The Twin Sister (F/Fm)

[Im.V]

Story requested by @TuggyMale


It was half past noon when 32 year old Addison pulled up into the driveway of her ranch style home. She sits in the car for a moment to finish the cigarette as she takes the time to wine down from the workload, studying the four acre land with thick trees her home sits in the middle of.

With black hair and green eyes, Addison wore dark blue scrubs, her surgeon uniform, with black sneakers. “Wine…that sounds good right about now” Addison tells herself as she gets out of her car. Just as Addison was unlocking her front door, she hardly heard the footsteps running up behind her before feeling something cold pressed against her back.

“Addison, it’s me” said a familiar voice “I need to get inside.” Addison looked over her shoulder “what th-Emma?”
“I’m sorry I have to do this Addie…” Addison opens the door, all parties walks into the living room. Turning around, Addison faces Emma…her identical twin.
As always, Addison felt like she’s looking into a mirror when facing her sister. The same black hair, green eyes. Emma wore a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. The black shoes she’s wearing were the same Addison last saw her sister, five years ago when she visited Emma in prison.

“Emma what are you doing here?” Addison exclaims, ignoring the fact Emma had a revolver in her hand. “Finding a place to hide” Emma says “also to rest, maybe some food at this point.”
“Please put that away” Addison says “you’re making me nervous.” Emma hesitated before placing the revolver into the waistband of the jeans while saying “you’ll help me out, right sis?”

Addison rubs her forehead asking “what did you do? W-what is going on?” “I escaped alright?” Emma exclaims moving into the kitchen, Addison watches her sister over the bar separating the kitchen and living room as she opens the fridge.
“Emma you can’t stay here” Addison says “you’ve just made this worse for yourself” Addison moves to stand by the bar opposite of Emma as her sister opens a left over pasta she places on the bar. “On top of that, you’re pulling me into this. And Jake! Did you think of your nephew?”

Emma begins eating the pasta cold, in a savage way indicating to Addison she hasn’t eaten in a while. Seeing Emma wasn’t going to respond to her, Addison sighs and walks to the cupboard to grab her wine and glass. Taking a seat one of the two barstools, Addison fills her glass to the brim and gulps down half of it before Emma says “look, I’ve been in prison for the last ten years. There is no way th-“

“You should have thought about that before doing…what you did…Emma just stop it.” Addison ignores the glare.
“When does Jake come home?” Emma asks “I haven’t seen him since he was a baby. How old is he now? Nine? Ten?”
“Twelve” Addison says “and as I’m concerned, you shouldn’t be seeing him anytime soon.”

Emma eats the rest of the pasta in silence. Few minutes of silence later, Addison gets up and walks to her bedroom. Once in her bedroom, she opens her walk-in closet and removes her shoes and socks. Addison places her shoes on the rack along with a few pairs of shoes and boots, tossing the socks in a basket of dirty clothes outside of the door.

“Nice things” Addison hears Emma say behind her. Addison grew irritated by being followed, muttered a soft “thanks” and looks through the shirts.
“Take your clothes off” Emma says. “Now what?” Addison asks narrowing her eyes, she turns to face Emma and sees her sister holding the gun again. “Just take them off Addie” Emma commands.

“What is this?” Addison says taking her scrubs off. Emma walks into the closet, trapping Addison inside as she quickly looks around. “I’m sorry Addie” Emma says picking up a leather belt “I really am.”

Moments later, Addison finds herself laying facedown on the carpet floor of her walk-in closet. Bound by belts, with her hands together behind her back, a wide canvas belt wrapped around her upper arms, a leather belt wrapped around her thighs.
Emma was just tightening another canvas belt around Addison’s ankles as Addison says “you really don’t understand the line you just crossed.”

“Just think of this as a game, like we used to play when we were younger” Emma says finishing with Addison’s ankles “we used to tie each other up all the time.”
“I don’t remember being practically naked” Addison says, feeling a little chilly being only in her black bra and matching panties. Addison tugs against her restraints as she watches Emma walk into the bedroom, changing into Addison’s scrubs.

“I think I can pull you off” Emma says looking at herself at the mirror on the dresser. “This is your plan? Going as me so to escape to Mexico or something?” Addison says.
“And I see that you have a hefty looking safe in there” Emma says looking at her “you surly have the funds for someone looking for a vacation out of the country.”

“Fuck you” Addison says putting a little more effort into escaping her restraints. Emma walks up to Addison and looks down at her “I’m guessing you’re not going to just tell me the code to get in it?”
“What ever gave you that impression?” Addison says with sarcasm. Emma gives a soft chuckle “do you remember our tie up games when we were kids? I especially remembered the times I’d tie you up in a pretend game of cops and robbers. I used to torture you to spill beans.”

