the chance to buy the house of them… in monthly payments, of course."
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "That's great news! I bet Tanya loves that!"
"Yeah. She is happy that I am staying around, she wants to offer me your role at the shop, just until I find something more concrete. I hope you don't mind?"
"Of course not! It's not like I'll be around to help her out. That's really good to hear."
"Thank you."
A moment of silence entered the room. I finally picked up my cup and took a sip of the steaming tea and Thea did the exact same. The room became so silent that we could also hear the soft munching sound coming from my sister, as her teeth broke into the first cookie, the chocolate chips exploding before being swallowed.
"Where are you going after this?" Thea's question interrupted the silence.
"Oh… well we are going to see Tanya," I began, "But we were going to see Becky first. She will either be at the shop or maybe at Tanya's house, so we might swing by the house first so we don't have to come back on ourselves."
Thea continued to smile, this time much softer than she did before. Calmly, she placed the cup back onto the tray, before placing her hands on her knees and eventually standing herself up. The act was so smooth and so silent that something felt off, like when you are being told off by a parent but they are still acting so calm. Instead of saying something, she walked past me and offered her hand, asking for me to hold it like a couple going for a walk. It was an odd act, yet I followed her instructions completely, placing my hand in hers as I stood up too.
My other hand instinctively went into Emily's, this time it wasn't as calm or gentle, it forced my sister to finish the one cookie she was slowly eating. She quickly wiped her hand on her clothes, freeing her fingers of any crumbs before holding mine. We walked out of the room in silence, only the sound of our feet squeaking against the stone flooring filled the air, our hands linked together as if we were afraid one would be left behind if we had let go. Thea walked us down the hall and towards a wooden door, I struggled to remember if I had been behind it the last time I was here. However, she didn't allow me to think and wasted no time in opening the door, carefully turning the doorknob to avoid any squeaks before showing us the room behind it.
The sight in front of my sister and I was perhaps the most beautiful one I had ever seen before. It was Thea's bedroom, the very sight of it instantly flooded my memories with the moment she showed me the picture of her and my mother, but this time it was beautiful for a different reason. The curtain remained half open, allowing one small beam of daylight to travel inside and hover over the double bed that filled most of the space. On the bed was a frame of a young woman, her nude body partially covered with a thin blanket, hiding the middle of her body; but allowed her arms and legs to sprawl out.
The woman was fast asleep, completely dead to the world. Her wavy, blonde hair that was usually hung up in a tight ponytail was let loose, travelling over the pillow and around her neck, but kept her entire face on view for us to gaze at.
It was Becky.
I felt my heart skip a beat as I laid my eyes over her, it was as if I was falling in love all over again. The stillness of her body, the way her frame was positioned, it was a sight I wished I could take a picture of and keep with me forever. Despite the image in front of me, I managed to move myself away and stare at the tall woman who now stood behind us, her usually pale cheeks now burning a bright red.
"So… Becky told us she was on a date the other day. Was that…?" I began asking the question.
Thea answered immediately, cutting me off, "Yeah. It was with me, we've been on a quite a few dates these last few days."
"How did this happen?"
"We got talking. I've been to Tanya's place a few times and Becky is staying there temporarily. She was so cute at first, she was struggling to talk to me despite wanting to. Then we… just got close."
"That's sweet."
"She's been so lovely. She's addictive to be around, a little awkward… but aren't we all?"
"Becky has that effect on people."
I shot her a smile, before taking another look at the beauty in front of me. Emily had already walked closer to the sleeping woman, afraid to get too close and accidentally waking her up. I watched as my sister turned around towards me, waiting for me to approach before she went any further.
"Well, I'll leave you two alone to say goodbye for now," Thea whispered, before turning around and shutting the door in the same manner she opened it seconds before. For a second, I thought the sound of the mechanism clicking shut would have been enough to rouse the sleeping creature, but luckily she remained still.
"I don't want to wake her." Emily's quiet tone travelled towards me, "She looks so peaceful."
