So here I sit, on my bed, seriously contemplating what to do. Carefully I undo the ties that hold me down, making steady progress. I am naked, my hands tied behind my back, my feet tied to the sides of the bed forcing me to sit spread eagled. I'm glad it's just a single bed, or it could have been rather uncomfortable, especially as I've been sitting like this for the better part of the day already.
My hands freed, I rub my wrists and stretch my arms before continuing removing my blind and gag, made with her panties, now soaked with my saliva. I listen to the voices out of my bedroom, the voices of my parents and twin sisters, and it seems at least two other people are there as well. One male, one female voice I can make out. Friends of my sisters maybe? I don't know, I don't know those voices. I know I have to get myself untied soon as it is only a matter of time before one of them will come in my room to wake me up, after all it must be well into the afternoon by now. Maybe even time for dinner. I have to hurry undoing my ties and make myself decent very soon.
My yearly visit to my parents to celebrate the holidays started off very well. It is always nice to have the family together again, to have a proper argument with my sisters, and to share a nice meal together. For some things, family is just the best.
So how did I end up in my current predicament? That is quite a story.
Last night I went to catch up with a bunch of old friends. We always do that, every year. Some still live in town but others like me have moved away, so we don't see each other much any more. Last night we were a group of about twenty, drinking together and sharing stories of times long gone. Some of my friends are already married and have kids at home so they had to leave early, leaving less than half the group by the time the pub closed.
To my surprise, my old friend Mandy was there again this year. I hadn't seen here for several years prior, others told me she had moved overseas or so but no-one was really clear about it. We used to be pretty close friends, Mandy and I. Never a couple, but we did spend quite a few nights together. I always liked her voluptuous, round body, fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. We first met while in university, where we happened to take a few obscure electives together. This set us up as study mates, and those shared study sessions sometimes turned into hot overnight encounters.
Tonight we were instantly drawn together, catching up on our life events. Indeed she had been working overseas for a few years, but over the time had kept sporadic contact with some of her girlfriends from town. This year she finally had the chance catch up with us all.
At the end of the evening she went home with me. The home was dark, everybody was sleeping already by the time we arrived. Quietly we went in and up to my bedroom, where we had fast and furious sex before falling asleep. It was really nice to feel her soft naked body, so close to me in my single bed.
The next morning we woke up by the noise in the house, and got up to join the rest of the family for breakfast. A few curious looks as Mandy's presence, but other than that no questions asked. I'm old enough to bring home an old flame, and my parents often enough thought Mandy and I were a couple when we were still studying. So soon after the first surprise they started to hear her out, like parents do when their son brings home a new girlfriend, even they knew her already from back then. They were probably hoping we were finally getting together for real, as for at least a year now I didn't have a steady girlfriend, while one of my younger sisters was married already.
After breakfast, the rest of the family had to go out. My parents went shopping, my sisters left to see some friends – I assumed they would go shopping as well, after all that's what girls do best. Mandy and I stayed behind to clean up the dishes. And this is where real story begins, the story of how I got into my current predicament.
Just as I put back the last plates into the cupboard, Mandy hugged me from behind, pressing her body against my back.
"It's good to be with you again," she said softly.
"Yes," I answered simply, as I didn't expect her move at all.
"How long before they're back?"
"My parents, a few hours, probably after lunch. My sisters, not sure. I don't expect them before late afternoon."
"Good," she purred. "Gives us some time to play. Properly."
"What do you want to play?" I asked teasingly.
I felt one of her hands move down, rubbing my belly, coming to a rest in my crotch. She squeezed lightly.
"I want you," she said.
"Let's go to my bedroom, a bit more privacy."
"OK."
She swiftly led me to the bedroom, as if she was afraid I was going to change my mind. Slipping through the door she closed it behind her. Then she pushed me on the bed. I moved to rest my back to the wall as she climbed on the bed and sat down on my legs. She looked gorgeous, still wearing her low cut dress, more appropriate for a pub visit than a family visit. It did show off her round breasts just perfectly, while hiding the highlights of them, those wonderful succulent nipples. Nipples that I could never get enough of.
I put my hands on her hips, pulling her closely while looking into her beautiful eyes. We didn't say anything, just looking at each other, and then she moved in to kiss me. Our lips met, and the ecstasy filled my body. Her soft touch, the brush of her tongue, it made me get hard instantly. My hands rubbed over her back, feeling her feminine form, her narrow waist and round hips. I felt so warm and lucky to have her for a friend.
As we were kissing I felt her hands move up over my chest, starting to unbutton my shirt. She pulled it out of my pants, then proceeded to pull it over my shoulders and behind my back, all without breaking her lock on my lips. But instead of pulling my shirt off as I expected, she kept the cuffs around my hands and started to wrap my wrists together using the garment.
Breaking our kiss I looked at her and asked, "What are you planning to do?"
"I want to play with you," she replied simply, while putting a knot in the shirt securing my wrists together. "This way I can play with you, and you can't play with me. It's more fun like that."
Feeling an odd mix of excitement and fear I let her go ahead. It was rather obvious that she was really horny, and I was more than curious to know what she had in mind for me. All I knew was that I was going to have a lot of fun, and that was enough for me. My dick clearly agreed with me, it was hard and I could feel it throbbing. It was stretching against my pants, aching for release or at least some readjustment. A readjustment that just wasn't possible with my hands behind my back.
She sat back down on my legs, and started to rub her hands over my chest, pinching my nipples, all the while looking me in the eye with a sultry look on her face. From the bottom of my view I could see her tits, it seems she was pushing her chest forward to show them off even more. I concentrated on keeping eye contact, as I suspected she was testing me, trying to have me look at her lovely tits, and then scolding me for doing so.
After a moment she bent down and sucked my nipples, adding to my anticipation. My dick was hard and painful, and in dire need of freedom and attention. But the attention it desired wouldn't come, not yet at least, and my desires just continued to build up. She rubbed her chest against mine, I could feel the soft pressure of her luscious jugs and the smooth touch of the fabric of her dress. My eyes closed, I let my head drop back to the headboard and just enjoyed her treatment.
After teasing me like this for a good time she finally moved down and started to remove my pants. My dick jumped up immediately, slapping against my belly.
