Family Ties (ff/Fmf)
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2025 3:50 pm
It was a warm summer evening as 14 year old Harley sat on his bed in shorts and a Minecraft t shirt, his mind focussed on the screen in front of him where his character was busy building zombie traps. Suddenly there was a knock at his door and his sister’s friends Michelle and Alba stood in the opening: Alba’s blonde hair in a long pony tail, wearing black leggings and white vest top, Michelle’s unruly red hair plying loose, also in black leggings with “Hello Kitty” pink T-shirt. Both were bare foot.
They looked at him with mischievous smiles that he knew spelled trouble. The giggling and occasional squeals of laughter had been something he tried to ignore thinking it was stupid older sisters games. “Hi there trouble.” Said Michelle. “Bea would like to see you.”
Harley wasn’t sure what was going on. Bianca, or Bea, didn’t want to see him most of the time ,let alone wet she was having a sleepover. “What’s going on?” he sputtered. But before he hit an answer one girl grabbed an arm each and lifted him off the bed. They dragged him to Bianca’s room where his sister lay on the bed, tightly bound with rope, wearing a pink vest top and turquoise shorts. Her eyes were wide with excitement and a hint of fear, over the top of several silver strips making up her gag, but she nodded at him, silently urging him to play along. In the few moments he admired how well she had been trussed up. As well as her gag, her arms were behind her back, and ropes were tied round her body at four levels from shoulders to waist. Her ankles were crossed and bound, and her legs tied at shins, above and below knees and mid thighs. There was even a pink ribbon tied in a bow, binding her two little toes together.
Michelle and Alba pushed him down next to his sister and whispered into his ear. “You’re going to love this Harley.” His heart raced as they started to tie his wrists together with the same coloured rope they’d used to bind Bianca. He couldn’t believe this was happening, his wildest fantasy about being tied up by his sisters friends was actually coming true. He felt a rush of excitement as the rope tightened, but also a strange sense of panic. What if he didn’t like it? What if he couldn’t get away? The room swam around him, a mix of fear and exhilaration. But it was too late to protest. He was already in it, and there was something oddly comforting about being in this situation with his sister and her friends.
Michelle tied a scarf around his eyes, blindfolding him, while Alba bound his ankles together with a soft, velvety rope. He could feel the warmth of their hands as they worked, their laughter now a gentle background noise. His mind was racing. He’d always had a bit of a crush on Alba, and now here she was, so close to him, her hands touching his skin as she not wholly accidentally gave his bare feet a quick tickle. He tried to stay calm, not to give anything away. They didn’t know about his secret fantasy. He had to play along, act as if he was just a little brother caught up in their game. But deep down, he hoped they’d keep him like this forever.
Next, they began to tie his legs together, starting with his shins and moving up to his thighs. The ropes felt snug but not painful, and every time they wrapped rope round, cinched between his legs then tightened a knot, he felt a thrill shoot through him. It was all he could do to keep from smiling. More rope was tied round his elbows, tied around his chest, round and under his shoulders, around his forearms and tummy, even tying his wrists around the belt loops of his shorts. When they were done, he was lying on his side next to Bianca, both of them immobilised. Then, they took one of his sister’s socks and stuffed it into his mouth. The smell of her feet was faint but unmistakable, and it only added to his excitement. They wrapped tape around his head, sealing the sock in place. The sound of the tape tearing from the roll was the only thing he could hear in the quiet room. The tape was cold and sticky against his skin, but the feeling of being gagged was oddly comforting, like a warm blanket muffling his thoughts.
“Let’s tickle them!” shouted Alba, and suddenly his world was full of giggles and the feeling of soft fingertips dancing over the soles of his feet. His body responded immediately, squirming and jerking as they touched his most sensitive spots. The tickling was gentle at first, just a light tease, but soon it grew more insistent, the girls’ laughter echoing off the walls as they watched him struggle. Harley’s face grew red and his breath came in gasps. He could feel his heart racing, thumping against his chest, and he knew he was close to laughing uncontrollably. Gagged and unable to beg for mercy, tied up tightly so he could not run away, blindfolded so he knew not where the next attack was coming from, he found himself loving being at the total mercy of these two older teenagers.