Addison sighs softly recalling the memories as Emma positions herself on top of Addison’s calves. “Emma, no…”
“Are your feet still as ticklish now as back then?” Addison didn’t have time to respond before feeling the sensation of fingers tickling the bottoms of her feet.

Addison fought the urge to respond, her eyes shut tight and bitting her bottom lips. Her body betrayed her first by flaring her feet around, to squirming under Emma’s weight. Then when the pressure in Addison’s chest risen too much she yells out of frustration before exploding with laughter.
Addison flops around, threatening Emma in between laughter. “The code Addie” Emma says continuing her assault “give me the code and all this will stop.”

“FUCK YOU!” Addison yells out. “That’s too bad…” Emma continues. Addison’s eyes watering up within the first minute, two minutes goes by, then the third… after the fourth minute Addison had a brief break while Emma positioned herself before tickling her sides.
“I will tickle torture you all day if I have to” Emma says dancing her fingers over Addison’s bare skin. Tears roll down Addison’s cheeks as her laughter is full of desperation. Emma continues dance her fingers, stabbing her finger tips into her armpits, squeezing Addison’s sides. In all attempt to break her.

Addison refuses to give in however.

“You’ve gotten stronger” Emma says sitting on the bed “my fingers hurt so much.” Addison lays on her side, panting and red faced. She watches Emma through the open closet door for a moment before closing her eyes. A slight smile appears on Addison’s face, feeling victorious.
“Jake should be getting home about now right? Almost four in the afternoon.” Addison says nothing to respond. Having forgotten about her son in the hours spent in the fight of willpower to not give in to Emma.

Footsteps were heard, then something being stuffed into Addison’s mouth caused her to open her eyes. Addison watched weakly as Emma begins to wrap silver duct tape around her head several times.
“That should do the trick” Emma says “now if you excuse me, I have to greet my son…”

“Mmmpphhh” Addison mutters as the closet door closes sending her into pitch darkness.

………….

Jake stepped off the bus right in front of the driveway, making his way up the quarter mile long graveled path. The breeze blew his blonde hair, irritatingly into his green eyes. He wore a camouflage shirt and jeans, brown boots with mud stains from his countless adventures in the outdoors surrounding his home.
He looked at the Apple Watch on his left wrist for the time and the weather for the rest of the weekend, excited for more adventures with his friends tomorrow Saturday morning.

Jake steps into the living room, removing his boots at the door. “Hey mom” Jake says glancing over at his mother sitting on the couch “long day?”
Jake’s mother smiles as she looks away from the phone in her hand “a little, why you ask?” Jake shrugged as he takes in her scrub uniform and bare feet. “Haven’t change out of your hospital gown” Jake jokes “either you just got home or too tired to change.”

“Oh, yeah” his mother says rubbing her forehead “a lot happened today.” Jake moves into the kitchen and pulls out a soda from the fridge. He opens it and takes a sip, aware that his mother’s eyes never leaving him. Jake looks over at his mother and asks “what?”

With a shrug, his mother says “just…noticing how much you grown.”
“Oh, alright” he says, he pads softly in his black socked feet over the wooden floor towards the recliner next to the couch. “How tall are you now?” His mother asks, Jake takes another sip and says “5’2.”

There was a moment of silence as Jake plays around with his watch for a moment until his mom asks “I’ve been in a mood, to play a game.”
“What kind of game?” Jake asks not looking away from the watch. “Have I told you some of the games I used to play with my sister when we were about your age?”
“You never liked talking about her” Jake response.

Jake heard his mother sigh rather loudly. He looks at her questioning. “Well” his mother says sounding frustrated “we…used to play this game of interrogation and wou-“ there was a thumping sound coming somewhere in the house that caused Jake to look around and ask “what was that?”
“Probably nothing” his mother says hesitantly “but I’ll like to play it with you.”

“Oh okay” Jake says turning his attention back to his mother “how does it go?”

“That’s pretty tight” Jake says as his mother pulled the knot. Standing in the middle of the living room, he looks down at the brown rope wrapped around his arms and chest, his wrists were crossed and already bound behind his back.
“All part of the experience” his mother says as she worked on tying the rope into a knot at his back. “Now I’m going to take you to your room” his mother says when finished tying the knot.

