Re: All in the family (f/m, mm/FF, F/mff, F/f, f/mfF, FF/f, mf/FF and more)
Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2020 6:17 pm
50. Dark basements
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“We should not be here.” DW said, looking around.
“Yeah, we know, you said that before.” Sally grinned.
“It is not like we are going to steal anything.” Tamara replied.
“Sheila’s dad owns it, that makes it part of the family, right?” Tim said.
At least it made DW slightly less anxious. The four of them were walking up the driveway of the abandoned house near the construction site they had passed several times in the last few weeks and Sally and Tamara had finally convinced Tim to come along. As DW had shown up at the BBQ, and Sally had invited him, he had been roped into the adventure too.
“You brought your camera, right?” Sally asked DW.
“Yes, I have my Nikon with me, although we will need to use a flash, as it is too dark.” He replied.
It was just after 10 PM, the barbeque party had broken up and the younger kids had gone home, so the four of them had decided to go out. The girls were still in their bikini’s, as it was a warm evening, although they had sneakers on their feet now, while Tim had changed into shorts and a t-shirt. DW, not having any other clothes with him, was in his pressed pants and blouse he had come in. He stood out a little compared to the others, but it did not bother him.
“Where are we going?” DW had asked.
They had gone in Sally’s car, parked it a little away from the farmhouse on a small siding, as they did not have access to the gate that blocked the driveway. The road construction had finished, which meant nobody really paid attention to the building anymore, as they did not have to stop for the temporary traffic lights. When they got closer to the building, it was as Karen had said, the building was in better condition than it looked. Windows were still intact and the rear door, the one the group walked up to, was closed, but not locked.
“This is trespassing, right?” DW asked again, still being nervous.
Tim grinned, turning on a small flashlight and opening the rear door. The kitchen was empty. The whole house turned out to be empty. It was just bare rooms, no furniture.
“At least the toilet is still there.” Tamara said, after opening the bathroom door and closing it almost immediately. “But its not really clean.”
“Is there a basement?” Sally asked.
There was indeed a basement, and they found it as empty as the main floor after walking down the still sturdy steps. It was not a developed basement. The whole house consisted of the two floors. Main floor and basement. Kitchen, living room, 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and empty basement was all there was to the house. Tim placed the camping lantern he had been carrying on the floor and turned it on. It lit up the whole basement.
“Your mum was right; it is still in pretty decent state.” Tamara said.
“It looks worse from the front. If I remember correctly, Sheila’s dad is going to renovate it. He was waiting for the road construction in front of the house to finish.” Sally replied.
“So… what are we doing here?” DW asked.
“This!” Tamara said, dumping the content out of the backpack she had been carrying onto the floor.
“Okay.” He said, looking at the pile of ropes, scarves, and tape on the floor. “I assume that is not for me?”
“Actually, we thought it a fun initiation process.” Sally said.
DW eyes opened wide.
“What?” He stuttered.
“Just kidding.” Sally grinned.
DW visibly relaxed. He had not been expecting to be tied up. He did not mind taking photos while Sally and Tamara did their thing but getting tied up himself was a little too quick for him. He had no problem with their games, he envisioned using Sally as a model for some of his photography but being on the receiving end was not for him.
“What did you have in mind?” Tim asked.
Sally grabbed a rope from the floor and walked up to Tim.
“I figured you go first.” She said.
He grinned and turned around, holding his hands behind his back.
“No, in front.” Sally said.
She had been looking at the underside of the floor above them and there were a few spots that allowed her to run a rope through, so she wanted his hands in front. She wrapped several loops around his wrists, before cinching it off. The location of the knot was right where he could get to it with his teeth, but he knew his sister well enough to know that he would not get that chance. The next rope Sally grabbed was longer and she located the middle of it.
“Hold your hands out.” She said to Tim, who did what she asked.
