From: kutyo@ccnet.com (Kutyo)
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Subject: 2nd Try: Tickle Twins (ff, tickling)
Date: 15 Sep 1994 01:22:11 GMT
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Okay, let's try it this wayif this posting works, enjoy this story about
twin sisters who enjoy tickling each other. If you don't go for incestuous
lesbianism, then don't bother with it.
Danni and Tammi,
The Tickle Twins:
Tammiıs Tickle Torture
by Kutyo, at kutyo@ccnet.com
³Danni, you home?²
³Yah.²
Tammi Arcadia dropped her handbag on the wicker chair by the door.
She leaned her shoulder against the entryway to the apartmentıs small
kitchenette. ³Hi.²
Danni Arcadia, with her sandy-brown hair, brown eyes, and voluptuous
body, was Tammiıs identical twin. She stood at the compact four-burner
stove, stirring spaghetti sauce in a big stainless-steel pot, wearing a
candy-apple-red tank top and white sweat pants. Her pink feet were bare.
³Hi, Tammi,² she said with a smile.
Tammi took a long moment to appreciate her sisterıs wonderful body.
Though it was identical to her own in every way, Danniıs body turned Tammi
on as no one elseıs ever had. Danniıs freckled shoulders, bare under the
tank top, were glowing pink, their smooth muscles sliding against one
another as she stirred the pot. Her luscious, pendulous breasts strained
against the tight cotton of the top, nipples prodding through. Danni never
wore a bra, ever. The top was tucked tightly into the sweats, which clung
to the bulging forms of her muscular buttocks.
Danni put down her wooden spoon-an item she had used to spank Tammi
on more than one occasion-and embraced her sister, kissing her long and
deeply on the lips. Their breasts rubbed together as their tongues slid
along each other, trading saliva. Four nipples got hard.
³Whatıd you say to some loving tonight, sweet sister?² Danni asked
huskily, squeezing one of Tammiıs boobs. ³Iıve invented a new game.²
³A game?²
³Yah! A bondage game.²
Alarms went off. ³Danni²
Danni put on her puppy-dog face. ³Please, Tammi? Pretty please with
sugar on top?² She caressed Tammiıs cheek.
³Danni, every time I let you tie me up, and no matter WHAT you say
at the beginning, no matter how you swear up and down that you wonıt, you
always tickle me! Always! And you know I canıt stand tickling.²
³This time I wonıt. I promise. I wonıt tickle you. Cross my heart
and hope to die.² Danni slashed her finger across her chest, between her
breasts.
Tammi shook her head. ³Canıt we do something else? I mean, youıre
awfully fixated on bondage. Canıt you have an orgasm any other way besides
tying me up?²
Danni looked crestfallen. ³I thought you like my bondage games²
Guilt, guilt, guilt, here we go, Tammi thought. Danni always gets me
this way. ³I try so hard to please you, but you donıt appreciate it. All I
want to do is make you feel good² Danni always said, making Tammi feel
like a bitch for saying no.
³Thatıs not what I meant and you know it, Danni. I like being tied
up. I love it when you slowly tie me to the bed, or a chair, or string me
up from the ceiling.² Her nipples throbbed just thinking about it. ³I love
how you tease me, how you slowly titillate me-²
³Then let me tie you up!²
³What I donıt like in the fact that you always, always feel the need
to tickle me! You always tickle me when Iım in bondage, and I hate it! You
donıt know what it feels like, Danni! Itıs horrible! You just go on and on
and on with it, and it drives me insane. If you could just tie me up
without tickling-²
³This time I promise I wonıt tickle. I promise.² Danni looked at
her, big green eyes supplicating. ³Please?²
Tammi sighed. ³Wellno. You always promise.²
³This time I MEAN it. I wonıt tickle you. You can even leave your
shoes on, if you want.²
³Right. Lotta good that do me when Iım tied up. Youıll just take
them off. And if you donıt tickle my feet, youıll tickle my ribs, or my
tummy, or something else.²
³I wonıt tickle you! Donıt you believe me, Tammi? I wouldnıt lie to
you, youıre my sister.²
Tammi shewed her cheek, thinking about it. Danni looked so hopeful,
so sincere. Maybe, just maybe she means it this time, she thought. ³If I
do let you-²
³No tickling! None at all.²
³You promise? You swear?²
³I swear.²
³Wellokay. But youıd better be telling the truth this time, Danni.²
Danni hugged her again. ³Oh, Tammi, youıll love it, I promise! Iıll
tie you down good and tight and play with you all night! Cımon!² She
grabbed Tammiıs wrist and started for the bedroom.
