Family Ties

Simon was sitting on the bed, leaning against his pillows with his legs beneath the bedclothes, when Chloe knocked and poked her head around the door. "Can I come in?" He nodded, his expression sullen.

She sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on his thigh. "How are you doing?" He just shrugged. She could see his eyes were red-rimmed from his earlier tears. She touched his forearm, and he shifted uncomfortably as her scent and her proximity sent blood rushing to his trapped cock.

"I hear you and Mum had a bit of a barney," she told him softly.

He just shrugged again.

"You know she cares about you, don't you? She just wants what's best for both of us." Her hand was now caressing his neck where the collar bit into his skin. He lowered his head to the side, as if trying to feel her hand on his face. She obliged, stroking his cheek and sliding up the bed a little so she could kiss his cheek.

"There, come on now, let's not be sad." She kissed him again, closer to his lips. Then she stood up, pulled the bedclothes up, and slipped into bed beside him. She put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him down to rest his head on her breasts, stroking the side of his face as she held him.

Chloe could feel his hot breath on her breast, and she pushed her chest out slightly so he was flesh on flesh against it. She felt her nipple harden through the thin fabric of her blouse. She continued stroking his face, her fingers pinching his earlobes every now and then. She made a point of groaning softly as she maneuvered his head so his lips were pressed directly against the soft swell of her breast. He groaned in response as his cock strained painfully in its cage.

She let out a small, breathy "Oh" as she felt his lips part against her skin. He was encouraged that she didn't pull away. Simon deliberately kissed the warm flesh, and her moan got a little louder. Emboldened, he poked out his tongue and licked, then kissed again. He felt her lean back slightly, her hand going to his hair. She entwined her fingers in it and pulled, then pushed his head down further, guiding him. His cuffed hands fumbled, cupping her breast and clumsily undoing another button of her blouse. Her hard nipple had slipped out of her bra and was poking out just above the lace cup. He took it in his mouth and sucked, a desperate, hungry act.

Miriam stood in the hallway, watching Chloe manipulate her brother on her phone. She saw his mouth find her hard nipple, saw him lick and suck as Chloe moaned and held his head tight. It was the perfect moment. She burst into the room, the door swinging open dramatically. "What on earth is going on here?" she screamed, her voice filled with a fury that was entirely for show.

Chloe reacted as planned. She shoved Simon off her with a cry of disgust. "Simon, what are you doing, you pervert?" she shrieked, her voice a perfect blend of shock and betrayal.

Simon rolled over, a look of horrified shock on his face as the reality of being caught crashed down on him. Chloe jumped out of bed, clutching her blouse as if to preserve her modesty. She ran to her mother, throwing herself into Miriam's open arms and faking big, dramatic sobs as she buried her face in her mother's shoulder.

Miriam looked at her son with contempt. "She's your sister," she said, her voice dripping with scorn. "What's the matter with you? You're just as bad as your father."

Simon sat there with his mouth open in shock, unable to form a single word in his own defense.

"Maybe it's a good thing that thing is locked up," Miriam added, her eyes flicking down to the cage on his cock, a final, cutting remark.

"Come on, Chloe, let's start packing. It's obviously not safe for you around here." Miriam held a sobbing Chloe as she turned to leave.

"Mum, please, I'm sorry," Simon bleated, his voice cracking with desperation. "I don't know what's happening to me."

Miriam let go of Chloe and walked to the wardrobe in the corner, opening it. She found what she was looking for and walked back to Simon. "Show me your hands," she commanded. He lifted his cuffed arms. Miriam deftly wrapped one of his neckties around his wrists, then pulled him down until he was on his knees and dragged him to the end of the bed. She tied his cuffed hands to the heavy bedpost. The knot was loose, and he could easily pick at it with his mouth if he wanted to, but she was betting he wouldn't dare.

"I want you to stay like that until I come back," she said, her voice cold and hard. "Just to remind you how we found you the other night." She looked down at him, her expression one of utter disappointment. "If you want us to stay, you'd better not move. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Come on, Chloe, let's leave your brother to think things over." They left arm in arm and closed the door. Simon was sure this time the key turned in the lock.

Miriam and Chloe high-fived outside Simon's bedroom, then hugged, a silent celebration of their success. It was all coming together perfectly. Simon was falling deeper and deeper into their meticulously laid trap.

Inside his room, Simon tried to get a comfortable position on the hard floor, but it was impossible. His mind was all over the place, a chaotic storm of shame, fear, and a confusing, unwanted desire. His cock was hard, throbbing painfully against its metal prison. His neck felt heavy with the padlocked collar, and his wrists were raw and sore from the constant rubbing of the handcuffs. Every time he shifted, he could feel a pulling on his back as the skin tightened around the welts left by Chloe's cane, each movement a sharp, stinging reminder.

