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Every July, Julia and Emily dreaded their family camping trip. “It’s a tradition!” their father said every year. Now that Emily had just graduated and was eighteen, she decided that she was done with this ‘tradition.’ Emily was the youngest in the family. She was 5’ 7’’ with curly red hair and fair skin which made her petite figure stand out in the summer sun. Her older sister Julia wasn’t as attractive as her, yet she was the eldest and had a brilliant mind. She was twenty and only an inch taller than her little sister. She had gained a few pounds over the last year and it was something she was self-conscious about. Like her sister, she had curly hair, blond and full. She enjoyed books more than people, unlike her little sister, who was a social bee. Though Julia got to skip the second grade, she was still jealous of her little sister. Every year, they sat around the camp fire; Julia reading while Emily trying to find signal to text her friends. They decided that this was the last year they would be forced to go camping. They weren’t kids anymore, by all means, they were adults. Since this was their last trip, they decided they would try to make the best of it. Julia always loved to play games with her little sister so they decided to think of a list.
“Well first off, before we decide what we are going to do, we have to decide how we are going to look like by the lake,” Julia explained. The part of her body which she was always most self-conscious about was her feet. While she was a pretty girl, her feet were chubby and her sister taunted her with the name ‘bean toes.’ While Emily didn’t really care for feet in general, she enjoyed that her feet were slender and had beautiful normal looking toes. She didn’t have chubby feet or ‘bean toes’ and was secretly grateful that they were better looking than her older sisters. “I think we should get pedicures before we go on our trip. It’ll hide those bean toes,” mocked Emily. Hearing that name again made Julia dread having to show her feet in public. She was done with being taunted and since this was the last year they would be on the camping trip in close proximity; she needed to get revenge. She couldn’t think of something torturous enough to teach her little sister not to make fun of her anymore. Then an idea came to her which made her heart skip a beat. She knew how ticklish Emily was and decided that tickling her to tears would be how she would get the revenge she always wanted. A pedicure would make sure that her feet were soft and sensitive when the time came to tickle her soles. “If it will take attention off of that head full of air,” Julia responded. Julia was also ticklish, but it bothered her since it generally brought attention to her feet, making her feel more self-conscious of her toes. “That’s settled then. Now, let’s think of some games we could play!” said the innocent younger sister. Julia picked up a pen and began brainstorming a ‘game’ she could suggest to get her sister far enough from anyone who could hear her laughter. “How about hide and go seek with objects? Let’s make it harder though since we are much older now,” Julia suggested. “Great idea! Like a treasure hunt?” Emily responded. “Yeah, we have to hide the object deep in the woods to make it a real challenge,” Julia quickly suggested. “I want to hide YOUR old hairbrush. The one Tommy gave to you last year,” decided Emily. This was a perfect object for soft and freshly pedicured feet. She just unknowingly handed her sister a weapon to use for torture. “Then I’ll hide the rope YOU used to go climbing with Steve,” Julia shot back. They agreed on the game and went to go get pedicures before their final trip.
It was hot and muggy when they got to the lake. This year, there were less people camping around them. Their site was unusually far from the water and closer to the outlying forest. Julia had brought two bags. One was her backpack full of socks so as not to draw attention to it and the other was her real bag. This was how she planned on getting all of her torture devices out there since she couldn’t carry them all. The hairbrush and the rope was just the beginning. She also brought another rope to tie her sister with, baby oil for added torture, another hairbrush to tickle both feet and a bandanna to cover her eyes. “Perfect. Like it’s meant to be,” thought Julia as she unpacked. “Why did you bring baby oil when we have so much sunscreen already?” Julia forgot that it didn’t make sense to bring it. “Why would I bring baby oil?” frantically thought Julia. “Got it. Older sister time,” thought Julia. “I don’t know about you but when I went to college, I actually WANTED boys to notice me and baby oil helps you tan even better!” This was the perfect thing to say to her little sister since she always assumed Julia knew more than she did. “I’ll have more boys notice me than you, Julia! That’s for sure!” Now that Emily was upset, Julia had to repair their relationship to get her to play outside in the woods and not the lake on their first day of the trip. It wouldn’t make sense to keep their feet hidden when they just got pedicures. Luckily, when they left home it was cold so they wore their bathing suits underneath their clothes and also wore socks and shoes. Emily was just going to wear her flats but Julia wanted that moisture from her socks to make her pedicured feet even softer and ticklish to her nails, which she also made sure were long enough when they went to the salon. “Hey. I’m sorry about that. I’m just…well…I’m just going to really miss you.” Emily’s eyes brightened and she was smiling again. “Keep on smiling, Emily. I’ll make sure you will.”
“Done unpacking?” Emily asked her sister. Julia was trying her best to suggest the game as the first thing to no avail. “Come onnn! I want to change!” Then it hit Julia, even if she could get her sister out in the woods and not change out of her socks, how would she get the extra objects out there without it looking even more suspicious. “Wait a minute, Emily. I…I…I just feel really horrible about how I look this year,” Julia said through fake tears. “Aw, you don’t have to feel bad about yourself. You are beautiful! Come on, let’s go to the lake and I’ll show you all the boys who will stare at you,” Emily comforted. “I just can’t face them, you go. I’ll just…stay here,” she sobbed. “Wow. I really am brilliant. This is the perfect way to get her to stay. Guilt.” Emily saw how upset her older sister was and couldn’t abandon her to go show off to boys. “How about we play that game you talked about! That would cheer you up! Just like old times.” Emily fell right into Julia’s trap without her even having to even suggest it. “This is meant to be.”