The tickling grew more intense, their fingers dancing across his ribs and armpits, sending him into spasms of helpless laughter. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious agony yet one that he never wanted to end. He could feel his body convulsing, trying to escape the relentless onslaught of tickling. The girls’ laughter grew louder, and he could sense their excitement as they watched their captive audience squirm. Harley’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions: joy, terror, arousal, and a touch of embarrassment. He’d never felt so vulnerable and alive at the same time.
But then, something unexpected happened. He felt rather than saw a blur of movement and heard a sharp intake of breath. The sound of rope sliding against skin followed, and soon his sister’s muffled shrieks joined his own. The girls had moved on to tickle Bianca, and she was fighting just as hard as he was, her body writhing in a symphony of bound limbs. It was strange to hear her so powerless, so openly enjoying something that Harley had always associated with childish games. He felt a pang of jealousy, not just for the attention she was receiving, but for the fact that she had been part of this from the beginning. He wondered how much of it was an act for his benefit.
The tickling grew more intense, their fingers digging into his sides and feet, making him buck like a wild horse. His laughter was loud and uncontrolled, the kind that made his stomach ache and his eyes water. He could feel the sweat forming on his brow, and his breath came in ragged gasps. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, crossing the fine line between pain and pleasure again and again: something that the girls danced upon with gleeful abandon.
As the tickling continued, Harley felt a sudden loosening around his eyes, and the blindfold fell away. His vision was blurred at first, filled with the after-images of the darkness, but as it cleared, he saw the room swirling with activity. Alba and Michelle were straddling him and Bianca, their hands a flurry of motion as they tickled both siblings without mercy. The sight of them, their eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement, their cheeks flushed from the effort of holding in their laughter, was almost too much to handle.
The bed beneath them started to shake and squeak under the strain of their struggling forms. The cover had grown damp from their sweat, and the duvet had started to slip. In their frenzied laughter, none of them noticed the precarious situation until it was too late. With a final, desperate wiggle, Harley felt his support from the mattress give way. All four of them toppled over the side in a tangle of duvet, sheets and limbs, landing on the floor with a thud that shook the very foundations of the room. The impact sent a jolt of pain through his body, but the sensation was quickly overridden by the hysterical laughter that followed.
Michelle and Alba couldn’t contain themselves anymore and broke into peals of laughter, their hands momentarily stopping their assault. The sudden release from the tickling allowed Harley to take a deep breath, the sock in his mouth muffling his own giggles. The room was a blur of movement as the girls tried to untangle themselves from the mess of fabric and rope. The sight was too much for him, and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He started to laugh, his body jerking and twitching as he tried to dislodge the gag. The sound that came out was a strange, muffled snort that only made the girls laugh harder.
Then, the door to the bedroom flew open with a bang. Fiona, Harley and Bianca’s mother, stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock and anger. She thundered up the stairs, demanding to know what was happening. The sight of her, dressed in a sleeveless pink summer dress that clung to her ample figure and suntan nude tights, was a stark contrast to the chaos in the room. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from exertion or fury, Harley couldn’t tell.
“What on earth is going on here?” she bellowed, her voice echoing off the walls. The sudden intrusion made the girls freeze, their laughter dying away. The ropes around Harley and Bianca grew tight again as they realized the gravity of the situation. They’d never expected their mother to walk in on them like this, especially not when they were in the throes of their tickling game.
Fiona took in the sight of her children, bound and gagged on the floor, and their friends standing over them with ropes in their hands. Her expression shifted from shock to bewilderment to something that Harley couldn’t quite read. Was it anger, or something else? The room was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing. The tension was palpable, the air thick with it.
