Every holiday season, my family (or at least, some of them) pay a visit to my home for the textbook coffee, food, and, in a sense, "making the rounds". This year was no different, and, the day after Christmas, a small handfull of them arrived, including my very ticklish oldest sister, Denise. On Christmas Day, she had worn a tight skirt and an untucked, thin, silky top. Each time she moved, a sneak peak of her soft, sensual stomach was exposed, stoking my fires most of the day. Upon her visit to my house, she wore jeans and a cotton, nearly-cropped top, which fell just above the jeans waist line. It is of note as well that my sister is a size 3, but, can easily wear a 2. Size 3 jeans tend to leave a small gap of space between her navel and pants button, and, during her visit, that was fine by me.
While most of the visit time was spent in my kitchen, with all of us together, my sister desired to sit in my basement bar to have a smoke and maybe shoot a game of pool with me. The minute she requested this, my thinking was "please, everybody else stay upstairs". Heading downstairs with her, I coyly closed the basement door as she turned on the bar lights. We sat and chatted a little as she puffed her first smoke, then began to shoot our game of pool. My eyes were on her teasing midsection the entire time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Cornering herself and trying a difficult shot requiring her to raise her arms in the air, she joked "Hang on..My pants are slipping down!" fixing herself momentarily and flashing me her flat, sexy abs. Fearing time was not on my side, I decided my opportunity was now.
Pacing behind her as she prepared to shoot, I reached my hands around her exposed waist and bared tummy, firing a warning shot of sorts by saying "Let me steady you", grasping her midsection with a mixture of tightness and pending tickling doom. Suprisingly, Denise didn't really pick up on my intentions until it was too late.
Traversing my fingers across her full bared stomach, I nudged her shirt up to rib level, continuing to tickle her from behind and wrapping her body in my right arm. She was in such hysterics she didn't even bother to let go of the pool cue! Denise just stood there, in my clutches, and took it like the sexy woman she is.
"Ahhh!StopitStopitok!" she wailed out, probably fearing the increased noise would cause someone to come down and "catch us in the act". "Ok, ok..You got me again!" she laughed, trying to twist and turn her way out of my grasp. "And my damn pants are falling down!". With that, I simply HAD to go for one last, solid tickling of her lower abdomen, below the navel but just above her panty line. Viewing the thin, pink waistband of her undies, I plunged my hand to that area, tickling her with one final flurry.
Her face reddened by this surprise tickling, I released grip on Denise, who also needed to fix her shirt as well as her pants. For a breif few seconds, she remained wide open, from upper ribs to below navel, tickle marks evident on her skin.
Several minutes later, we returned upstairs, joining everyone else. When asked why her face was a little red, Denise replied that I "made her a strong Cosmopolitan" drink that "must have warmed her up". Underneath the table, I felt her long forefinger nail tapping my knee, telling me to "play along" with the story if asked. Thankfully, she had her coat back on before needing to lift her arms back up, which would have exposed the still-existing tickle marks on her sexy tummy.
See you New Year's Day, Denise?
While most of the visit time was spent in my kitchen, with all of us together, my sister desired to sit in my basement bar to have a smoke and maybe shoot a game of pool with me. The minute she requested this, my thinking was "please, everybody else stay upstairs". Heading downstairs with her, I coyly closed the basement door as she turned on the bar lights. We sat and chatted a little as she puffed her first smoke, then began to shoot our game of pool. My eyes were on her teasing midsection the entire time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Cornering herself and trying a difficult shot requiring her to raise her arms in the air, she joked "Hang on..My pants are slipping down!" fixing herself momentarily and flashing me her flat, sexy abs. Fearing time was not on my side, I decided my opportunity was now.
Pacing behind her as she prepared to shoot, I reached my hands around her exposed waist and bared tummy, firing a warning shot of sorts by saying "Let me steady you", grasping her midsection with a mixture of tightness and pending tickling doom. Suprisingly, Denise didn't really pick up on my intentions until it was too late.
Traversing my fingers across her full bared stomach, I nudged her shirt up to rib level, continuing to tickle her from behind and wrapping her body in my right arm. She was in such hysterics she didn't even bother to let go of the pool cue! Denise just stood there, in my clutches, and took it like the sexy woman she is.
"Ahhh!StopitStopitok!" she wailed out, probably fearing the increased noise would cause someone to come down and "catch us in the act". "Ok, ok..You got me again!" she laughed, trying to twist and turn her way out of my grasp. "And my damn pants are falling down!". With that, I simply HAD to go for one last, solid tickling of her lower abdomen, below the navel but just above her panty line. Viewing the thin, pink waistband of her undies, I plunged my hand to that area, tickling her with one final flurry.
Her face reddened by this surprise tickling, I released grip on Denise, who also needed to fix her shirt as well as her pants. For a breif few seconds, she remained wide open, from upper ribs to below navel, tickle marks evident on her skin.
Several minutes later, we returned upstairs, joining everyone else. When asked why her face was a little red, Denise replied that I "made her a strong Cosmopolitan" drink that "must have warmed her up". Underneath the table, I felt her long forefinger nail tapping my knee, telling me to "play along" with the story if asked. Thankfully, she had her coat back on before needing to lift her arms back up, which would have exposed the still-existing tickle marks on her sexy tummy.
See you New Year's Day, Denise?