I stepped forwards, joining my sister at the bedside. Words could not describe how precious Becky looked at that moment, it was the most innocent I had seen the young woman. It was a pure state, with the soft sighs leaving her with each breath, her brain was deep in a sleep state and it would take much to rouse her from this. Her fingers gently grasped the mattress underneath her, telling me the fictional world she found herself in was a tense one.
It was a struggle to keep myself from pulling off the blanket and revealing her nude form underneath. The way her frame was positioned, it gave both Emily and I a good view of the body we've seen many times before, yet it was covered almost too well to avoid revealing the more intimate areas, making me wish I could see them one last time.
I knelt down, positioning my head close to hers, the feeling of her warm breath brushed against my face as I brought my hand up, indulging in the urge to rub my hand across her cheek. Her thin, pink lips were almost begging to be kissed, moving softly with each mumble and groan that passed through them.
"Hey, Beck?" I whispered, rubbing her cheek firmly with my thumb.
The young woman did not react, she continued her internal adventures, being fully unaware of our presence.
"Becky?" I continued, "Becky?"
This time she stirred slightly and pushed herself further into my hand, as if she was a cat enjoying the petting too much. Her eyelids flickered but remained closed and her body ached and stretched as she eventually left the fictional world behind.
"Becky?"
"Huh… uh, wha…?" She mumbled, unable to get an actual word out.
Her eyelids fluttered more, suggesting to me that she was trying to open them and see who was occupying the room with her. I allowed her to rest her head on my head as my other hand went towards her shoulder, telling her to keep still with just my firm grip.
"It's Sam and Emily. Don't wake up, keep your eyes closed, we're just here to say goodbye."
This seemed to settle her, I felt the weight of her body shift as she ceased to move, allowing her body to return to the resting position. Her eyes went back to resting
"Oh… okay… yeah," she continued to mumble.
"We're heading off to Oxford now. We'll message you later, okay?"
"Yeah… uh, sure."
"Goodbye, Becky."
"Okay… bye bye then."
She mumbled once again, but she returned to the dream within seconds of us rousing her. I gently removed my hands from her, making sure her head was neatly on the pillow before moving away.
"Becky and Thea?" Emily said, "Who would have thought?"
"It's cute. I think they will do well together."
"Yeah, me too."
Emily knelt down, planting a kiss on the young woman's forehead before easing herself off the bedframe, making sure not to accidentally wake the resting girl further. My sister positioned herself behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders as we gazed upon her for a few seconds longer, idolising Becky's natural beauty.
We remained silent, yet I could tell my sister was going through the same thought process I was. We were thinking of the first time we met her, it was Tanya's grand opening of her new store. Emily and I were trying to get changed into the pet suits when she accidentally opened the curtain, revealing to us how awkward she was on our first meet.
It's an odd feeling, realising that I didn't think of her that much when I first saw her. She was just someone who came to help Tanya for the day, I didn't imagine our relationship would grow much further than that day… Yet, here I am. Staring over her resting body, taking in the image one last time before we had to leave and struggling to tear myself away from her.
For a second, I recalled that time she had her breakdown, when she realised she did not want to be a pet for the cam girl anymore. I remembered the way her eyes looked at me, they looked deep into me, asking for help more than any words could. She was so scared, frightened about her future and a situation she got herself helplessly stuck in.
…Well, she got her happy ending. I could not think of a more perfect place for the young woman than in a lovely cottage in the middle of nowhere, with a caring, loving woman to take care of her. It was an ending that was perfect, much more perfect than spending her days on her hands and knees with someone who was nearly a stranger to her.
I smiled, leant forward and placed one last kiss on her loving lips. The young woman murmured in return but did not rouse, staying in her dream world. It was a beautiful moment and the best way to say goodbye, I did not think I would have had the strength to walk away if she was fully aware of the situation.
"Let's get going," Emily whispered to me.
