Taking the key, she sat down on her bed and struggled to remove her handcuffs.

When she freed her wrists she hesitated. It was the first time her wrists had been free in nearly a month. Though she had kept her arms stimulated and the blood flowing through them, and her brothers had made sure that there would be no permanent damage, her arms still felt a little numb. So she was careful. Slowly she moved them to the front of her body. It felt awkward again, having control of her arms after such a long period off. She rubbed her arms up and down to stimulate the blood flow and smiled. Staring at her nude body one more time in the mirror, she felt absolutely radiant. Walking through the hall, she entered the bathroom and took a long, hot, shower. It was the first shower she had also taken without one of her brothers in nearly a month. She didn't think anything could ruin this day.

Stepping out of the shower she dried herself, combed her hair, brushed her teeth, flossed, cleaned herself up real nice. She had a nice smile on her face.

And then she opened the bathroom door.

There, on the table, were clothes for her to wear and a note from her brothers.

Get dressed and come downstairs. Break time's over. Time for some more fun .

Immediately Denise started to cry. All the hopes she had had over the past few weeks were crushed, dashed in three short sentences. She had hoped her brothers would just forget about her and leave her alone but now she saw that that wasn't going to happen this summer. They had played a psychological game with her, they had let her think that she was really going to be cared for. Now they showed her the true reality of the situation. She was still theirs, still their slave to do as they pleased, and now they were reminding her of that again.

She looked down at the clothes. It was one of her mother's business suits. A beige skirt, and a beige business jacket, long sleeve. Panties, but no bra. She felt the fabric. It would be rough against her breasts and would probably irritate them. Black stockings and black pumps as well. She wiped the tears away and dressed then walked down the stairs.

She trembled with fear and hatred when she reached the bottom of the stairs and saw her brothers. Jake stood up and motioned for her to approach him. She did. Placing her hands at her side, he stroked her cheek and hair, then took her head in his hands and opened his mouth to kiss her. She opened in hers in response. After kissing her for a little, he let her go. She cried harder now.

"I hate you," she whispered.

"Now, now," Jake said. "That's not the way to start off is it?" She choked out silent sobs now as Jake patted her hair. Then Jake firmly pushed down on her shoulders and Denise dropped to her knees.

"You know what I want, Denise," Jake said.

She slid down his jeans and boxers and took his dick in her hand. Opening her mouth she gave him a blow job, working from the tip all the way down until he was deep throating her, playing with his balls the whole time, just to keep him pleased. It was the first blow job she had given in over three weeks as well.

When Jake came she swallowed every drop and then slid his dick out of her mouth. She licked it clean of any loose cum and then looked up at him.

As Jake slid his pants back on he said, "I think Eric would like one as well."

Denise slid over to Eric and gave him one too.

"Sit down over there," Jake said to Denise, pointing to a spot on the floor, "and put your hands behind your back."

She sat down and placed her wrists side by side behind her back. She stretched her legs out, keeping her knees slightly bent, and waited.

Jake crouched down behind her and started tying her wrists. He tied her upper arms to her body, getting rope above and below her breasts to accent them, and around the back of her neck to keep her slightly hunched over. Then he moved in front of her and bound her ankles and just above her knees. He slid a balled up piece of notebook paper into her mouth, then took out a white cloth and slid it between her teeth, cleave gagging her. Standing up, he wiped his hands, as if finishing a difficult job and looked down at her. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting, hers curious and scared, his smiling wickedly.

He took out his camera and did his usual photo shoot with her. He did close ups of her face, and positioned her so she was laying on her side as well, stretched out on the floor. After a few rolls of film he stopped.

Turning her over he hogtied her very stringently and then spoke again.

"I'm leaving for work. You'll be with Eric for most of today. Be good and do as he tells you. Enjoy." He patted her head a couple times and walked out.

Eric stared at her. He played with her body for a while but eventually grew tired of that. Not wanting to untie to her to try anything more serious he removed her gag instead.