Emily led the way while Julia stayed behind with the bag. She had convinced her sister that it was full of snacks and water bottles. She was being a good older sister…so it seemed to Emily. “I’m tired carrying this bag, we are really far from everyone. Let’s sit awhile. My feet kinda hurt too. I’m going to let them breath for a second. Plus, this is a beautiful forest.” She knew her sister well enough to know she’d emulate her actions. “That’s a great idea!” Julia sat down and removed her shoes. Julia kept her socks on and hoped her sister would notice. Emily was just about to remove her socks when she saw her sister looking sad again. “Wait, what’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” asked Emily. “No, I just don’t want my ‘bean toes’ to show today. I know we just got pedicures but did you see the way that guy looked at me? Everyone thinks my feet are chubby…like me.” Julia hoped this would work one more time, that’s all she needed. One more time. “That isn’t true and if you aren’t taking off your socks then neither am I!” Julia now just had one more task. To tie her up but still make it look like she was ‘playing’ the game. “How about we start playing the game right here? I brought the rope and the hairbrush in our bag anyway. But I wanted to make sure you couldn’t cheat. So I brought a bandanna to cover your eyes!” She also pulled out the brown bandanna and made her sister tie it around her eyes. “Now, I’m adding an extra rule, the rule is you can’t move while the other person hides the object. If you do, the player who is hiding the object gets to use it!” Julia knew Emily liked challenges and didn’t even consider that this rule would mean SHE got tied up while Julia would get her hair brushed. “Now count to twenty and don’t move because I’ll be watching you.” Twenty seconds was enough time to get her extra tools out for the purpose of torturing her little sister’s feet. All she had to do now was get Emily to move. She got a piece of grass and ran it down her arm like it was a bug; she was terrified of bugs. “OMG a bug! It’s a bug! That’s not fair! I had to move, Julia!” Julia smiled. Now it was time.
“Aww man alright, you can tie up my feet,” Emily reluctantly said. “I will but there is another rule I thought of before we left. I didn’t want to tell you about it and give away the surprise! Once I tie you up, if you make a sound, I get to use my other rope.” Julia took out another rope and another hairbrush. “I don’t understand. Why do we need two? Why would you make a sound while I brushed your hair even if I did use these two brushes?” asked the innocent little sister. “Stop asking questions and let me tie your feet up!” Julia exclaimed. Emily responded, “Fine. But only because you made it fair.” So she sat down and put her feet in her sister’s lap. “Here we go. Now to just give her an ‘accidental’ tickle.” As she secured the knot around her sister’s feet she poked her in the middle of her sole. Emily giggled. “OH you made another sound! I get to tie your wrists now too!” Julia had won. The tickling would begin. “Not fair! Not fair!” It was too late though, Julia had already grabbed her little sister’s wrists and began tying them. Emily fought against it but Julia over powered Emily as she wiggled around, unable to fully fight back. “STOP JULIA! THIS ISNT FUN ANYMORE! I WANT TO GO BACK!” yelled Emily. “Aw you want to go back? Look over on that log over there.” It was the items they decided on, with the baby oil added. “I DON’T UNDERSTAND AND I DON’T CARE. JUST LET ME GO JULIA!” screamed Emily. Her yelling had now become screaming as she began to get more frantic about her older sister’s intentions. “I haven’t actually told you what I am going to do with those have I? I am going to tickle your feet until you cry. I had all of them in this game to use on those freshly pedicured feet.” To taunt her sister even more she added, “Look, your own hairbrush is even there.” “I’m tired of being put down by you Emily. You won’t do it again. Not after this.” Julia explained. “IM SORRY FOR CALLING YOU THAT AND I WONT ANYMORE HONEST JUST PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY FEET! WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE I’M AM GOING TO TELL! I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE YOU SAD! PLEASE!” Emily both begged and threated. Julia just laughed. Emily finally understood the full gravity of what was happening; she was going to be tickle tortured. Not tickled. She was trapped and no one could hear her. Emily begged and pleaded one last time. It was too late.
“Now, let’s remove those socks shall we? I’ll keep mine over my ‘bean toes.’ You know how they look anyway.” Emily tried to wiggle and scream for help but couldn’t even kick her sister away. This was the moment Julia had been waiting for and she wasn’t going to waste a second. Soon their parents would start wondering where they were and her excuse would become less and less plausible. She had her little sister at her mercy. She had Emily on her stomach and was sitting on her back, facing her feet. She pulled the tied ankles towards her ignoring Emily’s pleas and threats. She removed each of her socks, exposing the small, fair feet, freshly polished and pedicured. Emily picked light blue nail polish and it looked tantalizing against her pink feet and toes from the long day of hiking in socks. They were ripe for the tickling. “It’s been so many years since I tickled you. You would always squeal and run away. I got ya now lil’ sis.” Emily kept screaming at her sister to stop the event which was about to happen. Julia ignored her. “Tickle tickle, Emily.” She tickled her exposed soles with her right hand while holding them up to her body with the left. She softly tickled her and she let out her beautiful giggle. “I love that sound. Let’s make you giggle some more before I make you squeal and eventually cry.” Emily wouldn’t cry in front of her older sister, even now. She might have been the youngest but not the weakest. Julia knew this too. Her pride would be her down fall. Julia didn’t want to push too hard and make her sister cry right away. She stroked her right foot, running her fingers down the soft and now extra sensitive soles. She then switched feet but this time with more intensity. Emily giggled harder and begged, “PLEASE. THAT’S ENOUGH! JULIA I CANT TAKE MORE TICKLING THAN THIS!” To her plea Julia responded, “Down to business.”
