In The Lair of the Evans Sisters (F/F, FF/M, F/FF, FF/M, FFFF/M)

[Sherbet Riley]

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In the Lair of the Evans Sisters

Adam was asleep in the backseat. He’d never had much luck getting anything done in a car. His mother was fond of telling the story about how she’d get him to settle down when he was a baby. Adam had been told he was a difficult child. According to his father he’d cry and wail all night. His parents would be lucky if they could even shut their eyes blink, much less rest. It was just a few weeks shy of his first birthday that Adam’s mother cracked the code. You see, whenever Adam took a ride in a car, he couldn’t help but fall fast asleep. Long drives were never all that long for him. Reliably, after about two hours in a moving car he’d elect to “rest his eyes.” The next thing he knew it he’d be jostled awake and asked to help with the bags.

Naturally this also meant he could never catch a wink on planes.

He’d lasted longer than usual this time as he was eager to make conversation with Jodi and Kris Evans, his hosts for the weekend. They’d been freshman year dorm mates, introduced at orientation. Twin sisters from Cincinnati, Jodi and Kris had been roommates that first year. It seemed a safe bet when compared with the prospect of living with an unknown rando. They were not identical twins, but there was no questioning their relation. They favored their mother, both blonde with hazel eyes and athletic builds. They went through mini cans of Dr. Pepper like they were water and never failed to catch “Jeopardy!” every weekday night. Jodi was the more overtly feminine of the two, with long, sleek blonde locks and an eye for fashion, while Kris had always been more of a tomboy with her self-cut bangs, favoring chunky boots and goodwill t-shirts.

Their room had been directly across the hall from Adam and thus they had developed a fast friendship. Adam made them laugh and introduced them to all kinds of strange and exciting films that he kept in a meticulously organized DVD binder. He also liked to cook, often taking over the dorm’s kitchen on Sunday evenings with one of his culinary experiments. The girls had arrived to college with their mother’s old car, and were thus deputized to ferry their dorm mates to the grocery and liquor stores. When Adam had learned that a rare film from a long dead Japanese filmmaker was available at the video store two towns over, it was the Evans sisters that gave him a lift. It was this trip in particular that had really sealed their bond.

An hour into their trip, the car had run a flat. The girls had never needed to change a tire before and were at a loss of what to to. They were about to call AAA when Adam volunteered to change it for them. Their parents had had the foresight to store a spare tire in the trunk, one they hadn’t known was there. But Adam knew where to look. He managed to change the tire in seemingly no time at all and before they knew it were back on the road. By that time they’d exhausted many of the obvious topics of conversation, and so their talk turned deep. They talked about their childhoods, their disappoints, their fears, their dreams. Even once they’d picked up the fabled DVD that Adam coveted, they did not hurry back. They had a leisurely lunch at a historic diner, took a short hike to a nearby waterfall, and even took a little dip.

For years to come, Adam kept a photo from this day in his wallet. His face squished between the smiling faces of the Evans sisters.

This day was special to Adam for another reason as well. You see, Adam had a remarkably potent foot fetish. It was not uncommon for him to watch a movie, take a fancy to a beautiful young actress, and rush to the internet to find photos of her feet. Often he’d do this while watching the movie. Often, Adam wished that the internet had such an archive for the feet he encountered in his day-to-day. He’d spent much of his first semester distracted. The weather was still warm and many of his female classmates wore strappy sandals and flip flops to class, often slipping their feet out of them in longer lectures. Adam frequently found himself mesmerized by the long toes being flexed under the desk beside him, by the high arches and pink soles. It wasn’t until the weather cooled and the sandals were exchanged for closed-toed shoes that his grades began to improve.

But it was the feet of the Evans sisters that Adam coveted most. Of course he had a crush on them, how could he not? They were funny and kind to him, and yes, very cute. If pressed, Adam would admit that he couldn’t choose between the two. He liked Jodi’s softness, her femininity, and her infectious, bubbly laugh. Adam was also partial to Kris’ aesthetic, her attitude, and her taste in music. In a perfect world, Adam would fuse the two twins into one perfect woman. Alas, he would have to settle for crushing on two beautiful young women.

In the dorms the girls favored comfort. They often elected to wear thick wool socks and flannel pajamas. Even when they did go barefoot in the dorm’s common areas, their feet were usually obscured by the baggy legs of their pajama bottoms or sweatpants. That day the three of them spent together had been the first time he’d gotten a good look at their feet.

After an hour or two at the waterfall, the girls had grown tired of doing cannonballs and skipping rocks. They’d decided to rest a moment and do their best to take in a little sun. They lay together on the bank, stretched out on their wrinkled towels with their eyes shut. Adam remembered it so vividly. Jodi was wearing a white and red polka dot bikini, the top of which strained to contain her large, perky breasts as they rose and fell with every relaxed breath. Kris was wearing black, her smaller breasts almost flat under the little triangles of damp fabric. But of course, it wasn’t their breasts that Adam was staring at.

His face half-submerged in the water, Adam inched closer and closer to the bank, the sound of his movements disguised by the steady churn of the waterfall. He couldn’t have asked for a better view of the girls’ soles. Their feet were facing him, the tips of their recently pedicured toes just visible from where he was positioned. Their soles were pinkened slightly, tenderized from the rocks and pebbles they’d been walking on for the better part of an hour. Each of their feet were perfect in their own way. Kris’ feet were long and slender with dexterous toes and a high arch, while Jodi’s were perfectly proportioned with a wider sole and plump little toes. Their feet were still wet from the water, affording Adam a picture perfect view of every wrinkle and detail that glistened in the afternoon sun, which he did his best to memorize. For days, months later, he’d even remember the little speck of gravel that cling to Jodi’s big toe, the half-blade of grass plastered to the bottom of Kris’ heel.

Submerged in the water, Adam’s erection was mercifully out of sight. His hands, unseen beneath the water, were free to rub and excite. He took in every detail, every angle he could. And yet, his curiosity had not yet been fully satisfied. Getting a good look at their feet was only half of the erotic equation he’d been working on in his head. Adam’s foot fetish was second only to his potent fixation on tickling, both tickling and being tickled.

When he and the Evans sisters were first getting close, he’d tried to suss out their ticklishness under the guise of illustrating various “pressure points” on their bodies. This had been a low-stakes way to gauge the ticklishness of girls in high school, but in college such touching had taken on new significance. He’d been successful in making the girls squirm on occasion, poking a spot near their armpit or on their knee, but when the girls tried to do it back to him, Adam had been alarmed by the size of his own reaction. While the sisters may have giggled or wriggled around, Adam was liable to jump and squeal when they tested the same “pressure points” on him. This amused the sisters to no end. While Adam was delighted by the physical contact from his twin crushes, it sometimes proved inconvenient, such as when both sisters ganged up on him after hours when they were drinking in their room. His erection had been so prominent, Adam had to pretend his foot had fallen asleep to delay his exit from their room to buy time for his boner to subside. As excited as he got from tickling the girls, Adam seemed to be even more excited when he was the one on the receiving end of their playful touches.

And so he fantasized endlessly about their feet, speculating on their sensitivity. Adam wondered if Jodi was more ticklish than Kris, or vice versa. He imagined how their feet might feel in his hands, against his face, along his cock. Sometimes it was Jodi in his fantasies, flexing her toes against his face and nose. Other times it was Kris, rubbing her foot up and down his cock, smiling at him mischievously. But sometimes, when he was alone with his thoughts in the dark, hand moving quickly beneath the comforter, he imagined the two of them with their lips beside each ear, whispering tickle teases to him while their hands roamed and played with him to force laughter from between his trembling lips.

Adam had always imagined himself the tickler, the one in control. But as time went on and he came to know the Evans sisters better, his fantasies began to shift. Nothing made him cum quicker than the thought of being tickled and teased by the twins, each with their own technique and tickler persona.

His only mistake, as it would turn out, was in believing that these fantasies of his were a secret.

While Jodi and Kris were unaware of the private sole show they’d given Adam on that fateful day their freshman year, they were not unaware of his fixation. The Evans sisters had always been keenly aware of the male gaze. Since they were children, their mothers — Lola and Mary — had warned them of the kind of attention they would attract as they aged into their bodies. Even before they blossomed into womanhood, they could always sense the eyes that followed their legs, their hips, their chests. At times this had proven convenient to them, and at others could feel like a curse. In high school they’d been unwillingly popular. Their twin status conferred a kind of magical, otherworldly aura to them. Even when the sisters were not on the best of terms, they were viewed as a team, a package deal. They were not oblivious to the fantasies that boys traded between themselves like baseball cards, the jealous rumors started by other girls. Jodi and Kris almost didn’t go to the same college, for fear or perpetuating this dynamic. But the financial aid had been generous, and it had been among both of their top choices.

