Inheriting a Family (Dreamless Reality)

[Mr Incognito]

The room was dimly lit as Richard finished tying the last knot on the ropes that suspended his poor sister Emma from the ceiling, her back toward the floor and her legs spread wide to lewdly reveal her entire body, especially the naughty bits, her tits and pussy on full display. His mother Christina, on the other hand, had been suspended in the crouching position, giving a full frontal view of her more mature but ripe body. A spreader bar tied behind her legs prevented her from standing properly. Richard smiled, stepping back to admire his handywork. He had always loved a good view of the female body, especially those that were tied up. And now these two, his own flesh and blood, were in a position of powerlessness against him.

Richard himself was a tall young man, around six feet in height with long, shoulder length blonde hair and a clean shaven face. He wasn't particularly muscular, but was in average shape. His attire was simple; jeans and a T--Shirt were all he really wore, not one for fashion. He had emerald green eyes that were as cold as stone, and seemed to occasionally glint with a hint of perverted glee. A cruel smile painted his lips, and a noticeable bulge could be seen in his pants as he observed the lewd, exciting scene before him.

"Finished! This ought to be VERY fun! I wonder how long you two will last?"

 

[Dreamless Reality]

The ropes were tight and Emma tried her best to move against them or at least find a position where they didn't constrict her so much.
Though the teenager should of worried more so about not having any clothes covering herself. She felt so vulnerable and she was sure her mother felt the same. It was the most humiliating thing yet to happen to her.
It was insane! She tried moving her legs shut, just to avoid feeling so open.
The chestnut colored haired female whimpered as she was unable to do so and her father finished tying the last knot. Her hair was the same as her mother but her eyes were the ones of her father but instead of cold, they were softer.

Her mother Christina was a little less squirmy as she knew from experience it was probably better if Emma didn't fight against the ropes. Though she had concluded that her husband had gone way too far this time, she silently pleaded with him to stop. His lustful gaze only scared her more though and she decided to speak out.

"Richard please stop this, let us down." She begged her husband wondering what her son was doing upstairs.