She put her legs back on the ground and sat on her ankles. It was a position she would always use when she caught her sister lying on the couch or in bed on her stomach. Julia always said, “You asked for it by leaving your feet unattended. Especially when you show your soles to me when you move your feet towards your back over and over.” In this position, she knew Emily would feel more helpless. She attacked Emily’s soles, rapidly moving her fingers in a random pattern. “Traditional tickling nothing too fancy,” Julia taunted. Emily’s giggles grew louder and louder as her sister tickled her harder. “STOP! PLEASE STOP! I CANT HELP FROM LAUGHING!” Emily said in broken sentences on the rare occasions she was able to get words out though her torture. Julia knew every specific spot on her soles and toes that were ticklish. They were sisters. Julia avoided those spots for now. “Don’t want that giggle to turn into a squeal yet. I’m having so much fun hearing it. Controlling it after all these years. When was the last time I had the chance to increase your laughter against your own will?” Julia knew that she never had this much control over Emily and she loved it. She could push Emily as far as she wanted and when she wanted. She could sometimes get her little sister past giggling but after giggling her next phase was squealing and when that happened, one of her parents would stop the tickling. Not this time. Torture. Torture. Bean toes no more. It repeated in Julia’s head like a lullaby. Emily’s torture became her lullaby. This song drove Julia to step the tickling up to the next stage.
“Now for phase two little sis. I’ll let you catch your breath for this one. I don’t want you crying too early on me,” taunted Julia as she rolled her sister onto her back. Once she got enough breath back from her aching solar plexus she screamed at her sister, “NO! NO! DON’T TICKLE ME HARDER! JUST LET ME GO AND I WONT TELL! I WONT TELL!” Emily begged with the last of her giggles. “Now squeal for me little sister. Oh by the way, before we start, how are you going to prove any of this?” Julia teased her sister, “We’ll talk later.” Before Emily could even get another syllable out of her mouth to respond, her answer was replaced with a squeal and an unwanted smile. Julia attacked her soles beginning with switching between hard and soft tickling. Emily squealed so loud that she could scare off a bear. “Oh that’s perfect. Keep it up.” Emily was powerless to stop and she knew it. “Now those two spots on your feet are going to get it,” Julia said while not letting up on the severity of the tickling. They were the ridge under her toes and right in the middle of the arch of her foot. Julia had been deliberately tickling around those spots so she could use them like buttons to increase her torture. So much power over her sister. It made her hungry for more. Julia didn’t hesitate to dig into those spots but with only two nails for preciseness. To do this she had to pick a spot on each foot. She picked the ridge with her right hand and her left hand tickled the arch. Emily squealed louder and louder as the seconds rolled by without any change in movement or technique. “This is so simple, I’ll just keep rapidly tickling these two spots without any change. It’ll start torturing her mind to know she can’t even get me to change my technique.” Power over her mind. That’s what was going to push her to the next stage of sound; no need to tickle any other part of her soles. Julia used this invasion on her mind, which coincided with the intensity of her laughter, to taunt her little sister even more.
Emily panicked more and more as Julia continued tickling her with two fingers on the same spots without letting up. “See, I just realized. Good tickle torture is about the mind and I know you better than anyone else. If you know I won’t move from these spots you’ll want me to start using my ten fingers to tickle your feet again for even the slightest bit of reprise. But you how I am. I stick to the plans. And I know how you are. Pave your own way.” Now the mental agony was really starting to get to Emily. “I’m only using four of my fingers. What’s the fuss all about Emily?” She could not respond verbally but the answer was met with a sound. It was the next phase. The squealing stopped and she began to laugh heavily. Julia had never heard her get to this point and was so proud she pushed her to the next stage. Julia knew the final stage, hysterical laughter. This would occur when she got to use her tools on those naked soles. “Then, when I start using the baby oil and hairbrushes in her hysteria, it will break her down to tears.” Julia smiled and continued to tickle Emily. She now went full out and tickled her with both hands on both feet, switching feet, going in circles, gently stroking them, finding spots that made her laugh harder and random movement for a good hour. She made sure that when Emily even started laughing a little bit softer, she would go back to her spots and get her back again. She loved that new sound and didn’t want to lose it. She began to wonder what her little sister’s hysterical sound would be. She won’t even know that stage. Maybe, she let a boyfriend or someone she really trusted get her to laughter but no one will have tickled her to hysteria. She wouldn’t allow it. To lose complete control over body and mind; to be broken and have to be put back together by another person. That state was too vulnerable for most people. She knew her sister well enough. She was starting to feel this stage coming to an end sooner than she expected.
It wasn’t long until she started hearing her sister hyperventilating severely. She turned her on her back so she could breathe better. Too tired to talk or protest, Emily caught her breath. This had been going on for at least two hours now. Once she could say something again, she didn’t plead, she knew that was futile, but instead threated her more with the wrath of their parents. Bad choice. “YOU KNOW YOU WILL BE IN THE WORST TROUBLE EVER! I HATE YOU JULIA! STOP DOING THIS!” The statement about hating her struck a chord. “You know what? I said I’ll stop once I get you to cry. You haven’t cried yet. Sorry you don’t like the rules of this game AND I’m really tired of having to repeat myself. YOU. HAVE. NO. PROOF. What? Baby oil, a hairbrush and a rope. They know about the game with the rope and hairbrush. They were right there. For that last statement about hating me, I’m going to make your feet more ticklish with the baby oil and then use those two hairbrushes to finally break you and get you to cry. That’s why I brought them on this trip.” Emily responded through a trembling lip, “I’ll make sure to get you back for this one day, Julia.”
