This started out as a Niece\Uncle incest story but something wouldn't let me write it that way. So I made an admittedly contrived change, added some mild bondage and came up with this. I don't think it's the end of the story for these two though; I have a couple of angst-ridden ideas that may make a sequel.
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Clara turned up outside my door, tears pouring down her face, a bruise blossoming around her right eye, and a suitcase in either hand.
"Uncle, can I stay here tonight? Mom and me have had a fight and I've left home." She asked.
"Of course you can stay. Tell me what happened." I was horrified to see the bruise. I knew that I couldn't just send her packing, even though I wasn't sure about letting her stay.
I wasn't really her uncle. My older brother had married her mother and gained a stepdaughter. A couple of years ago he'd killed himself driving his car too fast around a corner. The inquest had said he was well over the legal alcohol limit. Clara's mother had retreated to the bottle herself. We had all tried at one time or another to bring her out but we had all failed. These days only I visited them at all; and that was only to see that Clara was all right. Clara was bright and pretty, six months away from leaving her teens behind, and trying hard to help her mother. That had changed tonight though. She told me about the argument and how her mother had hit her in her drunken rage. Clara had packed her bags and left, heading for the only safe place she knew: My place.
I let her pour her heart out to me, the one older person she felt she could trust, and told her she could have the bed and I'd sleep on the couch. I told her maybe things would seem different in the morning and we'd decide what to do then. She thanked me and stumbled off to bed leaving me wondering what would happen the next day.
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The morning arrived. I'd spent an uncomfortable night on the sofa trying to sleep. Instead I'd worried about what I could do for Clara. She was old enough to make her own decisions now, but obviously needed some sort of guidance and I wondered if I was up to it, never having been a parent. Clara had awoken feeling much better she said. That didn't extend to going back, she was positive about that. When I asked her where she was going to go Clara looked at me in surprise.
"Go? I don't want to go anywhere else. I was hoping to stay here."
"Here? What, with me? Are you sure?" I asked, already wondering what people would think.
"You're the only person who really cares about me. Don't you want me to stay?"
"It's not that." I replied helplessly. "It's that this is only a small flat and what will they say?"
"What will who say?"
"You know, everybody." I shrugged ineffectually. "A young woman and an older man living together in such a tiny flat."
"I don't care about this mythical 'them', as long as you don't mind. If you don't want me here just say and I'll go." Clara looked at me sadly with puppy-dog eyes. I couldn't stand it and caved in.
"You're welcome to stay as long as you like Clara, but if you are going to then I insist that you have your own bed."
"Of course. I can use your spare room." She smiled for the first time since she'd arrived. The 'spare room' was more like an extended cupboard where I kept my accumulated junk.
"All right." I sighed. "Have some breakfast and then we'll go and get you a bed from somewhere.
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It didn't take us too long to clear out enough space for a bed in the box room. I personally moved the more 'sensitive' boxes, the ones with my stash of bondage mags and suchlike, to my bedroom and then we put up Clara's new bed. I left her to put the sheets and duvet on how she wanted and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Waiting for the kettle I heard her shifting things around to make some more space. I called out to her once the drinks were ready and leant back sipping mine. Clara came into the kitchen looking thoughtful and waving a couple of Polaroid photos around absently. A quick glance at the pictures gave me a sudden pang as I realised that I must have missed one of the boxes that I hadn't wanted Clara to see.
"Uncle, I found these pictures." She said. I waited for what was sure to be an embarrassing question. When it came it wasn't one that I was expecting. "Have you tied many women up?"
"One or two." I replied quietly after a stunned silence.
"This one seemed to be enjoying it." She said, looking at the pictures.
"Yes, she did." I wondered where Clara was going with this.
"Could you perhaps tie me up?"
"WHAT!? NO!! Why?" To say that I was shocked was an understatement. Clara just looked at me, amusement at my reaction dancing across her face.
"There's no need to have a coronary. I wasn't suggesting I act out a chapter from 'The Story Of O' or something. I just wanted to find out what being tied up was like." She gave me her sweetest smile and I calmed down a little. "I thought it might be safer for someone I trust to tie me up that's all, and I trust you more than anyone else." Again she gave me the smile. She had a point, that I had to concede. "And it's not as if you'd be doing anything wrong as you're not really my Uncle." That was also true, if somewhat irrelevant. "Please?" Clara fluttered her eyelids and my resolve just caved in.
"Okay," I sighed, "you win. But there are conditions."
"Go on."
"You'll be fully clothed at all times, I will not tie ropes anywhere near any of your intimate areas, and if you don't like it or it begins to hurt, you are to say so and I'll stop." I counted my rules off on my fingers.
Clara smiled. "I accept your conditions, and want to add one of my own: You tie proper, tight knots."
"Oh all right, I agree." I sighed.
"Good. So when can we start?" She grinned a grin that told me she had won, and I hadn't even known it was a competition.
"Hold your horses, I'll need to get some stuff together first." I made a feeble protest.
"I think you'll find what you want in those boxes you moved into your room earlier." Clara gave me her most wicked smirk.
"You're bloody eager aren't you? All right; thirty minutes time, in your room. Be ready." I tried to sound stern.
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When I entered the room carrying a box with the things I thought I'd need Clara was sitting demurely on the edge of her new bed waiting for me. She was wearing a sweatshirt, a pair of denim shorts and a pair of those thick black tights teenagers seem to like wearing. She looked up eagerly.
"Are you sure you want to do this Clara?" I asked one last time.
"I'm absolutely sure, I wouldn't have asked you otherwise." She gave me the eyelids again. "Please?"
"All right." I gave a sigh. "Hands behind your back."
She turned her back to me, presenting her hands crossed at the wrist. Taking a shortish piece of rope I deftly tied them together. Carla strained a little against the knots, testing them.
"All right?" I asked.
"It doesn't seem very tight." She sounded a bit disappointed.
"It's tight enough, and I haven't finished yet."
"Oh, okay, carry on then."
I took a longer piece of rope and looped it around Clara's waist a couple of times before tying it off to her wrists.
"See?" I said.
"I see now, sorry."
"One more rope and I'll be finished with your arms." I said partly to myself, before binding her elbows together. Normally I'd wrap some more rope around your upper arms and chest, but that would be infringing our 'no intimate areas' condition."