There was something more honest about the attention they received in college. No longer did they have to suffer under the awkward pretenses of studying for a test or a vaguely worded birthday invitation. No, in college people were more direct. There was a sense that, even though some of their fellow freshman had yet to turn 18, that they were all adults here, away from home and “free” for the first time in their young lives. Yet, even here, they could feel the lascivious gazes of their classmates on their bodies from across the classroom.

But Adam was different. His eyes never strayed from theirs when they spoke to one another. He was respectful, considerate, and thoughtful. They weren’t stupid, Jodi and Kris knew that Adam had a crush on them, and they also knew that he was too shy to ever make a move on either of them. At night, the two of them in their beds, the Evans sisters would speculate which one of them might have the better chance with Adam. They both liked him, their mutual crush never escalated to a full on rivalry. That was part of what appealed to them about Adam, the certainty that he’d never “make it weird” if anything ever happened.

But while Adam was always respectful and kept his eyes and hands to himself, the girls knew about his foot fetish. They hadn’t figured it out by the time they spent that day together at the waterfall, but it didn’t take them long to realize where his interests laid.

While he slumbered in the backseat, Jodi and Kris did their best to keep from laughing. They were amazed they’d been able to keep their secret this long. They had always been able to sense when one’s eyes were watching their chest, their butt, their lips. With Adam, they always knew when his eyes wandered downward. There was no way that he was that interested in the floor. The sisters’ preference for socks in the dorm wasn’t just a matter of comfort, but of good gamesmanship. Jodi and Kris knew the power their feet held over the shy young man. There was an unspoken agreement between the sisters to not use their feet to gain favor with Adam, to “play fair” when it came to his affections. Naturally they couldn’t hide their feet from view forever, but any purposeful, overt show of their naked feet would have been seen as cheating. On the rare occasions that they did go barefoot, the girls were tickled by how tongue tied he’d get, how suddenly he became fascinated by the floor of their room.

Over the years it had become something of a private joke between the Evans sisters. They’d talk out scenarios where they could tease him rotten, speculating how long it would take to drive him completely nuts. They’d laugh, imagining how red his face would get, how flustered he would be just from seeing one of their bare feet peeking out from under a blanket. But the final piece of the puzzle, the thing that convinced them to finally enact such a scenario, came to them from a most unlikely source.

Jodi and Kris had been in the library, cramming for exams when they overheard Sydney Kremitz gossiping with her friend. Adam and Sydney had been hooking up for maybe a month at that point and their relationship was nearing its end, not that Jodi or Kris were threatened.

“So we’re in bed and we’re making out, fooling around, whatever. And he starts tickling me.”

“Tickling you?” her friend asked.

“Yeah, like, tweaking my ribs and grabbing my knees and stuff. And he’s, like, getting excited. So I ask him, like, ‘do you have a tickle thing?’ And he gets super red and goes, like, ‘No, you just have such a cute laugh,’ yadda yadda. But he’s done this before. I think he did it the first time we hooked up too. And, like, I don’t care if you do, just tell me. But he keeps saying, ‘No. No, I don’t.’ So I tickle him back and…I swear to god he went from zero to sixty.”

“You mean, like…?”

“Just rock hard. Like, he’s gotten turned on from tickling me in the past, like wrestling with me or whatever, but this was something else.”

Upon overhearing this, Jodi and Kris locked eyes. Suddenly all those “pressure point” demonstrations took on a new significance. It wasn’t long after this that they began to hatch a plan. Spring recess was coming up. It was not long enough to justify a big trip abroad and too long to spend it all at home. Jodi and Kris knew that their mothers would be away that week and their childhood home was only a three and a half hour drive from campus. As the weeks leading up to that spring recess ticked by, a plan began to form.

Adam had been pleasantly surprised when the Evans sisters had invited him up to their house for a weeklong getaway. They promised him a pool, a state of the art outdoor grill, and all the movies he could want (or, as it were, force them to watch with him). Of course he said yes.

And so when the time came, the three of them loaded their bags into the car and took off for the Evans’ house. Kris had been in charge of snacks and Jodi the aux cord. Adam was content to sit in the back and make conversation, until he eventually fell asleep around two hours into the trip. Kris and Jodi could hardly keep from laughing. They’d concocted a coordinated plan, step by step, to tease and fluster and overwhelm the poor boy. He was on their turf now, and intended to take full advantage of it.

Adam started awake when he hard Jodi slam the driver side door shut. He blinked his bleary eyes and saw Kris turned around in the passenger seat as they regained their focus.

“Wakey wakey,” Kris sing songed, “We’re here.”

Adam felt the gravel crunch under his feet as he stepped out of the car and looked around. It was early spring but already green had returned to the trees that surrounded the house. The place had an almost barn-like quality to it, like something he might see in a pre-war painting. The solar panels on the roof belied an adaptive modernity but did not detract from the home’s old-world beauty. Nevertheless, Adam couldn’t help but be reminded of the many similar houses he’d seen depicted in paintings that often hung on waiting room walls.

Its cherry reds and faded whites were currently washed out by the grey clouds that had gathered overhead. When they’d left, Stormwatch 7 was skeptical that the storm would make landfall. By the time they reached the house it seemed to be a certainty. It was by no means a dangerous storm, but the rainfall was likely to scuttle their plans to spend time out on the lake. Not that the Evans sisters seemed to mind.

It took them a little while to settle in. There were groceries to unpack and windows to open, bedrooms to claim. Adam was set up in the guest bedroom, spare and generic, while Kris and Jodi decamped to their childhood bedrooms to decompress from the drive. Or at least that’s what they told Adam. In truth they had snuck off to finalize their plans and get their feet “show ready.”

Jodi and Kris had gone out for pedicures the day before to iron out the details and make sure their feet were at soft and pretty as they could possibly be. Jodi opted for pink toenail polish and Kris black. Now ensconced in their own little corner of the house, they slipped off their socks and exchanged them for a fresh pair, but not before lathering up their feet with a fresh coat of lotion. They could hear Adam showering in the bathroom down the hall and could barely contain their excitement. They took photos of their feet, side by side and pressed together, to commemorate the moment. The pinks and blacks complimented each other well, evoking memories of bite-sized deserts and designer wear. Their feet were perfect, they just hoped Adam thought so too.

They did their best to not overplay their hand while the three of them figured out dinner and playfully debated what movie to put on. In the end, food was ordered to the house and a horror movie was selected. Not that the Evans sisters seemed to mind. After all, they wouldn’t be watching very much of the movie anyway.

Adam, for his part, was having a lovely time. After all the stress of school and travel it was a relief to be out in the countryside with no deadlines or expectations. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was spending the break with two beautiful young women. His friends had ribbed him about it before he left. What a lucky guy, they kept saying, alone in a house with the Evans sisters and oodles of free time. Some of his buddies really painted a picture for him, imagining what they might do if they were in a similar situation. But this was precisely why Adam was the one being invited along instead of them. He had no such grand designs. Though he’d lying if he said it never crossed his mind.

Nestled there on the couch between Jodi and Kris, Adam did feel lucky. The girls had changed into the pajamas. Jodi wore a baby blue matching set, with a button-down top and navy blue piping. Hand me downs from their father, maybe, Adam mused. Kris elected to wear the kind of comfortable sleeper wear she favored at school: a wrinkled T-shirt with a hole in the armpit and flannel pajama bottoms. Meanwhile Adam was wearing dark sweatpants and a brown henley shirt with the top 2 buttons undone. All three of them were wearing socks.

Of course Adam had hoped to be a better view of their feet on this trip, maybe even take some secretive pictures on his phone for a later date. Had he been mildly disappointed when he saw the Evans sisters emerge from their room in fresh pairs of socks after their shower? Sure. But he was in no rush. They had plenty of time.

The food arrived from a local diner the sisters swore by and the movie commenced. It was something from the 80s that the girls had never heard of but that Adam had been meaning to see for ages. He had a habit of talking over movies whenever they watched something together, always chiming in with a piece of trivia or anecdote about the making of the film. Jodi found it annoying at times but Kris never seemed to mind. About twenty minutes in, once everyone had more or less finished their food, the sisters glanced at each other and gave a little nod.