She wasn’t turned on her stomach again; her toes were now the victims. They were so ticklish they were a close second to the spots. Julia had been holding off on really attacking them because she wanted to taunt her more and her toes were a perfect way to do that. This was the finale that would get her to hysterical laughter. “I can’t wait.” Now that Emily was on her back she put her feet on the backpack for leverage. She continued to yell and scream but Julia didn’t even hear it at this point. She was hungry for hysteria. She didn’t only want to get the bottom of her toes, which in the previous position were the only side exposed, she wanted the top too. At the same time she knew her sister couldn’t handle hysterical laughter for too long without crying. “Change of plans. As you noticed, I’ve gotten you pretty far and I have to say I am incredibly surprised you haven’t quit yet. I was sure after two hours you would be crying. To be honest, I don’t understand why you don’t just end this but I’m glad you havn’t.” While Julia was doing a terrible thing to her little sister, she would not tickle her after the point of tears. “I’m sure our parents are wondering where we are at this point. SO unlucky for you and me. I am going to have to use the tools on both your feet and toes to get this game to end. I want to hear that sound I have never heard from you before. I have to step it up to the finale little sis. This is the last stage.”
Emily began to panic because she knew her sister was right. Her toes were so ticklish and in this position she had full access to her bare feet. She couldn’t take anymore already. Tickling her toes with the hairbrush, her finger nails tickling her while covered in the baby oil? This would drive her off the edge and end this torture. “I don’t even know what this will feel like but if it will make my feet even more ticklish I know I’m going to break. I don’t understand this hysterical laughter she keeps talking about and I don’t want it to happen either. I can’t call it quits and I can’t make myself cry. How do I stop this?” Frantically thought Emily. She didn’t know what tickling hysteria felt like and she was about to find out. “I got it! Julia you can’t use that stuff on me no matter what!” Emily exclaimed. “Oh and why is that?” Baby oil will stay on my feet! Then I’ll have proof you did all this!” Emily stated. Again, in classic Emily fashion, she might have stopped the tickling with baby oil but supported her sister in her alibi. “Thank you Emily. You actually just saved me from getting into trouble. Just like you suggested the hairbrush on your own. You’re right, tickling doesn’t leave evidence but oils do. So much for that…Ah but the hairbrushes! I guess we will make due with what we have here, Emily.” Emily’s eyes widened as she realized that her toes would still be tickled with a tool, pushing her to hysteria. She went over to Emily and put the bandana over her eyes again. “We need to wrap this up and not knowing when I’m going to use this hairbrush will do the trick.” What was Emily going to do now? She was at peace with what was going to happen next. It would end the tickle torture once and for all.
The moment Julia touched her toes with her nails, Emily exploded in laughter. Julia tickled her toes on the bottoms and the top, sometimes one toe with all then fingers, sometimes under one toe on each foot. Julia was incredibly creative and wanted that sound. “Tickle those big toes on the top? Isn’t that where your toes are most ticklish?” Julia tickled the top of her big toes, making her laughter grow louder and harder. She made sure to not leave any spot untickled. When she got in between them, it made her scream. She would sometimes use her pinky, twisting it around and getting her nail to tickle both sides of Emily’s toes. This attack on Emily’s toes felt like it had lasted forever and she began to lose space and time. She started to lose any composure she had left. She began to slip away and she could feel it. Only two coherent thoughts came out as the tickling ceased for a moment as she heard footsteps walking away then back towards her: “Julia has the hairbrushes. This is how I end up broken. This feeling of complete loss is hysteria.” Both hair brushes then began their mission. “Now let’s end this and hear a laugh I haven’t heard in all twenty years of my life and all eighteen of yours.”
Julia began running her hairbrush softly up and down her sole to give Emily the chance to be afraid of what she was capable of doing. “Once I speed up and dig in with both brushes on both feet you’ll lose it!” Emily couldn’t do a thing anyway so she stayed silent as Julia counted down to mock her; the beginning of the game and now the end. “Three, two, one…” Julia then brushed her right foot hard and fast. Emily started with the laugh she had gotten to already and Julia was wondering if it was possible to get this sound before she cried. “This is the final chance. Can I do it?” She took off her little sister’s blindfold to show her the end of the line. Julia put a hairbrush on both feet not moving them at first, then, BAM. She quickly ran the hundreds of bristles on the spots and with the next expulsion of laughter came the gift Julia wanted so bad. It was a half scream and half laughter. The laughter as the reaction and the scream in the loss of the mind. Emily got into hysterical laughter yet, she wasn’t there to hear it. She didn’t think, she didn’t feel, she just…Was. Julia lapped up her hysterical laughter, the sound she never heard and now knew. She had gotten it out of her. Her little sister was broken and hysterical. She went on like this for a few minutes until she noticed that her sister wasn’t really there to cry. She was past it. That was fine for Julia and she finally stopped tickling Emily. She untied her and expected her to either run or fight her in a rage. Fight or flight. Neither happened. Emily just laid there and let her breathing come back to normal.
When Emily opened her eyes, she saw her mom and dad standing over her. She was confused of what was happening, what is happening and a fear of what just happened. “Sweety, you passed out while you and your sister were playing your game. She carried you all the way here and was scared for you. We all were. She told us everything. I hope you learned your lesson about not doing drugs,” her mom said in a sweet voice. “Wait what?” Emily fearfully exclaimed. “What do you mean! I passed out because she has been tickling me for hours. Look in her backpack! She has two ropes and she tied me up! She has two hairbrushes and tickled my feet with them until I passed out!” Emily yelled in a frantic voice. “No. No way. She can’t do this. SHE CAN’T DO THIS!” Emily thought. “Mom you have to believe me! Go through her bags. She has baby oil too! What would that be used for!?!” screamed Emily. “First off, don’t use that tone with me young lady. Second, I already went through her stuff to find the drugs and I saw nothing of the sort. Third, you better take responsibility for your actions or you will be grounded longer than you already are.” Emily was stunned and speechless. Julia had won. She got everything she wanted and ended up looking like a hero. Emily had no evidence and they ‘happened’ to find drugs in her bag. She didn’t even know what drug she lied about her doing. Completely defeated, Emily broke down and finally cried.
