“How’s the new place coming along, Deb?” Jay asked his sister, who had recently relocated to a large, 3-bedroom townhouse. She had found a good deal on the place, which was a mixture of fixer-upper and nearly new. The house had that “lived in” feel Deb really enjoyed.
“Getting there, getting there” she replied, leading to a request for weekend help. “Need to hang some fan lights this Saturday, but I’m not sure how to do it” she stated, subtly plying for Jay’s offer of assistance.
“Make you a deal, Debs..” Jay began, “You make dinner and I’ll hang the fan lights for you, how’s that sound?” Jay had always loved his sister’s cooking, and, as they hadn’t spent as much hanging-out time together as they were used to, figured the day would be productive on many levels. Deb agreed almost immediately.
“You got it” she replied, “One dinner in exchange for 4 fan lights. Deal, buddy” Deb stated, extending her long-nailed right hand for a deal-sealing handshake. Knowing Jay wouldn’t let her off that easily, the shapely sister sweetened the pot by leaning inward for a quick lip buss. The two had engaged in this sort of lips-barely-touching (yet arousing nonetheless) hello-goodbye kissing activity for some time, keeping such between themselves. They related equally well as platonic friends as siblings.
Saturday morning, 10am. Jay arrives at Deb’s new digs, half-heartedly tapping on the door before letting himself in anyway. Aware her brother was coming by mid-morning, Deb acknowledged his arrival from upstairs, calling out “Hi, hun..I’m up here, in the bathroom. Scrubbing the tub”, prompting Jay to scale the spindle-lined stairs in search of the home’s new owner.
Entering the bathroom, Jay viewed Deb, clad in shorts and an old, ratty tank top that stretched out just above her navel, such that every cleaning motion extension exposed her soft, sensual tummy. If Jay had a favorite portion of Deb’s incredibly well-toned (despite zero participation in exercise) body, it was her midsection. He had always been teased and turned on seeing her in clothing such as this day’s, especially knowing how ticklish Deb was in that, and, other, areas of her body. Mere seconds passed for Jay to put these ideas together and form a game plan of sorts for “having a little fun” with Deb.
“I like the casual, get down to work look, D” Jay commented to Deb as she fully extended to reach an upper portion of the tub’s tile. Even the small of her back was ticklish, a fact Jay would test before embarking on his day’s promised labor. Her back turned to him, Jay took a few steps forward while continuing conversation with Deb.
“Walls look good, Debs” he said, adding “Smooth and clean, like other things around here”, traversing her exposed low back and side-waist with his fingers, resulting in a giggly ‘Ah! Don’t be tickling me!” response from Deb, who should have committed this brief experience to memory. But didn’t.
“Awright, I better get started here..Call me if you need me, k?” Jay apprised his sister, who tried hard to rid her face of the tickle-given smile. “Ok. I’ll be in here for a little bit, then want to do the trim down the hallway” she said.
After an hour or so, Jay had installed 2 of the 4 fan lights, and had worked up a decent sweat, as had Deb, who had been busy cleaning trim and other upstairs-located fixtures. Taking a brief break, Jay found Deb standing on a step-stool, spraying the glass on a hallway light. “Perfect. Just perfect. Look at her” he muttered to himself, planning on enacting his plan at any moment. “Now, while she’s still up there. It’s tickle-time, Debs!”
Pacing towards her, Jay had partially expected Deb to scale down from the step-stool and take a break with him, however, to his delight, she remained in place. Standing in close proximity below her, Jay’s face was parallel with Deb’s exposed stomach, a “dream spot” of sorts for him. Further, since her arms remained raised, a full, direct navel tickling would begin unimpeded.
“Got two done so far” he told Deb, “Now just need to do something else before the other fans” he continued, awaiting the curvy sister’s inquiry as to what that might be.
“Like what?” she asked, unaware of Jay’s intention.
“This!” Jay exclaimed, grasping hold of her waist and effecting intense tickling upon Deb’s navel, tummy, and ribs, sneaking in several bellybutton licks in the process.
“Ahh!Haaa!!Nooo!NOTAGAINWITHTHETICKLING!” she surprisingly burst with laughter, held in place by her brother’s hands and arms. Trapped, she knew if she wiggled or twisted, she’d hit the floor in the opposite direction falling off the step-stool; Falling forward would place her right into Jay’s arms, and, who knows how much more he’d tickle her if she was under his full control.
“YES, Deb!” Jay teased, “Yes your stomach! And ribs! And boobs!” he laughingly apprised her, swirling his fingers inside and around her dead-center navel and working his way up towards her marvelous 36D breasts. “Lemme see if the top is as ticklish as the tummy, huh?” he spoke, reaching his left hand into her shirt to tickle the soft, white under portion of her boobs, causing Deb to exhale a breathy, sexy laugh/scream.
“Haahh!!Nopleasedontnotinthere!” she called out, begging Jay to halt the tickling so she could at least gain a few breaths of air. “Ahhhh!Mygodmytitsareticklish!” Deb exclaimed, arms holding onto the hallway walls for balance. “I’llgetyouforthis!Ahhaaahaaaholyshitholyshitahhh!”
