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Kelly's Ticklish Siste
On a previous occasion I had persuaded Kelly to help me coordinate a tickle attack on her younger sister, Kerri. It was at this time Kelly informed that Kerri was also extremely ticklish all over her body. I had assumed this anyway, but it was good to hear testimony from someone who knew from personal experience.
Kerri was eighteen years old and about 5' 4" with dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Basically, she was a slightly taller version of Kelly. She was really cute too. I was glad Kelly and her sister shared so many positive attributes. Anyway, a few weeks after Kelly had promised to help me tickle Kerri, the day finally came when I could cash that rain check, or should I say, tickle check?
Upon arriving at their house one summer afternoon, I discovered that Kerri had been painting her fingernails and toenails while watching TV in the living room. I love the smell of fresh nail polish. Kerri was sitting on the couch with her bare feet propped up on the ottoman.
Naturally, I sat in the chair closest to the ottoman. Her hands were laid palm down on her bare thighs. She had pretty hands and feet. Her legs were nice too. Today she had painted her nails a dark shade of pink, almost burgundy. I asked Kerri how long she usually had to wait for her nail polish to dry. She said it usually took about 30 minutes, but they'd be dry in another 5-10 minutes. She didn't question why I asked. I guess the TV show had captured her attention, for now.
Kelly was in the room with us and heard everything I said. She appeared to know what I was thinking. She was very sharp and usually picked up on subtleties. I got up and walked toward the kitchen asking Kelly if there was any soda in the refrigerator. She told me there might be some left and followed me into the kitchen. Together we whispered our plans. I asked her to go upstairs and bring any tickling implements she could conceal, like hair brushes, combs, feathers, etc. She had 10 minutes to stealthily deliver whatever she could find. As Kelly walked up the stairs I imagined hearing the theme tune to "Mission Impossible", although this mission was far from impossible. A more accurate description would be "Mission Certainty," "Mission Guaranteed Success," "Mission Inevitable," or "Mission Destiny".
I returned to my chair in the living room. Kerri was watching one of those talk shows that had more contrived controversy and conflict than I could tolerate. I forget the name of the show. After about 10-15 minutes I saw that Kelly had returned and was standing at the entrance to the living room outside Kerri's peripheral view. She brought some of the things I asked for and some rope too! Evidently, Kelly had raided her father's supplies in the garage. I really have to give Kelly credit for that. What a great idea!
At this time I got up and changed the channel. As I was returning to my chair Kerri changed the channel back with the remote and smiled at me. I grabbed her ankles and slowly pulled her onto the floor. She shrieked and giggled and then Kelly ran into the room and dropped the hair brushes next to us on the floor. She immediately jumped on top of the unsuspecting Kerri and grabbed one of her arms. She fastened a pre-tied slipknot around one wrist and wrapped the rope around the big wooden leg of the couch. She repeated this process on Kerri's other wrist. This all happened so quickly that Kerri had little time to comprehend what was happening. She kept asking, "What are you doing?!! What did I do? Why are you tying me up?!!"
Once Kelly finished tying her knots, I pulled Kerri a little farther from the couch so that her arms were stretched over her head. I moved the ottoman towards her, placed her legs on top so that her bare feet were hanging over the edge and then I sat on top of her shins facing her cute size 7 feet. She started laughing hysterically so I turned around to see what Kelly was doing. Kerri was wearing a tank top and Kelly was scampering her fingers all over Kerri's exposed underarms. Kelly kept saying, "Kitchee Kitchee Koo!!!" Kerri was having a fit. In fact, she was fit to be tied! It's a good thing Kelly brought that rope. ;-D
I decided to have some fun at my end of Kerri's super ticklish body. I asked Kelly to suspend her tickling for just a minute so I could identify the most sensitive areas of Kerri's feet. As I began running my fingers up and down her soles, Kerri burst out laughing. I saw that her toes curled down so I started tickling their sensitive undersides. Her laughter intensified and I kept up the toe tickling for another minute or so. Kelly was absolutely right. Kerri was extremely ticklish!
Kelly resumed her tickling, but this time she attacked Kerri's ribs and sides. Kerri exploded with renewed laughter. I continued to tickle all over her feet from her arches to her toes and across her squirming soles. Kerri tried to say something, but we couldn't understand what it was. In a mocking tone, Kelly asked Kerri to repeat whatever it was she was trying to say. Kerri just lay there laughing and squirming around on the floor as Kelly worked her tickling fingers back up to Kerri's underarms. After a few minutes of this intense double tickle attack, we stopped briefly to give Kerri a chance to catch her breath.
Kerri begged and pleaded for us to let her go. We ignored her. I picked up two hair brushes and began dragging their stiff bristles across her ticklish soles. I just loved the way her toes curled down when I did that. Kerri was again overwhelmed by an intense fit of laughter. Kelly came over to the ottoman to try her hand at tickling Kerri's feet. I gave her Kerri's right foot and we each sat on a leg and tickled Kerri's trapped feet with both hands! Our fingers scampered all over her soles. Kerri screamed with laughter as we tickled every sensitive spot on her super ticklish feet. I even pried her toes back and ran the hair brush from her heel to her toes. She was laughing so hard she was tearing, so after another few minutes we stopped and let her go.
I sure wish had a walletful of those tickle checks right now!