I nodded, bringing myself back up, ignoring the aches of my body as I stood next to her. We gave each other an extra second to look upon the sleeping woman before turning around and slowly walking out of the door. As I gripped the handle of the door, I gave myself one final look, allowing my eyes to look over the most beautiful sight in the world, this caused one last memory to flash over my vision before the door clicked shut. It was not the first time we met her, nor was it the time she begged for my help as the idea of being a full-time pet began to scare her, it also wasn't the numerous times Emily and I made love to her.
It was the time she was a pony for a day. The time where a simple delivery to a far away place gave her the option to live out a completely different lifestyle, even though it was temporary. As my eyes glanced over her sleeping, naked form one more time, I recalled the moment she looked at me when I picked her up. Her head was covered in a harness and a strange bit gag was in her mouth, but I could still see the smile she gave me, the light in her eyes as all her problems had melted away for that one day.
That was the last memory I recalled as the door finally closed with the softest click.
The car ceased movement, aching and coughing as the engine stopped, I brought out the key before stepping out of the car. Emily and I remained in silence throughout the entire car journey, internally recollecting our moments with Becky whilst also being solemn over the fact we had to say goodbye for now.
My sister walked around the vehicle, joining me at my side as we took in the sight in front of us. Tanya's store. A place I had seen nearly every day now felt rather odd. Whilst I told myself it wasn't going to be the last time we lay eyes on it, there was something somewhat depressing realising it wasn't going to be a part of my daily routine any more.
Emily pressed her shoulder into mine, placing my hand into hers as a sign of comfort. She shot me a smile as she placed her other hand on my upper arm, embracing me tightly. No words were passed between us, standing in silence as we slowly realised the reality of this event. I placed my hand on hers, running my fingertips over her knuckles, hoping this one, small motion was enough to bring to her the same amount of comfort she was bringing me.
I turned towards her, giving her the same sympathetic smile, "Let's go in."
My words hung in the air as they were left unanswered. I felt her grip on me tighten even more before we began to walk towards the shop. I felt the strength in my fingers diminish as I reached out towards the glass door, pulling the metallic handle open and bringing us into the comfort the shop held.
The clean smell of latex was the first sense that hit me. Despite working here every day, it was not a smell I had become used to. Rows of outfits greeted us, along with a large selection of intimate toys you would usually find hidden in bedside drawers… or underneath beds in a box. The soft sound of generic music playing to put the customer at ease reached our ears, along with the sound of our shoes squeaking across the floor.
Tanya stood at the counter, her focus entirely on the document in front of her. Even with the sound of the door opening and our shoes singing, neither of these brought her attention towards us. I felt Emily's grip on my arm pull me, she wasted no time approaching the larger woman, either happy to see Tanya, or wanting to get the moment over with, as standing by the door wasn't getting us anywhere.
The woman's eyes darted upward, her stern, focused expression from a second before melted away into a welcoming and warm smile. Her large figure practically danced out from behind the counter, meeting us halfway across the shop floor before she embraced us both in her arms.
"My babies!" She cried, pushing Emily and I into her large bust.
"Tan-" I managed to say the first half of her name before the texture of her shirt was inserted into my open mouth.
It was a hug that lasted a long time, but by no means overstayed its welcome. Whilst both of her arms were placed on each of our shoulders, she held us in with a heavy hug, her head came down and inserted itself between us. It was a hold that told us how much we were loved without the use of words, whilst we were struggling to breath, the amount of care the woman had shown us was somehow even more suffocating; yet appreciated.
The room went silent as we focused entirely on the embrace. It was impossible to tell how long had gone by, was it seconds? Could it have been minutes? The scent of the woman's perfume hit our noses, it must have been laid on thick as she knew today was a special one.
It felt like a long time before her arms lost their strength and returned to her side, only stopping to wipe her eyes before going back to their original position. My body somehow felt a little lighter after being freed from her grip.
"Thank you so much for stopping by." Tanya's tone sounded so genuine, "It means so much."
"We weren't going to go without saying goodbye first," Emily giggled, she too was wiping her eyes.
"You excited?"
"Yeah. It's going to be…different," I chimed in, "Will be a change, that's for sure."
