Vicky and the twins (f/m…F/mf…mf/F)

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In a quiet, nondescript suburb, where the lawns were meticulously trimmed and the sidewalks unblemished by weeds, a young woman named Vicky took a leisurely stroll. She had just turned twenty, with raven hair that fell in soft waves and piercing green eyes that held a secret. Her black shirt and jeans blended with the shadows, while her black sneakers made no sound on the pavement. Vicky was lost in thought, her mind racing with an idea that had been simmering for weeks.

Her gaze fell upon a house that had captured her attention on more than one occasion. It was a typical two-story abode, but what set it apart were the twin figures playing in the yard. They were 12-year-old siblings, a boy and a girl, mirror images of each other with matching grins and mischievous glances. Their laughter was like music to Vicky's ears, a siren call to her deepest desires. She had noticed their routine, observed their habits, and gathered that this coming weekend, their parents would be out of town.

For weeks, Vicky had been meticulously planning her move. She had studied the layout of the house, memorized the schedule of the family, and even picked out the perfect spot to hide her tools of choice. The twins had no idea that their carefree days were about to take a turn. It was a thrilling thought, one that sent a shiver down her spine as she visualized the upcoming

Friday evening arrived, and Vicky felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. She parked her car a few houses down and approached the targeted home with a sense of purpose. The sun had set, leaving the neighborhood shrouded in a comforting darkness. She checked the time on her phone, noting that the twins' bedtime was fast approaching. She waited, her heart beating a little faster with every passing minute, until the lights inside the house began to dim.

Once the house was quiet, Vicky made her move. She slinked through the shadows, her sneakers silent on the dew-covered grass. The siblings' laughter had been replaced by the gentle hum of the TV in the living room. She found the back door unlocked, a careless oversight she had anticipated. She slipped inside, her heart pounding in her chest.

The bedroom was upstairs, at the end of a hallway adorned with family photos and finger-painted masterpieces. She climbed the stairs with a silent grace, her breathing even despite her racing thoughts. As she reached the top, she heard a muffled giggle, followed by a faint protest. Curiosity piqued, she tiptoed closer to the source of the sound.

Peering through the crack in their bedroom door, Vicky's eyes widened. The sister, with a smug smile, had tied her brother to a chair using a collection of colorful scarves. He squirmed and kicked, his cheeks red from both the struggle and the tickling she was administering with a feather. It was a sight she had never expected, a twist in her meticulous plan that she found strangely fascinating. She leaned against the wall, watching the scene unfold like a silent observer in a movie theater.

The twins were dressed in their pajamas, the brother in a blue set, and the sister in a pink set. Their bare feet danced with excitement and apprehension as they played out their game. The boy's toes curled and uncurled, his legs bouncing with each tickle from the feather, while the girl's feet remained firmly planted, her toes wiggling in delight with each giggle she elicited from her captive.

The brother’s arms were tied to the armrests, the scarves wrapping around his wrists and elbows in an intricate pattern that allowed for minimal movement. His ankles were bound to the chair's legs. He was a picture of helplessness, his eyes watering from the relentless tickling that the feather was delivering to his bare soles and the sides of his feet.

Vicky's grip tightened on the door frame as she watched the scene unfold. Her heart raced, her palms grew damp with anticipation. The twins were playing out a game that mirrored her own desires, unknowingly inviting her into their private world. She felt a strange kinship with the sister, who seemed to share her secret fascination with bondage and tickling. The sight of the brother's vulnerability sent a thrill through her that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

For a moment, she considered abandoning her original plan. Perhaps she could just sneak away, leaving them to their game. But the fantasy had taken hold of her too strongly. She needed to satisfy the urge that had been growing inside her for so long. She took a deep breath, pushing the door open with the tip of her shoe.

The siblings' laughter abruptly ceased as they turned to the intruder. The sister's eyes grew wide with fear, her grip on the feather tightening. The brother, though still bound and red-faced, managed to glare at Vicky through his tears. "Who are you? What do you want?" he demanded, his voice high-pitched from the tickling.