³Wait a sec! What about your spaghetti sauce, and the spaghetti that
presumably goes with it? What about dinner?²
Danni waved it off, pulling her into the bedroom and to the bed.
Coils of silk rope were already laid out. Danni had evidently been waiting
for this. ³Iıll take care of it. Iıll make dinner and feed you while
youıre trussed.² Her voice turned alluring. ³Howıs that sound, Sis?²
Tammiıs heart was pounding. ³All right!²
³Now, my darling sister, letıs get you naked!²
Danni pushed her down on the bed, nice and rough, the way Tammi like
it. She came down on top of her and undid the front of her blouse. Danni
tugged it off and threw it aside. She popped the front snap on her bra and
pulled it off, leaving Tammi topless.
³Boobies!² Danni exulted, nuzzling the lightly freckled cones,
squeezing and kissing them all over, making Tammiıs nipples swell further.
After sucking each nipple, leaving them wet, glistening nubbins, her
fingerıs flew down to Tammiıs belt, opened it, and unzipped her jeans. a
moment later she had pulled them off over her shoes.
Danni threw the jeans aside and paused long enough to look over her
sibling, who lay on the bed in only her panties. the she took Tammiıs
pink-and-white running shows from the closet and tossed them to her. ³Put
these on, okay?²
³Why?²
³Just ıcuz. I think youıre sexy in them. But no socks, okay?²
Momentary suspicion flashed through Tammiıs mind, but she decided to
give Danni the benefit of the doubt. After all, she couldnıt go through
life disbelieving EVERYTHING her sister said, just because there had been
a fewwell, more than a fewtimes when Danniıs work had proven to be less
than completely trustworthy. She had to trust her once in a while. If a
girl couldnıt trust her own sister, then who?
Tammi traded her semiformal pumps for the running shoes, pulling
them onto her bare feet.
³Good,² said Danni. Now, take your panties off, and Iıll go stir the
sauce and come back to tie you up.² She left.
Tammi laid back, lifted her butt off the bed and slipped her panties
off. She balled them up and tossed them into hamper. She heard pots and
spoons clanking as her sister hurriedly tended dinner, then returned.
³Okay, spread-eagle, Tammi.²
Tammi splayed her arms and legs to make a four-pointed star. Danni
climbed onto the bed and took hold of Tammiıs wrists, one in each hand.
She pressed them together, over Tammiıs head, and held them together with
one hand while she wrapped several coils of silk rope around them. She
knotted it tight, then tied the free end to the headboard. She tugged on
it to make sure it was secure.
Apprehension surged through Tammi once her arms were bound over her
head. She was all too aware of how exposed and defenseless her dreadfully
ticklish ribs and armpits were. She managed a smile as Danni hopped off
the bed and went around to the bedıs foot. She grabbed Tammiıs ankles and
pulled until she was stretched out flat on the bed, arms straight over her
head. Danni spread her legs apart almost as far as they would go, then
looped a coil of rope around each ankle, cincing each tight. She bound
each ankle tether to a corner of the boxspring. Tammiıs toes wriggled.
Tammi tugged on the ropes holdidng her down, realizing uncomfortably
that if Danni went back on her word and did tickle her, she would be
absolutely helpless to stop her.
