A tete à tete with my cousin (m/f)

[Melany]

Memories, summer 9X, somewhere in France

It was the end of the holidays. There were still a few days to go before the start of the new school year and a return to normal life. We were all together as a family in this big country house, filled with the laughter of the children and the jokes of our parents. I was - I think - twelve. Maybe eleven, maybe thirteen: it hardly mattered.

So on that last day, I was virtually alone. My parents had gone hiking and all that was left with me was a much older cousin: 17 years old and whom I didn't know very well, having only seen him a few times in previous years. I remember he was tall, much taller than me, with big, impressive brown eyes that sparkled with life and fun. Standing next to him, I looked very small, in my skirt, sandals and T-shirt, my shyness and, alas, my boredom since the departure of my favorite cousin a few days earlier.

So it was to him, strangely enough, that I descended on this early summer afternoon, in this house that seemed to be there only for us. I went to see him in the living room, where he was lying down, listening to his music on a walkman. He smiled when he saw me coming and even took off his headphones, curious to know what had earned him the honour of seeing me come down to talk to him:

- Marc, I'm bored, I don't know what to do, don't you want to play with me ?
- Seriously, Mélanie, play with you? Would you really? And what would that be ?
- I don't know, maybe a board game? Anyway, what else can we do?

At that moment, I remember him smiling and looking behind me at the table in the living room, where there were three sturdy white nylon cords, each at least a metre long, usually used to spread a tarpaulin in the garden, and npw waiting to be put away. He stared at me thoughtfully for a few seconds before hesitating and then saying: ‘Listen, I'll make you a deal: you've got one minute to hide in the house and then I'll look for you for five minutes. If I don't find you, I'll spend the whole afternoon playing with you.

- And if you find me?

He smiled frankly before replying: ‘You're my prisoner instead’.

I weighed up the facts and stakes of the proposal in my head before saying, perhaps too quickly, that, yes, it was agreed. And without even waiting for his signal, I ran off to hide at the top of the stairs, in a corner that I thought only I knew about... and in which he found me out in less than two minutes, with a triumphant look on his face.

- Sorry, Melanie, you've lost and you're my prisoner,’ he said before grabbing me by the arm and leading me into the living room.
Without really trying to protest or fight back, I let myself be taken away, vaguely aware of what he was visibly intending to do to me: tie me up, tie me down, make me his prisoner.

And that's exactly what happened.

- All right, Melanie, imagine I've kidnapped you and I've got to tie you up, okay? I'm going to need you to put your hands behind your back, one against the other.

Without really giving me time to do it myself, he's already grabbed my wrists and a first cord, which I can feel winding round and round. After seven or eight turns, it seems to me that he passes it between my tied hands, which tightens the whole thing even more. Commenting aloud on his work, he says, ‘You see, that's how you tie someone up’. He then spun me round and, giving me a gentle push, indicated that I should go up the stairs to the first bedroom on the right. Once there, I sit down on the bed.

‘Put your legs together, nice and tight!’

I obey and watch him tie my ankles carefully, tightening a little more with each turn before, once again, running the rope between them and tying a final knot, which makes me wince slightly. With the last of the rope in his hand, he looks at me, seemingly unsure of what to do with it, hesitating between apparently tying my arms or my knees more tightly, which he chooses to do, making me almost laugh as I'm a bit ticklish in this zone.

Once the three cords were securely bound, he checked each knot again before smiling and saying, turning his back to me: ‘I'll leave you to it, I'll be back later’.

No sooner had he left than I tried, in vain, to free myself. I quickly got rid of the rope tying my knees, but I couldn't get rid of the ones tying my ankles and wrists. I tried in vain to reach a knot and slide them off. However, rather than wait for him to come back, I decided to have some fun too: I hopped out of the room as fast as I could and went to hide not far away, in another room... where I almost fell and was caught with a smile by my kidnapper cousin.

- Oh, you wanted to escape? Then look what I could have done if I'd really wanted you not to be able to move.

And as he says this, I feel more than I see the last rope being slipped between my feet and then between my hands... and the whole thing being drawn together as he pulls. I'm left speechless, fascinated, for the few seconds of what must be called my first hogtie as a prisoner. Finally, after a few more minutes of being tied up, my parents' early and unexpected return put an end to this impromptu session, which had been so rich in discoveries!

[laz]

enjoying your memories, do continue

[Tiengag5]

Hopefully you played again.

[Nainur]

again, a very nice read - lovely!

[Canuck100]

A fun and cute story. Looks like tugs ran in the family…. Thanks for sharing!

[TightsBound]

Another delightful story! Well written and enjoyable. Shame your parents came back right as it was getting more interesting. Thanks for sharing!

[Melany]

again, a very nice read - lovely!

A fun and cute story. Looks like tugs ran in the family…. Thanks for sharing!

Another delightful story! Well written and enjoyable. Shame your parents came back right as it was getting more interesting. Thanks for sharing!

enjoying your memories, do continue

Hopefully you played again.

Thanks for your feedback and kind words, it's highly appreciated. And yes, I've had another couples of play

[sweetvillain]

Hi, the story is really beautiful, the atmosphere it gives and the desire to dream these scenarios, really compliments Melany

[Melany]

Hi, the story is really beautiful, the atmosphere it gives and the desire to dream these scenarios, really compliments Melany

Thanks you, grazie !

[Dpsiic]

Once again a great story, thanks for posting @Melany

[Autarch]

Such a great story and experience.

[sweetvillain]

Hi, the story is really beautiful, the atmosphere it gives and the desire to dream these scenarios, really compliments Melany

Thanks you, grazie !

Thanks to you Melany, instead. Really beautful reads you

[copperfox]

What a great story, @Melany…thank you for sharing! I feel like experiencing your first real hogtie is a pretty significant “milestone” kind of event!

You mentioned that your parents’ return “put an end” to that particular session. What was their reaction to you being tied up? Were they angry or upset at all, or just concerned for your safety?

Looking forward to hearing about more of your adventures from that time in your life!

[Melany]

What a great story, @Melany…thank you for sharing! I feel like experiencing your first real hogtie is a pretty significant “milestone” kind of event!

You mentioned that your parents’ return “put an end” to that particular session. What was their reaction to you being tied up? Were they angry or upset at all, or just concerned for your safety?

Looking forward to hearing about more of your adventures from that time in your life!

Fair question but my answer will be kind of disapointing : they say nothing because they did not see me tied up. Hearing them arriving gave us plenty of time to untie me. Moreover, they were really not looking for us as soon as they did arrive.

I'll try to be more accurate in the future.

[Trammel]

Great story! Too bad your parents came home. A more extended hogtie could have been fun!

[GagAGirl]

Great story! I hope you write more
Wish I had a cousin like that

[Melany]

Great story! I hope you write more
Wish I had a cousin like that

Great story! Too bad your parents came home. A more extended hogtie could have been fun!

More I'll write... once I'm back from vacations (and, by the way, thanks for your feedback).