brnbch said:
My step brother and I used to tickle the living crap out of my step sister. She was older and about fifth-teen and really ticklish all over but her ribs were the worst. We would hold her down with our body weight and go at her until she couldn't breath. She would have these fits of looonngg silent laughter. She'd always yell at us afterwords saying she almost passed out and that she couldn't breath laughing soo hard. She'd always scold us on how dangerous it was to tickle someone for that long without letting them breath....
when ever there was a chance to turn her into a quivering breathless mass.... it was exhilarating to have control over her with just a few fingertips to her ribs.
Wow! That sounds eerily like my own experience. Being the eldest of four (twin brothers next in line and a younger brother after them) i was often on the receiving end of their tickle torture attacks.
I think i've shared this before on this forum but just to re-iterate, there was a period when i was a young teen during which my brothers actually made a habit of using my laughing-weakness to make me do things. Nothing really too severe mind you. they always sort of knew that if it got too evil our parents would actually pay attention to my complaints and they'd be forced to stop. But it was aggravating enough.
I sometimes wonder if they didn't see a tickle-torture scene on a cartoon or something and then tried it out on me, knowing that i was really ticklish. Anyway, when they tried it the first time it worked and the rest was history.
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Generally they'd grab me, get me on the floor, and, using their combined superior number of hands, they'd hold me down with body weight. As soon as they had neutralised my arms so i couldn't defend myself they would go for the "tic-kill" on whatever one or more of the bazillion deadly weakspots (sides, belly, waist, underarms, hips, knees, feet, neck, etc.
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Rendered helpless, and seeing the inevitable I often gave in pretty quickly unless of course i was mad, or determined or, more frequently, in a tickly-mood. My determination to hold out almost never changed the outcome :sharp_tee but it did sometimes make me feel better about myself for standing up to them -even though i still ended up caving in.
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Anyway, that's my family torture tale.
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Many blessings,