True story from a few years ago. I'll try to keep it short and cut to the chase:
I always got along very well with my oldest sister, from growing up to early and current adulthood. As such, when she had her old townhouse, I'd often stop in to b.s. with her, spend some time talking, etc. After her divorce, she had the place alone, and I became a sort of "ready made maintence guy" for her, installing air conditioners, fixing cieling fans, whatever she needed. Never once did I ask for anything in return, but I knew she was always thankful past her words and flirty gestures (something else we'd engaged in once in a while; she's a free spirit).
After one holiday season, I was helping her un-decorate, removed the large, real tree from her living room, and ended up cleaning out her attic for her. Thankful and knowing I'd worked hard up there, she told me to shower up and she'd make me dinner. I agreed, and got the change of clothes (sweats and a shirt) from my car. Showered up, devoured an excellent chicken stir-fry she made, and was getting ready to leave. Now, the whole time I was there, I kept watching her half-sweater ride up to her midsection, exposing her tummy and bellybutton. It drove me crazy and I still think she knew it. Every time she'd raise her arms or reach to do something, there was her soft, tanned, exposed skin, begging for my hands to investigate.
I'm helping her clean up, and, after seeing her reach to the high shelf above the sink, shirt way up around her ribs, I had enough. Walked up behind her, grasped her waistline, and started tickling her like mad. "I just HAVE to do this!" I was telling her, really going at her upper body, tickling her navel and under-boobs. She was squirming, laughing, and shrieking up a storm, but I held on and continued. My hot sister falls to the floor, screaming laughing, begging me to hold up, stop, and so forth. I knelt down on top of her, no more than 3 feet from where this started, raised the rest of her shirt over her breasts, and told her, only half-jokingly, "Consider this my payment". She must have agreed, because she not only let it continue, she kept her arms over her head after I let go. I know at least 20 minutes passed before I stood back up again to finally head home.
The topless tickle was fun! I could have gone for more, but, figured there'd be other times now that she knew of my tickling desires for her. And, there have been more times since then.
I always got along very well with my oldest sister, from growing up to early and current adulthood. As such, when she had her old townhouse, I'd often stop in to b.s. with her, spend some time talking, etc. After her divorce, she had the place alone, and I became a sort of "ready made maintence guy" for her, installing air conditioners, fixing cieling fans, whatever she needed. Never once did I ask for anything in return, but I knew she was always thankful past her words and flirty gestures (something else we'd engaged in once in a while; she's a free spirit).
After one holiday season, I was helping her un-decorate, removed the large, real tree from her living room, and ended up cleaning out her attic for her. Thankful and knowing I'd worked hard up there, she told me to shower up and she'd make me dinner. I agreed, and got the change of clothes (sweats and a shirt) from my car. Showered up, devoured an excellent chicken stir-fry she made, and was getting ready to leave. Now, the whole time I was there, I kept watching her half-sweater ride up to her midsection, exposing her tummy and bellybutton. It drove me crazy and I still think she knew it. Every time she'd raise her arms or reach to do something, there was her soft, tanned, exposed skin, begging for my hands to investigate.
I'm helping her clean up, and, after seeing her reach to the high shelf above the sink, shirt way up around her ribs, I had enough. Walked up behind her, grasped her waistline, and started tickling her like mad. "I just HAVE to do this!" I was telling her, really going at her upper body, tickling her navel and under-boobs. She was squirming, laughing, and shrieking up a storm, but I held on and continued. My hot sister falls to the floor, screaming laughing, begging me to hold up, stop, and so forth. I knelt down on top of her, no more than 3 feet from where this started, raised the rest of her shirt over her breasts, and told her, only half-jokingly, "Consider this my payment". She must have agreed, because she not only let it continue, she kept her arms over her head after I let go. I know at least 20 minutes passed before I stood back up again to finally head home.
The topless tickle was fun! I could have gone for more, but, figured there'd be other times now that she knew of my tickling desires for her. And, there have been more times since then.