The time had come.

“I’m gonna stretch out a little bit,” Kris said, shifting her butt on the couch.

She rested her head against a pillow on the left end of the couch and pressed her socked feet against Adam’s leg. She almost broke and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling when she felt him physically jump a little at her touch. His leg felt warm against her soles and she flexed her socked toes for emphasis.

“You don’t mind, do you, Adam?” Kris asked, as innocently as she could.

“N-no. Not at all. It’s your house. Get comfortable…”

Adam’s heart was racing. This was the closest he’d ever come to touching either of their feet. Already he could feel the blood coursing beneath his sweatpants. The socks only made him more curious, spurring his imagination further. What color might their toes be? Did they look as sumptuous as he remembered? His eyes remained on the screen, determined to give nothing away, while his mind reeled with images of pink soles and bubble toes, of socks being turning inside out as they were removed.

It was only minutes later when Jodi decided to get in on the fun.

“I think I might stretch out too. That okay with you, Adam?” Jodi asked, all smiles.

“S-sure. The more the merrier.”

With that, Jodi extended her legs and gently placed her feet in Adam’s lap. She was wearing loose-fitting moccasins, the inside lined with fluffy whiteness. They were a little big on her feet, which meant the very base of her arch was peaking out from just above the lining. Jodi’s feet being nestled inside the soft white downey fluff within only made them look even softer and inviting.

Adam realized he was staring and forced his eyes back to the television. It took him a second to remember what movie they were watching. He did his best to focus on the screen and mentally deflate his growing erection but it was a losing battle. It seemed that whenever he managed to finally take his mind off of the Evans sisters’ feet something would happen to scramble his senses once again.

Kris and Jodi played him as a team, never letting him forget the presence of their feet. Adam was the only one even remotely attempting to follow along with the film at this point. The girls were busy watching his face and his eyes and his lap, delighting every little micro expression that betrayed his mounting arousal.

Whenever they could sense his attention lagging, the girls would easily reel him back in to their sensual trap. Jodi would flex her toes, causing her moccasins to pop off and air out her soft, bare heels. When she did so, Adam would catch a whiff of the coconut scented soap she’d lathered them in, the fruity notes of it intermingling with the industrial creams and moisturizers that kept her feet as soft and unblemished as the white fluff they were nestled in.

Kris, not to be outdone, kept burrowing her feet deeper and deeper under Adam’s legs, flexing and curling her toes, never letting him forget for even a moment of their presence. The movement of her feet under his legs would cause Adam to buck his hips ever so gently. Adam was slick enough to not make it obvious, or so he believed, but each time he adjusted himself, his cock would oh so pleasurably rub against the front of his trousers, giving him a little jolt. But after a few erotic shifts in position, Adam realized with mounting horror that unless he could somehow diminish his increasingly tumescent cock, it wouldn’t be long before Jodi could feel it pressing against her legs.

And so he tried to focus on something else, anything else. There would be time for pleasure later once the Evans sisters were asleep. For now he needed to play things cool. And so Adam did his best to focus on the movie but he’d already lost the plot completely. He didn’t know any of the characters’ names or why they were in such a damn hurry. Thus, unable to occupy his mind with the film on TV, Adam tried to imagine other, less erotic things. Slowly but surely, he felt the blood flow slowly begin to abate. He could do this, he thought.

“Ugh, my feet are getting too hot and sweaty,” Kris groaned. “Adam, do you mind…?”

“Oh, not, uh…not at all…”

Adam raised his butt off of Kris’ trapped feet, doing his best to ignore the ripples of pleasure that came from the prolonged pressing of his hard cock against the front of his pants. His eyes widened when he realized that Kris was now peeling the socks off her feet. She didn’t strip them quickly and toss them aside. No, she removed them deliberately, taking her time as she rolled the elastic lip past her heel and flexed her toes once more as the sock slowly rolled up her arch to reveal her sole. Perhaps it was Adam’s eager imagination, but it felt like she took and extra long time to finally pull the sock past her toes. Upon being freed, Kris held her foot aloft a moment, flexing and wiggling her toes in the open air.

Adam had never been this close to one of the Evans sisters’ bare feet before. He was so close to Kris’ bared sole that he could still see little carpet fibers and sock lint clinging to her toes. He watched breathlessly as she repeated this little striptease with her other foot, making sure that Adam had the best seat in the house. Jodi glared at Kris from across the couch. This was tantamount to cheating in their little game. Not to be outdone, Jodi began flexing her toes and popping her heels out of her warm moccasins.

“Yeah, it got real warm in here all of a sudden.” Jodi agreed, before pitching her voice into an infantile, helpless whine. “Adam…I can’t sit up. Would you mind taking off my slippies for me? Pleeeeease?”

Adam didn’t bother asking any questions. It had taken nearly all his remaining willpower to tear his eyes away from Kris’ freshly bared soles. He must be dreaming, he reasoned. If so, he had no intention of waking up any time soon. He gently grasped the heel of Jodi’s moccasin and slowly pulled it off. Adam watched intently as the white downy fluff inside the slipper moved along with her foot as it was gracefully pulled out. By the time her foot slipped free, Adam was convinced that he must indeed be dreaming. Jodi let her bare foot gently rest on his thigh, mere inches from his hardening cock, as she playfully held her still-slippered foot aloft before his dazed face.

“And the other one, please.”

Adam was on auto-pilot. Without even thinking he took hold of the remaining slipper and gently helped Jodi free her foot from its comfortable prison. Both feet now bared, she set them down in his lap again, making sure to flex and wiggle her newly freed toes. Adam looked at her for a moment, as if to confirm this was really happening. Whatever progress he had made in taming his erection was instantly undone. Jodi simply smiled at him in response, as innocent as can be.

Kris, sensing her sister’s mounting gamesmanship, decided to respond in kind.

“I think my foot fell asleep…”

Kris raised her foot, awkwardly bending her leg until she was looking at her own naked sole. She gently tickled her own foot, making sure to look Adam in the eye as she did it. Adam watched with rapt attention as her fingertips made little white lines along her pink sole as she dragged them up and down the bottom of her foot.

“See?” She asked. “Here, you try…”

With that, Kris placed her “asleep” foot in Adam’s lap. He now had three of the Evans Sisters’ bare feet resting right there within his grasp. Muscle memory over many dark nights alone in bed had trained him to slide his hand under his pants and get to work at the mere thought of such a scenario. As it was, Adam felt paralyzed. If he was dreaming he didn’t want to risk waking himself up, and if it was real he didn’t want to fuck it all up.

Unsure of what else to do, Adam figured it was safest to just do as the lady said. Slowly his hands, moving as if of their own accord, reached toward Kris’ foot. His fingers wrapped around her still warm sole and Adam heard himself softly gasp. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. When he’d been fortunate enough in the past to touch a beautiful woman’s foot he’d been quick to notice the imperfections. A cracked heel, a calloused big toe, peeling nail polish. But Kris’ foot had no imperfections. Beneath his fingertips her foot was pillow soft, the wrinkles of her sole smoothing out under his touch into taut silk. It was as if she’d never trod upon the ground. The shiny, black polish on her toes stood in stark contrast to her soft creamy skin.

He held her foot still in his left hand, while softly trailing his fingertips down her sole with his right, utterly lost in his own world.Her skin was butter soft and it took all of Adam’s willpower not to buck his hips once more. Adam tickled her sole, perhaps a bit to eagerly and with no mind for technique. He remembered the puppy that his mother had adopted when he was little, a shelter dog. Years after finding his forever home, the puppy still ate feverishly, as though he were still in the shelter fighting off other dogs that wanted to eat from his bowl. Similarly, Adam was worried that it might all be yanked away from him any second now.

“See? Totally asleep,” Kris smiled. “If it weren’t I’d be begging you to stop. I’m super ticklish. Jodi can tell you. I used to scream my head off it someone touched my feet.”

“Used to?” Jodi responded, amused. “Let Adam try again in a few minutes and give him a front row seat.”

“Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Kris teased.

“Not as much as Adam here. Isn’t that right, Adam?”

