The trap
My name is Laura, I am 19 and still live at home with my Parents and 18 year old brother Simon. I call him 'Simple Simon', which of course he just hates. He in turn calls me Loretta like the old country singer- I hate C&W music.
We tease each other a lot of course at this age and sometimes get into bad fights and it takes days to get back to normal. We had one of those earlier in the week and before our parents left for a weekend at their in-laws in Toronto we were warned to be nice to each other. I thought we could do that for the weekend.
It was Saturday afternoon and I had no idea where Simon was, he had left with a couple of his buddies before lunch.
"Catch you later!" He called as he left.
"Good luck with that!" I replied.
I was lounging around the house after my shower wearing baggy shorts and an old T shirt, no bra or panties because I couldn't see the point. I had a nice body and had taken to shaving my pussy and it felt good with the odd breeze though the leg of my baggy shorts. Maybe while I have the house to myself I'll check out the latest bondage stories on Literotica. They always make me hot. My nipples brushed against the soft material of the old T shirt and made them stand out.
My brother must have noticed my mode of dressing because I had caught him glancing sideways at me a few times as he got ready to leave. Even though he's a year younger he's bigger than me and one of his friends Georgie is a foot taller than either of us.
Simon had been up & down the stairs to the Rec room in the basement several times before he left and I began to wonder what he had been up to. He had his own game console in his room.
Out of curiosity I went to the basement to poke around. As I was passing by our sturdy old sofa I noticed the tip of a $20 bill poking out the back of the sofa seat. My part time job at the coffee bar didn't pay that much so I went over for a closer look. I grabbed the tip with my fingers and went to tug it out, but it never moved and my fingers slipped off the bill. I tried again, but it refused to budge. I didn't want to rip it and by now I was intrigued and tried to slide the cushion off the couch but it too seemed wedged in place.
Using both hands I pried open the space between the rear of the cushion and the sofa back and peered in. I could see what looked like 2 x 4 across the back of the seating area and a 2 holes about the size of a baseball and maybe a foot apart through it and what looked like a broom handle or a dowel under that. The $20 bill disappeared behind the wood.
I thought "What the hell is this?" Curiosity got the better of me and I put my knees on the cushion and slid my hands through the holes and pulled up firmly on the broom handle beneath the 2 x 4. There was a dull snapping sound and at first I thought I broke something but then I realized that 2 broad bands had fastened themselves around my wrists trapping my hands at the back of the sofa beneath the cushion. I tried to wrestle my arms out of the holes but they wouldn't budge. I wriggled and yanked to no avail. Luckily the sofa back was low so at least I could get my head over the back and look around. I spread my legs as wide as I could and used my neck for leverage to continue to pull on the evil device that had imprisoned me. I wasn't going anywhere until Simon returned home. I didn't have my phone with me and even if I had, I couldn't use my fingers at all. They were wrapped around the broom handle and strapped under the 2x 4 somehow.
Simon! I'll bet the bastard set this trap for me to teach me a lesson of some kind. Sneaky little fucker, I was going to give him a piece of my mind! I settled in to wait. No use yelling or screaming, I knew no one outside the house could possibly hear me.
Time passes slowly when you are trapped and I don't know how long it was before I heard the key in the lock and the front door open. There were voices upstairs- Simon, Georgie and likely Paul the third musketeer. They went into the kitchen and I heard the fridge open and then the door to the garage opened and closed a few times. I did not want to scream and have the other boys see me like this. Too much like those cheesy "Stuck" porn videos where the stepmom gets stuck under the bed with her ass in the air and the son fucks her silly.
Finally I heard footsteps on the basement stairs and the 3 amigos come down to the rec room. I could see by the smiles on their faces they knew exactly what they were going to find.
"Who's simple now?" My brother asked.
"I guess I am" I said. What else was there to say? "Could you let me out please?"
"Oh, we'll let you out- eventually"
Now I checked them out more closely and I could see they were holding some sheets of 6 mil plastic, duct tape and some ropes and a shopping bag.
"Simon, what's going on?" I tried to hide the tremble in my voice but was unsuccessful. It was Georgie who answered.
"Like our little surprise Loretta? We let you wiggle for a while because we liked looking at your ass. You're on camera" and he pointed to a small lens on the bookshelf behind me.