Then, without warning, Fiona burst out laughing. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle the sound, but it only made her laugh harder. “Oh my goodness, what have you all gotten yourselves into?” she managed to say between gasps. Her laughter was infectious, and soon the girls were giggling along with her. Harley felt his own tension ease a little, but he was still very much aware of the predicament he was in.
Michelle and Alba looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why don’t you join us, Mrs. Fraser?” Alba suggested, holding up a length of rope with a grin. Fiona raised an eyebrow, but the curiosity in her eyes was unmistakable. “We promise we’ll go easy on you,” added Michelle, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Fiona looked at her bound children, who both nodded enthusiastically, their wide eyes begging her to play along. With a sigh and a shake of her head, she allowed the girls to lead her over to the bed. “You’d better not do anything you’ll regret, young ladies,” she warned, though the giggle that followed took the sting out of her words. She sat down, and the two friends quickly set to work, their nimble fingers wrapping the rope around her wrists and ankles. Harley watched with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He hadn’t fantasied about his mum being tied up before, but it was certainly interesting to see her in such a vulnerable state.
“Don’t hurt my children you fiends, please don’t hurt my children,” Fiona giggled as she felt the ropes tighten around her. Her protests were met with more giggling from the girls and the occasional muffled snicker from her own children. The room was filled with the sound of ropes being tied carefully, the rustle of the duvet, and the steady rhythm of their breaths as they worked. Fiona’s eyes grew wide as the ropes grew tighter round her knees and arms, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through her. It was a strange sensation, being bound by her daughter’s friends, but she found herself enjoying it more than she ever thought she would.
Once Fiona was secured to their satisfaction, the two friends stepped back to admire their handiwork. The mother lay on the bed, her body tightly wrapped in ropes that contrasted sharply with her pink dress. Her arms were bound behind her back, and her legs were tied at the ankles, knees, and thighs. A look of mock horror crossed her face as she tested the knots. “You’re not going to tickle me too, are you?” she asked, her voice high and playful.
“Not before we’ve gagged you!” Said Alba.
Fiona’s eyes went wide, and she felt a strange thrill at the words. She’d never been into bondage or anything like this before, but the sensation of being tied up was oddly comforting. Like being cocooned in a warm, restrictive blanket that she hadn’t realized she needed. She felt a soft, cool cloth being pushed into her mouth. She could feel the tape tightening around her head as the girls secured her gag, holding her Blonde hair out of the way. It was a strange sensation, feeling the material fill her mouth and muffle her words.
With Fiona now a participant in their game, Alba and Michelle’s laughter grew even more infectious. They turned to each other and gave a mischievous nod followed by a high five, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Harley’s heart raced as he watched them approach the bed, their hands reaching out to begin the torture once more. He felt a strange sense he couldn’t describe, now that his mother had embraced the game, despite the initial shock.
Michelle started with Fiona’s feet, her slender fingers gliding over the thin nylon covering that encased them, finding the most sensitive spots with ease. Fiona’s eyes grew wide above her gag, and she squirmed against the restraints, letting out a muffled squeal. Alba took the opportunity to tickle Bianca’s bare feet, the latter’s giggles joining her mother’s. Harley could feel his own body tense with anticipation. He wasn’t sure if it was fear of being left out or the sheer excitement of watching his mother and sister in such a vulnerable position. Either way, his body was ready for the sensation again.
But the tickling didn’t stop there. Alba soon moved from Fiona’s feet to the backs of her knees, her laughter bubbling up as she watched the woman’s face contort with the effort to suppress her laughter. Meanwhile, Michelle had turned her attention to Harley, her nimble hands working their way up his soles and behind his knees. His body jerked and convulsed as he fought to hold back the laughter, his eyes squeezed shut in an effort to maintain his dignity. Yet, it was useless. The tickling was too much, and his muffled giggles filled the room.