"Not all change is bad. I'm so happy for you two, getting out into the world and not stuck in the middle of nowhere like the rest of us."
"We've just been to see Thea…"
"Oh? Did you see who was with her?"
"Yeah, Becky! That was unexpected."
"Never in all my years I would have thought those two would get together, but it's a special bond they have. Becky is happy, Thea is happy, that's all that matters… right?"
"Yeah, it is."
"Plus, Thea's got her parents' cottage, so they aren't far away at all. Would be nice to have Becky still around, I could use with the help."
I giggled, "Sorry, would you like me to stay?"
"I'm just kidding! You need to get out there, spread your wings and all that. Just don't forget to visit us once in a while."
I held my hand out, placing her left hand into both of mine, just a simple physical connection with the woman was all I needed at that moment.
"Thank you, Tanya… For everything." I struggled to say that sentence without tears forming in my eyes.
"Don't…" She grinned, covering her eyes with her free hand, "You'll get me started."
A gentle tug was enough to pull her hand away from me, she turned around and wiped her eyes once again before returning to the counter.
"Now I got these for you," she continued talking, "I want you to take them, don't make a fuss and don't say no."
For a brief moment, the woman disappeared from sight as she bent down, before the sound of heavy items being scraped across the laminate flooring hit our ears. Out of curiosity, Emily and I approached, hand in hand we followed the noise before the woman jumped up again, placing two large, metal cases on the glass with a heavy thud.
"What's this?" I asked, placing my hand out towards the storage item.
"You'll just have to see for yourself."
I wasted no time. I approached the case, turning it around into the correct position before undoing the two locks that held it down. Deep in my heart, I already knew what was inside, but it felt odd that Tanya was placing it into my care. I opened the case very slowly for dramatic purposes, mostly just for my own entertainment. As light entered the padding inside, a shiny material was brought into view.
I brought my hands to my mouth, allowing the case to fully open. It was the black suit. The outfit I had worn so many times, the outfit that had more of a connection to me than I initially realised. The black colour stood out against the grey foam inside, looking more beautiful than I had remembered it being and the words Tanya were saying before felt so unreal.
I was expecting her to take it back or to tell me she was just joking. Whilst I was the wearer of this outfit, I had never dreamed about being the owner. I wanted to say something, to thank her or to tell her I couldn't take the gift, but I knew my mind wasn't in the right place to say those words. I felt numb, almost as if I was walking in a dream state. I ran my hands over the suit, feeling that exciting sensation of the latex against my bare fingers, an electrifying pulse that travelled all across my body, waking up my sexuality and senses from a single brush.
"Tanya… I… I…" I stuttered, my view never leaving the luscious, shiny item within my grasp.
"Please take it, Sam," Tanya's voice was so soft and sincere, "It's yours, it has always been yours. I wouldn't lie that it would sell for a pretty penny, but somehow the stars aligned that it belonged to you and I would not give it to anyone else. Your mother helped make it, you were the one who came into my store that day, not knowing that I had it in storage. And from the moment you began wearing it, it fit you like a glove. If that is not proof of ownership, then I don't know what is."
Emily was close at my side, her eyes scanned over the item. She gave herself a minute before approaching the case in front of her. The familiar sound of the locks being undone filled the air, before the squeak of the metallic hinge revealed the suit she had worn all this time.
"And what is Sam's suit without yours?" Tanya continued talking, this time to my sister, "Thea put so much love and care into this one, using everything she knew about making the black suit, this one is a perfect duplicate. Exactly the suit needed for whoever stands by Sam's side. These outfits came as a pair, different… but the same, and it's not a coincidence that the owner came as a pair too; Different… yet… the same."
Emily's smile grew ear-to-ear. She pulled her outfit out of the box, bringing it in for an embrace and smelling the scent that came with it, "Thank you so much, Tanya."
"You're welcome. You two deserve it. Thank you so much for letting me become a part of your tale, it's been an honour."