“Well first off, before we decide what we are going to do, we have to decide how we are going to look like by the lake,” Julia explained. The part of her body which she was always most self-conscious about was her feet. While she was a pretty girl, her feet were chubby and her sister taunted her with the name ‘bean toes.’ While Emily didn’t really care for feet in general, she enjoyed that her feet were slender and had beautiful normal looking toes. She didn’t have chubby feet or ‘bean toes’ and was secretly grateful that they were better looking than her older sisters. “I think we should get pedicures before we go on our trip. It’ll hide those bean toes,” mocked Emily. Hearing that name again made Julia dread having to show her feet in public. She was done with being taunted and since this was the last year they would be on the camping trip in close proximity; she needed to get revenge. She couldn’t think of something torturous enough to teach her little sister not to make fun of her anymore. Then an idea came to her which made her heart skip a beat. She knew how ticklish Emily was and decided that tickling her to tears would be how she would get the revenge she always wanted. A pedicure would make sure that her feet were soft and sensitive when the time came to tickle her soles. “If it will take attention off of that head full of air,” Julia responded. Julia was also ticklish, but it bothered her since it generally brought attention to her feet, making her feel more self-conscious of her toes. “That’s settled then. Now, let’s think of some games we could play!” said the innocent younger sister. Julia picked up a pen and began brainstorming a ‘game’ she could suggest to get her sister far enough from anyone who could hear her laughter. “How about hide and go seek with objects? Let’s make it harder though since we are much older now,” Julia suggested. “Great idea! Like a treasure hunt?” Emily responded. “Yeah, we have to hide the object deep in the woods to make it a real challenge,” Julia quickly suggested. “I want to hide YOUR old hairbrush. The one Tommy gave to you last year,” decided Emily. This was a perfect object for soft and freshly pedicured feet. She just unknowingly handed her sister a weapon to use for torture. “Then I’ll hide the rope YOU used to go climbing with Steve,” Julia shot back. They agreed on the game and went to go get pedicures before their final trip.
It was hot and muggy when they got to the lake. This year, there were less people camping around them. Their site was unusually far from the water and closer to the outlying forest. Julia had brought two bags. One was her backpack full of socks so as not to draw attention to it and the other was her real bag. This was how she planned on getting all of her torture devices out there since she couldn’t carry them all. The hairbrush and the rope was just the beginning. She also brought another rope to tie her sister with, baby oil for added torture, another hairbrush to tickle both feet and a bandanna to cover her eyes. “Perfect. Like it’s meant to be,” thought Julia as she unpacked. “Why did you bring baby oil when we have so much sunscreen already?” Julia forgot that it didn’t make sense to bring it. “Why would I bring baby oil?” frantically thought Julia. “Got it. Older sister time,” thought Julia. “I don’t know about you but when I went to college, I actually WANTED boys to notice me and baby oil helps you tan even better!” This was the perfect thing to say to her little sister since she always assumed Julia knew more than she did. “I’ll have more boys notice me than you, Julia! That’s for sure!” Now that Emily was upset, Julia had to repair their relationship to get her to play outside in the woods and not the lake on their first day of the trip. It wouldn’t make sense to keep their feet hidden when they just got pedicures. Luckily, when they left home it was cold so they wore their bathing suits underneath their clothes and also wore socks and shoes. Emily was just going to wear her flats but Julia wanted that moisture from her socks to make her pedicured feet even softer and ticklish to her nails, which she also made sure were long enough when they went to the salon. “Hey. I’m sorry about that. I’m just…well…I’m just going to really miss you.” Emily’s eyes brightened and she was smiling again. “Keep on smiling, Emily. I’ll make sure you will.”
“Done unpacking?” Emily asked her sister. Julia was trying her best to suggest the game as the first thing to no avail. “Come onnn! I want to change!” Then it hit Julia, even if she could get her sister out in the woods and not change out of her socks, how would she get the extra objects out there without it looking even more suspicious. “Wait a minute, Emily. I…I…I just feel really horrible about how I look this year,” Julia said through fake tears. “Aw, you don’t have to feel bad about yourself. You are beautiful! Come on, let’s go to the lake and I’ll show you all the boys who will stare at you,” Emily comforted. “I just can’t face them, you go. I’ll just…stay here,” she sobbed. “Wow. I really am brilliant. This is the perfect way to get her to stay. Guilt.” Emily saw how upset her older sister was and couldn’t abandon her to go show off to boys. “How about we play that game you talked about! That would cheer you up! Just like old times.” Emily fell right into Julia’s trap without her even having to even suggest it. “This is meant to be.”
