Family Bonding (ff/mfFF)
Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2024 1:38 am
"Ready or not, here I come!" Amber giggled as she counted aloud, her eyes squeezed shut and her heart racing with excitement.
Her friend Sophie had suggested a game of hide and seek, which had quickly evolved into something more daring. The house was a sprawling playground for the two imaginative eleven-year-olds, filled with nooks and crannies that could hide the most clever of siblings. As they played, the warm afternoon sun cast a soft glow through the windows, dust motes dancing in the beams.
Amber heard the rustle of a page turning in the study and knew James was hiding there, his favorite spot. She tiptoed closer, her bare feet silent on the cool wooden floor. The room smelled faintly of old books and furniture polish. With a swift move, she flung open the door and pounced on him, her hands flying to cover his mouth before he could protest. James's eyes went wide with surprise, and his book, "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," slipped from his grasp.
"Gotcha!" she exclaimed, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, she produced a roll of duct tape from her pocket. Before he could react, she had secured his wrists behind his back. He squirmed and kicked, trying to break free, but her grip was too firm. His bare feet flailed in the air as she wrapped the tape around his ankles, tying them together. Despite his struggling, she managed to get him to the sofa, where she sat him down and put his feet onto the coffee table as she taped his knees, elbows and chest. Finally Sophie took off one of her socks and Amber taped it in her brother’s mouth.
Next, they heard a giggle from upstairs. "Maddie!" they whispered in unison. They dashed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and found her hiding in the closet, her red T-shirt a stark contrast against the shadows. She squealed when they pulled her out, but she couldn't outrun them. Soon enough, she was bound alongside James, her bare feet dangling off the edge of the table. The two siblings glared at each other, muffled sounds of protest escaping their gagged mouths.
The house grew quiet again, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the occasional tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. They turned their attention to the next victim: Amber’s grandmother. She was known for her sharp hearing, so they approached her with stealth, their bare feet padding softly on the carpeted floor. They found her in the kitchen, humming to herself as she peeled potatoes. The scent of dinner prep filled the air, but Amber and Sophie had other plans.
They jumped out from behind the kitchen door, startling her. "Surprise!" Amber shouted, but it was too late. Grandma's eyes widened, and she let out a squeak. Quickly, they explained it was just a game, and she couldn't help but chuckle. With a twinkle in her eye, she allowed them to tape her hands behind her back. They led her to the living room, where she joined the tied-up siblings on the sofa.
Her white top and flowery knee-length skirt made her look like a colorful bouquet amidst the sea of grey and red. Despite her initial shock, she played along, the soft fabric of the tape a stark contrast against her delicate skin. She even suggested they tape her feet together for a more authentic look. The girls giggled as they secured her ankles , knees and even her big toes with the tape.
"Now, who's left?" Amber mused, looking around the room at their handiwork.
It was almost an hour before Amber, Maddie and James mum Joanna returned home from work. During that time the three barefoot prisoners had been exposed to hideous tickle torturing.
As the door swung open, the sound of their muffled laughter grew quiet. Joanna stepped into the hallway, her pale blue blouse and navy knee-length skirt swaying gently as she took off her black heels leaving her feet in nude tan tights. She looked tired from a long day at the office, but the sight of her children and mother bound on the sofa brought a smile to her lips.
"Looks like you three have been busy," she said, her voice filled with amusement. She walked into the living room, placing her briefcase by the door. The aroma of her perfume, a delicate mix of lavender and vanilla, filled the air.
James and Maddie's eyes grew hopeful, but Amber knew better. Joanna had a playful streak of her own. "You can't catch me!" she called out, her voice echoing through the house as she darted into the hallway. The chase was on.
Joanna's feet in their tan tights moved swiftly, but slipped against the polished floor as she darted around the corner. Amber and Sophie gave chase, their giggles bouncing off the walls, their bare feet giving them firm grip. They found her hiding behind a potted plant, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She pretended to struggle, but it was clear she was enjoying the game.
In no time, Joanna was bound with the same enthusiasm as the others, her wrists elbows, chest and knees and ankles secured with duct tape. She feigned protest as they gagged her with a scarf they had found in the drawer, and more silver tape, her laughter muffled and eyes dancing. They placed her on the sofa, her legs stretched out and feet resting on the coffee table. The four of them sat in a row, their varied taped-muted sounds creating a symphony of silent objection.