I brought down the lid, returning the locks to their original position. My sister took a little longer, holding the suit that meant so much to her close. Eventually, she brought her suit back into the case and locked it up. I moved my hand over the metallic container, feeling the cold steel against my palm.
"This means so much, Tanya. Thank you, it's a precious gift," I said in the most genuine way I could muster.
The large woman came out from the counter, placing her hands on each of our shoulders, "I know they are in safe hands. From the day you walked into my shop, the small, temporary one I had in your town; I knew there was something special about you two. I am glad to call you both my friends, please text or call me when you get to Oxford, let me know how good your new pad is."
"I will."
"I must admit I've always been a little jealous of you two. You both walk into my store with your taboo relationship, looking petite and cute with a very exciting life ahead of you both. I guess a part of me wanting to be a part of that journey too."
Emily placed her hand on Tanya's, "You were. A very important part."
"Thank you. You two are so unique, I do not think I would find anybody as interesting as-"
The sound of the entrance door bell rang, taking our attention away from the store owner; even Tanya looked around, as if she wasn't expecting any one to enter the shop. As our gazes travelled towards the door, two young women walked in, both looking as meek and nervous as the other.
They were young, probably about a year or two younger than Emily and I. Despite being physically close, it was clear the two young women were complete opposites, with one being more of a tomboy and other being relatively 'girly' in comparison. The tomboy had blonde hair in a short, pixie style, she wore denim shorts that were mostly covered by a rustic-looking band t-shirt. The other wore a short skirt with a simple, white t-shirt tucked in.
Both girls looked towards us with large, innocent eyes. We could tell their minds were telling them to leave, yet their urges forced them to stay. It seemed… familiar…
"Good morning, ladies," Tanya addressed them, "Please feel free to look around, I'll be here if you require any assistance, just holler if you need anything."
The girl with the short hair nodded, it was as if they needed that comment from Tanya before they moved away. Quickly, their attention turned to the rest of the shop, seeing all the toys, outfits and multiple other items that were on display.
The store owner turned back towards us, "Okay… where was I?"
"You were calling us 'unique’?" I answered.
"Oh yeah. Well, you are. I don't think I'll have anyone else enter my store that are as interesting as you two are."
"Stop it! Go over there, let me browse in peace!" the short haired girl yelled in a loud whisper to the other.
The longer haired girl replied, "I want to see what you are looking at!"
"There's not much here. You wanted to look at outfits, didn't you?"
"Well, yeah… but I want us to look at them together."
"Fine, let's go. But just remember this was your idea coming here."
"We both wanted to come here. Let's not forget who started this, what would Dad and Mom think if they saw us here."
"Stop calling my Mom that, she's your step-mom!"
The two young women came out from behind the shelf, before travelling to the other side of the shop, where the large collection of sexy and shiny outfits were on show.
Tanya turned back around, looking at us with a somewhat confused and bemused look, "Or… maybe I just attract the weirdos."
All three of us laughed lightly at the odd occurrence, although it was a moment that left us too soon. Tanya stopped and became serious, both Emily and I could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes. It wasn't final… but it was goodbye. She brought us both in for one last hug, a tight grip that didn't want to let go.
But it did… It was a painful sensation to feel the woman's arms fall from us, returning to her side as she brought herself back to a normal standing position. The store owner took a deep breath in as she tried to swallow the tears that were beginning to surface.
"Take good care of each other" she commanded, her tone was so quiet and soft, the smile returned.
"We will," I replied, trying to keep my own tears down.
Tanya lightly shook her head, as if she was shaking off the emotions she just held and turned into the more professional mindset. Her frame turned around before she walked behind us and approached the two customers that accompanied us.
"Good morning, ladies. Welcome to Tanya's, so what brings you here today?"
Emily and I watched her as she began the conversation with the two nervous girls. It was clear they were out of their comfort zone, yet the bubbly charm of the older woman was enough to bring them out of their shells. It was as if we were looking through time at the exact moment Emily and I first walked into Tanya's.