When all three bound victims were reduced to sweaty giggling wrecks on the floor Alba and Michelle stood back and grinned. “Now where are those snakes for the midnight feast?” Alba grinned. Both girls padded down the stairs to raid the kitchen leaving their three captives tightly trussed.
They looked at him with mischievous smiles that he knew spelled trouble. The giggling and occasional squeals of laughter had been something he tried to ignore thinking it was stupid older sisters games. “Hi there trouble.” Said Michelle. “Bea would like to see you.”
Harley wasn’t sure what was going on. Bianca, or Bea, didn’t want to see him most of the time ,let alone wet she was having a sleepover. “What’s going on?” he sputtered. But before he hit an answer one girl grabbed an arm each and lifted him off the bed. They dragged him to Bianca’s room where his sister lay on the bed, tightly bound with rope, wearing a pink vest top and turquoise shorts. Her eyes were wide with excitement and a hint of fear, over the top of several silver strips making up her gag, but she nodded at him, silently urging him to play along. In the few moments he admired how well she had been trussed up. As well as her gag, her arms were behind her back, and ropes were tied round her body at four levels from shoulders to waist. Her ankles were crossed and bound, and her legs tied at shins, above and below knees and mid thighs. There was even a pink ribbon tied in a bow, binding her two little toes together.
Michelle and Alba pushed him down next to his sister and whispered into his ear. “You’re going to love this Harley.” His heart raced as they started to tie his wrists together with the same coloured rope they’d used to bind Bianca. He couldn’t believe this was happening, his wildest fantasy about being tied up by his sisters friends was actually coming true. He felt a rush of excitement as the rope tightened, but also a strange sense of panic. What if he didn’t like it? What if he couldn’t get away? The room swam around him, a mix of fear and exhilaration. But it was too late to protest. He was already in it, and there was something oddly comforting about being in this situation with his sister and her friends.
Michelle tied a scarf around his eyes, blindfolding him, while Alba bound his ankles together with a soft, velvety rope. He could feel the warmth of their hands as they worked, their laughter now a gentle background noise. His mind was racing. He’d always had a bit of a crush on Alba, and now here she was, so close to him, her hands touching his skin as she not wholly accidentally gave his bare feet a quick tickle. He tried to stay calm, not to give anything away. They didn’t know about his secret fantasy. He had to play along, act as if he was just a little brother caught up in their game. But deep down, he hoped they’d keep him like this forever.
Next, they began to tie his legs together, starting with his shins and moving up to his thighs. The ropes felt snug but not painful, and every time they wrapped rope round, cinched between his legs then tightened a knot, he felt a thrill shoot through him. It was all he could do to keep from smiling. More rope was tied round his elbows, tied around his chest, round and under his shoulders, around his forearms and tummy, even tying his wrists around the belt loops of his shorts. When they were done, he was lying on his side next to Bianca, both of them immobilised. Then, they took one of his sister’s socks and stuffed it into his mouth. The smell of her feet was faint but unmistakable, and it only added to his excitement. They wrapped tape around his head, sealing the sock in place. The sound of the tape tearing from the roll was the only thing he could hear in the quiet room. The tape was cold and sticky against his skin, but the feeling of being gagged was oddly comforting, like a warm blanket muffling his thoughts.
“Let’s tickle them!” shouted Alba, and suddenly his world was full of giggles and the feeling of soft fingertips dancing over the soles of his feet. His body responded immediately, squirming and jerking as they touched his most sensitive spots. The tickling was gentle at first, just a light tease, but soon it grew more insistent, the girls’ laughter echoing off the walls as they watched him struggle. Harley’s face grew red and his breath came in gasps. He could feel his heart racing, thumping against his chest, and he knew he was close to laughing uncontrollably. Gagged and unable to beg for mercy, tied up tightly so he could not run away, blindfolded so he knew not where the next attack was coming from, he found himself loving being at the total mercy of these two older teenagers.
