puppyarethebest

Firstly, I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas to those who celebrate! And thank you all for the support on the first story, I just thought I’d share a tickle story and I’m glad you all enjoyed it, so here is another… This time, including my cousin and her mother, which happened only a few months ago on a visit to their house It was a summers morning and I had taken a block of time off work so I could relax and see some family, my cousin had finished uni for the summer so I had made plans to go and see her. My cousin was a few years older than me, and as most older siblings/cousins do, they love to tickle torture you until you can’t take it anymore. And my cousin was no exception. As we learned in the last story, I am the victim of the family when it comes to tickling, and every since I was little, my cousin used to sit on me and tickle my belly and ribs until I couldn’t breathe anymore and was about to pee my pants. She found out pretty quickly that my feet were the worst spot on my body. And you best believe she targeted them. As we got older she didn’t do this as much, but there was always an occasion where she needed to get her pent up tickling aggression out on me. We were chilling in her bedroom watching something on the tv, when she asked if I wanted a drink, I said I’d love one so she popped downstairs and brought us both up a glass of squash. Upon her return she placed the glasses on her bedside table and looked at me, with both hands firmly placed on her hip, with a little cheeky smile. “I’m bored” she said bluntly “ok” I say “what do you want to do? Do you want to get some food? Play a video game?” She looked at me blankly, her cheeky smile growing wider and wider as she look at me laying on her bed. She climbed back on the bed, cross legged and sat next to me, and begin poking my sides. She had long sharp nails, so it felt more like a mini pin pricking my sides, but it was enough to make me flinch slightly every time she did it. “What’s the matter? You just had something on your side” she said, poking me again… and again with her single index finger. “Hmmmm it doesn’t seem to be coming off” she said, puzzled. With that begin said she then slowly began to rake her index finger slowly and firmly down my sides, whilst looking at me deep into my eyes, knowing this was torture for me. I did my best to hold in my laughter, but as most people in my family know. That doesn’t last long. One finger turned into 2, she was running one finger then the other over my sides “how strange, it still isn’t coming off” she said “that is strange isn’t it” I said through gritted teeth “let me me get a better look” and with that, she climbed over me and sat on my waist. “That’s better” she said and before I knew it, both index fingers and their devilishly long nails were scribbling down both my sides. I clamped my hand over my mouth trying not to let a squeak out. But I think this spurred her on more, because as then sped up, her fingers moving in delicate circles and finger 8’s down my sensitive sides, then came 2 fingers, running up and down, scratching and scribbling. Then 3, in a teasing motion her 3 wiggly fingers because tickling me. It was at this point I lost it, my clamped had was useless as I burst out laughing in hysterics I have a very high pitched laugh.. for who I am. I think that is half the reason my family likes tickling me so much, because they like hearing my silly laugh. And my cousin made that clear, because as soon as I began laughing she teasingly said “there it is” and then 3 fingers became 4. She was a tickle spider. 8 fingers with evil talons torturing my sides. Then she used all 10 fingers. Like a claw machine her fingers opened and closed all over my sides, this time, she started flickering her nails on my belly too. I was dying. I have never been the strongest person in the world, and my strength seems to leave me as I’m being tickled. I wiggle back and forth, side to side, to try and break her tickles but it is useless, her hands are stuck to my stomach and my sides. “Oh I forgot how ticklish the little belly was” she cooed “having fun?” She toyed. I tried to reply, but no words left my mouth. Just screeches. It was then that her mother, my other aunt, entered the room, wondering what all the noise was “what is going on in here?” I remember her saying, I remember this part so well because it was the only time in about 5 continuous minutes of tickling, where my cousin had stopped. “I’m just seeing if my cousin is just as ticklish as he used to be, I need to inspect further just so I fully know” she looked back at me with a smile I hadn’t seen before, and mischievous one with a hint of “you’re so done for” and she looked back at her mum and said “care to help? He’s got very ticklish feeties, maybe you could give those a test” I squirm a little, my feet are my kryptonite. Well everywhere is my kryptonite but especially my feet. They have become sort of folk lore in the family. All 4 of my aunts. My mother. Grandmother, sisters and cousins loved to tickle me. Especially on my feet. They all knew how ticklish I was and how much it drove me crazy “I get his feet???” My aunt said, joyfully, with a glisten in her eye. “I was going to test them myself, but you know how to tickle him much better than I do” my cousin said, looking back and winking as me. I look back over to my aunt who is still stood by the door, with a beaming smile. “I have been tickling those widdle feet ever since he was a baby. They’ve gotten so big over the years but one thing has stayed the same, just how ticklish they are” she said, slowly etching towards the bed and my exposed feet, she looked at me, teasingly wiggling her fingers and she approached. “You’re in for it now” my cousin said. I throw my head back on the pillow and look to the ceiling, knowing that I have no control over what will happen for the next 5 minutes, or will it be 10, will they ever stop, I thought to myself. I saw my aunt disappear behind my cousin and her hands upon my feet. “Oh they’re all sweaty” I remember her saying “that’s ok, they’re more ticklish when they’re a little sweaty” she said. And I felt her finger tips caress my feet from heel, to the bottom of my toes. I let out an immediate jump “noooooooo” I remember whining “please no” but my pleads fell onto deaf ears as before I could process what was going on she launched into a full attack on my left foot, 10 wiggly fingers danced up and down my sole, like little bugs crawling all over. She moved with such precision as she went crazy all over my sole, from my heel, to my sole, to the ball and then to my toes, it was like all of my engine lights coming on in my brain at once. I malfunctioned and just erupted into a bundle of laughter. My cousin looked quite shocked at the noises that were leaving my mouth. She began laughing to herself, almost in disbelief as what she was hearing, but that didn’t stop her from going back to tickling my sides and by belly. My aunt had switched to my right foot, going in and out of my toes, scratching under them. Teasing my ball, playfully tickling the sole and raking my heel. She suddenly stopped, stood up to get a better look before saying “did that tickle my love?” My cousin was still tickling my sides, albeit slowly. So I could form a very basic sentence “what do you think?” I said. This was a mistake. My aunt replied “hmmmm I don’t think I have enough information to answer that yet, give me another minute” she remained standing up, she lowered her arms down to my feet and began tickling them both at the same time. “Ooh the toes are very ticklish, yes I remember that, and right.. hereeee” she said as she dug right into my soles. It felt like an eternity had past before they both stopped. They looked at one another, gave eachother a high 5 and then looked back to me. A hot sweaty mess, who felt like he had just done 12 rounds with mike Tyson.