Sally looped the middle of the rope over his wrist bonds and put a knot in it. The ends she threw over the wooden beam above him. After untangling one side of the rope from the beam, she pulled on both ends, raising Tim’s hands above his head, pulling until he almost had to stand on tiptoes. She tied both ends to another beam, one supporting the stairs going up. Tim knew that he could not reach that.
“Okay?” She asked him.
“Nice and snug.” He replied, pulling on the rope, but Sally’s work held.
While Tamara grabbed another rope, Sally stuffed Tim’s mouth with a small scarf. Wrapping a rope around his head and outstretched arms several times, she cinched it on either side of his head, between his arms and head. The rope ran between his teeth, forcing the scarf further in his mouth.
“Interesting.” DW said, seeing how Sally gagged Tim.
He took some photos of Tim while Sally and Tamara finished tying up his legs at ankles and above the knees.
“All done.” Tamara said when she knotted the last rope.
“I got some good photos.” DW said. “Do we untie him now?”
“Not yet, we just got him tied up. First we tickle him.” Tamara said.
“Unfortunately, Tim is not really ticklish, but I know Tamara knows a few spots where he still reacts.” Sally added.
With a big smile on her face, Tamara walked up to Tim and tickled him. He laughed in his gag. Not a hysteric laugh as somebody who can’t stand tickling at all, but more controlled. He tried to move away from her hands, but the ropes kept him within easy reach for Tamara.
“Having fun?” She asked him.
Tim grinned and shook his head.
“Oh, come on, you like this.” Tamara replied.
He knew that Tamara knew that he liked this. As with his mum, he was indeed not very ticklish, but it felt good and there were a few spots where he was more sensitive. After 5 minutes of tickling, Tamara gave him a break.
“We’ll untie you in the few minutes and then you can tie us.” Sally said, sitting down on the ground.
The other two joined her and they chatted for a while, before Tamara got up and untied Tim. It took a few minutes, but nobody was in a hurry.
“Okay, our turn.” Sally said, when her brother was free. “Do your worst.”
“Oh, I will. Don’t worry.” Tim said, a smile on his face.
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“We should not be here.” DW said, looking around.
“Yeah, we know, you said that before.” Sally grinned.
“It is not like we are going to steal anything.” Tamara replied.
“Sheila’s dad owns it, that makes it part of the family, right?” Tim said.
At least it made DW slightly less anxious. The four of them were walking up the driveway of the abandoned house near the construction site they had passed several times in the last few weeks and Sally and Tamara had finally convinced Tim to come along. As DW had shown up at the BBQ, and Sally had invited him, he had been roped into the adventure too.
“You brought your camera, right?” Sally asked DW.
“Yes, I have my Nikon with me, although we will need to use a flash, as it is too dark.” He replied.
It was just after 10 PM, the barbeque party had broken up and the younger kids had gone home, so the four of them had decided to go out. The girls were still in their bikini’s, as it was a warm evening, although they had sneakers on their feet now, while Tim had changed into shorts and a t-shirt. DW, not having any other clothes with him, was in his pressed pants and blouse he had come in. He stood out a little compared to the others, but it did not bother him.
“Where are we going?” DW had asked.
They had gone in Sally’s car, parked it a little away from the farmhouse on a small siding, as they did not have access to the gate that blocked the driveway. The road construction had finished, which meant nobody really paid attention to the building anymore, as they did not have to stop for the temporary traffic lights. When they got closer to the building, it was as Karen had said, the building was in better condition than it looked. Windows were still intact and the rear door, the one the group walked up to, was closed, but not locked.
“This is trespassing, right?” DW asked again, still being nervous.
Tim grinned, turning on a small flashlight and opening the rear door. The kitchen was empty. The whole house turned out to be empty. It was just bare rooms, no furniture.
“At least the toilet is still there.” Tamara said, after opening the bathroom door and closing it almost immediately. “But its not really clean.”
“Is there a basement?” Sally asked.
