Incest Seduction/Calmly ask if someone can untie you

Willing to give your family every possible chance, you wait for someone to realize that you have yet to leave the kitchen to join them for breakfast. Given the state you're in, someone should have offered to help you by now. You think the most positive of thoughts as cum continues to simultaneously trickle deeper into and out of your vagina. They're just having a laugh. They don't know you can't free yourself. Or maybe they weren't expecting you for breakfast? You do sleep in a lot, but that seems like a poor excuse to leave you sprawled naked and tied up on the counter in the next room.

"Can someone untie me?" You ask this as politely as possible, as if it were some terrible burden or favor you were asking for. You hear a chair move, some utensils clang... but no one comes.

You crane your neck again. They're just eating, chatting, like any other day. Did they forget about you that quickly?

"Umm... hell-oooh?" you call out, unable to hold back your obviously justified attitude.

"Don't interrupt your father," mom quickly chastises.

"But I ju-"

"No buts. You know that. Go ahead dear."

"Seriously?!" Your voice shoots up a few octaves in frustration. You wiggle your butt back onto the counter, willing to risk smearing spunk along the edge if you can twist a little farther to make full eye contact. "Do you even care?!"

Mom's utensils angrily hit the table. "Yes, I care very much that you've become so disrespectful all of a sudden. But now that you've made yourself the center of attention, go ahead. What is it?"

Having been professionally guilted by mom you are suddenly less confident in your demands and decide to redirect your anger. "Zack never untied me," you accuse, trying to turn it around so that he's the one in trouble.

"And did you think maybe there's a good reason for that?" replies mom. "Besides, he didn't tie you up, did he?"

"Then can YOU untie me?" you shoot back.

"Not with that kind of attitude, missy. We're also right in the middle of breakfast."

You barely manage to hold your tongue. Mom doesn't get it. She probably has no idea what your brother just did to you. Or more accurately, what you just goaded your brother into doing to you. Either way you still really want to get off, in more ways than one, but it doesn't seem mommy is going to help you with that.

"Fine! Dawn? Can you un... Can you please untie me?"

"Um..." Dawn isn't always nice to you but even you can feel your mom's disdainful glance at your sister. "I don't want to get pulled into this. Whatever this is..." she adds quietly.

"I'll tell you what this is," starts mom, apparently eager to jump back in. "This is your sister begging for attention."

"What!!" you shout, as offended as you are embarrassed.

"She's been parading around in the nude, practically throwing herself at anyone close enough to touch her."

"But I didn-"

"I know, I know, those brand new teenage hormones of yours just have nowhere to go. No one can tell me I don't support my children," mom continues, rising from the table. "But honestly, Kimmy, you're practically insatiable!"

"I... no, I..." you stammer, struggling to counter mom's words when you really are incredibly horny. But even if she's right, this still isn't fair.

"That's why she's tied up, by the way," she informs Dawn while leaving the dining room. "Your poor brother was just trying to help sort out her future sexual well being but she couldn't keep her hands to herself."

You hear Dawn mutter something to Zack as Mom glides to a stop next to the island, quick to plant her hands on your midsection. She looks at you knowingly, almost naughtily, her warm hands stealing the remainder of your fury. Her looming, intimidating presence makes you swallow your growing frustrations. One of her fingers moves to your belly button. She spins delicate little circles around the inside edge encouraging the butterflies in your stomach to flutter once more. She also works her way up onto your chest with her other hand. Delicately, she cups and squeezes one of your meager boobs experimentally then moves to the other side of your chest, seemingly unsatisfied.

"Mooom," you moan in weak protest.

"Your brother put in all that work and there's still nothing to show for it, hmm? Probably need to make this a regular thing. I bet you'd like that," she states, kneading your tiny tits.

You reflexively sneer at your mother, overly defensive. "Nooo!" But as the butterflies move faster you become less sure. "I... I dunno."

"Now, now, don't be like that," replies mom to your outburst. "I'm not going to untie you unless you agree to behave." Mom's fluttering finger disappears for a moment. When it returns it does so with the electricity and shock of lightning when the tip of her digit lands sharply on your clit. "Are you going to behave?"

"M-mom..." You struggle against your bindings again, this time with less panic than when you were first tied.

"Hmmm?" Mom taps your tender clit again and again. Her impatience drives her quick tempo between each stroke but your bothered expression undoubtedly fuels her enjoyment. "What was that? You're going to stop fighting and do what mommy says? You're going to be a good baby girl and come for breakfast?" Her finger gloriously switches from a tap to flick. Patiently fiddling with your already well stimulated little nib, mom examines the expression on your face. She truly does know what a sorry state you're in, but you don't dare admit it.

"Qu-it..." you squeak, tense but motionless under your mother's hand.

Mom continues for a few more seconds then abruptly pulls away. "Fine. If you don't need me..." She makes for the dining room, leaving your body tingling.

"...wait," you call out with hesitation. "I'll be good."

She turns around and chuckles. "We'll see about that."

Mommy makes short work of the knot holding you to the island, but she leaves your wrists just as they are. She then pulls on the fabric trailing away from your hands and guides you up into a sitting position. As soon as you are sat upright you slip off the counter's edge, your brother's leaking seed helping to quicken your descent. You hit the floor with shaky legs, but you do manage to keep yourself from collapsing to the floor in a heap.

"This way, sweetie." Mom quickly guides you around the island leading you by your wrists. She is eager to return to her breakfast, apparently.

"But my hands..." you remark, lifting them to help make your bindings more obvious, as if she forgot that's how she was pulling you behind her.

"They'll stay tied until you prove whether you're going to behave. If we're being honest, that shouldn't take very long."

Being drug along without a stitch of clothing toward a table of hungry people eyeing you up from across the room makes you feel as if you might be part of the main course. Your knees are shaking when mom lets go of you a few steps from the table. Leaking semen and feeling flush, you don't want to move for fear of misbehaving or somehow releasing all of the secrets you've collected this morning. You cross your legs the moment you come to a stop hoping to conceal your brother's spunk between your thighs. But standing naked in plain view of your entire family with no option to properly cover yourself has pushed your cheeks to a spectacular shade of crimson. You eye up your normal place between daddy and Zachery and are about to make a move for it when mom, already sitting again, speaks up.

"Go sit with your father, Kimmy. He should be able to manage you."

"Sit...?" You trail off. Her saying 'at the table' would be one thing. But sit 'with' is a weird way to word that. Unsure of what she's expecting, your legs remain crossed as dread creeps over you.

Mom sighs in exasperation. "Sit on his lap. I thought that was clear. You're not too old to cuddle with daddy, are you?"

No, that part doesn't bother you. In fact, even though you're in your birthday suit in front of your entire family, you would especially enjoy sitting with daddy right now. But coating daddy's lap with the dew of his son's freshly squeezed morning wood does not seem like a good idea.

• Sit on daddy's lap anyway

• Don't sit, continue to stand