Emily led the way while Julia stayed behind with the bag. She had convinced her sister that it was full of snacks and water bottles. She was being a good older sister…so it seemed to Emily. “I’m tired carrying this bag, we are really far from everyone. Let’s sit awhile. My feet kinda hurt too. I’m going to let them breath for a second. Plus, this is a beautiful forest.” She knew her sister well enough to know she’d emulate her actions. “That’s a great idea!” Julia sat down and removed her shoes. Julia kept her socks on and hoped her sister would notice. Emily was just about to remove her socks when she saw her sister looking sad again. “Wait, what’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” asked Emily. “No, I just don’t want my ‘bean toes’ to show today. I know we just got pedicures but did you see the way that guy looked at me? Everyone thinks my feet are chubby…like me.” Julia hoped this would work one more time, that’s all she needed. One more time. “That isn’t true and if you aren’t taking off your socks then neither am I!” Julia now just had one more task. To tie her up but still make it look like she was ‘playing’ the game. “How about we start playing the game right here? I brought the rope and the hairbrush in our bag anyway. But I wanted to make sure you couldn’t cheat. So I brought a bandanna to cover your eyes!” She also pulled out the brown bandanna and made her sister tie it around her eyes. “Now, I’m adding an extra rule, the rule is you can’t move while the other person hides the object. If you do, the player who is hiding the object gets to use it!” Julia knew Emily liked challenges and didn’t even consider that this rule would mean SHE got tied up while Julia would get her hair brushed. “Now count to twenty and don’t move because I’ll be watching you.” Twenty seconds was enough time to get her extra tools out for the purpose of torturing her little sister’s feet. All she had to do now was get Emily to move. She got a piece of grass and ran it down her arm like it was a bug; she was terrified of bugs. “OMG a bug! It’s a bug! That’s not fair! I had to move, Julia!” Julia smiled. Now it was time.
“Aww man alright, you can tie up my feet,” Emily reluctantly said. “I will but there is another rule I thought of before we left. I didn’t want to tell you about it and give away the surprise! Once I tie you up, if you make a sound, I get to use my other rope.” Julia took out another rope and another hairbrush. “I don’t understand. Why do we need two? Why would you make a sound while I brushed your hair even if I did use these two brushes?” asked the innocent little sister. “Stop asking questions and let me tie your feet up!” Julia exclaimed. Emily responded, “Fine. But only because you made it fair.” So she sat down and put her feet in her sister’s lap. “Here we go. Now to just give her an ‘accidental’ tickle.” As she secured the knot around her sister’s feet she poked her in the middle of her sole. Emily giggled. “OH you made another sound! I get to tie your wrists now too!” Julia had won. The tickling would begin. “Not fair! Not fair!” It was too late though, Julia had already grabbed her little sister’s wrists and began tying them. Emily fought against it but Julia over powered Emily as she wiggled around, unable to fully fight back. “STOP JULIA! THIS ISNT FUN ANYMORE! I WANT TO GO BACK!” yelled Emily. “Aw you want to go back? Look over on that log over there.” It was the items they decided on, with the baby oil added. “I DON’T UNDERSTAND AND I DON’T CARE. JUST LET ME GO JULIA!” screamed Emily. Her yelling had now become screaming as she began to get more frantic about her older sister’s intentions. “I haven’t actually told you what I am going to do with those have I? I am going to tickle your feet until you cry. I had all of them in this game to use on those freshly pedicured feet.” To taunt her sister even more she added, “Look, your own hairbrush is even there.” “I’m tired of being put down by you Emily. You won’t do it again. Not after this.” Julia explained. “IM SORRY FOR CALLING YOU THAT AND I WONT ANYMORE HONEST JUST PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY FEET! WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE I’M AM GOING TO TELL! I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE YOU SAD! PLEASE!” Emily both begged and threated. Julia just laughed. Emily finally understood the full gravity of what was happening; she was going to be tickle tortured. Not tickled. She was trapped and no one could hear her. Emily begged and pleaded one last time. It was too late.
“Now, let’s remove those socks shall we? I’ll keep mine over my ‘bean toes.’ You know how they look anyway.” Emily tried to wiggle and scream for help but couldn’t even kick her sister away. This was the moment Julia had been waiting for and she wasn’t going to waste a second. Soon their parents would start wondering where they were and her excuse would become less and less plausible. She had her little sister at her mercy. She had Emily on her stomach and was sitting on her back, facing her feet. She pulled the tied ankles towards her ignoring Emily’s pleas and threats. She removed each of her socks, exposing the small, fair feet, freshly polished and pedicured. Emily picked light blue nail polish and it looked tantalizing against her pink feet and toes from the long day of hiking in socks. They were ripe for the tickling. “It’s been so many years since I tickled you. You would always squeal and run away. I got ya now lil’ sis.” Emily kept screaming at her sister to stop the event which was about to happen. Julia ignored her. “Tickle tickle, Emily.” She tickled her exposed soles with her right hand while holding them up to her body with the left. She softly tickled her and she let out her beautiful giggle. “I love that sound. Let’s make you giggle some more before I make you squeal and eventually cry.” Emily wouldn’t cry in front of her older sister, even now. She might have been the youngest but not the weakest. Julia knew this too. Her pride would be her down fall. Julia didn’t want to push too hard and make her sister cry right away. She stroked her right foot, running her fingers down the soft and now extra sensitive soles. She then switched feet but this time with more intensity. Emily giggled harder and begged, “PLEASE. THAT’S ENOUGH! JULIA I CANT TAKE MORE TICKLING THAN THIS!” To her plea Julia responded, “Down to business.”
