We struggle against our bonds

The moment that the intruder left us alone but still tied up, we both knew that our situation had taken a turn for the worse. Not only were we now bound together in this dimly lit room, but without the distraction of tracking the intruder's movements I noticed uncomfortably close I was to my niece Eleanor. Our ropes had little slack. She was tied in a way that pressed her against my bare chest. Her demi-bra was intended to support and present, not to function as any sort of effective barrier in a situation like this. The tight squeeze pushed the tops of her full breasts above the demi-cups of her bra. If I wanted to, I could bend my head and kiss them. Not that I would: I was her uncle. But that was the awkwardness of our situation. Her skin was so soft, her breasts full and heavy against me. It was definitely...uncomfortable. I tried to pull away from her, but the ropes held us firmly in place. We couldn't escape this physical contact no matter how much we wanted to.

We both tugged at the ropes, hoping to loosen the knots; but they were well-tied. We tried to shift the ropes upward or downward to create space we could slip out through. We tried pulling together; we tried pulling against each other. At one point Eleanor got so frustrated that she just thrashed. The tension of our situation grew with each passing moment as we struggled against our bonds, **** to free ourselves from this nightmare scenario. But as we struggled to free myself from the ropes, Eleanor's body pressed against mine in ways it never should have. Her skin was flawless and smooth. Her breasts jiggled constantly. Her hips swayed back and forth, rubbing against me in a way that was both enticing and infuriatingly unnerving. As the tension in the room grew, so did my erection. It was an uncomfortable reminder of our predicament: bound together and **** into this compromising situation by a stranger who had invaded my sanctuary.

Eleanor's eyes widened in shock when she realized what was happening below the thin fabric of her panties. Embarrassment quickly followed, coloring her cheeks a deep shade of pink as our bodies continued to rub against each other despite my best efforts to pull away. I looked at her with a panicked expression: "I'm so sorry!"

She slowed and moved experimentally, trying to dislodge the growing erection that had formed between my legs. However, it soon became apparent that this was not going to be an easy task given our current predicament. I expected her to stop moving altogether until I could regain control of myself. Instead, she did the opposite: she began to move against me deliberately. It was almost as if she was trying to produce the sensations that were growing increasily impossible to ignore.

I still apologized profusely. I reminded her of the gravity of our situation. We needed to focus on finding a way out. Our situation was awkward, yes, but we could get out if we worked together. First she needed to give me a moment to calm down. Eleanor simply smiled wordlessly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she continued to grind herself against me. The sensation was overwhelming; it felt like an electric current running through my veins, awakening every nerve ending within me.

She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I always had a crush on you, Uncle." Her words sent shivers down my spine as I struggled to process what she meant by that confession. What did that have to do with getting free? My heart beat faster, even though I knew it wasn't something she should say. Either way, the situation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, both physically and emotionally.

"Does that even matter?" I asked desperately as my control continued to crumble. "You're my niece and...we just can't!"

She giggled. "Just like we can't cheat at cards, but we do anyway. You know it's always more fun when we try!"

I tried to protest, telling her again that we shouldn't be doing this: that an uncle and his niece should never find themselves in such a position. But she silenced me with a kiss, her lips soft and warm against mine, and then whispered into my ear that it wasn't our fault. That the situation was beyond our control. And perhaps most importantly to her, that since what we were doing was taboo, it only made it feel even more exciting for being forbidden.

At some point my rampant cock found its way through the fly of my boxers so that the tip of my prick rubbed directly against her silk panties. The small circles of her hip movements were now very deliberate, rubbing herself against me in a way that left her gasping. Her silk panties were soaked with her arousal, leaving little doubt as to how much she desired this intimate connection between us. And despite my initial reservations, I found myself succumbing to the pleasure of it all – our shared vulnerability and desperation somehow making us feel closer than ever before.

As Eleanor leaned forward and kissed me once more, I knew that there was no turning back. The taste of her lips was intoxicating, a heady blend of innocence and experience that left me reeling with desire. As she kissed me deeper, I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, our naked skin touching.

