But the more I tried not to think about them, the more the image kept popping back in my head. I almost ran a red light seeing those beautiful rings showing through her shirt. I had always thought nipple rings were sexy.
In my mind, studs weren’t as sexy as rings. I had watched my share of porn and the women that got me really going were always the same; large-breasted,
big nipples with very large nipple rings. I was starting to realize that was my problem. My sister had all of the things that turned me on. In a way it was a relief. I was not a total perv. It just so happens that my sister has all the things that turned me on. Somehow being able to put a label of my reaction made me fill better. It was not my sister after all; it was just her body that had given me such a rush and a raging hard on.
I got home and had to have some relief. I booted up my computer and Googled “women with large nipples and large nipple rings”. It took me a couple of tries to find what I was looking for. I started scanning the pictures and found one that looked about the size of my sister’s nipple rings. I stared at the picture, pumping my cock. It did not take long before my orgasm over took me, making a mess all over my shirt. I cleaned up and decided to get some sleep, to try to forget the whole thing.
I woke up early and got out of bed. I really did not sleep very well. Images of the night before kept slipping into my mind just as I would drift off to sleep. If I could not sleep then I might as well get up and get to work. I work part time at a computer store fixing and updating people’s computers. I had my degree in computer science, but I just didn’t want a full time job yet. I still wanted to see if I could make it as a professional magician and escape artist. So I worked just enough to pay the bills and that was about all. I worked my six-hour shift and got back to the apartment just as the phone rang.
“Hey Teddy, you going to bring another load of your stuff over today?” Barb’s voice was just as normal as ever.
“Yeah. As soon as I change, I will be over with the last load. Say about an hour,” I told her slightly out of breath.
“You been jogging or something.” Barb needled me.
“Nah, just walked home from work.” I really was a little out of breath; I walked at a near jog.
I changed into my everyday clothes then headed to my sisters. When she opened the door she gave me a hug and peck on the cheek. I couldn’t help but notice she had a loose T-shirt and shorts again. But this time, she was not wearing a bra. I could feel the tightness growing in my pants. I had mixed emotions as we walked downstairs to her basement. Her braless shirt was very distracting and I shook my head to clear it.
“Well time to get everything out.” I said almost to myself.
I saw the large plastic box next to the door. I had worked on the inversion escape for a long time and I knew it would be a hit. I thought why not start out with one of my best.
“Sis, come help me move this over to the stage area. I want to try this escape first,” I told her.
“This is a wonderful escape that I have worked on. It is based on the Houdini water escape,” I told her with just a little bit of pride. “Help get me tied and strapped and I will let you hook me up to lower me upside down in the box.” I was really excited to show her how cool the illusion looked.
I got out all the chains, straps and ropes and laid them on the ground at my feet, getting ready to show her how to attach them to me. I could see Barb just standing there, almost in a trance, looking at the box and the chains around me. She almost shook herself back to reality.
“You know, Teddy, why not let me do it first? I know I don’t know how to escape, but that is not the point. The point is for you to see how it looks to the audience. You hook me up first and get an idea how it will look from a different perspective. Then you can make changes if you need to.” Barb made the statement with such animation that she seemed to be getting as excited as me. I rolled the idea over in my mind and had to admit it was a good idea. I had never been able to see how the audience would see my escape.
“Great idea, sis. But you will have to get into something more comfortable and flexible,” I told her, realizing the tight jeans she had on would in no way work.
She ran upstairs in a flash. I could hear her pulling open drawers. I started really looking at the best way to draw out the illusion of how well I was tied up in the box. I had just started laying out the rope, chains and straps when Barb came running back down to the basement. Now it was my turn to stare. She had on what looked like a leotard that was so tight; it almost looked painted on. My eyes drifted to her chest,
and I could really see the outline of those big rings around her nipples. Her nipples looked even bigger than before if that was possible. I guess she did not have a sports bra because there was no way she was wearing anything under that tight leotard. I could feel my appreciation start to rise in my pants. It took all my will power to look up at her face and think about what to say next.
“Umm, yeah. That will work, I guess,” I somehow stammered out.
“I guess I have grown a little since the last time I wore this thing, but it is very flexible,” she said with that little squeak when she is excited.
“Ok, stand over in front of the box and face the audience. They will be looking from that direction.” I pointed to a lone chair I had put in front of us.
“First, I want you to smile and try not to look nervous.” Her beautiful face erupted in a smile. Even a little blush seemed to blossom on her face.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to draw your attention to one of the most difficult escapes you will ever witness. The inversion box mystery is very difficult to accomplish, and you will witness that all the chains and ropes that I use are real and not fakes.” I was playing to an audience that was not there but I like the practice.
I reached down and picked up a leather belt. I put the belt on Barb and pulled it tight, letting the steel rings on each side of the belt align with her sides. Barb seemed to let out a small gasp as I tightened up the belt.
“You ok, did I get it too tight?” I asked her worriedly.
“No, I’m fine, just caught me by surprise that all,” she said, but I could tell her breathing was getting faster.