Danni looked down thoughtfully at her trapped sister. ³You know,
Tammi, you look so cute like this, all trussed up and helpless, it just
makes me want to tickle you! Tickle you all over!² Her eyes wandered to
the colorful peacock plume that stood in a small vase on the nightstand.
³Now wait a minute! You promised!²
³Oh, yes, I did. Just kidding!² She disappeared back into the kitchen.
³Ha, ha. Very funny,² Tammi muttered. The scary thing was, Danni was
right. Tammi was at her mercy. Again.
She heard her sister humming happily in the kitchen, and suddenly
the fear was overwhelming. ³You promised, Danni!² she called. ³Donıt
forget that!²
Danni skipped back into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed next to
her. ³Tickle! Tickle my helpless bondage girl!²
³Shut up, Danni! Youıre not being very funny. You promised!
³I crossed my fingers.² Danni leaned over and plucked the peacock
feather from its vase. She smiled meaningfully.
Tammiıs eyes went wide. ³Cımon, Danni! You promised no tickling! You
swore! I would neverıve let you tie me up if I had known youıd go against
your word!²
Danni put the feather on Tammiıs belly, then pulled a featherduster
from the drawer in the nightstand. It had a big bush of frilly ostrich
plumes anchored to a curved plastic handle. ³Now, which would you like
first, the peacock feather or the featherduster?²
³Neither! No! NO! Untie me, right now!²
³Youıre being petulant, Tammi, and thatıs really rude. I think Iıll
have to punish you.² Danni swung a leg over her and straddle her, holding
the featherduster.
Tammi struggled urgently, knowing how completely helpless she was.
³Danni, please, donıt do this! You know I canıt stand it! I canıt STAND
tickling! Pleeeeze!² She tried to twist to somehow shield her ribs and
tummy, but the rope held her stretched out and taut under her sister,
whose weight pinned her to the mattress.
Danni waved the featherduster through the air, and watched as
Tammiıs wide eyes followed its movements. ³Letıs start with this, shall
we? Itıs a good punishment tool, donıt you think?²
³No, please! No!² Tammi cried.
Danni waved it through the air again, watching its bright feathers
flutter, then brought it down between Tammiıs breasts. She wriggled it
lightly up and down the valley between the titties, scribbling along the
pink skin.
³No! Noooo!² Tammi squealed, but her cry was cut short by a stream
of giggles that erupted from her throat. She twisted hard but couldnıt get
away from the titillating feathers which swirled over her tender and
defenseless skin. The titillation turned maddening when Danni started
dusting her ribs and midriff, running the duster up and down her ribcage,
letting the plumes scurry and scatter along her ribs. Danni brushed her
midriff just below her boobs, and watched in delight as the tickling took
off.
Tammi hiccupped and started to laugh uncontrollably. She thrashed
and struggled, as she always did, and begged for Dannit to stop whenever
she could catch a breath in the midst of her laughter. Danni didnıt
listen, but instead, holding the duster daintily between thumb and index
finger, continued dusting her sisterıs ribs and midriff, running down
along one side, skittering along below her jiggling boobs, and up the
other side. She brushed her armpit for a few seconds, which made her
captive shriek, then went across her collarbones to the other underarm,
and spent about a minute there, tormenting the helpless hollow. Following
that, she skipped the duster down along the ribs, go up and down, up and
down, tickling Tammi on both sides of her torso, doing so for more than
ten minutes by the bedstand clock.
All the while Tammi writhed in agony, her body on fire with the
hellish torture of tickling. She yanked on the bonds holding her arms
trapped over her head, straining against them, trying to pull free, but
she couldnıt. Danniıs knots never came untied unless Danni wanted them to,
and Danni didnıt want Tammi getting away while she was tickling her. Tammi
was pinned to the bed, tied down tight, and uttler helpless to defend
herself against her sister. She laughed shrilly, becoming hysterical, as
the duster went around and around her torso, tormenting ribs and armpits
and midriff and collarbones.