Eleanor's confession of her feelings for me replayed in my mind. The taboo nature of what we were doing was no justification, as she had claimed it was, but there was no denying that it was a powerful argument of a different kind. Everything inside me screamed with approval at the thought of being united with her in this way, shouting down the objections of my rational mind. And so, without another word, I surrendered myself completely to the moment, allowing my body to respond instinctively as she guided us both towards a newfound intimacy.

Her movements were slow and deliberate, teasing me with each subtle shift of her hips until finally, the hard tip of my prick pushed her panties aside. I gasped at the sensation, feeling an intense surge of pleasure course through me as she slowly settled herself onto me. Our eyes locked in a silent exchange of passion and longing, both acknowledging that there was no turning back now. We were irrevocably bound together by our shared desire for one another.

As I entered her, I could feel the warmth of her body enveloping my penis, the tightness of her vagina gripping me like a vice as she adjusted to my size. After a breath we both moaned simultaneously, lost in the pleasure that surged between us with that first thrust. It was unlike anything either of us had ever experienced before; it felt like we were discovering new worlds within ourselves and each other. It was taboo. Forbidden. But somehow it felt right. As if we were finally allowing ourselves to explore desires that had been suppressed for far too long. From that moment on, there was no turning back. We kissed passionately as our hips started moving in sync with one another's rhythm. Each thrust brought us closer together both physically and emotionally, tearing down the walls of propriety that had separated us all these years.

Our kisses grew more intense, our tongues dueling for dominance as our bodies continued to move against one another with an intensity that defied all logic. The ropes binding us together seemed almost insignificant now, mere reminders of the danger we faced rather than constraints on our passion. And yet, they served their purpose well: keeping us close enough so that neither of us could escape this newfound connection between us.

I found myself lost in a world where nothing else mattered except for the pleasure we were sharing with one another. I broke our kiss so that I could try to get at her breasts. Despite the saltiness of her sweat, they were so very sweet. I could bury my nose in her cleavage, then turn my head to lick or suck. She tried to help me access her breasts by raising herself up as far as the ropes would allow, and it had the consequence of teasing my tip at the sensitive folds of her opening. The head of my cock plunged just inside the entrance repeatedly, and she rotated her hips to increase the sensation. Her bra had caught on my chin when she raised herself, and I managed to catch one of her nipples between my lips. I sucked it into my mouth and teased the hard nub with my tongue while I suckled. The youthful firmness of her breasts pressed back against my lips, which moved slickly over her smooth skin.

Eleanor's moans grew louder, and she slammed herself back on to me so that I plunged more deeply into her than ever before. Her body arched as she reached the brink of ecstasy. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she climaxed around me, her muscles clenching and unclenching in a rhythm that made me shiver and deliver a climax of my own. I couldn't distinguish between her spasms and mine as my prick convulsed and unloaded inside her. She shrieked with delight at the sensation and kissed me harder. Our orgasms reinforced each other in a long, trembling resonance of ecstasy.

I knew then that there was no turning back. This moment had changed us both forever. We were no longer just uncle and niece. We contined to kiss each other gently as we came down from the heights.

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We never intended it as an escape strategy, but our energetic lovemaking had strained the chair past its tolerance. It hadn't fallen apart, but its joints now flexed unstably. With strategic effort, we were able to separate one of the rungs of the back in a way that allowed the ropes to go slack. From there it was quick work to extricate ourselves. I grabbed my file from the study after dressing and rushed back to my car. As we drove away from the cabin, I knew that we had to talk to each other honestly about what had happened. I just didn't know what to say.

While I struggled to put together my thoughts, Eleanor piped up from the seat next to me with a surprisingly cheerful voice. "Do you want to go for a weekend hike to the White Mountains after your conference is over?"

I glanced at her quickly before returning my eyes to the road. She was smiling. Her question was so far removed from my current thoughts that I couldn't fully process it. So I tried to say something that might possibly sound like a reasonable response. "I don't remember loading your sleeping bag. Is it back there?"

"I won't need it," she assured me. "We can just share your bag. I promise that it'll be a nice...tight...fit."