Downstairs in the basement, his sister and mother were examining the builders’ work. The shower that supplied only cold water had been installed. Next to it, a sink with a single cold faucet. One wall had been lined with thick oak beams, fitted with heavy-duty rings that could be used for restraints without being bolted directly into the brick. The small brick enclosure was almost complete. The floor had been leveled, and tomorrow the wooden planks would be installed. Wires hung down from various positions above the rings, ready for spotlights.

Miriam took Chloe's hand and held it up to one of the rings, and Chloe gripped it firmly. Later, when the basement was finished, she would be restrained with leather straps, but there was no need for that now. Miriam looked Chloe in the eye, put her hand on her blouse, and ripped it open, sending buttons scattering. She followed by ripping her bra off, exposing Chloe's breasts.

"You little slut, getting your brother all worked up like that," Miriam snarled, her voice a low growl of dominion. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

Chloe groaned as Miriam twisted her daughter's hard nipples. They kissed fiercely, a clash of teeth and tongues, as Miriam's hand slipped down Chloe's flat stomach and made its way between the waistband of her skirt. Chloe groaned as her mother's fingers found her swollen cunt lips, stroking them with a practiced, possessive touch.

"My little slut," Miriam whispered against her lips. "You are being such a bad girl, just like your mummy taught you. I am so proud of you." Chloe groaned into her mother's mouth as her fingers brought her to a well-deserved, shuddering orgasm.

After some post-orgasm kissing, Miriam and Chloe made their way back upstairs to the kitchen. Miriam set about making dinner for the three of them, her movements efficient and purposeful. Chloe went upstairs to take a shower and change into something sexy. Tonight, they would both be dressed in black silk as they sat down to dinner with Simon, turning up the heat just a little more.

The chicken was in the oven, and the vegetables were simmering when Miriam went upstairs to get herself ready for the night's entertainment.

Chloe dressed in a shimmering silk nightgown and robe, and black satin kitten-heeled slippers. Her makeup was smoky and sexy, her perfume was expensive and subtle. Miriam chose a black silk kimono set, loosely tied at the front to reveal generous cleavage. She had opted for a more subtle pair of slip-on mules. Her makeup was fresh and bright; she was wearing the same expensive perfume as her daughter. Chloe plated the meal while Miriam went to fetch Simon.

He heard the door unlock and gulped when Miriam stepped in. His cock grew again in its cage as her perfume wafted over him. His mind screamed, 'What the fuck is up with you? She's your mother.'

"Have you had time to think about what you want us to do?" his mother asked, looking down at him with very little compassion.

"Please, Mum, I'm sorry, please don't go."

"It's not me you should apologize to, is it now?"

He bent his head in shame. "It's Chloe, I know, but I'm sorry for letting you down as well."

Miriam bent over and untied him, then held out her hand. "Come on, I've cooked dinner." She didn't give him time to put on any clothes; she led him by the hand down to the kitchen.

Chloe looked up from pouring wine at the table and shrieked a little. Miriam pretended she hadn't noticed that Simon wasn't dressed and reacted to Chloe's scream. She grabbed a frilly apron that they had brought with them for just this occasion and threw it at Simon. "Put that on.”

They sat in silence as they ate. Miriam cut up Simon's chicken and vegetables after she noticed he was struggling with his cuffed hands. As the meal went on and the wine went down, Simon grew a little lightheaded as the drug Chloe had dissolved in his wine took effect. Once they had finished, Chloe leaned over Simon to pick up his plate, her silk-clad arm brushing his shoulder.

"Thank you," he said quietly, but she ignored him. His cock grew again, and he shifted in his seat in pain.

"Stop fidgeting, Simon," Miriam said sharply. "Don't you have anything to say to your sister?"

Simon gulped as both Miriam and Chloe looked at him. Chloe, standing behind the seated Miriam, looked at him, her hand drifting to her breast. She closed her eyes as she pinched her nipples through the silk, a private performance of her own suffering.

"Well, Simon?" Miriam prompted.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Chloe. I... I'm not sure what happened."

"I do," Chloe spat. "You assaulted me."

"Please, Chloe, I didn't mean to. Please forgive me."

"You don't seem very sorry," she sneered. "After what you did, you should be begging me for forgiveness."

"Chloe, be fair. What do you want me to do?"

"I just told you. Beg for Mum and me to forgive you and for us to stay."

"Please, Chloe, I'm begging you. Please forgive me."

"Is that how people usually beg? Sitting at the kitchen table? If you were really begging, you would be on your knees."

Simon looked at Miriam, who held her hands up as if to say, "This is between you and your sister."

Chloe looked at him with contempt. "That's what I thought."

Simon stood, walked around the table, and looked Chloe in the eye for a moment before falling to his knees and holding his cuffed arms out as if in prayer. "Please, Chloe, please, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me."

"What about Mum?" Chloe demanded.

"Please, Mum, please stay," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "I'll do anything, I promise. Please don't go, I need you."