There was indeed a basement, and they found it as empty as the main floor after walking down the still sturdy steps. It was not a developed basement. The whole house consisted of the two floors. Main floor and basement. Kitchen, living room, 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and empty basement was all there was to the house. Tim placed the camping lantern he had been carrying on the floor and turned it on. It lit up the whole basement.
“Your mum was right; it is still in pretty decent state.” Tamara said.
“It looks worse from the front. If I remember correctly, Sheila’s dad is going to renovate it. He was waiting for the road construction in front of the house to finish.” Sally replied.
“So… what are we doing here?” DW asked.
“This!” Tamara said, dumping the content out of the backpack she had been carrying onto the floor.
“Okay.” He said, looking at the pile of ropes, scarves, and tape on the floor. “I assume that is not for me?”
“Actually, we thought it a fun initiation process.” Sally said.
DW eyes opened wide.
“What?” He stuttered.
“Just kidding.” Sally grinned.
DW visibly relaxed. He had not been expecting to be tied up. He did not mind taking photos while Sally and Tamara did their thing but getting tied up himself was a little too quick for him. He had no problem with their games, he envisioned using Sally as a model for some of his photography but being on the receiving end was not for him.
“What did you have in mind?” Tim asked.
Sally grabbed a rope from the floor and walked up to Tim.
“I figured you go first.” She said.
He grinned and turned around, holding his hands behind his back.
“No, in front.” Sally said.
She had been looking at the underside of the floor above them and there were a few spots that allowed her to run a rope through, so she wanted his hands in front. She wrapped several loops around his wrists, before cinching it off. The location of the knot was right where he could get to it with his teeth, but he knew his sister well enough to know that he would not get that chance. The next rope Sally grabbed was longer and she located the middle of it.
“Hold your hands out.” She said to Tim, who did what she asked.
Sally looped the middle of the rope over his wrist bonds and put a knot in it. The ends she threw over the wooden beam above him. After untangling one side of the rope from the beam, she pulled on both ends, raising Tim’s hands above his head, pulling until he almost had to stand on tiptoes. She tied both ends to another beam, one supporting the stairs going up. Tim knew that he could not reach that.
“Okay?” She asked him.
“Nice and snug.” He replied, pulling on the rope, but Sally’s work held.
While Tamara grabbed another rope, Sally stuffed Tim’s mouth with a small scarf. Wrapping a rope around his head and outstretched arms several times, she cinched it on either side of his head, between his arms and head. The rope ran between his teeth, forcing the scarf further in his mouth.
“Interesting.” DW said, seeing how Sally gagged Tim.
He took some photos of Tim while Sally and Tamara finished tying up his legs at ankles and above the knees.
“All done.” Tamara said when she knotted the last rope.
“I got some good photos.” DW said. “Do we untie him now?”
“Not yet, we just got him tied up. First we tickle him.” Tamara said.
“Unfortunately, Tim is not really ticklish, but I know Tamara knows a few spots where he still reacts.” Sally added.
With a big smile on her face, Tamara walked up to Tim and tickled him. He laughed in his gag. Not a hysteric laugh as somebody who can’t stand tickling at all, but more controlled. He tried to move away from her hands, but the ropes kept him within easy reach for Tamara.
“Having fun?” She asked him.
Tim grinned and shook his head.
“Oh, come on, you like this.” Tamara replied.
He knew that Tamara knew that he liked this. As with his mum, he was indeed not very ticklish, but it felt good and there were a few spots where he was more sensitive. After 5 minutes of tickling, Tamara gave him a break.
“We’ll untie you in the few minutes and then you can tie us.” Sally said, sitting down on the ground.
The other two joined her and they chatted for a while, before Tamara got up and untied Tim. It took a few minutes, but nobody was in a hurry.
“Okay, our turn.” Sally said, when her brother was free. “Do your worst.”
“Oh, I will. Don’t worry.” Tim said, a smile on his face.