The Eclipse Party, Part 5
Anna had none of Khushi’s compunctions about being locked in the tickle box, although if she’d known what Isabel was planning, she would have felt differently. Accepting her fate, she pulled her wavy hair into a ponytail and allowed Khushi and Lisa to guide her into position as her sister locked her up.
I tied her toes, noting some lip biting as the string was threaded into place. Her feet looked just like her twin's, and it seemed like they were pretty ticklish. I've found some new lookalike pics for Anna to go along with the one from eclipse day (she was wearing some college gear at the time and wanted it cropped above her knees...)
Anna head and foot shot lookalike, actual eclipse day pic
Once Anna was fully locked in, Isabel made a show of checking things over, rattling the wrist and ankle stocks in their housings. "Pretty solid, huh?" she asked.
Hmm, I thought immediately. Something was up.
"Yeeeaaahhh…." her sister replied slowly, sensing shenanigans herself and growing a bit nervous.
Isabel reached down and gently pinched each of Anna’s toes as she continued, making her sister flinch and jump. "I mean, if a person were to do something really annoying to you right now, you'd be helpless to stop it!"
"Like tickle me?" Anna asked. "I kind of figured…"
"Oh no," Isabel interrupted. "Even more horrible than that. I mean, for me, about the worst thing you could possibly do while I'm tied and helpless in front of strangers is tickle my neck. You know why, sis?"
Anna flashed a quick knowing smile, her eyes touched with mischief. "Hey, I…"
Isabel cut her off. "Of
course you know why!” she snapped. “Because I
told you. In
confidence."
"Iz…"
"Don't
'Iz' me, Lady Judas," she cut in. "Just ponder for a moment what I know about you, and while you think about it, try to pull your hands out of those stocks again." Anna’s jaw dropped in astonishment and her face flushed as Isabel stood and moved alongside the chair where she sat.
“Iz…
Izzy?! Come on!” Anna’s eyes were fixed furiously on her sister, who only smiled in response and sat on the chair's arm, gauging its dimensions. Anna began struggling in earnest.
The box pulled Anna forward in the seat, leaving a narrow space between her and the chair’s cushy backrest. The chair itself was maybe a person-and-a-half wide, leaving more space on either side of her. There was a gap between the front of the chair and the table where the box was clamped in place. Overall, there was just enough room around Anna for someone to wedge in and sit down, which is precisely what Isabel set herself to doing.
Anna desperately tried to pull her wrists free of the stocks as her sister wriggled into position.
"You see," Isabel explained, pressed snugly now against her sister from behind, “Anna and I once shared our biggest turn-ons. She knows damn well what happens when someone tickles my neck. So what did she do the minute I was helpless?" As she spoke, her fingertips began tracing delicate patterns on Anna’s shoulders through the thin fabric of her t-shirt.
“So I blame her,” Isabel went on, “that I'm so wound up right now I'm ready to start chewing on furniture. And all my toys are back home!”
I opened my mouth to say "
We have some here," but Laura shot me a killing look.
Resigned, Anna stopped struggling. She dropped her head forward, ponytail dangling against one flushed cheek. The tone of her voice was stern; her teeth tightly clenched. "Isabel…Don’t. You. Dare."
“Don’t I dare
what?” Isabel asked sweetly, sliding her fingers down the backs of her sister’s arms. “Do you want to tell them?”
Anna lifted her head and bucked several times in a last futile attempt to free herself. "Izzy, come on,
stop it…" she pleaded.
Now Isabel’s hands crept around Anna’s sides from behind. "Oh my," she remarked. "You're not wearing a bra, you little harlot."
Anna twisted violently again, but pressed in as tightly as she was, Isabel could ride her sister’s every move.
"
Don't tell anyone," Isabel whispered theatrically as her hands cupped her sister’s breasts, "
but teasing Anna's nipples makes her horny as fuck."
“Is…a…
bel!” Anna growled, her blush deepening.
Isabel's hands shifted as she pinched the tips of Anna's breasts between the middle finger and thumb of each hand and began flicking her index fingers back and forth across her sibling's fabric covered nipples.
"
Isabel!!!" Anna's voice rose to a shriek as she thrashed, but there was nothing she could do to stop her sister’s maddening teases.
With no other options, Anna simply mastered herself through force of will. Muscles tense and jaw firmly set, she stopped struggling, closed her eyes, and went still. Her suffering was only belied by her glowing cheeks and the short, choppy sounds of her breathing.
"Now," Isabel announced, squeezing and pinching. "Tickle her feet."
Anna's eyes flew open wide as Khushi and Lisa leaned in with their feathers.
Laura suddenly realized she'd forgotten the timer. She tapped her phone and shouted, "
Go!"
Anna was so off balance from her sister's attentions that her resistance was next to nothing. As soon as the feathers touched her soles, what I can only describe as a laugh-moan escaped her clamped lips.
"
MmmnnnooooaaahahahaHAHA STOPSTOPSTOP!!!"
She was suffering in more ways than one, laughing one minute and growling in frustration the next. When she could gather enough wits to beg and plead with Isabel, her sister would only smile.
"One minute!" Laura announced.
Now Anna was laughing in earnest. Her foot ticklers switched to lotion, claws, and buzzies, spinning her into new levels of high pitched laughter. And Isabel began alternating underarm tickles with the nipple torture.
Poor Anna. She could have safeworded, but it appeared she'd decided to ride this out; the good girl showing up her punk rock sister. If she could take it long enough, she could even force Isabel into a karaoke performance.
"Two minutes!"
Through it all, it was clear the nipple play was taking its toll. In moments when Khushi and Lisa eased back their tickles, you could sometimes catch a bitten lip or the flash of an eye or hear a moan from Anna mixed in with the squeals and laughter. She was bearing up with some hidden toughness, though, that was beginning to worry her sister.
"Three minutes!"
Isabel was too tightly wedged in to move, so as the clock wore on she could only keep doing her worst to Anna's underarms, ribs, and nipples. She'd occasionally shout encouragement when her friends seemed to find an effective foot tickling trick, but otherwise Anna seemed to be taking the worst the girls could dish out.
"Four minutes!"
You could see a glint of victory now in Anna's eyes. It was beyond her to put a sentence together, but she was able to gasp, "
Getting close!" once the four minute mark passed as a taunt to her main tormentor.
Isabel knew time was running out, and her sister had endured far more than expected. As the final seconds ticked away – and the girls, Laura, and I began muttering in disbelief that Anna might actually make it – Isabel’s pinching fingers returned to the focus of her sister’s utmost suffering.
As Laura started her countdown from ten, Isabel
squeezed, and if this were already an R-rated film, Anna's vocal reaction would have pushed it to X.
But she held out! When Laura's countdown hit
zero it was like the end of a sports movie as the room erupted in cheers. Even Isabel was laughing and patting her exhausted sister on the back.
"I can't believe you made it!" she said.
Anna, red-faced and panting, could only smile in triumph and embarrassment. “There will be
so many people,” she finally gasped, “at the karaoke bar…”
To be continued…