With a hand on the back of his neck, Jake walks towards his bedroom door, already opened and was made to sit on the edge of his bed. He watch as his mother wrapped more brown rope around his thighs and tie it up. “Am I being punished for something?” Jake asks with a smirk.
“Of course not” his mother say with a chuckle. “You’re tying me up rather well” Jake says tugging at his wrist’s rope. Partly missing the feel of this watch due to his mother suggesting to take it off so to not damage it by the rope.

His mother begins to tie up his ankles “years of practice on my sister Addison.” “Isn’t, your name Addison, mom?” Jake asks, narrowing his eyes confused. “Yes, of course” his mother responds “sorry, got mixed up with everything today! Wow what a day it has been…”

That’s when Jake noticed a tattoo on his mother’s left arm. A tattoo of a heart on top of a flower stem that curves slightly with leaves. Jake’s ankles were finished being tied together when he says “I don’t remember you having that tattoo.”
He looks her in the eyes “are you my mom’s sister?”
Emma sighs “well no use in hiding it now.”

Jake’s eyes widen and starts to squirm around frantically “what happened to my mom?” “She’s a little tied up at the moment” Emma says as she pushes Jake to lay on the bed. Jake grunts as he tries to resist as Emma maneuver him to lay face down, then bends his knees up behind his back.

“Stop fighting me kid” Emma says looping rope between his ankles.
“Untie me!”
Jake continues to grunt as he makes it difficult. Jake would kick out of Emma’s grasp then flare around for Emma to grab ahold of him again, try to pin him down as Emma tries to secure him more.
Emma eventually manages to loop the rope between Jake’s wrists then pulls the rope to bring his ankles close to his hands as much as possible before tying it off.

“Let me go!” Jake yells squirming around. “But we are about to have some quality time together since you were a baby” Emma says smirking, patting Jake on the head. “What do you want?”
Jake glares up at Emma who responds “do you happen to know the code to the safe in your mother’s closet?”
“What if I do?”
“I need that code.”
“No way.”

“I figured as much” Emma says. “Going to torture me? Is that the interrogation game? I have a high pain tolerance” Jake says. Emma chuckles “no, I can’t actually bring myself to hurt you dear nephew.”
Emma traces a finger over Jake’s bound limbs as she says “I’m hoping you inherited your mother’s sensitivity to…” Emma then racks her fingers up over Jake’s feet quickly “…tickling.”

Jake’s feet flared at the touch, then feels the anxiety quickly build up. “You can’t be serious” he says tugging at the ropes rather desperately.
“Let me just take these off” Emma says peeling Jake’s socks off. Jake feels the nerves in his feet flare up at high alert, curling his toes to somehow ease the feeling of vulnerability.

Emma forcefully stuffed his mouth with his socks. Held them in place as she quickly pulled some kind of cloth between his teeth and tied it around his head, the cloth has a knot in the middle pressing the socks into his mouth.

“Mmmmpphh!” Jake yell, more inaudible noises followed that can be barely heard. Fingers starts tickling the bottoms of his feet as Jake responds by squirming around and letting loose a series of giggles and other muffled noises.
It lasted only a few seconds before Emma says “you are quite a sensitive one, just like your mother. That’s good.”
“Mmph mmpph mmm mmmpphh” Jake protests as he watch Emma pick up something from under his bed. “Thankfully I had some time to prepare for our bonding session.”

“Guummph” Jake groans as he feels his big toes being tied together. “I have learned some tricks when I played tie up games with your mother” Emma says as Jake feels her gently rubbing some kind of oil on his feet.
“Not many things are as fun to do when someone is all tied up. To tickle them with no way to protect themselves.”

“Mmmmm-rrrrmmuummmpphh!” Jake strains against the ropes, frantically thrashing around until he feels his aunt’s lips close to his ear before she whispered “you’re going to wish you’ve told me the code, I promise you that”. What Jake felt next was electrifying. Nails slowly danced on the bottoms of his feet, the oil heightened his sensitivity that made every nerve in his body want to jump out of his skin.

“Tickle tickle” Emma’s words were gentle, almost caring sounding. Jake frantically tugs at the ropes, laughing in a desperate manner. His eyes start to sting within seconds from the tears forming, keeping them shut tight.
The ropes that bound him felt like they were holding him together so his skeleton wouldn’t burst out of his skin. His laughter pitched into a silent scream before being able to catch enough air to actually make a sound as Emma held his toes back to stretch his skin.

Her nails never slowing down, just a constant irritating tingling panic flowing through his nervous system.
Jake tries to think of anything to get the sensation off his mind, the tightness the ropes that bound him, the sting in his eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks. But they just add to the torment in the end.
Jake can’t shake off the feeling of helplessness as his feet continued to be tickled, the vulnerability he feels being tied up and how the oil makes his bare feet feel.