At the mention of his name Adam immediately snapped back to reality. Clearly this was not a dream. Here he was with the feet of two beautiful women in his lap — two of his beautiful friends — who knew about his foot fetish. This he had not counted on. For as long as he could remember he’d kept his fetish a secret. Yes, he’d asked to kiss and rub the feet of a few sexual partners at school, but it was never something he’d explicitly discussed with anyone other than his campus therapist. That would mean that he had either been more obvious in his desires than he’d ever known or past partners had talked about it and his secret was out. The latter being far more likely, Adam was suddenly embarrassed and withdrew his hands from Kris’ foot.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…I should’ve…”

“You didn’t answer our question…” Jodi said, now rubbing both of her feet up and down Adam’s thigh, her pink toes getting dangerously close to the tent that was now obviously pitched between his legs. “Do you like this…?”

“I…I don’t…”

“You don’t?” Jodi asked, playing up her mock surprise. “You don’t like my pink little piggies right here? But they’re so soft and cute. Here…”

Jodi raised her left foot and began tracing the outline of his ear with her big toe. She smiled as she felt Adam shudder and melt under this new touch. Her right foot stayed right where it was, rubbing up and down, up and down…

“Oh my god…” Adam breathed, his right hand wandering to his face to take hold of Jodi’s foot as if moved from his sensitive, red ears to his cheek. Even against his cheek, Adam could feel their softness. The smell of coconut once again wafted into his nostrils and turned his cheeks a deeper shade of red.

“You like our feet, don’t you Adam?” Kris cooed, raising her own foot to the other side of his blissed out face. “C’mon. Use your big boy words…”

“Yes…oh god, yes…” he signed, each hand caressing a foot on either side of his face. The sisters were playing with him, their toes pinching his earlobes or drawing tantalizingly close to his open mouth before pulling away again to press against his cheek and jaw. Their other feet remained in his lap. No longer content to rest upon his thighs, they now openly brushed their pale toes against his quaking manhood and drew teasing circles along the creases of his thighs.

“Yes what?” Jodi asked again, a little more forcefully this time.

“Yes, I love your feet. I love your feet. I love your feet…” he chanted, mantra-like, as he felt their soft feet caressing his face and cock. Jodi’s feet smelled of soap and creams while Kris’, whose feet had indeed gotten a little sweaty wedged under his legs, smelled faintly of corn chips and laundry detergent.

“What else do you love, Adam?” Kris teased, her toes pinching his nose playfully.

“W-what do you mean?” To Adam he may as well have been hearing their voices echoing through a canyon from miles away. His world had shrunk considerably in the last few minutes. He was lost in their soles and had grown bold enough to start giving their feet little kisses as they passed in front of his mouth. But the Evans sisters had no intention of making it easy for him. They kept their feet moving, in circles on his legs or running along his cheek, his forehead, his jaw.

“I meeeeeeean…what else do you like?”

“We saw how your eyes lit up when Kris tickled her foot,” Jodi husked as she slid her foot across Adam’s lap into her sister’s territory on the other side of the couch.

“Yeah, big as saucers…” Jodi nodded while doing the same.

What a sight they were. The Evans sisters with one leg criss-crossed over Adam’s ever expanding lap with the other teasing his increasingly flushed face with their bare feet.

“I wonder how big they would get if I…”

Jodi didn’t even need to finish the sentence. Even if she had, her words would likely have been drowned out by the high-pitched giggles that burbled from Kris’ throat as she gently began tickling her sole.

“Eheheheheheheheheheheheeeee!” Kris giggled. Her laugh was soft and musical, like a light rain falling on glass panes.

Adam’s eyes had been closed for a little while now, lost in the bliss of their soles as they roamed his body. But at the sound of Kris’ ticklish giggles, his eyes shot open.

“Lohohohohohohohook prehehehehetty bihihihihig tohohohoho meeeehehehehehe!” Kris giggled, now dancing her own fingers over Jodi’s vulnerable foot.

Jodi’s laughter came in bursts, as if she were choking on it.

“Eeeph…hehehehehe…ehehehe…you-hohohohou’re ta-hahahahalking about h-h-hihihihs eyes ri-hihihihihight?”

“Mmmmmhhmhmhmhmhhmhmhmhmmmmm…shuhuhuhuhuhuhre…”

Both of them pulled their feet away from Adam’s face now and pressed them against his cock. Adam audibly moaned with pleasure, his head falling back as his hands went to fondle the feet that were slowly but surely brining him to the brink of orgasmic bliss.

“Seheheheheheems hehehehehe reheheheally lihihihihikes tihihihickle tihihihime!” Kris giggled, as much at her own ticklishness as Adam’s pleasurable reaction to their teasing.

“Ye-heah. Ihihihi-it whohould behehe a shame to-to leheheheave hi-him ohohohout then. Wohohohouln’t it?” Jodi mused, giving a small nod to her giggling sister.


Had Adam not been lost in his erotic reverie he may have noticed the signal that Jodi had given her sister. As it was, he didn’t see a thing, and was woefully unprepared for what came next. The sisters suddenly retracted their feet — from each other and from Adam’s lap — and sat up on either side of the dazed young man. At the abrupt end of their pleasurable double teaming effort, Adam tentatively opened his eyes. At first he was afraid that maybe he had been dreaming this whole time, that when his vision finally came back into focus he’d be lying in his own bed with a damp spot on the inside of his underwear.

Fortunately — or unfortunately — for Adam, this was no dream.

Before Adam could fully come back to reality, he found himself beset on both sides by a flurry of ticklish fingers and infantile teases. Kris’ fingers teased his neck and crept beneath his armpits, while Jodi squeezed just above his knees and poked at his belly.

Perhaps it was the erotic build up of it all, the prolonged tension that needed to be released. Whatever it was, it exploded out of Adam’s mouth.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Yohohohohohohohohou guhuhuhuhuhuhuhys! Stahahahahahahahahahap ihihihihihihihit!”

Adam couldn’t believe how quickly he folded under their touch. His body, which just moments ago had been in a state of blissful repose, suddenly began to tense and curl in on itself as he succumbed to the Evans Sister’s tickle attack. He didn’t think he was still this ticklish. The last time he had felt this helpless, this out of control, was when he babysitter had tickled him when he was still in velcro shoes. Perhaps it was her that planted this seed in him. But Adam couldn’t muse on such things now, his mind was being hijacked by ticklish signals.

“Gehehehehehehehehehehet ohohohohohoffffff’a meeeeeeeehehehehehehehehe!”

“Awww, did you hear that Krissy? Our happy little lad wants to get off!” Jodi smiled, relishing Adam’s reaction to their playful yet efficient tickle attack. She circled his bellybutton with one hand while her other “broke eggs” over his kneecaps — forming a claw-like shape that expanded over his trembling knee with devastating results.

“Does he? Huh? Does widdle Adam want to make spurt spurts for Jodi and Kris?” Kris sing-songed, fluttering her fingers over Adam’s reddening neck. Whenever he tried to bend his head to trap them in place, Kris simply darted them into his ears or to the base of his scalp, causing his head to roll around and around like a kid’s toy. Meanwhile her other hand kept burrowing deeper and deeper into his clamped down armpit, making slow but steady progress.

“Think it’d be the first time?”

“Maybe with an audience!”

“Sheheheheheheheheheheheheriouslyyyyyeeeeeehehehehehehe! Ihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahahan’t tahahahahahahake ihihihihihihihit!” Adam cackled, rocking back and forth between his beautiful tormentors. No matter how he managed to comfort himself, he could find no escape from their all out tickle assault.

“Are you suuuuuuure?” Kris cooed, all sweetness and light, “because it looks like you’re having a real fun time.”

Indeed Adam was even harder now than he was before. He could feel the precum soaking the front of his boxers, his boner bobbing up and down with every ticklish flailing.

“Plehehehehehehehehehehehehease! Ihihihihihihihihi’m behehehehehegging yohohohohohohohohohouuuuuuu!” Adam shrieked, ducking his head again in an attempt to catch Kris’ fingers, his knee jumping once more as Jodi gave it another affectionate squeeze. No matter what he did, how desperately he flailed about, he was unable to stop their maddening fingers from finding all of his most tender spots.

The girls scooted closer on either side, sandwiching him between their ever warmer bodies, their lips now inches from his ear.

“Then beg us,” Jodi whispered, her breath alone tickling his ever redder ears.

“P-puhleheheheease! Please plehehehehease plehehehehehehehase pleeeeeeeeeehehehehehehehehehease!”

“I don’t think he means it, do you?” Kris asked Jodi, her teeth showing as she smiled.

“I don’t think so either, Krissy. I think our happy little man liiiiiikes being tickled?” Jodi cooed, giving Adam’s hot ear a little kiss. “Is that right, baby? Are you enjoying your happy little tickle time with us?”