“No, you won’t, Debs” Jay teased his conquest, “Cuz I know you like this..Say you do and I might stop” he egged her on, not letting up on the tickling intensity. In fact, he had managed to work the snap of her jeans shorts open, leaving only the zipper between himself and a potential naked lower-torso tickle of this hot physical specimen also known as Debs. He knew that would likely put her over the edge.
“NooooIdont..” she sighed, forcing her statement out in mid-laughter, “PleasepleasestopitstopitnowIcantbreathe!” Deb begged, sensing Jay would indeed drop her shorts to the floor and tickle her until she was wet. As it was, she’d felt herself moistening “down there”, and wanted, at the very minimum, leave something for Jay to be denied. After all, she had just unknowingly served herself up for this ongoing tickling, which, if being honest with herself, she’d actually enjoyed. Deb and Jay were no strangers to trading physicality; This little incident simply added to it.
“Come on now, darlin’” Jay suggested, “Sa-ay it and I’ll let up”. Softened by the redness in her face and gleam of her beautiful smile, Jay was prepared to allow Deb to scale down from the step-stool in order to catch her breath. Only, however, if she was prepared to admit she wasn’t as adverse to this impromptu tickling as she’d let on earlier. The smart bets said she would admit to enjoying this little act, as it reaffirmed their “more than just sib” relationship. Besides, Jay was long aware of Deb’s wild, sexual side, so he figured this would feed into that.
“HokayHokay” the statuesque female allowed, “If I say it, you’ve gotta let me down”. Deb was in negotiation phase at this point, but, for a few seconds, did let her guard down. “You know I don’t mind your hands on me, hun” she stated, making direct eye contact with Jay, who had transitioned from tickling her tummy to lightly caressing her midsection and below. The mood had changed from fun-tickling to a calming-down of sorts, with each realizing they’d maybe broken new ground.
“I knew you didn’t, Debs..Just having a little fun with ya” Jay told her, helping her down from her post. “Did it because we get along like we do..And, hey, not for nothing, but, LOOK at you!” he joked, ending with a request for “a good one this time”, referring to the quick kissing they had done in private for so long.
“Ok, ok” the sister stated, regaining her composure and regular breathing, “One good one, then we both get back to work. Little bit, I’ll make us dinner” she apprised, permitting Jay a full-lipped mouth lock. As they broke embrace and paced towards their previous working areas of the house, Deb told Jay:
“By the way, hun” she teased, “You didn’t get to ALL of my ticklish areas. Maybe next time?” With that, Jay was assured of further tickling experiences with sweet Debs.
“Getting there, getting there” she replied, leading to a request for weekend help. “Need to hang some fan lights this Saturday, but I’m not sure how to do it” she stated, subtly plying for Jay’s offer of assistance.
“Make you a deal, Debs..” Jay began, “You make dinner and I’ll hang the fan lights for you, how’s that sound?” Jay had always loved his sister’s cooking, and, as they hadn’t spent as much hanging-out time together as they were used to, figured the day would be productive on many levels. Deb agreed almost immediately.
“You got it” she replied, “One dinner in exchange for 4 fan lights. Deal, buddy” Deb stated, extending her long-nailed right hand for a deal-sealing handshake. Knowing Jay wouldn’t let her off that easily, the shapely sister sweetened the pot by leaning inward for a quick lip buss. The two had engaged in this sort of lips-barely-touching (yet arousing nonetheless) hello-goodbye kissing activity for some time, keeping such between themselves. They related equally well as platonic friends as siblings.
Saturday morning, 10am. Jay arrives at Deb’s new digs, half-heartedly tapping on the door before letting himself in anyway. Aware her brother was coming by mid-morning, Deb acknowledged his arrival from upstairs, calling out “Hi, hun..I’m up here, in the bathroom. Scrubbing the tub”, prompting Jay to scale the spindle-lined stairs in search of the home’s new owner.
Entering the bathroom, Jay viewed Deb, clad in shorts and an old, ratty tank top that stretched out just above her navel, such that every cleaning motion extension exposed her soft, sensual tummy. If Jay had a favorite portion of Deb’s incredibly well-toned (despite zero participation in exercise) body, it was her midsection. He had always been teased and turned on seeing her in clothing such as this day’s, especially knowing how ticklish Deb was in that, and, other, areas of her body. Mere seconds passed for Jay to put these ideas together and form a game plan of sorts for “having a little fun” with Deb.
“I like the casual, get down to work look, D” Jay commented to Deb as she fully extended to reach an upper portion of the tub’s tile. Even the small of her back was ticklish, a fact Jay would test before embarking on his day’s promised labor. Her back turned to him, Jay took a few steps forward while continuing conversation with Deb.
“Walls look good, Debs” he said, adding “Smooth and clean, like other things around here”, traversing her exposed low back and side-waist with his fingers, resulting in a giggly ‘Ah! Don’t be tickling me!” response from Deb, who should have committed this brief experience to memory. But didn’t.