Vicky stepped into the room, a smile playing on her lips. "I've just come to join your little game," she said, her voice smooth and calm, belying the racing thoughts within her. She moved closer to the twins, her eyes scanning the room for additional materials. "It seems you two have a knack for this. I can tell you're going to enjoy this even more than I will."

The sister's eyes darted from the feather to her bound brother, and then to Vicky. The fear in them began to morph into something else, something that looked eerily like curiosity. She took a tentative step back, the feather dropping to the floor. "What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Vicky's smile grew wider. "Don't worry, I promise it'll be fun." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of ropes. "You've done such a good job tying up your brother, but let's see how well you can handle being tied up yourself."

The sister's eyes grew wider still, but she didn't protest as Vicky approached her. There was something almost hypnotic about the way Vicky moved, the confidence in her stride, the glint in her eyes. The brother's glare, however, only intensified. "Get out of here, or I'll scream!"
Ignoring his threat, Vicky pointed to a scarf and sock on the floor, her voice low and steady. "Why don't you go ahead and gag your brother with those?"

The sister hesitated, looking from Vicky to her brother, then back again. Finally, she bent down and picked up the makeshift gag, walking over to her brother with a sense of resignation. She didn't know who this stranger was or what she wanted, but the way she spoke, the way she held herself, it was as if she had no other choice. With trembling hands, she stuffed the sock into his mouth and secured it with the scarf.

As the brother's muffled protests grew louder, Vicky stepped behind the sister, her ropes at the ready. "Now, let's get you all cozy," she said, her tone almost soothing. She began wrapping the ropes around the girl's wrists behind her back, pulling them tight and knotting them. The twin struggled slightly, but not enough to escape the bonds that grew tighter with every loop.

Once the wrists were secured, Vicky instructed the girl to sit on the edge of the bed. She complied, her eyes never leaving Vicky's. "What's your name?" Vicky asked, her voice gentle as she began to tie the rope around the girl's ankles. The girl's eyes searched hers for a hint of kindness, a spark of humanity in this unexpected situation.
"Lilly," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “And my brother’s name is Timmy."

Vicky nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she worked. "Well, Lilly, you're doing great." She tied a knot, then moved up to the girl's knees, securing them together. Despite the fear, Lilly felt a strange comfort in Vicky's words, a comfort that was as confusing as it was reassuring.
"But why are you doing this?" Lilly asked, her voice trembling. "Are you a house burglar?"

Vicky paused, her eyes meeting Lilly's for a brief moment. "Not exactly," she replied, her voice still calm and soothing. "I've just come to play a little game with you two. It's something I've always wanted to do, and when I saw how good you are at tying each other up, I couldn't resist." She tightened the ropes around Lilly's thighs, ensuring she couldn't kick or struggle.
"But why?" Lilly's voice was shaking more now, her eyes searching for an explanation in the darkness of Vicky's gaze.
Vicky took a deep breath, her smile fading slightly. "Why do people do anything? Sometimes, we just have desires that we can't ignore."

With Lilly's legs secured, Vicky moved to tie her arms to her sides, the rope wrapping around her body at elbow level.
Lilly's eyes searched Vicky's, trying to understand the cryptic response. "What do you mean, a game?" Her voice was strained, the fear becoming palpable as the reality of the situation began to sink in.

“Just like you two, i like to play tie up games too," Vicky said with a chuckle, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Timmy glared at her from his chair, his eyes full of anger and defiance. Lilly, on the other hand, lay on the bed on her stomach, bound and immobile, her wide eyes filled with a mix of fear and curiosity.

Vicky walked over to her bag. She pulled out a handful of feathers and tickling tools, laying them on the bedside table. “You see, I enjoy watching people squirm and laugh. It's... entertaining." She picked up a feather and twirled it between her fingers, watching the siblings' expressions closely.