Adam didn’t even need to think about it. He found himself nodding his head, unbidden, in near perfect harmony with his bucking hips. Though he did not mean to say it, the words flowed effortlessly from his open throat, as if summoned from the deepest chambers of his soul.

“Yehehehehehehehehes! Iihihihihihihi doooooohohohohohooooooo! Ihihihihihihihi lohohohohohove ihihihihihihit! Eeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!”

Their plan was almost going too well. Never in her wildest dreams did either of them think it would be this easy to break Adam down. They’d never seen him as a “tough guy” per se, but they’d assumed he might have put up more of a fight. Not that they minded, the Evans sisters hadn’t had this much fun in years.

All they had to do not was go in for the kill.

“You’ve dreamed about this, haven’t you?”

“Is this what Adam thinks about at night? Huh? Touching yourself…”

“Up and down…up and down…”

“Melting into a a giggly little puddle between the big bad ticklers?”

“I bet you wish you could pump…pump…pump…Is that what you want, Adam?”

“Whose feet do you like better? Hmm? And there IS a right answer.”

“Do you want us to tickle it out of you?”

“You know we will. Don’t make it too easy for us though.”

“We have allllllllll weekend to draw it out of you.”

“It hasn’t even been 20 minutes…”

“Poor baby…”

“Tell us…”

“Tell us…”

“Tell us allllll the dirty, perverted little fantasies running though that head of yours…”

Adam’s mind was scrambled. Kris and Jodi’s voices became one, echoing throughout the deepest recesses of his mind — a siren song of desire that stiffened the length of him and made his neck burn hot. Was Kris sitting to his right, or his left? Where those Jodi’s fingers creeping up his shirt? Time and space collapsed in on themselves. There were only their voices, their fingers, and his ceaseless, bountiful laughter. His tongue wagged, his lips moved, forming words even Adam could not decipher. He just found himself nodding stupidly, going along with whatever the sisters said. It seemed as though the only word that remained in his one expansive vocabulary, was “yes.”

Yes, he loved their feet. Yes, he was a ticklish little boy. Yes, he wanted this. Yes, he’d tell them everything and anything to make them stop, then tell them even more when they started on him again. It was the remaining shreds of dignity that Adam held on to that kept him from stuffing his hand down his pants. It was a shortcut to bliss, but one he could take later once Kris and Jodi had gone to bed. For now, he was theirs. Forever, he was theirs.

He must have said something right, or perhaps Kris and Jodi were worried he might choke. Whatever the reason, Adam suddenly felt their hands pull away from him as he sucked fresh air into his burning lungs.

Adam lay there between them a moment, fully expecting to wake up in his bed any second now. But he didn’t. He was still there, his chest rising and falling as he felt their hands start rubbing his shoulders and thighs. Adam didn’t have to do anything, the Evans sisters were fully in control.

Goosebumps prickled up his arms and legs as Kris leaned in and softly kissed the side of his neck. It was only once Jodi joined in on the other side that Adam felt them ripple down his back and along the underside of his thighs. Adam’s head fell back and his eyes shut, his body vibrating with pleasure as he felt the soft pecks from the Evans sisters pillow-soft lips kissing up and down his sensitive neck. Even this sensual touch tickled slightly, but the giggles transmuted to moans in his throat before slipping through his barely parted lips.

“How does this feel?” Jodi asked between kisses.

“Good…” Adam sighed, the words sliding effortlessly from between his lips.

“Does it feel like…” Kris started before pausing, assumedly for dramatic effect. “…more?”

Adam didn’t even need to say anything. His cock twitched so obviously the girls could only laugh.

“I think it does…” Jodi answered, her eyebrows arching.

Kris and Jodi were giggling now, as much in relief as in flattery. Adam was simply relieved. He’d always assumed that his desires were “strange” or otherwise worth hiding from anyone and everyone. And yet here he was between two beautiful women, being not just indulged but seemingly understood. He wanted to tell Jodi and Kris just how hot this was, how much it all meant to him, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“That was…that was nice…” Adam said.

“That’s nothing,” Kris giggled.

“It’s not nothing,” Adam responded, the most assertive he’d been in hours.

“You have no idea,” Jodi teased as she got off the couch and scurried upstairs.

“Where’s she going?” Adam asked Kris, who had resumed her soft neck kisses.

“Mmm, wouldn’t you like to know,” Kris oozed between kisses. “Maybe we should follow her.”

With that she withdrew from Adam’s neck and followed her sister up the stairs. Adam practically launched off the couch, racing up the stairs to see what awaited him. He wasn’t even trying to hide his erection anymore, his tent more pronounced than ever by the time he reached the landing.

Adam followed Kris and Jodi’s voices down the hall to the master bedroom. It was the largest bedroom in the house and the only one with a closet. While the other bedrooms were furnished with cheap IKEA furniture and bland, waiting-room friendly art, this one had some personality to it. The floor was covered with clean, cream colored carpeting, the walls decorated with vintage posters. The bed was a California king with high thread count sheets, adorned with hard little throw pillows depicting sunflowers and orchids.

Adam’s eyes widened when he saw that the girls had already fastened restraints to the four corners of the bed — soft and fluffy bathrobe belts for his wrists and stretchy, lightly used nylons for his ankles. The sisters didn’t need to encourage him, Adam quickly stripped down to nothing but his boxers and socks, nearly leaping onto the bed. The colorful, quilted comforter felt cool and starchy against his back as Adam stretched out his arms and legs, all the while attempting to keep his breathing under control. With surprising quickness and skill, Jodi and Kris wasted no time securing Adam to the bed. While tying his wrist, Kris gave Adam a reassuring smile, one that assured him that she was enjoying this just as much as he was. After all, they were all friends here.

The rain was lashing hard against the windows now, the winds had picked up since they’d engaged each other on the couch downstairs. Though there were still a few hours of daylight left to burn, one would be forgiven for thinking it was nearly dusk just from looking out the window.

Jodi and Kris stepped back to admire their handiwork, unable to stop themselves from smiling. Adam gave his restraints an experimental tug. He was unable to bring his arms down beyond a slight bend in his elbows and couldn’t pull his feet away more than a few inches from the end of the bed, limited at a similar bend of his knee. He grinned at the Evans sisters and patiently awaited his fate.

He didn’t have to wait long. Kris knelt down by his feet, her knees pressing softly into the carpet, while Jodi leapt onto the bed, sitting between Adam’s outstretched arms with her legs extended over them so as to better pin them to the mattress.

“Are you ready?” Jodi asked, her fingers already curling into tickle claws.

“As ready as I’ll ever be-eeeehehehehehehe!”

Kris, ever the impatient one, was already lightly running her fingers down Adam’s socked foot. It was an athletic sock, white and thick, but it did little to protect the sensitive foot contained within. It was a playful touch, light and experimental, but even this soft tickle was enough to get Adam giggling childishly.

“Nohohohohohohohohooooo fahahahahahahir!” Adam giggled, already shaking his head in a lame attempt to block out the sensation. His laughter spiked even further once he felt Jodi’s hands start in on his armpits. She wasn’t digging in, just lights scurrying her fingers around his hollows.

Adam instinctively tried to pull his arms down but his restraints held him fast. It was at this moment that a little bit of dread began to seep into his chest. He was truly helpless now, all Adam could do was sit there and take it.

What could be better?

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-shit!” Adam giggled, squirming as best he could upon to bed to lessen the sensations at his feet and his pits.

“Nuh uh uhhhhh! Where do you think you’re going little man?” Kris teased as she walked her fingers up and down his trembling feet.

“Eeeeheheheheheheheeeeeeee! Nooooowhehehehehehehehere!”

“That’s riiiight, baby boy,” Jodi cooed. Her fingers were moving faster now, lingering just a little too long in all of his most sensitive spots spots, keeping her giggling toy on edge. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re allllllll ours.”

“Neeeheeee! Neheheheheeeeee!” Adam was twisting his arms this way and that, doing his best not to kick Kris in the face. His struggles were futile, of course. While his heart wanted this more than anything, the rest of his body had yet to receive the memo.

His heart nearly skipped a beat when he felt Kris rolling his socks up to reveal his bare heels. Adam wished he’d had a little advance notice so he could’ve gotten a pedicure or otherwise make his feet more presentable. Despite his attentiveness to the feet of others’, he worried that perhaps he had neglected his own. He needed’t have worried.

