Family bonding Part 1 (f\m m\m M\fmm)

[YourCaptor75]

Sarah was quietly fuming, adjusting her round spectacles which immediately fell out of place again. Her strawberry blond bobcut bounced with each step as the 15 year old scout-in her freshly pressed uniform of COURSE- paced the front hall. Not only was she up to her eyeballs in work baking all the cooking for her troop meeting (as if Shelly, the original choice for baker could be relied on to organize such a thing before Sarah graciously volunteered), the house was a mess of catastrophic proportions. You could understand why that would make a girl furious enough, but she noticed a few things out of place as well.
First off, two of the hundred bandanas from her scout troop giveaway (that she created) were missing from the fair stall that she had handcarved from oak. Ok, so a few scouts may have been overzealous for a new bandanna, snuck in, and taken some. Understandable. In addition, a coil of rope for the sailboat supplies she had been amassing (for her first trip circumnavigating the globe) had been removed from the trunk it had been stored in. Suspicious. The number of uses for a rope are endless. Bandannas, significantly less so, but still numerous. However, only a very few activities call for both ropes and such cloth...
Finally, she realized that one of her father's items from his conveniently accessible handcuff collection was missing. That could only mean one thing! "Aha! Those rapscallions are up to no good again!" She exclaimed in the main hall before darting up the stairs to the twin's room.
"Way to go sherlock!" came the sneering pre-pubescent squeak of her ten year old brother, Jamie, followed by a slightly squeakier series of mphs from the youngest (by 6 seconds), Jason. Sarah was a whirlwind as she politely opened the door and turned to make sure she could close it gently behind her...before turning and looking sternly at her tan blond miniature frat bro of a brother she had the great displeasure of knowing as Jamie. "Sup?

Sarah huffed at the sight. Jamie sat on Jason's hips like a bobsled, pinning his captive facedown and letting his feet rest, facing inward, on either side of Jason's face. Jason had been loosely cuffed, and blindfolded and gagged with colorful red and orange bandannas, contrasting nicely with his messy blond hair, which Sarah was forced to admit was an inspired design decision from Jamie. Her praised ended there, however, as the stronger, more athletic boy, was nonetheless fumbling with the jute rope as Jason pathetically writhed underneath him. "Just hold still, why bother fighting anymore?" Jamie asked bluntly, to which his brother immediately complied, letting out only a grunt in protest. Sarah had had enough!
"AAAAAAAH!" she shrieked. "You two aren't just chaos, you're just so LAZY about it! Jason, you gotta put up more of a fight! Like this!" she said, grabbing Jamie by the back of the shirt and performing a Judo throw, tossing the grinning lad onto the bed with a thud. "And Jamie! Tying people up? Really?" she said, reaching down to loosen the rope that had been sloppily wound around Jason, who sighed in relief at his apparent freedom. Until of course she demonstrated proper hojojutsu technique for hogtying a run-away prisoner in post-feudal Japan (a similar environment to her house, to be sure.) "And doing it that poorly? Come on I've seen you in Jiu-jitsu, I know you can do better than that..." Jamie was all smiles while Jason groaned in frustration.
"Oh, don't worry sis, I'll make sure to get plenty of practice with him tonight. Hm...do I smell burning?" Jamie said with a sly smirk.
"OH BEANS! NOT THE COOKIES!"

***

Sarah paced furiously in the kitchen wondering how if her cookies weren't burning, and only Jamie could smell any trace of burnt matter, what could possibly have been burning? Jamie would never make up something as serious as burnt cookie, surely. She was woken from her trance by the sound of nothing. You don't need to reread that I assure you. You see nothing was the rarest of all sounds in Sarah's household.
She decided a stealth approach, using a combination of ninjutsu and navajo tracker footwork to stalk her way upstairs back to the twins. She creeped through the door and was oddly relieved to hear squeaky mphs greeting her frantically. Unless they had exchanged clothes, she was even more delighted to see Jamie's taped mouth producing them. Jamie sat in his white compression shirt and orange mma shorts, with his hands taped behind his back and tape around his surprisingly muscular chest.
"Woah, way to go Jason, you really stood up for yourself and did a decent job tying him! And quietly too!" she said in a supportive voice. She patted Jason's still blind and gagged head. Slowly she noticed that this was, perhaps, incongruous. She eyed her brother up and down. He wore a white button up shirt, black jeans and converse....that was normal...no more rope around him...that's good. But how was he able to tie up Jamie if they were both back to back tied up the same way.
"Glad I did a decent job." A gruff voice said sardonically from behind her.
Sarah went pale and looked behind her. A mountain of a man in all black clothes including a balaklava stood behind her. (At most likely 6'4 inches. And 240 pounds give or take a dozen. And likely from the Bronx by his accent. And...ok this is not important right now.) She gulped, and looked behind her as the man calmly walked forward with ropes and tape. She saida single phrase with all the courage and conviction she could muster.
"Don't hurt them."
"Oh I ain't touchin 'em again. But if you're one to comment on m technique, wellll maybe you will!" He tossed her a large bundle of rope.

***

Sarah wriggled decisively against the tape binding her to the chair at her chest hips, knees and feet, while her wrists were bound fast behind the back of the chair, including little tape mitts keeping her fingers bound, a trick she would begrudgingly have to take note of. She had expertly hogtied her brothers back to back, with an elaborate harness caging their arms together behind their backs, layered with a second harness keeping the arms bound to the chest, and finally a third one binding the boys back to back. Even their feet had been bound together in her panic; knot work soothed her anxiety you see. The boys were less understanding as they groaned at their sister's perfectionism somehow becoming even more obnoxious.

Sarah had no time for such frivolousness. She stared daggers at their captor, who walked over with a pair of ankle socks and the last of the duct tape. The thug had been pleasantly surprised at how quiet and smoothly the evening had gone. The girl could have a bright future ahead of her as a kidnapper or hired goon some day. This idyllic mood was cut short just before he stuffed and sealed the gag over her lips by a shriek. "Jesus kid! What??"

"MY COOKIES! DON'T LET THEM BURN!"

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From an idea with @TuggyBoundMale
Enjoy it kid, it has been a blast to write.

Merry Christmas you crazy people.

[TuggyBoundMale]

Well this is more fast moving than I had anticipated

But nonetheless very good. Thank you so much for this little… lest call it a Christmas present

I can only return the nice words at the end, really
Very nicely done, I‘m already excited for part 2

[YourCaptor75]

Well this is more fast moving than I had anticipated

But nonetheless very good. Thank you so much for this little… lest call it a Christmas present

Merry Christmas kiddo.
Yeah, I felt a fast pace would work for a fun story. Other parts may slow down somewhat, but i really enjoyed it

[harveygasson]

Haha I like that she has her priorities right.

[YourCaptor75]

Haha I like that she has her priorities right.

That lass has her head on straight I tell ya