Jake hardly noticed Emma picking something up before he felt fingers being replaced by the bristles of a hairbrush.
Emma laughs at Jake’s reaction, holding his bound toes back with one hand and uses the other hand to stroke the brush brutally against the soles of his feet.
Jake had no intention in keeping up how long she tickled his feet like this, only desperately wanting it to end. Soon as he felt the bottoms of his feet become sore from the constant brush of the bristles, Emma dropped the brush on the bed and stroked the sides of his feet.

Emma experimented by wiggling her finger on the top part of his feet, still ticklish but Jake considered it a break. He huffed and moaned wildly until Emma’s fingers went between his toes, sending him back into a giggling mess. She eventually goes back tickling the bottom part, dancing her fingers under his toes to his soles, the arches, heels. Back up, then back down.

It could have been only a minute, or five minutes. Jake really wouldn’t know. Jake manages to roll onto his side, becoming a mistake as Emma held his ankles down on the mattress.
Emma takes the opportunity to tickle Jake’s expose belly and side, his shirt risen up slightly from all the thrashing.
Jake pleads mercy, though through the gag it sounds like his laughter and squealing.

Suddenly, it all stops. Jake lays still on his side breathing heavily through his nose. “MPHH!” Jake yelps feeling a hand, only to take notice his gag was being untied. The cloth was removed, Jake spat out his socks and lay his head down on the bed.
“This is your chance to end the tickling” Emma says “the code.”
“53892” Jake says in a hoarse voice.

“Thank you” Emma says “now you do know that if that isn’t the right code, I am coming back and tickle you more”.
“No!” Jake says “I can’t stand it anymore, please don’t tickle me.”
“Then you’re sure you given me the right code?”
“Yes.”

“Good” Emma says standing up. She grabs the socks and holds them up to Jake’s lips.
“What!” Jake yells, Emma pauses and asks “what?”
“Can I have some water please?”

Emma drops the socks on the bed and disappears into the hallway. Jake groans as he bites his lower lip, struggling against the ropes. “Come on…” Jake mutters to himself as he twist and pulls at his wrist restraints, his shoulders wiggling as he strains against the ropes.
He moans as he wiggles his feet, curling and uncurling his toes against his toe restraint as he kicks at the hogtie and strains his legs against the ropes.

He stops moving once Emma was heard walking back. She appears at the doorframe and hold a glass cup to his lips. Jake gulps the liquid as water pour from the corner of his lips. “Okay, you had your water” Emma says picking up the socks. “Do you really have to do that?” Jake asks.
Emma shoves them back into his mouth without a word. “gggrrrruuuummmpphh!” Jake yells as Emma ties the gag back into place. “Well it has been fun Jake” Emma says standing back “but I have to get going now.”

“Rrrruuummmphh!” Jake yells, kicking at the hogtie frantically. “I am sorry about leaving you tied up like this, I’ll make sure I make a call for someone to find you when I’m far away.”

With that, Emma walks out of the room, leaving Jake squirming on the bed.

[TuggyMale]

Wow wow wow

AMAZING!!! Thank you so much, I knew you could do it

[careless12]

i hope the codes wrong just so she can tickle him more

[lilshinefan]

can't wait to see where this one goes

[Janbound]

Loved the story, nut was the idea inspired (not copied) from

viewtopic.php?t=21135

Twin sisters
Impersonating a boy’s mother
Tickle torture on bare feet
Combination to a safe…….

As I said the idea was inspired, the story was not copied. And it was a good story.

[TuggyMale]

Loved the story, nut was the idea inspired (not copied) from

viewtopic.php?t=21135

Twin sisters
Impersonating a boy’s mother
Tickle torture on bare feet
Combination to a safe…….

As I said the idea was inspired, the story was not copied. And it was a good story.

Actually, it was more inspired by this
viewtopic.php?f=8&t=21242

But yes, the story you mentioned also played a part I guess. I mainly wanted a new interpretation of the request that led to Detective-Gags story with some of my wishes added. And I‘m glad That It worked so Well

But idk where Im.V took inspiration from, so you could be right too

[Snozzberry]

Great tie up tickle torture scene. I sure hope, for the readers sake, that Jake gave the wrong code and Emma has to come back and convince him that it's in his best interest to give her the correct code.

[TuggyBoundMale]

Wow, amazing story. I‘ve already read the inspiration, but I like this even more