“Awright, I better get started here..Call me if you need me, k?” Jay apprised his sister, who tried hard to rid her face of the tickle-given smile. “Ok. I’ll be in here for a little bit, then want to do the trim down the hallway” she said.
After an hour or so, Jay had installed 2 of the 4 fan lights, and had worked up a decent sweat, as had Deb, who had been busy cleaning trim and other upstairs-located fixtures. Taking a brief break, Jay found Deb standing on a step-stool, spraying the glass on a hallway light. “Perfect. Just perfect. Look at her” he muttered to himself, planning on enacting his plan at any moment. “Now, while she’s still up there. It’s tickle-time, Debs!”
Pacing towards her, Jay had partially expected Deb to scale down from the step-stool and take a break with him, however, to his delight, she remained in place. Standing in close proximity below her, Jay’s face was parallel with Deb’s exposed stomach, a “dream spot” of sorts for him. Further, since her arms remained raised, a full, direct navel tickling would begin unimpeded.
“Got two done so far” he told Deb, “Now just need to do something else before the other fans” he continued, awaiting the curvy sister’s inquiry as to what that might be.
“Like what?” she asked, unaware of Jay’s intention.
“This!” Jay exclaimed, grasping hold of her waist and effecting intense tickling upon Deb’s navel, tummy, and ribs, sneaking in several bellybutton licks in the process.
“Ahh!Haaa!!Nooo!NOTAGAINWITHTHETICKLING!” she surprisingly burst with laughter, held in place by her brother’s hands and arms. Trapped, she knew if she wiggled or twisted, she’d hit the floor in the opposite direction falling off the step-stool; Falling forward would place her right into Jay’s arms, and, who knows how much more he’d tickle her if she was under his full control.
“YES, Deb!” Jay teased, “Yes your stomach! And ribs! And boobs!” he laughingly apprised her, swirling his fingers inside and around her dead-center navel and working his way up towards her marvelous 36D breasts. “Lemme see if the top is as ticklish as the tummy, huh?” he spoke, reaching his left hand into her shirt to tickle the soft, white under portion of her boobs, causing Deb to exhale a breathy, sexy laugh/scream.
“Haahh!!Nopleasedontnotinthere!” she called out, begging Jay to halt the tickling so she could at least gain a few breaths of air. “Ahhhh!Mygodmytitsareticklish!” Deb exclaimed, arms holding onto the hallway walls for balance. “I’llgetyouforthis!Ahhaaahaaaholyshitholyshitahhh!”
“No, you won’t, Debs” Jay teased his conquest, “Cuz I know you like this..Say you do and I might stop” he egged her on, not letting up on the tickling intensity. In fact, he had managed to work the snap of her jeans shorts open, leaving only the zipper between himself and a potential naked lower-torso tickle of this hot physical specimen also known as Debs. He knew that would likely put her over the edge.
“NooooIdont..” she sighed, forcing her statement out in mid-laughter, “PleasepleasestopitstopitnowIcantbreathe!” Deb begged, sensing Jay would indeed drop her shorts to the floor and tickle her until she was wet. As it was, she’d felt herself moistening “down there”, and wanted, at the very minimum, leave something for Jay to be denied. After all, she had just unknowingly served herself up for this ongoing tickling, which, if being honest with herself, she’d actually enjoyed. Deb and Jay were no strangers to trading physicality; This little incident simply added to it.
“Come on now, darlin’” Jay suggested, “Sa-ay it and I’ll let up”. Softened by the redness in her face and gleam of her beautiful smile, Jay was prepared to allow Deb to scale down from the step-stool in order to catch her breath. Only, however, if she was prepared to admit she wasn’t as adverse to this impromptu tickling as she’d let on earlier. The smart bets said she would admit to enjoying this little act, as it reaffirmed their “more than just sib” relationship. Besides, Jay was long aware of Deb’s wild, sexual side, so he figured this would feed into that.
“HokayHokay” the statuesque female allowed, “If I say it, you’ve gotta let me down”. Deb was in negotiation phase at this point, but, for a few seconds, did let her guard down. “You know I don’t mind your hands on me, hun” she stated, making direct eye contact with Jay, who had transitioned from tickling her tummy to lightly caressing her midsection and below. The mood had changed from fun-tickling to a calming-down of sorts, with each realizing they’d maybe broken new ground.
“I knew you didn’t, Debs..Just having a little fun with ya” Jay told her, helping her down from her post. “Did it because we get along like we do..And, hey, not for nothing, but, LOOK at you!” he joked, ending with a request for “a good one this time”, referring to the quick kissing they had done in private for so long.
“Ok, ok” the sister stated, regaining her composure and regular breathing, “One good one, then we both get back to work. Little bit, I’ll make us dinner” she apprised, permitting Jay a full-lipped mouth lock. As they broke embrace and paced towards their previous working areas of the house, Deb told Jay:
“By the way, hun” she teased, “You didn’t get to ALL of my ticklish areas. Maybe next time?” With that, Jay was assured of further tickling experiences with sweet Debs.