She put her legs back on the ground and sat on her ankles. It was a position she would always use when she caught her sister lying on the couch or in bed on her stomach. Julia always said, “You asked for it by leaving your feet unattended. Especially when you show your soles to me when you move your feet towards your back over and over.” In this position, she knew Emily would feel more helpless. She attacked Emily’s soles, rapidly moving her fingers in a random pattern. “Traditional tickling nothing too fancy,” Julia taunted. Emily’s giggles grew louder and louder as her sister tickled her harder. “STOP! PLEASE STOP! I CANT HELP FROM LAUGHING!” Emily said in broken sentences on the rare occasions she was able to get words out though her torture. Julia knew every specific spot on her soles and toes that were ticklish. They were sisters. Julia avoided those spots for now. “Don’t want that giggle to turn into a squeal yet. I’m having so much fun hearing it. Controlling it after all these years. When was the last time I had the chance to increase your laughter against your own will?” Julia knew that she never had this much control over Emily and she loved it. She could push Emily as far as she wanted and when she wanted. She could sometimes get her little sister past giggling but after giggling her next phase was squealing and when that happened, one of her parents would stop the tickling. Not this time. Torture. Torture. Bean toes no more. It repeated in Julia’s head like a lullaby. Emily’s torture became her lullaby. This song drove Julia to step the tickling up to the next stage.
“Now for phase two little sis. I’ll let you catch your breath for this one. I don’t want you crying too early on me,” taunted Julia as she rolled her sister onto her back. Once she got enough breath back from her aching solar plexus she screamed at her sister, “NO! NO! DON’T TICKLE ME HARDER! JUST LET ME GO AND I WONT TELL! I WONT TELL!” Emily begged with the last of her giggles. “Now squeal for me little sister. Oh by the way, before we start, how are you going to prove any of this?” Julia teased her sister, “We’ll talk later.” Before Emily could even get another syllable out of her mouth to respond, her answer was replaced with a squeal and an unwanted smile. Julia attacked her soles beginning with switching between hard and soft tickling. Emily squealed so loud that she could scare off a bear. “Oh that’s perfect. Keep it up.” Emily was powerless to stop and she knew it. “Now those two spots on your feet are going to get it,” Julia said while not letting up on the severity of the tickling. They were the ridge under her toes and right in the middle of the arch of her foot. Julia had been deliberately tickling around those spots so she could use them like buttons to increase her torture. So much power over her sister. It made her hungry for more. Julia didn’t hesitate to dig into those spots but with only two nails for preciseness. To do this she had to pick a spot on each foot. She picked the ridge with her right hand and her left hand tickled the arch. Emily squealed louder and louder as the seconds rolled by without any change in movement or technique. “This is so simple, I’ll just keep rapidly tickling these two spots without any change. It’ll start torturing her mind to know she can’t even get me to change my technique.” Power over her mind. That’s what was going to push her to the next stage of sound; no need to tickle any other part of her soles. Julia used this invasion on her mind, which coincided with the intensity of her laughter, to taunt her little sister even more.
Emily panicked more and more as Julia continued tickling her with two fingers on the same spots without letting up. “See, I just realized. Good tickle torture is about the mind and I know you better than anyone else. If you know I won’t move from these spots you’ll want me to start using my ten fingers to tickle your feet again for even the slightest bit of reprise. But you how I am. I stick to the plans. And I know how you are. Pave your own way.” Now the mental agony was really starting to get to Emily. “I’m only using four of my fingers. What’s the fuss all about Emily?” She could not respond verbally but the answer was met with a sound. It was the next phase. The squealing stopped and she began to laugh heavily. Julia had never heard her get to this point and was so proud she pushed her to the next stage. Julia knew the final stage, hysterical laughter. This would occur when she got to use her tools on those naked soles. “Then, when I start using the baby oil and hairbrushes in her hysteria, it will break her down to tears.” Julia smiled and continued to tickle Emily. She now went full out and tickled her with both hands on both feet, switching feet, going in circles, gently stroking them, finding spots that made her laugh harder and random movement for a good hour. She made sure that when Emily even started laughing a little bit softer, she would go back to her spots and get her back again. She loved that new sound and didn’t want to lose it. She began to wonder what her little sister’s hysterical sound would be. She won’t even know that stage. Maybe, she let a boyfriend or someone she really trusted get her to laughter but no one will have tickled her to hysteria. She wouldn’t allow it. To lose complete control over body and mind; to be broken and have to be put back together by another person. That state was too vulnerable for most people. She knew her sister well enough. She was starting to feel this stage coming to an end sooner than she expected.
It wasn’t long until she started hearing her sister hyperventilating severely. She turned her on her back so she could breathe better. Too tired to talk or protest, Emily caught her breath. This had been going on for at least two hours now. Once she could say something again, she didn’t plead, she knew that was futile, but instead threated her more with the wrath of their parents. Bad choice. “YOU KNOW YOU WILL BE IN THE WORST TROUBLE EVER! I HATE YOU JULIA! STOP DOING THIS!” The statement about hating her struck a chord. “You know what? I said I’ll stop once I get you to cry. You haven’t cried yet. Sorry you don’t like the rules of this game AND I’m really tired of having to repeat myself. YOU. HAVE. NO. PROOF. What? Baby oil, a hairbrush and a rope. They know about the game with the rope and hairbrush. They were right there. For that last statement about hating me, I’m going to make your feet more ticklish with the baby oil and then use those two hairbrushes to finally break you and get you to cry. That’s why I brought them on this trip.” Emily responded through a trembling lip, “I’ll make sure to get you back for this one day, Julia.”
She wasn’t turned on her stomach again; her toes were now the victims. They were so ticklish they were a close second to the spots. Julia had been holding off on really attacking them because she wanted to taunt her more and her toes were a perfect way to do that. This was the finale that would get her to hysterical laughter. “I can’t wait.” Now that Emily was on her back she put her feet on the backpack for leverage. She continued to yell and scream but Julia didn’t even hear it at this point. She was hungry for hysteria. She didn’t only want to get the bottom of her toes, which in the previous position were the only side exposed, she wanted the top too. At the same time she knew her sister couldn’t handle hysterical laughter for too long without crying. “Change of plans. As you noticed, I’ve gotten you pretty far and I have to say I am incredibly surprised you haven’t quit yet. I was sure after two hours you would be crying. To be honest, I don’t understand why you don’t just end this but I’m glad you havn’t.” While Julia was doing a terrible thing to her little sister, she would not tickle her after the point of tears. “I’m sure our parents are wondering where we are at this point. SO unlucky for you and me. I am going to have to use the tools on both your feet and toes to get this game to end. I want to hear that sound I have never heard from you before. I have to step it up to the finale little sis. This is the last stage.”