Tammiıs nipples swelled and elongated even further as Danni
tormented her. They stood up on the crests of her boobs, jiggling stiffly
as her titties bounced about. Seeing them, Danni sent the featherduster up
along the full undersides of Tammiıs boobies to them. The soft feathers
enveloped them, and Danni twirled the duster on each one, pirouetting the
filaments on the swollen puckers. She alternated between them, spending at
least two or three minutes on each before switching to the other. Tammiıs
mammaries rolled and jiggled madely under the treatment, and Tammi threw
her head from side to side, squealing.
Danni tickled each breast individually. She feathered the round
sides of each cone, methodically dancing the duster up and down and around
the rippling tit, going from the base up to the pink nipple. She went
around each breast ten or twenty times, sparing no path of skin on the
mounds. She then plopped the duster down on top of each boob, one after
the other, capping them, and turned it between her palms. The feathers
spun crazily around, caressing the nipple and the boob beneath it.
After nearly fifteen minutes of boobie tickling, Danni stopped.
Tammi collapsed on the bed, chest heaving. Perspiration glowed on her
forehead and ribs. Her nipples hurt, they were so hard.
³My, my, arenıt you ticklish?² Danni said, and exchanged the
featherduster for the peacock plume. ³Your boobies are SO ticklish. How
about your tummy, hmm?² She scooted down until her rump was nestled
between Tammiıs spread thighs. Tammiıs belly was stretched taut below her,
pink and soft.
Tammi shook her head. ³No, p-please, Danni, n-n-no more! I canıt stand-²
Danni danced the plume down her tummy, then slowly dragged it back
up to her solar plexus. Tammi squirmed. ³No, please!²
³See if you can guess what pattern Iım drawing, ıkay?² Danni said,
and scribbled a box on Tammiıs belly with the feathertip. Tammi giggled,
and when she didnıt immediately answer, Danni said, ³You donıt know? Give
up? Iıll draw it again.² She did so, making her sister laugh and twist.
With no answer but breathless giggles forthcoming, she drew it again and
again until Tammi was laughing nonstop, sweat pearling on her face and
boobs. ³How about this one? Guess the shape!² she drew a circle, a
triangle, and a five-pointed star in rapid fire succession. ³Youıre not
trying, Tammi. Cımon!² she drew them all again, flicking the feather
across the helpless stomach.
³Hah ha ha ha hahahaha!² Tammi cried, thrashing in ecstatic agony.
³Oh, st-stop! P-p-pleeeeze! Heee hee heee! HAH HA HA HAHAHA HA HA!²
³Letıs play tickle-tac-toe.² Danni used a felt-tip marker to draw
tic-tac-toe lines on Tammiıs belly, then feathered an X in the center box,
which was over her belly button. ³ıKay, youıre Oıs, Tammi. Tell me where
you want your O.²
Tammi gurgled, giggling. Danni waited for half a second, then said,
³Well, Iıll just play for you, then. Here.² She scribble an O, then an X,
and played the game quickly, drawing everything on Tammi with the feather.
³You lose! I win! Letıs play again. Weıll play til you win.² She played
ten agonizing games of tickle-tac-toe while Tammi spluttered and yelped,
and won them all, of course. ³Best seven out of ten?² And she went on,
tickling and teasing with the peacock feather, playing her imaginary game
on Tammiıs defenseless tummy. Tammiıs face flushed red and her bangs
matted to her forehead with hot sweat.
³Tammiıs not playing too well, is she? I win again. I always win,
donıt I?² Danni proceeded to madly feather Tammiıs belly, scooping the
plume across it for almost fifteen minutes while her sister screamed and
cried and begged for mercy. When she finally stopped, Tammi caved in, a
limp mass of tickled female flesh.
Danni got off the bed and went to stand at its foot. She clasped her
hands over her head and stretched languidly, popping her back. Her boobs
jiggled as she did so, ans swayed heavily as she did some twists.
Tammi opened her watering eyes and looked down the bed at her naked
sister. ³D-Danni² she breathed.
Danni grapsed her own ankle and bent it up to the back of her head.