The tickling grew more intense, their fingers dancing across his ribs and armpits, sending him into spasms of helpless laughter. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious agony yet one that he never wanted to end. He could feel his body convulsing, trying to escape the relentless onslaught of tickling. The girls’ laughter grew louder, and he could sense their excitement as they watched their captive audience squirm. Harley’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions: joy, terror, arousal, and a touch of embarrassment. He’d never felt so vulnerable and alive at the same time.
But then, something unexpected happened. He felt rather than saw a blur of movement and heard a sharp intake of breath. The sound of rope sliding against skin followed, and soon his sister’s muffled shrieks joined his own. The girls had moved on to tickle Bianca, and she was fighting just as hard as he was, her body writhing in a symphony of bound limbs. It was strange to hear her so powerless, so openly enjoying something that Harley had always associated with childish games. He felt a pang of jealousy, not just for the attention she was receiving, but for the fact that she had been part of this from the beginning. He wondered how much of it was an act for his benefit.
The tickling grew more intense, their fingers digging into his sides and feet, making him buck like a wild horse. His laughter was loud and uncontrolled, the kind that made his stomach ache and his eyes water. He could feel the sweat forming on his brow, and his breath came in ragged gasps. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, crossing the fine line between pain and pleasure again and again: something that the girls danced upon with gleeful abandon.
As the tickling continued, Harley felt a sudden loosening around his eyes, and the blindfold fell away. His vision was blurred at first, filled with the after-images of the darkness, but as it cleared, he saw the room swirling with activity. Alba and Michelle were straddling him and Bianca, their hands a flurry of motion as they tickled both siblings without mercy. The sight of them, their eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement, their cheeks flushed from the effort of holding in their laughter, was almost too much to handle.
The bed beneath them started to shake and squeak under the strain of their struggling forms. The cover had grown damp from their sweat, and the duvet had started to slip. In their frenzied laughter, none of them noticed the precarious situation until it was too late. With a final, desperate wiggle, Harley felt his support from the mattress give way. All four of them toppled over the side in a tangle of duvet, sheets and limbs, landing on the floor with a thud that shook the very foundations of the room. The impact sent a jolt of pain through his body, but the sensation was quickly overridden by the hysterical laughter that followed.
Michelle and Alba couldn’t contain themselves anymore and broke into peals of laughter, their hands momentarily stopping their assault. The sudden release from the tickling allowed Harley to take a deep breath, the sock in his mouth muffling his own giggles. The room was a blur of movement as the girls tried to untangle themselves from the mess of fabric and rope. The sight was too much for him, and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He started to laugh, his body jerking and twitching as he tried to dislodge the gag. The sound that came out was a strange, muffled snort that only made the girls laugh harder.
Then, the door to the bedroom flew open with a bang. Fiona, Harley and Bianca’s mother, stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock and anger. She thundered up the stairs, demanding to know what was happening. The sight of her, dressed in a sleeveless pink summer dress that clung to her ample figure and suntan nude tights, was a stark contrast to the chaos in the room. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from exertion or fury, Harley couldn’t tell.
“What on earth is going on here?” she bellowed, her voice echoing off the walls. The sudden intrusion made the girls freeze, their laughter dying away. The ropes around Harley and Bianca grew tight again as they realized the gravity of the situation. They’d never expected their mother to walk in on them like this, especially not when they were in the throes of their tickling game.
Fiona took in the sight of her children, bound and gagged on the floor, and their friends standing over them with ropes in their hands. Her expression shifted from shock to bewilderment to something that Harley couldn’t quite read. Was it anger, or something else? The room was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing. The tension was palpable, the air thick with it.
Then, without warning, Fiona burst out laughing. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle the sound, but it only made her laugh harder. “Oh my goodness, what have you all gotten yourselves into?” she managed to say between gasps. Her laughter was infectious, and soon the girls were giggling along with her. Harley felt his own tension ease a little, but he was still very much aware of the predicament he was in.