"How are you Denise?" he asked innocently.

"What?" she responded, incredulously, unsure if she'd understood him.

"How are you doing?" he asked again. "Do you need anything? To go to the bathroom, stuff like that?"

Denise debated in her mind how to respond. She could flip out on her little brother for being so stupid, or she could try to play it nice with him, maybe beg him to get her out of these ropes for a little while. She tried the latter.

"Please Eric," she begged, "please help me out here. Loosen these ropes for me. They're digging into me and it's killing me."

"I can't," Eric said.

"Sure you can," she pleaded. "You could let me go. You could untie me and just let me free for a little while. At least for a few hours…until Jake comes home…Please?"

"No," Eric said. "I won't. Jake won't trust me anymore."

"Please Eric," she said. "You're my brother, don't do this to me." Eric did nothing. "Please Eric," she begged. "What have I done to deserve this. I'm your sister. Why are you doing this to me? I never did this to you."

"Look Denise," Eric said tiredly. "Don't be like this. We've been so nice to you for the past few weeks and our thanks is you begging me like a crying slut? Come on now. Dad said we could do whatever we wanted to you for the entire summer. Don't blame me, blame Dad."

"But Dad's not here!" Denise said. "So you don't have to follow his rules! You can be nice and let me go. Please Eric, please let me go. I'm your sister, I swear I won't tell. I've never told anyone about Dad, I won't tell anyone about what you and Jake have done either."

"You won't tell anyone anyway," Eric responded, whether we let you go now, or what until summer's over. So just shut up about it already."

"Please Eric!" she cried desperately. "I love you! Just please let me go!"

"That's it!" Eric said, clearly mad now. "If you won't shut up, I'll just have to gag you again!"

"No, Nogggfff!" she struggled, as Eric shoved the paper back into her mouth and cleave gagged her again. "And you can be sure Jake will hear about this when he gets home," he said threateningly, leaving her alone in her hogtie, to cry and scream and plead and fear the coming hours.

When Jake returned home that night, Denise lay hogtied on the floor, crying and sweating and Eric was nowhere to be seen.

"Eric!" Jake called and listened as Eric came bounding down the stairs, taking them two at a time.

"How was she?" Jake asked, feeling that she wasn't very good.

"Awful," Eric said rolling his eyes. "I took her gag off for five minutes and all she did was cry and beg me to let her go. It was pathetic." He glared at Denise. "I was so disgusted I left her alone the rest of the day."

Jake looked down at Denise, who was looking back up at him with pleading us. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Jake muttered. "I thought you knew better, Denise. After all the nice things we've done for you this is how you repay us? Pathetic indeed." He paced back and forth. "We'll have to punish you Denise," he thought out loud. "Let's see, what can we do?

"Obviously, kindness didn't work. So now we'll have to try isolation." Jake bent down and freed her from her hogtie, then lifted her up. "Eric, open the basement door." Eric did, and Jake carried her down to the basement, with Eric following.

Their basement was a very cold, unfriendly place. It had no windows, and no doors except the one at the top of the stairs. Regardless of the season, it was always cold in the basement.

Jake set Denise on the basement floor on her stomach and hogtied her again. Then he turned and walked up the stairs, Eric behind him. At the top he turned off the light and locked the door, leaving Denise alone in the darkness.

Denise spent that night, and the next eight days, alone in the basement. Her only contact with her brothers was when they brought down water, which they did twice a day, and food, which they did every other day. The hogtie was too tight for her to escape, and so she stayed in that painful position the entire time. She had no opportunity to clean herself, and no opportunity to relieve herself either, so when she had to go, she would simply piss herself. By the end of her time alone down there was over she had a puddle of urine covering her crotch area and some of it had dried onto the concrete floor.

Finally Jake came down on afternoon and untied her, freeing her not only from the hogtie but from her ropes completely.

Removing her gag he put his hands over her lips in a silent order for her not to speak. Removing his finger, she made no attempt to talk.