Her breasts dangled tantalizingly as she arched her back, the nipples
cherry-pink and hard. She took her time stretching, affording her bound
sister excellent views. She made sure Tammi got an eyeful of all the sexy
part of her body, a body would wouldnıt be able to touch until she was
untied. Danni dropped her ankle, reached down, and started untying one of
Tammiıs sneakers.
³Wait! No!² Tammi protested weakly, still breathless from the
earlier tickling. ³Danni, please²
Danni pulled off one shoe, then the other, leaving Tammiıs feet
bare. Her toes wriggled and bunched together in nervous anticipation.
Danni knelt at the end of the bed, brining herself to eye level with
the pink, wriggling feet. She slowly kissed every one of the ten toes,
giving each big toe a couple of kisses and a little lick. Even this gentle
action made Tammi giggle and kick her feet, but the ropes around her
ankles kept her from jerking them away.
Danni was a consummate foot fetishist who knew how to treat her
sisterıs ticklish feet. She darted her tongue in and around the base of
each toe, licking the webbing, and Tammi kicked again, sputtering a sharp
giggle. Danni grabbed and uncurled the bunched toes and licked their
undersides, then twirled her tongue on their tiny balls. She repeated the
treatment with the other foot, spending longer on it because she liked
Tammiıs left foot a little more than her right. Starting with the littlest
toe, she took it into her mouth and sucked it, cleaning its already-clean
skin with her tongue and lips. She took nearly five minutes to seck each
toe while Tammi giggled and pleaded with her to leave her footsies alone.
When she reached the big toe, she sicked it in and tongued its plump ball.
and Tammi yelped. She likced and cleaned its underside, then popped it out
of her mouth and kissed it.
Sitting back in contemplation of the bound feet before her, Danni
said, ³You know, thereıs just nothing better than having a pair of really
ticklish feet to play with.²
³Unless they happen to be your own,² Tammi muttered.
Danni smiled and lightly licked the insteps next. She applied a
little more pressure with her tongue on each pass, and soon Tammi was
giggling continuously, toes clasping and spreading. Satisfied with the
cleanliness of the footsies, Danni commences using her fingernails on
them. She began with the left foot, and scratched lightly up and down
along the inner margin of the arch, slowly working her way toward the
center of the instep.
³Oh! No-hah ha ha ha ha! HAH HA HA HA HA HAHAHAH HAAA!" Tammi cried,
bucking around on the bed. ³Stop! Stop!²
³Koochie koochie koo, bondage girl!² Danni said, and gently ran her
fingernails up and down the sole. After working Tammi into a frenzy that
way, she scratched along the toe line, delighting in how her sister kicked
and jerked her feet around. Finally, unable to hold herself back any
longer,
Danni started tickling both feet at once, digging into both soft soles
with her nails and folliwing the networks of tiny creases and wrinkles in
the tender, sensitive skin.
Tammi arched tautly in her spread-eagle, her muscular shoulders and
tight butt raising off the mattress. Her bellowed nipples jutted at the
ceiling, jiggling on her shaking breasts. she strained against her
harnesses, but no matter how she jerked or yanked or pulled, the soft silk
ropes wouldnıt break, wouldnıt come untied, but held her limbs securely to
the headboard and the boxspring.
Danni grabbed the featherduster again and applied it to Tammiıs
feet. she wriggled it all over one foot, then the other, making sure the
feathers wormed their way in between the toes. With experience that came
from years of tickling her sister, she quickly found and titillated the
most ticklish spots, with included the inner side of each instep and the
balls of the toes. She feathered them nonstop, and smiled happily as Tammi
screamed wordlessly in hysterical torment. She went back and forth between
the footsies for almost half an hour, letting up only once in a while so
Tammi wouldnıt pass out from asphixiation.