Timmy's eyes narrowed with anger, his muffled growls growing louder as he tested the strength of his bonds. Lilly, on the other hand, swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving the feather. The fear in her expression was clear, but there was something else. A flicker of understanding, maybe even a hint of excitement, Vicky almost could feel the thrilling feeling in Lily’s eyes.
"So, you like tickling too?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to keep the tremor from showing.
Vicky nodded, her smile returning. "More than you can imagine." She took a step closer to the bed, the feather poised in the air. "Now, i could see that your brother is ticklish, lets see how ticklish you are."

Lilly gulped as Vicky trailed the feather lightly over her bare foot. She felt the urge to laugh, but she held it in, unsure of what the woman’s reaction would be. The sensation grew more intense as the feather danced over her sensitive soles and along the sides of her feet. She bit her lip, her body tensing with the effort to remain still.
Timmy's muffled protests grew louder as he watched his sister's ordeal, his own feet twitching in the chair. The sight of the feather was enough to make him squirm, and he knew that if he didn’t get out of here soon, he’d be next.

Vicky's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched Lilly's reactions. "You're quite the tough one, aren't you?" she murmured, moving the feather away for a moment before bringing it back with renewed vigor.
Lilly couldn’t help it. A giggle bubbled up from her chest, escaping her lips despite her efforts to suppress it. Vicky's smile grew wider, her eyes alight with amusement. "I knew you'd be fun," she said, leaning in closer.

With a swift move, she switched from the feather to her fingers, which she knew would tickle far more intensely. Lilly's eyes widened even further as the pads of Vicky's fingers brushed against her sensitive skin. The touch was light, almost feathery, but it was enough to make her squirm. Timmy watched, his own body tensing as he imagined the sensation on his own skin.

Vicky's fingers danced over Lilly's soles, moving in small, deliberate circles. The girl's body began to convulse with stifled laughter, her bound form writhing on the bed. She tried to keep her composure, but it was a losing battle. The giggles grew into laughter, the kind that came from deep within the belly, the kind that could not be contained.

"P-please," Lilly managed to say between gasps, "S-stop." Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watering from the intense sensation. But Vicky was relentless, her own amusement growing with every squirm and giggle she elicited.
"Just a little more," Vicky cooed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her fingers danced faster, pressing slightly harder into the sensitive arches of Lilly's feet.

Lilly's body bucked on the bed, her laughter growing more desperate as she pleaded for mercy. "P-please," she managed to squeak out, her eyes screwed shut with the effort to hold back the tide of giggles. "I can't take it!"

Vicky stepped back, her own cheeks flushed with excitement. She looked down at Lilly's bound form, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her laughter. "Alright," she said, her voice still gentle, "I'll give you a break for now."

The girl's eyes snapped open, hope flickering in them. Vicky turned her gaze to Timmy, who was now struggling even more violently against his bonds. He watched his sister with a mix of fear and anger. "Your turn," Vicky said, sauntering over to him.

Timmy's eyes widened in panic as he watched Vicky approach with the feather. He thrashed in the chair, his muffled sounds of protest growing more frantic. But it was no use. With a deft touch, she reached out and grazed the feather over his bare toes.

The contact was electric, sending a shockwave of sensation through his body. He kicked and bucked, trying to free himself from the scarves, but they held firm. The feather danced over his feet, the sensation driving him wild. His eyes squeezed shut as the laughter bubbled up from deep within, his body jerking with every stroke of the feather.

Vicky watched with rapt attention, her eyes shining with excitement. She had never seen someone react so strongly to such a simple touch. She paused, letting the tension build, before switching to the toothbrush she had picked up from the bedside table.

The plastic handle felt cold and smooth in her hand as she brought the bristly end to Timmy’s bare foot. He stilled, his eyes darting to the new tool with a mix of fear and curiosity. Vicky's smile grew wicked as she brushed the bristles against his big toe.
Timmy's whole body jolted, his eyes flying open. The sound that came from him was a cross between a squeal and a laugh, muffled by the scarf in his mouth. He tried to pull his foot away, but Vicky was too quick. She began to trace the bristles up and down the length of his foot, her strokes growing faster and more intense with each pass.

The boy's face turned a deep shade of red, his eyes watering as the laughter overtook him. His legs kicked wildly, the chair rocking back and forth with the force of his movements. Vicky held his ankle firmly, her grip unyielding as she continued her tickling assault.