Her friend Sophie had suggested a game of hide and seek, which had quickly evolved into something more daring. The house was a sprawling playground for the two imaginative eleven-year-olds, filled with nooks and crannies that could hide the most clever of siblings. As they played, the warm afternoon sun cast a soft glow through the windows, dust motes dancing in the beams.
Amber heard the rustle of a page turning in the study and knew James was hiding there, his favorite spot. She tiptoed closer, her bare feet silent on the cool wooden floor. The room smelled faintly of old books and furniture polish. With a swift move, she flung open the door and pounced on him, her hands flying to cover his mouth before he could protest. James's eyes went wide with surprise, and his book, "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," slipped from his grasp.
"Gotcha!" she exclaimed, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, she produced a roll of duct tape from her pocket. Before he could react, she had secured his wrists behind his back. He squirmed and kicked, trying to break free, but her grip was too firm. His bare feet flailed in the air as she wrapped the tape around his ankles, tying them together. Despite his struggling, she managed to get him to the sofa, where she sat him down and put his feet onto the coffee table as she taped his knees, elbows and chest. Finally Sophie took off one of her socks and Amber taped it in her brother’s mouth.
Next, they heard a giggle from upstairs. "Maddie!" they whispered in unison. They dashed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and found her hiding in the closet, her red T-shirt a stark contrast against the shadows. She squealed when they pulled her out, but she couldn't outrun them. Soon enough, she was bound alongside James, her bare feet dangling off the edge of the table. The two siblings glared at each other, muffled sounds of protest escaping their gagged mouths.
The house grew quiet again, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the occasional tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. They turned their attention to the next victim: Amber’s grandmother. She was known for her sharp hearing, so they approached her with stealth, their bare feet padding softly on the carpeted floor. They found her in the kitchen, humming to herself as she peeled potatoes. The scent of dinner prep filled the air, but Amber and Sophie had other plans.
They jumped out from behind the kitchen door, startling her. "Surprise!" Amber shouted, but it was too late. Grandma's eyes widened, and she let out a squeak. Quickly, they explained it was just a game, and she couldn't help but chuckle. With a twinkle in her eye, she allowed them to tape her hands behind her back. They led her to the living room, where she joined the tied-up siblings on the sofa.
Her white top and flowery knee-length skirt made her look like a colorful bouquet amidst the sea of grey and red. Despite her initial shock, she played along, the soft fabric of the tape a stark contrast against her delicate skin. She even suggested they tape her feet together for a more authentic look. The girls giggled as they secured her ankles , knees and even her big toes with the tape.
"Now, who's left?" Amber mused, looking around the room at their handiwork.
It was almost an hour before Amber, Maddie and James mum Joanna returned home from work. During that time the three barefoot prisoners had been exposed to hideous tickle torturing.
As the door swung open, the sound of their muffled laughter grew quiet. Joanna stepped into the hallway, her pale blue blouse and navy knee-length skirt swaying gently as she took off her black heels leaving her feet in nude tan tights. She looked tired from a long day at the office, but the sight of her children and mother bound on the sofa brought a smile to her lips.
"Looks like you three have been busy," she said, her voice filled with amusement. She walked into the living room, placing her briefcase by the door. The aroma of her perfume, a delicate mix of lavender and vanilla, filled the air.
James and Maddie's eyes grew hopeful, but Amber knew better. Joanna had a playful streak of her own. "You can't catch me!" she called out, her voice echoing through the house as she darted into the hallway. The chase was on.
Joanna's feet in their tan tights moved swiftly, but slipped against the polished floor as she darted around the corner. Amber and Sophie gave chase, their giggles bouncing off the walls, their bare feet giving them firm grip. They found her hiding behind a potted plant, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She pretended to struggle, but it was clear she was enjoying the game.
In no time, Joanna was bound with the same enthusiasm as the others, her wrists elbows, chest and knees and ankles secured with duct tape. She feigned protest as they gagged her with a scarf they had found in the drawer, and more silver tape, her laughter muffled and eyes dancing. They placed her on the sofa, her legs stretched out and feet resting on the coffee table. The four of them sat in a row, their varied taped-muted sounds creating a symphony of silent objection.