She tossed the duster aside and went back to using her fingers. She
tickled for another ten minutes, until Tammi showed signs of delirium. Her
eyes rolled back, and she spasmed tightly, boobies shaking and shimmering
as she laughed silently because she couldnıt inhale. Saliva drooled from
her mouth, and tears and sweat made a damp halo around her head on the
pillow. Only then did Danni stop and climb back onto the bed to straddle
her again.
Danni liked the straddle position for giving tickle torture. It gave
her access to all of Tammiıs upper-body ticklish spots, and also let her
watch her face as she tickled. She loved to look deep into Tammiıs eyes
when she tickled her into submission, and seeing the complete surrender
that welled up in the soft green pools.
She waited for Tammi to calm down and get her breath back. Then she
said, ³Well, Tammi, are we ready for more?²
Tammi was abject. ³Pleeeze, stop²
³Weıre almost done. Just another hour or so.²
Tammi groaned. ³Itıs too much! Youıre mean, Danni!²
³Make that TWO more hours for backtalk, young lady.²
³NOOO!²
Danni laid her chin down on Tammiıs stomach, just above her belly
button, and started tickling both sides of her ribcage with her nails.
Danni felt the vibrations of her prisonerıs luscious belly as she laughed
and hiccupped and giggled. The tummy tremors became frenetic as she
carefully traced the outlines of each rib. she put her ear down over the
navel and listened to the muted laughter as she raked her nails down from
her sisterıs armpits to her flanks.
Tammi dared to hope the torment was over when Danni suddenly hopped
off the bed and went into the bathroom. Then when she heard the whirr of
the electric toothbrush, and a moment later Danni came back to the bedside
with the toothbrush in hand and with the bristles spinning, Tammiıs eyes
went round again.
³Hereıs something new for us to play with, Tammi.² She got up and
knelt at the headbaord, by Tammiıs bound arms.
³No, no, not the electric toothbrush! No, Danni, PLEASE!²
Danni placed the whirring bristled against the inside of Tammiıs
elbow and massaged it around. Tammi squirmed. Slowly, Danni moved the
toothbrush down the curve of the bicep, over the freckled and upstretched
shoulders, and into Tammiıs armpit.
³Ahhh! St-stop! Stop, OH GOD! AH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA!!²
Happy with the results of the new toy, Danni pressed it deep into
the underarm. Tammi struggled against her bonds, desperately trying to
pull free of the silk to lower her upstretched arms to protect her
vulnerable armpits. Danni made sure the entire armpit had been brushed,
then moved to the other one. Tammiıs strained giggles and pleas were sweet
in her ears, and her trembling and wriggling toes told her that she was
tickling her quite effectively.
Straddling again, Danni drew the toothbrush up the bulge of one
breast to the nipple and brushed it for several minutes. Tammiıs breathing
was labored as the bristles swept over the sensitive and swollen bud of
the nipple, then went down the cleavage furrow and up to the other one.
Tammiıs ribs got it next. Danni followed the curve of each rib with
agonizing precision, slowly going down one side of her ribcage. ³Ticklish
ribs!² Danni said as she explored them with her little weapon. She tried
different pressures and different speed on the toothbrush, trying to find
what tickled Tammi the most. By the time she reached the bottom of her
ribs, she had found moderate pressure and the highest speed setting did it
best, and used them, to go back up that side, retracing her progress until
she reached her armpit again.
³Other side,² she said, and, starting again at the underarm,
proceeded down the curved bank of ribs. She pressed the brush in between
the ribsm finding that it sent Tammi into an attack of hysterical
laughter. Tammiıs upper body gleamed with a sheen of salty perspiration by
the time she was done.
Danni scooted down her sisterıs body, bristles still spinning. Down
past her tummy, her thighsTammi saw where she was going. ³No, no,
PLEASE!! Not my feet! Donıt tickle my feet again, please! Oh, no!²
Danniıs toothbrush touched the tips of her toes. Danni scoured each
toe in turn, first their tips, then their undersides. She had to hold the
toes back with one hand in order to get the brush under them with the
other, but the laughter and screams she heard were worth the effort. She
poked the brush in between the toes and tickled the webbing, spending a
lot of time between the big toe and the second toe.