I turned towards my sister, placing my hand in hers, "Let's get going"
"I… I don't want to leave her," Emily replied, wiping her eyes.
"She'll be okay. She's a tough girl."
I grabbed my suitcase and pulled it from the glass cabinet, the sound of the two objects scraping against each other was enough to draw her attention away from the conversation behind us. Emily did the exact same and used her free hand to take her own suitcase from the counter.
"So… Oxford?" I asked, giving her a soft smile.
"…Oxford."
We walked towards the entrance. It was tough, but we mentally decided not to turn around to the store owner one last time. If I placed my eyes over her again, I didn't think I would have the energy the leave that beautiful woman behind, and I believed Emily was going through the same thought process.
The conversation between the three people was already becoming interesting, with Tanya somehow getting out the secrets of the other two step-sisters within the short time she approached them. I chuckled to myself as the words we knew all too well hung in the air, how neither of them were into women yet found love with each other, how they both have a small interest in bondage but had not tried anything too radical and how their relationship bloomed despite not caring that much for the other at first.
I soon realised how tight I was holding my sister's hand. Hearing those words sort of took me back to the beginning of our relationship, how much I wanted to dismiss the idea of love between us, the fact I first used bondage as a form of teasing and torture for her. I was so scared that admitting the truth in my heart would ruin our family, but she was still at my side after all this time and we held no more secrets.
Emily turned towards me, giving me the same smile I sent to her. After everything we had been through, we no longer had anything to worry about. She was the love of my life and I was the exact same in her heart.
The entrance door opened, we left our old world behind as we stepped into the warm heat of the morning. Enveloping us in its warm glow.
The engine rumbled and coughed as I turned off the vehicle, the car was parked. This took Emily by surprise, who was expecting a long journey before we had any silence from the machine, she looked up from her phone and out of the passenger window.
It had only been an hour's journey, but we were at the final stop before we actually made it to Oxford.
"Where are we?" she asked, looking at me with a layer of confusion on her face.
I pulled the keys out of the ignition, "There is just one more person to see before we go."
"Who's that?"
The body work of the car ached, the door opened with a low squeak, allowing me to step into the outside world with a lovely breeze to counter the warm day. Despite her being so unsure of the location, she stepped out of the car at the same time as me and joined me at my side, linking her arm in mine. The question she asked in the car still lingered in the air, it was a question I was not willing to respond to and one that she would know the answer to shortly anyway.
The area was beautiful. The land we were on was cut off from the outside world by a tall, stone wall that travelled along the entire perimeter, vines and other plants had begun to crawl up it, slowly reclaiming the structure back to the nature that surrounded it. Apart from that, the grass along the path we were taking had remained short, as if that was carefully taken care of more recently than the wall.
Our shoes clapped along the moss covered concrete path. We were moving at a moderate pace, but far slower than I was used to. Emily's grip on my arm was tight and her body was dragging me down, the poor woman was nervous at the somewhat eerie location. I had my head fixed towards our destination, but my sister looked around at all the monuments around us.
Gravestones.
I had a feeling she could tell the reason I stopped here, the last location I wanted to visit before we drove the long road towards Oxford. It was unclear whether cemeteries were a phobia for my sister, or if she was just lucky to not visit them often, but her grip continued to tighten around me as we travelled further and further into it.
Eventually, my destination came into view. One gravestone that was different to the rest. I could not recall the last time I was here, but I remembered exactly where it was.
"Here we are," I said softly, pulling my sister towards the marble headstone.
Emily finally loosened her arms and allowed me to be free. She remained behind me as I knelt down in front of it, and wiped away a small layer of dirt that had collected since the last time I saw her.
"Natalie Rose Thayer," Emily spoke the engraved words out loud, "Loving daughter, wife and mother."
"Hello, Mom"
"It's a beautiful headstone."
For the second time that day, I found myself wiping my eyes to stop the tears from falling. In a way, I felt guilty that it took so long for me to visit her again. In my head, I used the excuse that we no longer lived in the area, but I knew I had many moments where I could have taken the hour-long journey to get here.