“Such soft little feet for a boy! So soft and preeeetty…” Kris teased as she gently rubbed his heels. Adam blushed at the compliment and felt the muscles in his legs relax a little at her gentle touch. He wasn’t able to enjoy it for long, however, as seconds later Kris’ fingers were replaced by the soft kiss of a fluffy purple feather, one that Kris must have hidden away in anticipation of this exact moment. The touch of the feather against his heels was maddening, somewhere between an itch and a tingle. “So soft and ticklish and susceptible to coochie coos!”

“Oohohohohohohohohohohooooooo hohohohohohohohoooo! Naaaahahahahahahat thehehehehehehehehehe feahahahahahahatherssssssssseeeeehehehehehehehehehee!”

“This is Missus Giggleplum! Can you say ‘Hello Missus Giggleplum?’”

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehelllllooooohohohohohohoooooooooo Mihihihihihihihihihihihihihihissssssuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhussssss Gi-HI-hihihihihihihihi -“

His salutation was interrupted by Jodi’s fingers jolting his pits. She brought her index and middle fingers together and began vibrating them against his hollows, almost as if she were operating the world’s smiliest defibrillator. Adam’s laughter spiked.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“What was that? Sorry I don’t speak ticklish. You’ll have to enunciate. Now, what were you saying?” Jodi teased, knowing exactly what she was doing.

“Ihihihihihihihihihihi wahahahahahahahahahahahahahasss sahahahahahahahahayyying hehehehehehehehehehehehehehellllooooooooohohohohohohohohohohohohooooooooo tooooohohohohohohohooooooooo Mihihihihihihihihihihihissssssshuhuhuhuhuhuhusss Gihihihihihihihihihihihihigggggglepluhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhum!”

Adam’s erection was fully tenting his pants now, a little dark pinprick of precum had appeared at the tip. He’d never been so aroused, so helpless, so…happy.

“Nohohohohohohohohohohohohooooooo! I tahahahahahahahahahahahake ihihihihihihit bahahahahahahack! Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihi wahahahahahahahant ohohohohohohohout!”

“Out? Ouuuut? But we just started tickle boy!” Kris smiled, dusting his heels even faster.

“Yeah tickle boy! This is what you wanted! Poor baby can’t take his coochies!” Jodi sneered.

“Ihihihihihihihihihihihihi chahahahahahahahanged mihihihihihiyyyyy mihihihihihihihind!” Adam cackled as he thrashed and jumped about. He couldn’t lift his butt off the bed more than an inch or two. All he could do was bounce and twist around, much to the delight of his beautiful tormentors.

“Then we just need to tickle that mind away don’t we?” Jodi giggled, rubbing his armpits with open palms, rubbing and applying just the right amount of pressure to keep Adam a giggling mess while leaving him with enough air to speak.

“Eeeeeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeeee”

“Have you ever been tickled out of your mind, Adam?” Kris asked as she rolled his socks up even further, revealing his arches and most of his soles.

“Do you want to be?” Jodi followed up.

“Tell us.”

“Tell us you love it.”

“Tell us the truth.”

“Tell us.”

“Tell…”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!”

“C’mon baby boy, spill.” Jodi teased, bringing her fingers into the mix in concert with her feather. Her fingers raked down one trembling sole while the other was fluffed and teased gently, hot and cold.

“Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihiiiiiii doooohohohohohohooooo! I do! I doooooooohohohohooooooo!”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific tickle boy,” Jodi whispered in his ear, eliciting goosebumps from the red faced ticklee.

“What do you love?” Kris pressed, giving his sole a playful little lick that sent shockwaves up his legs.

“Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi lohohohohohohohohohohohohohove beheheheheheheheing tihihihihihihihihihihickled! Ihihihhihihihihihihihihihihihi lohohohohohohohohove ihihihihihihihihihihihihihit!”

“How much do you love it?”

“Mohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohore thahahahahahahahahahahan ahahahahahahahahahahanythihihihihihihing! Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Pleheheheheheheheheheheheehese stahahahahahahahahahap! Ihihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahan’t brehehehehehehehehathe! Hahahahahahahahahaha!”

For a moment, Jodi’s hands pulled away from his armpits. As the more aggressive tickler of the two so far, the retreat of her dexterous fingers allowed him to suck in some much needed air before devolving into giggles again under the care of Missus Giggleplum at his feet. Adam could feel Jodi repositioning herself above him.

What happened next would be replayed over and over again in Adam’s head for years to come. Working in perfect synchronization, Jodi placed her bare feet on either side of Adam’s reddening face at the same moment that Kris pulled the socks completely off his feet. The cool air on his newly bared soles made Adam feel even smaller and more helpless, he knew what was coming next, but the feeling of Jodi’s soft, bare feet against his face short circuited his brain. They were even softer than they looked, the toes just a little bit cold against his hot cheeks.

“Awww, look at the happy widdle cutie pie! We should’ve done this years ago!” Jodi smiled down at him, squishing his face affectionately between her soles.

“Better late than never,” Kris agreed.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jodi asked, affectionately tweaking Adam’s nose.

“Yesh…” Adam said, his words slurring from between his squished cheeks.

“Well be careful what you wish for…” Kris said, readying her hands.

“Because you just might get it…” Jodi finished.

In a flash the Evans sisters renewed their ticklish assault on their helpless victim. Jodi’s fingers darted for Adam’s ribs. Her fingers were splayed out on either side, pressing and wiggling between each and every sensitive spot. Not to be outdone, Kris targeted Adam’s toes. She began scratching at his sensitive stems with her short yet effective fingernails.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHIT! Shit shit shit shit shit shihihihihihihihihihttttttt! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAAAAAT!”

Perhaps he was caught off guard by such ferocity after an otherwise tender moment. Maybe it was the freedom that sometimes came from saying aloud what had up until that day, been unspeakable. Maybe it just tickled. Whatever it was, the dam finally burst. The laughter flowed out of him unimpeded by embarrassment or shame. Even if he weren’t being tickled, Adam would be grinning from ear to ear.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Awwwww, such a happy widdle tickle boy with such happy widdle feet!” Kris cheered as she leaned in to nibble on Adam’s plush heels, resulting in a fresh spike of laughter from her cackling victim.

“OHOHOHOHO SHIHIHIHIHIT! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Jodi, meanwhile, kept vibrating her fingers against Adam’s heaving ribs. She kept things light, playful, occasionally pulling her hands away before coming back for more, calling “Clear!” in-between “shocks” with her ticklish defibrillator.

Adam was laughing so loud that none of them, not even the Evans sisters — who growing up had trained their ears to the sound of the front door opening — heard their mothers return home.

“And just WHAT is going on in here?” A firm, feminine voice shouted from the doorway.

Standing there, drenched from the rain, were Robin and CJ. This was their bedroom. They’d always wanted children, but it wasn’t until they were nearing middle age that the country finally caught up with them. As a result they were often mistaken for Kris and Jodi’s aunties — or worse, grandmothers — at birthdays and school events growing up.

Robin still dyed her hair a convincing shade of red while CJ had elected to go gray naturally, but still had some pepper among the salt. Beneath her soaked yellow slicker, Robin wore a thick white wool sweater and a pair of dark jeans. CJ sported an old English fog coat topped with a navy bucket hat, darkened by the rain.

The kids were understandably surprised. Jodi practically fell off the bed while Kris scrambled to her feet. It was amazing how easily they regressed into teenagers again, getting busted for making too much noise. Adam, for his part, wanted to disappear. If this wasn’t his worst nightmare, it was pretty high up there. If he really had been dreaming the whole time, now would be a really good time to wake up.

“M-mom! You’re home…” Kris deadpanned, too shellshocked to do anything more than state the obvious.

“Road’s closed down. They don’t want anyone traveling in this storm. Who is this?” Robin had said it so casually, as if remarking on a passing bus advertisement. She didn’t seem at all alarmed by the trussed up boy in her bed.

CJ, for her part, was calmly taking off her coat. Only Adam seemed to notice, however, that she had removed the belt from the coat’s loops and was now wrapping it around her hand.


“Is this him?” CJ asked. “Is this the boyfriend?”

“Yes!” Jodi and Kris chirped in unison. Upon realizing what they’d done, the duo quickly backpedaled. “I mean…no.”

“I see…” Robin chuckled as she stepped toward the bed. She looked down at Adam, whose erection had now subsided for the first time in nearly an hour. He looked up at her nervously and did his best to look charming. “Adam, right?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

“Ma’am?” Robin repeated, amused. “You didn’t tell me he was such a polite young man, girls.”