Emily began to panic because she knew her sister was right. Her toes were so ticklish and in this position she had full access to her bare feet. She couldn’t take anymore already. Tickling her toes with the hairbrush, her finger nails tickling her while covered in the baby oil? This would drive her off the edge and end this torture. “I don’t even know what this will feel like but if it will make my feet even more ticklish I know I’m going to break. I don’t understand this hysterical laughter she keeps talking about and I don’t want it to happen either. I can’t call it quits and I can’t make myself cry. How do I stop this?” Frantically thought Emily. She didn’t know what tickling hysteria felt like and she was about to find out. “I got it! Julia you can’t use that stuff on me no matter what!” Emily exclaimed. “Oh and why is that?” Baby oil will stay on my feet! Then I’ll have proof you did all this!” Emily stated. Again, in classic Emily fashion, she might have stopped the tickling with baby oil but supported her sister in her alibi. “Thank you Emily. You actually just saved me from getting into trouble. Just like you suggested the hairbrush on your own. You’re right, tickling doesn’t leave evidence but oils do. So much for that…Ah but the hairbrushes! I guess we will make due with what we have here, Emily.” Emily’s eyes widened as she realized that her toes would still be tickled with a tool, pushing her to hysteria. She went over to Emily and put the bandana over her eyes again. “We need to wrap this up and not knowing when I’m going to use this hairbrush will do the trick.” What was Emily going to do now? She was at peace with what was going to happen next. It would end the tickle torture once and for all.
The moment Julia touched her toes with her nails, Emily exploded in laughter. Julia tickled her toes on the bottoms and the top, sometimes one toe with all then fingers, sometimes under one toe on each foot. Julia was incredibly creative and wanted that sound. “Tickle those big toes on the top? Isn’t that where your toes are most ticklish?” Julia tickled the top of her big toes, making her laughter grow louder and harder. She made sure to not leave any spot untickled. When she got in between them, it made her scream. She would sometimes use her pinky, twisting it around and getting her nail to tickle both sides of Emily’s toes. This attack on Emily’s toes felt like it had lasted forever and she began to lose space and time. She started to lose any composure she had left. She began to slip away and she could feel it. Only two coherent thoughts came out as the tickling ceased for a moment as she heard footsteps walking away then back towards her: “Julia has the hairbrushes. This is how I end up broken. This feeling of complete loss is hysteria.” Both hair brushes then began their mission. “Now let’s end this and hear a laugh I haven’t heard in all twenty years of my life and all eighteen of yours.”
Julia began running her hairbrush softly up and down her sole to give Emily the chance to be afraid of what she was capable of doing. “Once I speed up and dig in with both brushes on both feet you’ll lose it!” Emily couldn’t do a thing anyway so she stayed silent as Julia counted down to mock her; the beginning of the game and now the end. “Three, two, one…” Julia then brushed her right foot hard and fast. Emily started with the laugh she had gotten to already and Julia was wondering if it was possible to get this sound before she cried. “This is the final chance. Can I do it?” She took off her little sister’s blindfold to show her the end of the line. Julia put a hairbrush on both feet not moving them at first, then, BAM. She quickly ran the hundreds of bristles on the spots and with the next expulsion of laughter came the gift Julia wanted so bad. It was a half scream and half laughter. The laughter as the reaction and the scream in the loss of the mind. Emily got into hysterical laughter yet, she wasn’t there to hear it. She didn’t think, she didn’t feel, she just…Was. Julia lapped up her hysterical laughter, the sound she never heard and now knew. She had gotten it out of her. Her little sister was broken and hysterical. She went on like this for a few minutes until she noticed that her sister wasn’t really there to cry. She was past it. That was fine for Julia and she finally stopped tickling Emily. She untied her and expected her to either run or fight her in a rage. Fight or flight. Neither happened. Emily just laid there and let her breathing come back to normal.
When Emily opened her eyes, she saw her mom and dad standing over her. She was confused of what was happening, what is happening and a fear of what just happened. “Sweety, you passed out while you and your sister were playing your game. She carried you all the way here and was scared for you. We all were. She told us everything. I hope you learned your lesson about not doing drugs,” her mom said in a sweet voice. “Wait what?” Emily fearfully exclaimed. “What do you mean! I passed out because she has been tickling me for hours. Look in her backpack! She has two ropes and she tied me up! She has two hairbrushes and tickled my feet with them until I passed out!” Emily yelled in a frantic voice. “No. No way. She can’t do this. SHE CAN’T DO THIS!” Emily thought. “Mom you have to believe me! Go through her bags. She has baby oil too! What would that be used for!?!” screamed Emily. “First off, don’t use that tone with me young lady. Second, I already went through her stuff to find the drugs and I saw nothing of the sort. Third, you better take responsibility for your actions or you will be grounded longer than you already are.” Emily was stunned and speechless. Julia had won. She got everything she wanted and ended up looking like a hero. Emily had no evidence and they ‘happened’ to find drugs in her bag. She didn’t even know what drug she lied about her doing. Completely defeated, Emily broke down and finally cried.
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