Michelle and Alba looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why don’t you join us, Mrs. Fraser?” Alba suggested, holding up a length of rope with a grin. Fiona raised an eyebrow, but the curiosity in her eyes was unmistakable. “We promise we’ll go easy on you,” added Michelle, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Fiona looked at her bound children, who both nodded enthusiastically, their wide eyes begging her to play along. With a sigh and a shake of her head, she allowed the girls to lead her over to the bed. “You’d better not do anything you’ll regret, young ladies,” she warned, though the giggle that followed took the sting out of her words. She sat down, and the two friends quickly set to work, their nimble fingers wrapping the rope around her wrists and ankles. Harley watched with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He hadn’t fantasied about his mum being tied up before, but it was certainly interesting to see her in such a vulnerable state.
“Don’t hurt my children you fiends, please don’t hurt my children,” Fiona giggled as she felt the ropes tighten around her. Her protests were met with more giggling from the girls and the occasional muffled snicker from her own children. The room was filled with the sound of ropes being tied carefully, the rustle of the duvet, and the steady rhythm of their breaths as they worked. Fiona’s eyes grew wide as the ropes grew tighter round her knees and arms, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through her. It was a strange sensation, being bound by her daughter’s friends, but she found herself enjoying it more than she ever thought she would.
Once Fiona was secured to their satisfaction, the two friends stepped back to admire their handiwork. The mother lay on the bed, her body tightly wrapped in ropes that contrasted sharply with her pink dress. Her arms were bound behind her back, and her legs were tied at the ankles, knees, and thighs. A look of mock horror crossed her face as she tested the knots. “You’re not going to tickle me too, are you?” she asked, her voice high and playful.
“Not before we’ve gagged you!” Said Alba.
Fiona’s eyes went wide, and she felt a strange thrill at the words. She’d never been into bondage or anything like this before, but the sensation of being tied up was oddly comforting. Like being cocooned in a warm, restrictive blanket that she hadn’t realized she needed. She felt a soft, cool cloth being pushed into her mouth. She could feel the tape tightening around her head as the girls secured her gag, holding her Blonde hair out of the way. It was a strange sensation, feeling the material fill her mouth and muffle her words.
With Fiona now a participant in their game, Alba and Michelle’s laughter grew even more infectious. They turned to each other and gave a mischievous nod followed by a high five, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Harley’s heart raced as he watched them approach the bed, their hands reaching out to begin the torture once more. He felt a strange sense he couldn’t describe, now that his mother had embraced the game, despite the initial shock.
Michelle started with Fiona’s feet, her slender fingers gliding over the thin nylon covering that encased them, finding the most sensitive spots with ease. Fiona’s eyes grew wide above her gag, and she squirmed against the restraints, letting out a muffled squeal. Alba took the opportunity to tickle Bianca’s bare feet, the latter’s giggles joining her mother’s. Harley could feel his own body tense with anticipation. He wasn’t sure if it was fear of being left out or the sheer excitement of watching his mother and sister in such a vulnerable position. Either way, his body was ready for the sensation again.
But the tickling didn’t stop there. Alba soon moved from Fiona’s feet to the backs of her knees, her laughter bubbling up as she watched the woman’s face contort with the effort to suppress her laughter. Meanwhile, Michelle had turned her attention to Harley, her nimble hands working their way up his soles and behind his knees. His body jerked and convulsed as he fought to hold back the laughter, his eyes squeezed shut in an effort to maintain his dignity. Yet, it was useless. The tickling was too much, and his muffled giggles filled the room.
When all three bound victims were reduced to sweaty giggling wrecks on the floor Alba and Michelle stood back and grinned. “Now where are those snakes for the midnight feast?” Alba grinned. Both girls padded down the stairs to raid the kitchen leaving their three captives tightly trussed.