I sniffled, trying to keep my voice calm, "I'm sorry it took so long to see you again."
"She'll understand." My sister's voice tried to keep me calm.
"Thanks. I've forgotten what it's like to be here. It's so quiet, so remote. You can't even hear the traffic from the nearby road, it's the perfect place for my mother to rest."
"I remember seeing that picture Thea showed us, she was really beautiful."
"She was… she really was."
Emily snickered, "You must take after your dad, then."
"Hey!" I yelled, turning back to her. Although, I couldn't help but laugh at the remark.
As I turned around, I noticed the soft smile on my sister's face, making it clear that she was only trying to cheer me up. For that, I was grateful. I soon turned around to face the headstone again, glancing my eyes over the text in front of me; despite knowing what was written word-for-word.
"Do you think she would have liked me?" My sister disturbed the silence once more.
"Oh, she would have loved you"
"Would she have approved of… us?"
"Yeah. She was always happy when someone found a person they truly loved, she was a sucker for a good romantic story. And she can't say anything about our lifestyle considering she helped make the black suit."
I continued talking, but took my attention away from Emily and towards the stone in front of me, "You hear that, Mom? We've found out your secret."
"I'm sure she would have loved to know you have the suit."
"She would have… I'll take extra good care of it from now on."
Silence returned. Only the sound of the wind running through the trees hit our ears. Because of my sister, all the sadness I was feeling moments before had disappeared and were replaced with nostalgic memories of the woman we were visiting. I smiled to myself as I traced the engraved words with my thumb, feeling every dent and imperfection in the marble whilst my mind began to reminisce.
"I recalled the last time I was in this position, in front of her grave" I began to say, " I was unhappy, I was so angry with my father for finding someone else. We drifted apart so much that I felt more like an inconvenience to him, rather than a daughter. It was difficult, that despite the fact that we were living different lives, that I had to follow him. I had to move out of our old home and with the woman he was seeing. "I came here. I yelled at my mother's grave. Mostly angry at my dad, but I was also angry that she left us. I'm sorry for yelling, Mom. I was so angry back then, but I am so happy now… that person I was no longer exists, I'm-"
*CLICKCLICKCLICK*
I shot around, hearing that specific sound took my attention away from my sentence. I turned around to see Emily with those damn handcuffs around her fingers, playing once more with the mechanism that had been driving me crazy since she found them.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked, my voice softer than I wanted it to be.
Emily looked up, her eyes widened, "Sorry, Sammy! I didn't think you were talking to me."
"You brought them here?"
"I didn't know we were going to visit your mother's grave. I'm sorry."
"Why are you playing with them now?"
"I… uh… sorry" She placed her hands behind her back, hiding the metallic device from view, "It just helps, hearing the clicking? I'll stop it for now."
I turned around, shaking my head, "Sorry, Mom."
This time I didn't speak. I knew my mother wasn't there to hear my words and I also knew that Emily's attention had been taken away from me. The urge to leave was slowly growing, but I just wanted one final moment with her before we left.
The silence returned for a brief second.
*CLICKCLICK*
"…Oh!…" Emily yelped quietly.
I rolled my eyes, "What now?"
"I… umm… umm… it's nothing… it's…"
I turned around once again. Emily looked nervous, her shoulders swung left to right as she tried to look behind herself. Her movements were stiff, like she was unable to move a certain part of her body. It didn't take me long to realise what happened, but I allowed the silence to continue as she got more worked up, trying to resolve the issue she just put herself in.
"Did you just do what I think you did?" I asked, my mouth went wide as a silent gasp left my lips.
"No, it's okay. I can… I can…" She grunted whilst she waved her wrists left to right, "I might be stuck."
"You… you locked your wrists together, didn't you?"
She let out a worried, stifled sigh before she turned her body to the side, allowing me to see the situation. It was as I predicted, the stainless steel device she had been playing with all this time had locked her thin wrists together.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I'm really, really sorry."