On a previous occasion I had persuaded Kelly to help me coordinate a tickle attack on her younger sister, Kerri. It was at this time Kelly informed that Kerri was also extremely ticklish all over her body. I had assumed this anyway, but it was good to hear testimony from someone who knew from personal experience.
Kerri was eighteen years old and about 5' 4" with dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Basically, she was a slightly taller version of Kelly. She was really cute too. I was glad Kelly and her sister shared so many positive attributes. Anyway, a few weeks after Kelly had promised to help me tickle Kerri, the day finally came when I could cash that rain check, or should I say, tickle check?
Upon arriving at their house one summer afternoon, I discovered that Kerri had been painting her fingernails and toenails while watching TV in the living room. I love the smell of fresh nail polish. Kerri was sitting on the couch with her bare feet propped up on the ottoman.
Naturally, I sat in the chair closest to the ottoman. Her hands were laid palm down on her bare thighs. She had pretty hands and feet. Her legs were nice too. Today she had painted her nails a dark shade of pink, almost burgundy. I asked Kerri how long she usually had to wait for her nail polish to dry. She said it usually took about 30 minutes, but they'd be dry in another 5-10 minutes. She didn't question why I asked. I guess the TV show had captured her attention, for now.
Kelly was in the room with us and heard everything I said. She appeared to know what I was thinking. She was very sharp and usually picked up on subtleties. I got up and walked toward the kitchen asking Kelly if there was any soda in the refrigerator. She told me there might be some left and followed me into the kitchen. Together we whispered our plans. I asked her to go upstairs and bring any tickling implements she could conceal, like hair brushes, combs, feathers, etc. She had 10 minutes to stealthily deliver whatever she could find. As Kelly walked up the stairs I imagined hearing the theme tune to "Mission Impossible", although this mission was far from impossible. A more accurate description would be "Mission Certainty," "Mission Guaranteed Success," "Mission Inevitable," or "Mission Destiny".
I returned to my chair in the living room. Kerri was watching one of those talk shows that had more contrived controversy and conflict than I could tolerate. I forget the name of the show. After about 10-15 minutes I saw that Kelly had returned and was standing at the entrance to the living room outside Kerri's peripheral view. She brought some of the things I asked for and some rope too! Evidently, Kelly had raided her father's supplies in the garage. I really have to give Kelly credit for that. What a great idea!
At this time I got up and changed the channel. As I was returning to my chair Kerri changed the channel back with the remote and smiled at me. I grabbed her ankles and slowly pulled her onto the floor. She shrieked and giggled and then Kelly ran into the room and dropped the hair brushes next to us on the floor. She immediately jumped on top of the unsuspecting Kerri and grabbed one of her arms. She fastened a pre-tied slipknot around one wrist and wrapped the rope around the big wooden leg of the couch. She repeated this process on Kerri's other wrist. This all happened so quickly that Kerri had little time to comprehend what was happening. She kept asking, "What are you doing?!! What did I do? Why are you tying me up?!!"
Once Kelly finished tying her knots, I pulled Kerri a little farther from the couch so that her arms were stretched over her head. I moved the ottoman towards her, placed her legs on top so that her bare feet were hanging over the edge and then I sat on top of her shins facing her cute size 7 feet. She started laughing hysterically so I turned around to see what Kelly was doing. Kerri was wearing a tank top and Kelly was scampering her fingers all over Kerri's exposed underarms. Kelly kept saying, "Kitchee Kitchee Koo!!!" Kerri was having a fit. In fact, she was fit to be tied! It's a good thing Kelly brought that rope. ;-D
I decided to have some fun at my end of Kerri's super ticklish body. I asked Kelly to suspend her tickling for just a minute so I could identify the most sensitive areas of Kerri's feet. As I began running my fingers up and down her soles, Kerri burst out laughing. I saw that her toes curled down so I started tickling their sensitive undersides. Her laughter intensified and I kept up the toe tickling for another minute or so. Kelly was absolutely right. Kerri was extremely ticklish!
Kelly resumed her tickling, but this time she attacked Kerri's ribs and sides. Kerri exploded with renewed laughter. I continued to tickle all over her feet from her arches to her toes and across her squirming soles. Kerri tried to say something, but we couldn't understand what it was. In a mocking tone, Kelly asked Kerri to repeat whatever it was she was trying to say. Kerri just lay there laughing and squirming around on the floor as Kelly worked her tickling fingers back up to Kerri's underarms. After a few minutes of this intense double tickle attack, we stopped briefly to give Kerri a chance to catch her breath.
Kerri begged and pleaded for us to let her go. We ignored her. I picked up two hair brushes and began dragging their stiff bristles across her ticklish soles. I just loved the way her toes curled down when I did that. Kerri was again overwhelmed by an intense fit of laughter. Kelly came over to the ottoman to try her hand at tickling Kerri's feet. I gave her Kerri's right foot and we each sat on a leg and tickled Kerri's trapped feet with both hands! Our fingers scampered all over her soles. Kerri screamed with laughter as we tickled every sensitive spot on her super ticklish feet. I even pried her toes back and ran the hair brush from her heel to her toes. She was laughing so hard she was tearing, so after another few minutes we stopped and let her go.
I sure wish had a walletful of those tickle checks right now!