Timmy's muffled cries grew more desperate as she switched from his soles to the sensitive skin between his toes. He squirmed and jerked, trying to pull away from the brush's relentless tickle. Vicky's eyes sparkled with delight at his reaction, a thrill coursing through her as she watched him lose control.
Finally, she stepped back, the toothbrush still in hand. "I think it's time for bed, don't you?" she said, her voice still calm and even. "But don't worry, I'm not going to end the game just like that."

….

Early in the morning, Vicky woke up and sat up on the couch she had slept on in the living room. She stretched her arms, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for the day ahead. The twins were still bound in the bedroom, their laughter from the night before a distant memory. She had allowed them to rest, knowing that she had more plans in store for them.

Vicky stood up, the carpet floor soft underneath her bare feet. She made her way up the stairs and into the bedroom she left the twins in. Timmy and Lilly lay on their backs on the bed next to each other. Vicky had bound the twins to the bed for a more comfortable position to sleep. Their hands above their heads, wrists tied to the headboard. Their legs were bound at the ankles and knees, ankles attached to the footboard.
The siblings were already awake, both of them making muffled protests through the duct tape that cover their mouths when Vicky walked in.

Vicky took notice of their bare feet. The sight of their vulnerable soles brought back the excitement from the night before. She knew the sensations they had felt, the power she had over them, and the thrill of watching them squirm. She reached out and lightly traced her finger along Timmy's foot, watching the way his body tensed.

"Good morning," she said sweetly, her eyes gleaming in the soft light of dawn. "I hope you two had a restful night." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But now, it's time for part two of our little game."

Timmy's eyes grew wide with terror as Vicky picked up a feather from the bedside table. Lilly's eyes darted from her brother's bound form to Vicky's smiling face, her own fear mingling with a strange anticipation. Vicky began to tickle Timmy's feet once more, her movements deliberate and precise.
The boy's muffled squeals filled the room, his body contorting in a desperate attempt to escape the feather's relentless touch. Lilly watched, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, her heart racing as she felt the ropes that held her to the bed.

Turning to Lily’s feet, Vicky noticed how they were almost begging for attention, wiggling slightly in their bonds. She couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned in, her eyes locked on Lilly’s. With a swift movement, she began tickling the soles of her feet with the feather. Lilly’s eyes grew wide with shock, then narrowed with the effort to suppress her laughter. But it was no use; the giggles erupted from her, vibrating through her body and shaking the bed.

Encouraged by the reaction, Vicky moved up the bed and began to tickle the twins' armpits. Lilly's laughter grew louder, her body writhing under the ropes as she tried to escape the feather’s torturous dance. Timmy's muffled squeaks turned into full-blown laughter, his eyes watering and cheeks turning scarlet. Their bound forms jerked and spasmed in time with Vicky's movements, creating a macabre ballet of forced mirth.

Vicky's own laughter joined the symphony of giggles and squeals. Her green eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and something darker, something primal. She felt alive, in control, as she moved to their bellies, her fingertips tracing the soft flesh with feathery touches. The siblings' bodies responded instinctively, their stomach muscles clenching and releasing in an involuntary dance to the tune of her tickling.
But the thrill of the chase had begun to wane, and she found herself craving a new challenge. With a dramatic flourish, she withdrew the feather and set it aside. "Let's switch things up a bit, shall we?" she said, her voice a purr that sent shivers down their spines. "I think it's time for a little... change of position.”

Moments later, Vicky had untied the siblings hands from the bed, keeping the gags in place and their feet bound.
Vicky had Lily and Timmy sit back to back on the bed. Vicky then wrapped rope around the twins, from their shoulders to their waists, tying the twins together.

Vicky stood back to admire her handiwork, the twins now bound back-to-back on the bed. She had a newfound respect for the siblings' bond, not just in the way they had been playing the night before, but in how they had endured her "game." But she wasn't finished yet. She had an entire weekend ahead of her, and she intended to make the most of it.