"What are you apologising for?" I asked, my voice fairly monotone.
"I can't reach the clasp to get the cuffs off. I just wanted to… y'know, give it a try."
"Here?"
"…Yeah."
"In front of my mother's grave, surrounded by a bunch of other graves? You wanted to try on a bondage item?"
"I didn't mean for it to happen now, it was just a thought that entered my head and I just went with it."
"Just went with it?" My tone was noticeably more angry.
Her voice became more pleading, "I'm sorry, Sam. I really didn't mean to get stuck. Please don't be too annoyed with me."
I glared at her as my hand came up and covered my mouth. Emily watched every small movement I made to determine my mood. I watched her lip quiver as she expected me to begin screaming at her and begin telling her off for doing such a stupid thing. However, it was my shoulders that were the first to give away how I really felt. They began rocking up and down before my eyes fluttered, stopping the gaze I was trying to hold.
"Sammy?" she sounded puzzled, trying to figure out what was happening.
A gasp left me, a sign that I was holding my breath for too long, and then the laughter started. It started as a small chuckle at the absurd moment, but seeing Emily look at me in that helpless state was enough to bring more out. My hand left my mouth as I doubled over, my lungs already hurt from laughing so much. As the noise echoed throughout the area, Emily just stood there, occasionally nervously joining me with a soft chuckle.
"I'm really sorry, Sam," Emily apologised again.
I tried to contain myself, managing to get the question out between moments, "What are you apologising for?"
"For… doing this in front of your mom. I didn't mean to be disrespectful."
"Disrespectful?" I asked, wiping a tear from my eye, "Mom would have found this hilarious!"
"She would?"
"Yeah! Mom wasn't a serious person at all, she loved situations like this."
The laughing continued for a while longer, each time I looked at my sister as she struggled with the device, it forced it to continue that little bit longer. Emily slowly realised that there was no angle with enough leverage that would unlock the cuffs, she would need help from another person to get them off.
"So… Can you help me?" Her voice was soft as she asked this.
My hands wiped my eyes again, removing the tears from them. This time they were not created by sadness, but a beautiful; yet bizarre moment, "Sure. Just give me a minute."
I turned towards the grave once more, as I knelt down, I placed my palm on the top of the headstone. The moment was silence, yet so much was said. Mentally, I thanked my mother. Thanked her for being part of the creation of the suit and for that, being a part of my life going forward. I told her I missed her, I missed her every single day and that was never going to change. I told her that dad was happy, that Jane was a loving step-mother. The last thing I told her was how much I loved Emily. She might have been a goofball, she might have had her moments, but she had a pure heart. I also told my mother that she was right, there was such a thing as true love, I just didn't know it at the time she first told me.
The last mental sentence in my head was a promise. I promised her that I would come visit her again soon, Oxford was far away, but I will always stop by on the journey back. I rubbed my thumb along the top of the headstone, feeling the small imperfections on the edge before finally taking my hand away.
Emily looked relieved as I turned around towards her, no longer was I angry, no longer was I laughing, but I greeted her with a soft smile that seemed far more approachable to the person I was a minute ago.
"Let's go" My smile widened as I approached her, placing my arm along her shoulder, turning her around and forcing her to begin walking down the same path we came up on.
"Okay. Yeah, the clasp is just there," Emily stated, moving her wrists closer to me and showing me the locked device, "It's just that thing there, just press it and I'll be free."
"Don't worry, Em. I know where it is."
"But… but you’re not pressing it."
"I love you so much," I giggled, placing my head against hers.
"I love you too, but… you're still not pressing it. You're going to let me out before we get to the car aren't you? Sammy?"
"We'll see."
Our shoes clicked along the moss covered stones. Large trees covered each side of the path, greeting us as we began the first steps towards the long journey to our next destination. The rising sun illuminated the path in front of us, the light bouncing off the occasional flower that was growing between the stones. I held my sister close. Despite all the unknown that was coming our way, it was a comfort that we would face it together, as sister's, as lovers and as a family.
"…Sammy?"