Finally she attacked the soles. Holding a footsie firmly, Danni
stroked the brush up and down its instep, tracing lightning bolts on the
pink flesh, then repeated the torture with the other foot. She discovered
that holding the brush near the inner side of the instep made Tammi laugh
the loudest, so she made sure she held it there for at least five minutes
on each foot.
Following the feet, Danni went back up to Tammiıs navel and stuck
the bristles into it. They reached the bottom of the dimple and scrubbed
the rumpled floor and walls of the little shaft.
³Tickle Tammiıs belly button! Koochie koo! Tickle your belly button!²
³Ha hah hah haaa! Oh,oh p-p-pleeeeeze! D-D-D-Danni! St-stop! HA
HA HA HEEEE HEE HEEEE!! OH, GOD, STOP!²
Naturally Danni didnıt, but kept twirling the vibrating brush around
inside her navel, making sure it got into every little nook and wrinkle.
The intolerable tummy torment made Tammi cry and shake in fits of laughter
mixed with tears. Her hands fisted and her boobies shook as she thrashed
and bucked. She twisted by her wrists and ankles, her laughter falling
silent once again as she ran out of breath. Danni watched her face redden,
holding the brush in her belly button as long as she dared. Just as Tammi
started looking like she was about to pass out, she pulled it out of her
navel and turned it off. ³Now, wasnıt that fun, Tammi? Hm?²
It was a few minutes before Tammi could answer. Her face was deep
red and streaked with steamy sweat, and her breasts bobbled as her chest
heaved. Saliva dribbled from one side of her mouth. ³Ohhhhhhhhh² she
moaned, rolling her head to one side. ³Ohhh, Godhhhhhhh²
Danni grinned. She light massaged her sisterıs breasts for a while,
squeezing and turning the tender mammaries on her chest, waiting for her
captive to come back to herself. When Tammi finally opened her red, watery
eyes and look up at her, Danni smiled brightly. ³I love how you laugh,
Tammi. Youıre so cute when you laugh and wriggle all over!²
Tammi said nothing, eyes still tearing.
Danni kissed her, then got off the bed. She looked up and down at
her trapped sister. ³I just love your body, Tammi. I just LOOOOVE it when
youıre tied down and helpless like this. All stretched out, arms and legs
tied up tight. Tied for tickling! Tied for tickle torture!²
She circled the bed like a bird of prey, while Tammi wriggled in her
bonds, begging with her eyes for freedom. Danni knelt at the end of the
bed again, inspecting the bare feet.³And I love your feet! So cute and
helpless like this. Wriggle your toes for me, Tammi.²
Exhausted and defeated, Tammi did so.
³How adorable! Look at how these tiny freckled toes wriggle! I just
want to eat them up!²
Danni did so, sucking, nibbling, and kissing the tender toes, making
her sister squirm and gigle on the bed, for another hour. The only thing
that finally stopped Tammiıs torture for the evening was a phone call from
Mr. Kelleyton, downstair. Tammiıs laughter was keeping him up. Keeping him
up how, Danni didnıt ask.
Instead of gagging her, as she had done in the past when the
neighbors complained, Danni took pity on her and let her up. She untied
her arms and legs. Then, looking alarmed, she dashed out of the bedroom.
Tammi sat up and worked the kinks out of her shoulders and arms. She
was shaky and light-headed, weak from too much tickling. Her bangs were
matted to her forehead, and tear tracks stained her cheeks. She got up,
pulled on a terry cloth robe, and stumbled into the living room.
Danni stood in the kitchenette, holding a crusty pot and looking upset.
³Whatıs wrong?² Tammi asked, voice hoarse from much too much laughter.
Danni pouted. ³My spaghetti sauce burned.²
Tammi put her arm around her sister and hugged her, but smiled
inside. Thatıs what you get for tickling me! she thought, feeling at least
partly vindicated.
The End
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Giving advice is evil.
Non-interference is the Prime Directive.