Vicky took a moment to tickle the noses of the twins with the feather, then traced the tip down their necks and chins. The reaction Vicky got were shaking heads and annoyed muffled protests. Vicky found the glares the twins shoot at her amusing as they tugged at each other in an attempt to wiggle free from the ropes and the feather’s teasing sensation.
Vicky pulled away and placed the feather back on the table.

"I'm going to make us some breakfast," she announced, her voice cheerful and bright. "I'll leave you two here to think about how much fun we're going to have today." With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, the door clicking shut behind her.

Vicky found eggs and bacon and started cooking. The sizzle of the bacon filled the kitchen, the smell of it mingling with the aroma of the freshly brewed coffee. She hummed to herself, feeling more alive than she had in weeks. The anticipation of what the day held was like a drug, her thoughts racing with excitement.
In a half hour, Vicky had plates of food on the table, enough for the three of them. But just as Vicky was about to turn around to go into the livingroom, Vicky was tackled from behind…

Laughter filled the livingroom as Vicky, now hogtied on the livingroom floor, was enduring a tickle attack from the twins who had somehow escaped their restraints, hogtied her and now at the receiving end of the tie up game.
Lilly had her fingers dancing on the bottoms of Vicky’s bare feet, while Timmy held onto her sides, tickling her ribs mercilessly. The roles had reversed, and Vicky could feel the same helplessness and excitement she had inflicted upon the twins.

Her eyes watered and her cheeks grew red with laughter, her body bucking against the ropes that held her firmly in place. Despite the situation, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. The twins had shown a surprising resilience and ingenuity.
Their laughter grew louder, and the room was filled with the sound of their giggles. Vicky’s stomach muscles ached from the strain of laughing so hard, and she found herself gasping for air as they continued their relentless assault.

“Im so glad we got you as a babysitter” Timmy said as he stood up, his laughter dying down. Lilly giggled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’re not so bad at this after all,” she teased.
Vicky’s breath was ragged from laughing. She had underestimated the twins’ resourcefulness. “I guess I taught you too well,” she said, her voice strained as she tried to control her giggles.

Lilly stood up as well and grabbed a roll of duct tape. “Thanks for the roleplay Vicky. It has been really fun” Lilly said smiling wide “just too bad me and Timmy could escape that last tie up of yours, it wasn’t as good as the ones you did beforehand”
Timmy nodded, his eyes sparkling with the same mischief as his sister’s. They had turned the tables on her, and the power dynamics in the room had shifted.

With surprising gentleness, Lilly ripped a piece of the tape and approached Vicky’s head, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She leaned in and pressed the sticky side of the tape over Vicky’s mouth, effectively silencing any protests she might have had.
Vicky’s eyes widened in shock, and she tried to struggle against her binds, but the twins had learned from the best. The tape was firm, sealing her lips shut.

Timmy grabbed the remote for the TV, turning it on to a cartoon channel. He sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Vicky, his grin wide and mischievous. "You know what’s funny?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of challenge. "You thought you had all the power, but now look at you."
Lilly nodded in agreement, her own smile mirroring her brother's. "We learned from the best," she said, her voice carrying a note of pride.

Vicky chuckled, she knew she was now at the mercy of the twins, until either their parents got home or Vicky herself escape. But for now, she had to admit, this was quite entertaining.
Lilly took the feather from the floor, and without warning, she began to tickle Vicky's feet. Vicky’s laughter echoed through the room, her body jerking involuntarily. The twins had clearly learned from their experience and had become quite adept at this game

[DioA]

This was a fun read. Not what I usually read, but very well written.

[milagros317]

Wonderful story!
I hope that you will write a continuation, possibly with the parents coming home to find Vicky still captive.

[Redman]

That was awesome! I did not see that plot twist coming,but it was awesome! Thank you so much. I hope to read more about VickyLily and Timmy. If you should choose to write more.

[Snozzberry]

How dare those 2 little hooligans escape, they need to be taken right back upstairs and have their wrists and ankles handcuffed and shackled to the head and footboard while Vicky finds a tickle monster to set loose on them.