“Oh, sorry, we can —“ Kris stepped forward to untie Adam, as if she had only just realized the scene her mothers had walked into.

Robin just held up her hand, stopping Kris in her tracks. She rested her other hands on one of the nylon stockings that held Adam’s ankles tight.

“I have to admit, you girls can tie a good knot. Strong. Enough to keep Adam in place anyway.”

“We can move,” Jodi chimed in, “we can take this to one of our rooms if you guys need to —“

“No, no…” CJ insisted, as if declining to let a guest help with the dishes. “That won’t be necessary.”

“In fact, we think this is the perfect time to offer you girls some instruction.”

“What do you mean?” Kris asked.

Adam looked to Kris, then to Jodi, seeking an explanation in their eyes. He found none. He’d never heard Jodi or Kris talk much about their mothers, at least not in specifics. They’d tell the story about the time their moms surprised them with a trip to Disneyland or the time they all had to squeeze in one bed when stopping by a sold out hotel on a roadtrip. But much to Adam’s horror, and quiet delight, he suddenly realized where the girls got their teasing streak from.

“She means that we need to teach you girls a lesson. We raised you better than this. Sit.” CJ calmly stated as she gestured to a set of high backed chairs.

“But we didn’t -“

“Sit.” CJ said firmly, her years of puppy obedience training seeping into her voice.

Jodi and Kris glanced at Adam apologetically, embarrassed, before taking their seats facing the bed. CJ silently walked behind the girls, fastening Jodi to the chair with the belt from her coat, and Kris to hers with a semi-damp scarf. While she busied herself with tying up their squirming daughters, Robin sat on the bed beside Adam. Where Kris and Jodi were petite and athletic, Robin was a mature woman with some heft to her. She’d have no problem pinning Adam down even if he weren’t tied up. She absently ran her hand over his trembling stomach, looking directly into his eyes as he tried to stifle the giggles that were already gathering in his throat.

“Please…” was all Adam could muster. His embarrassment had been overridden by his insatiable libido. He had, after all, been fully erect for nearly a full hour now. The tension had yet to be released. As as he lay there under the steady, experienced hand of this mature woman, he felt himself stirring once more.

“How we lookin’ hon?” Robin asked, never once taking her eyes off the ticklish boy on her bed.

“Should be good. Let’s see…” CJ mumbled as she finished tying Kris’ hands to the arms of the chair with her scarf. She stood in front of Kris and gave her a reassuring smile before extending her index fingers and poking them into her hairless hollows.

Kris didn’t even bother attempting to hold it in. The minute her mother’s fingertips touched her armpits Kris began bouncing up and down in her seat, doing her best to wriggle away from her mothers probing digits. The arms of the chair were far enough apart to prevent her from closing off her armpits completely, while the scarf that bound her wrists was tied at both ends, resulting in a rope of fabric being pulled taut between them.

Adam couldn’t help but smile, it looked like Kris was riding a stationary rollercoaster. But of course, she wasn’t screaming on this ride.

She was laughing.

“Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! Moooooooohohohohohohohohommmmmmmmmmmm! Stahahahahahahahahahap! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!”

Robin nodded approvingly as she watched Adam’s eyes widen at the sight of CJ drawing the giggles from her daughter. Already his tent was starting to rise.

“And the troublemaker?”

“What? Why am I the tr-ohohohohohohohohohohohohoublemahahahahahaker! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

Now CJ was grabbing at her daughter’s stomach, poking and wiggling her fingers just below Jodi’s ribs.

“I wonder who’s more ticklish…” CJ mused, clearly enjoying her daughter’s ticklish laughter. “You girls…or your boy toy here?”

“Hihihihihihihihihihimmmmm!” Jodi squealed as CJ grabbed her knees.

“You sure about that?” Robin asked. “Because with your technique, I doubt you’d learn all that much. See, you spent so much energy tickling him, you have nothing left in the tank. Sometimes you have to go…slow…”

At that, Robin began drawing her claw-like hands around Adam’s stomach, patiently winding around and around his trembling stomach.

“Ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe….” All Adam could do was wiggle. Robin’s light but persistent touch was almost worse than Jodi and Kris’ assault. There was something about it that made him uneasy and impatient in equal measure. It was the deliberateness of it that put him on edge. Every now and then her fingers would make a wider arc, scraping against his lower ribs to make him jump. “Hehehehehehehehehehehehe…”

“Well don’t Bogart him, now…” CJ scolded as she stepped away from her bound daughters to take her position at the foot of her bed by Adam’s feet. “Let’s see what this boy can do…”

Instead of just going for his soles and toes, CJ took a similarly deliberate and delicate approach to Adam’s feet. She studied his feet for specks of lint and carpet fibers, picking them from his feet between her fingernails. It was torturous for Adam, who was now yelping between giggles. CJ didn’t follow a pattern that Adam could prepare himself for or otherwise predict, she just kept tweezing these little specks from his feet. It felt like a bug or fly that kept landing on his foot to ticklish effect.

It was torture.

“Ahahahahahaha-AH!-ahahahaahahahaaaa! Oh-HOH-ohohohohohohohohoho gahahaha-HAHAHA-ahahahad! Nohohohohohohohohoho! Krihihihihihis! Johohohohodieeeeee! Hehehehehehelp meeehehehehehehehe!”

But to Adam’s surprise, when he opened his eyes he saw that Jodi and Kris were far more intent to help themselves. Kris and Jodi’s nipples were rock hard, threatening to poke holes in their tops, while they kept rubbing their knees together. They were getting off on this! In fact, there was a good chance that they were enjoying themselves more than Adam was.

They were struggling against their restraints with a desperate vigor, but not in an attempt to free themselves. From the way they were struggling and pulling their hands toward them, it seemed to Adam that more than anything they wished to pleasure themselves. Instead they forced to watch as their mommies dominated the cackling object of their desire.

At least, Adam thought, they weren’t being tag-teamed and reduced to globs of ticklish jelly.

Which, of course, only served to arouse Adam even further.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa! Aha…ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa!”

“How well do you know this young man, girls?” Robin asked as her index fingers circled Adam’s nipples to devastating effect. “Because we taught you better than to share so much of yourselves with a stranger.”

“Nohohohohohoh-fuck!-eheheheheheheheheehahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

“No matter how cute and tickly he is…” CJ nodded as she began bicycling her fingers up and down his trembling soles. “So…tell us about him.”

“Tell us and we might just let you join in on the fun…”

“Nahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!” Adam’s throat was getting hoarse, the muscles in his cheeks aching from laughter. “Krihihihihihihissssss! Johohohohohodi! Plehehehehehehehehehease! Dohohohohohohohohon’t tehehehelll!”

“H-he has a foot fetish!” Kris blurted out, shifting forward and backward in her seat, desperately aroused.

“Does he?” Robin smiled, now teasing her fingernails around the outside of Adam’s quaking bellybutton.

“Is that true?” CJ cooed as she began tweaking Adam’s spasming toes. “That makes sense. Because he’s got very soft feet for a man. So soft. And so…very…ticklish.” At this, CJ wrapped her lips around the big toe of his left foot, scraping her teeth along the tender base.

Adam went ballistic. Tears were leaking out of his eyes.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPPPPPPPPIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIITTTTTTT! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!”

“It’s true! He-he loves my feet.” Jodi chimed in. She’d resorted to bending down to nibble at her bindings. Not that it seemed to be working.

“He loves mine more!” Kris quipped.

“Does not!”

“How bout it, stud?” Robin whispered in his ear and her fingers crept up to his armpits. She twirled his armpit hair around her fingertips, eliciting fresh squeals from the boy. “Whose feet do you like best? Hm? Kriiiiiiiis’?”

“Or Joooooooodi’s?” CJ singsonged as she popped Adam’s toe out of her mouth and turned her attention to the one on the opposite foot.

Adam’s body flopped and twitched upon the bed as if he were receiving shock treatment. His eyes were wild with desire, erection pointing straight up and bobbing in the air, the tip of his tent dark with precum. He’s never known such desire or suffering and his mind was vacillating wildly between the two.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIIIIII CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T CHOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOSE! PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP TIHIHIHIHIHICKLING MEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!”

“Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy,” Robin asserted as she took a gentle hold of Adam’s boner through his boxers. She began circling her thumb along the slick, damp tip, making Adam’s legs shake. “No pun intended…”

“UNNNNNNNNFFFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOHHHHHH GOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOD! NOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“C’monh,” CJ prodded, scraping her bottom teeth along the base of his big toe as she set her fingers to work on the arch of the opposite foot. “T’ll ush da trooth…”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIII DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOHOWWWWWW! PLEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEASE!”

“You’ve picked a stubborn one, girls.” Robin said approvingly as she released her grip on Adam’s nearly painful erection. “Anything else we should know about your ticklish little prince here?”

The seat cushions beneath Kris and Jodi were getting damp. The girls were not used to being denied in this way. If anything they were used to getting their way when it came to men, especially Adam. But now the sisters were worked up in a way they’d never experienced before, practically rabid. If they hadn’t been tied up they’d had flung themselves across the room to join their mothers in tormenting their ticklish prize.

“H-he’s a sucker f-for baby talk!” Jodi shouted, struggling to be heard over Adam’s hysterical cackles.

“Yeah! Talk to him l-like a little baby! Make him feel really helpless a-and silly!” Kiss added.

“You mean wike dis?” CJ cooed. “Are the widdle baby’s toes a widdle tickawish?” CJ took a deep breath and pinched his big toes between her fingers. “Thisssss little piggy went to market…”

“Awwww, does the widdle boy wike it when da tickle mommies pway with him?” Robin cooed in his ear, her fingers still probing and scraping against his sensitive hollows.

The effect was instantaneous and violent. Adam wasn’t laughing anymore, he was screaming. His mind was in shambles, fried by the ticklish signals that now overwhelmed all his senses. His mouth hadn’t shut in nearly twenty minutes. His mouth was dry from laughter, his neck a concerning shade of crimson.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHONOOOOOOOO!”

“Thissssss little piggy stayed home…” CJ sang as she wiggled the next toe.

“Poor little tickle boy trapped in a house full of tickle monsters…”

“STAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPPIHIHIHIHIHIIIIITTTTTTTTT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!”

“Awwww, poor baby! Are you upset that thiiiiisssss little piggy had roast beef….”

“Such soft little hairs in your little funny spots. Because that’s what your armpits are, funny spots. Can you say ‘funny spot?’”

Adam couldn’t say much of anything, think much of anything else aside from the verbal teases pouring into the ear and the sound of his own laughter. It was something separate from him now. As if it were someone else’s pleading he was hearing. He’d reached the point where he likely wouldn’t be able to spell his own name if asked.

“Or are you cwying because…thiiiiiisssssssss widdle itty bitty piggy had none?”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He shook his head from side to side, screaming like a banshee, as Robin began to blow long, ticklish raspberries on his fleshy, quaking belly.

“I think I found another funny spot! PPPPPPBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRT! Oh the baby has so many funny wunny spots!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!”

“And dis widdle piggy went…weeeee weeeee weeeee alllllllll the way home! A tickle tickle tickle!” CJ unleashed on his soles, targeting the spots that really made him jump. There was a little spot on his left foot, just above his heel, and another on his left at the top of his arch.

“Awwww, I think he wikes it!” Robin nodded, smiling down at the hysterical blob that now panted and pleaded beneath their delicate touch. She leaned in again, pursing her lips and placing them just below his bellybutton.

“PPPPPBBBBBRRRRRRT!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The only thing keeping Adam conscious was the indescribable pleasure radiating from his diamond hard cock. What concerned Adam most of all was the wanting. The need. He’d been edged and indulged the whole night, and worried he might pass out before he could come to fruition.

He needn’t have worried though, as it seemed Kris and Jodi had some experience with knots. If Adam’s mind weren’t mush — which it very much was — he might have registered the shifting of weight upon the mattress. He may have picked up on the faint smell of coconut, or the second set of hands joining on his feet.

As such, Adam nearly passed out when he realized that Jodi and Kris had joined in on the fun. They were talking about him, to him, their voices a mix of bratty taunts and babyish whines. But none of it registered. His vocabulary failed him. But when he opened his eyes, and saw that Jodi and Kris were now coaxing his rigid cock out from the slit in his boxers, he knew that he’d never been happier.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAAA!”

“Do you want to cum?” Kris asked as she reclined on the bed beside him to rest her hands upon his knees while holding her foot just above his face, tantalizingly out of reach.

“Do ya, baby boy?” Kris teased, gently blowing on his trembling cock. “Do you wanna make spurties for da tickle monsters?” She placed her bare foot in the exposed leg of his boxers, touching her cold little toes against his balls.

“How about it kiddo?” CJ asked. She was holding his left foot in the crook of her arm, having realized it was the more ticklish of the two. She spidered her fingers over the ball of his foot patiently, never once slowing down as she spoke.

“C’mon tickle boy, do you wanna make cummies for mommy? PBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSSSS! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH FUHUHUHUCK GOHOHOHOD YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSSS!”

What happened next happened both very quickly and not nearly soon enough. Kris tickled the underside of Adam’s testicles with her toes, delighting in the way her black nail polish looked when contrasted with his pale and trembling sac. Jodi finally let her foot land softly on Adam’s face. He could feet the softness of her feet with his lips, inhaled the scent of her coconut body wash, which even now had begun to fade. CJ and Robin kept up their infantile taunts and teases, never once letting up from their ticklish assault.

“C’mon Adam…” Jodi pressed, tweaking his nose with her pink bubblegum toes, “don’t you wanna cum for us.”

“Yeah baby, make cum cums for your mommies…”

To heighten the pleasure, Kris teased just beneath the head of his penis with her fingernails. A light touch, perhaps the lightest Adam had known so far that evening. It felt as though a butterfly had landed on the tip of his cock, giving the underside of the head the softest of kisses. This, combined with the verbal onslaught of the Evans sister’s mothers and their ceaseless fingers was simply too much for the poor boy to take.

He erupted. Jets of pearly white and spurts of clear excess shot from him like a geyser. It was choked at first, halting, as though a panicked crowd were cramming through the emergency exit. The flood followed close behind, shooting freely from his spasming cock. Pools formed on his chest and in his bellybutton, pleasure overwriting his already tickle-enfeebled brain.

When it happened, everything went white. Adam couldn’t hear his own orgasmic cries through the sound of his own pleasure. His body went rigid, eyes rolling back in his head. The less he moved the more pleasure he felt. And so he lay there, letting wave after wave of unbridled bliss wash over him, his lips never once leaving Jodi’s pillowy sole throughout.

When it was over Adam was aware of the dampness, both on his torso and beneath him on the bed. His body was glistening with sweat, his throat sore, voice shot. He was vaguely aware of his wrists and ankles being unbound, the gentle relieving of pressure. He could feel the warmth of Jodi and Kris on either side of him, their hands wiping away his tears, their lips against his neck and cheeks.

As he slowly came back to himself, he could hear CJ and Robin talking to their daughters in a tone that suggested they might as well be adopting a pet.

“Well he certainly is a fun one.” Robin chuckled as she fetched a towel from the in suite bathroom.

“I couldn’t agree more,” CJ nodded, giving Adam’s foot a playful little tickle as she rose from her spot on the floor. “So, did he pass your test?”

“I don’t know. Kris, what do you think?” Jodi asked.

“A+” Kris answered.

“I wish we had a sticker we could give him.”

“We’ll just have to get some then, won’t we?”

“I must say, it’ll be nice to have a man around the house.” Robin said. “As long as you girls are okay sharing.”

“Not just among yourselves, of course,” CJ added. “We’ll need our fix every now and then as well.”

“So, how about it, Adam?” Kris asked, giving him another affectionate kiss on the cheek. “Think you can handle it?”

“Being passed around by 4 tickle monsters can be a pretty tall order.” Jodi admitted. “But nobody will take better care of you.”

“We can guarantee it.”

Adam, having finally come back to himself, looked around the room through his tear blurred eyes at his tickle minders. Just the thought of it was enough to make his cock twitch again.


“Only one way to find out,” he smiled.

Ecstatic, Jodi and Kris peppered him with kisses while their mothers quietly slipped out of the room. There’d be time enough for them to play with their daughters’ new boy toy later. For now, they wanted to give their girls some privacy.

One thing was for sure, this was the start of a beautiful, ticklish arrangement.

 

[NovemberTickle]

I love how this one builds and builds, incredible!

 

[milagros317]

What a wonderful fantasy!

 

[Mateoss]

Exelente. You are they best

 

[tommytikl]

Need more of this one!!