"Dr. Marcus... test report case 6739573... ah the date is"... he glanced at his watch... "2/26/2008... 9:20am" Dr. Marcus cleared his throat as he continued to dictate into his pocket recorder. "The test subjects are two fraternal twins, female...Melanie and er..." he glanced at his notes..."Nicole... both are confirmed lee's, that is to say they both enjoy being tickled." He walked around the two tables and continued with the observation report. "They have both been lightly sedated and have been sleeping for thirty minutes... Both are wearing surgical gowns, slippers." Dr. Marcus paused the recorder, trying to summarize the experiment accurately. "The tables they are on are adjacent, they both have restraining straps on their..." He looked at them briefly. "ankles... which are spread approximately 36 inches (check) just above the knees... (check) just under the chest... (check) at the arms which are fully extended at a 22 degree angle... (check) wrists... (check) and lastly and most importantly, they both have a head restraint so that they are only able to look at each others face." (check) He noticed that the sedative was beginning to wear off and quickly summed up the recording. "the experiment is the effect of tickling and sexual arousal as it relates to fraternal twins." Dr. Marcus released the record button and placed the device on his desk just as Melanie opened her eyes.
"What...what's going on?" Melanie was slowly coming out of the fog of artificial sleep. "Everything is OK... you have done very well." reassured Dr. Marcus.
Then Nicole awoke, "Melanie?" Nicole looked scared. "I can't move!"
"Neither can I" Melanie said. She pulled on the restraints. "You better explain doctor."
"You both signed the papers," Dr. Marcus said, "I guess you should have looked at the fine print..." he suppressed a chuckle.
He walked to the bottom of Nicole's table and carefully removed the slipper from her right foot.
"Doctor? What are you doing? Please put my slipper back on... I'm perfectly... hehe" He ran a fingernail slowly across the length of her sole. Melanie looked at her sister's face as she quickly recovered from the unexpected tickle.
"Don't let the bastard win." Melanie whispered.
She could see the panicked look on Nicole's face, her eyes were wide and dilated... They both knew it was hopeless.
He pulled out a stiff turkey feather from the desk drawer... it was a tail feather... long...wide... black, with a white tip on the end. He dragged the white part of it from her heel to the ball of her foot. Nicole's face crinkled. Melanie sent her sister mental will power... he brushed the feather from side to side, tickling the ball of her foot. Nicole emitted an angry giggle/groan... Melanie bit her lower lip. He moved the feather in between her toes, crisscrossing over and under each toe. Nicole lost the fight and began to giggle nervously. He reached with his free hand and began to scratch her soles with his fingernails as he continued to tickle her toes with the turkey feather. hahaha HAHAHA !!! Nicole laughed uncontrollably. Melanie could only shout out,
"Nicole! Nicole! Oh please doctor! Stop it, STOP IT!"
"WAAHHHH HAHAHA!!!!
She tried to free herself and rescue her sister. But all she could do was watch the tickling agony on her face.
Then the tickling suddenly stopped. Dr. Marcus walked over to the bottom of Melanie's table as Nicole's laughter slowly subsided. Melanie felt the cool air on her left foot as the slipper was gently removed. He fanned the turkey feather over her heel. Nicole was only just now in a position to watch the reaction on Melanie's face, having gained some composure. Melanie grunted a disapproving noise. She closed her eyes. The feather zigzagging back and forth, slowly...lightly... creeping up her sole. It was Nicole's turn for mutual support now...
"It is worse to close your eyes Melanie..." Nicole said. "When you close your eyes, all you have is the sensation."
Melanie was fighting to keep that tickling sensation in check. Nicole could tell by the look on Melanie's face that she was losing the battle. As the feather lazily made it's way to her toes, Melanie was in trouble. Nicole could see it. Melanie could feel it. She knew that when the feather reached her toes, it would be over. She felt light tickles tracing the ball of her foot. Melanie was so mad. She just wished she could show it and not have the constant giggling send a mixed message.
"Why you little cree-hehe-p ha ha ha ha!"
She felt the feather kissing the bottoms of her toes, felt the feather rebound as it flexed, just as a stick would do on a picket fence. She spread her toes apart. Has much as she hated to admit it (and she never would, not even to her twin) secretly, she loved it. The release of losing that false sense of control thrilled her. Melanie relaxed her grip on trying to keep the tickling sensation in check and laughed freely, hysterically. Nicole was horrified and intrigued all at the same time from the look at her sisters face. It was like she was seeing herself laugh in a mirror.
Nicole then felt a draft, then a tug at her clothing. It was like somebody was pealing her clothes away. She felt the coolness of the room and she knew that she was naked.
"Oh, Melanie... I...I..."
Melanie quieted her sister. "Yes I know..." her eyes sparkled.
"It's OK..."
Melanie's voice trailed off, as she too, was losing her clothing. They could only look into each others eyes and try and imagine what would happen next...
An assistant came into the room, but neither Melanie nor Nicole would ever know it.
Dr. Marcus handed the assistant a peacock feather. He himself, took an ostrich feather from the working desk. The assistant moved over to Nicole's table. Dr. Marcus remained at Melanie's table.
The intern slowly moved the peacock feather from Nicole's foot, up the inside of her leg, over her pubes, across her stomach, and over her breasts, inside her arms and armpits, ending at her chin. He made mental notes concerning any ticklish reaction as the feather passed though the various ticklish areas. Nearly all the a fore mentioned areas got positive responses. Although he knew that he must at least try to remain professional about the whole procedure, the sudden bulge in his pants betrayed his allegiance.
Melanie got the same treatment from Dr. Marcus, with pretty much the same reaction. The ostrich feather has a larger tickling surface to it than a peacock feather and Dr. Marcus made good use of this by occasionally stopping in a particularly ticklish area and swishing the feather back and forth, and each time, eliciting a string of giggles in the process. Her sides and neck her were particularly susceptible. He lingered at these places, and noted the mixture of giggles and snickers. The doctor too, found that he also, was not immune to her infectious laugh nor to the silky smooth skin that the feather probed, as witness to the sudden bulge in his pants.
There can be no question that the pair were in fact, most exquisitely ticklish. With the first phase of the test completed, Dr. Marcus gave a silent nod to his assistant. The intern tossed the peacock feather aside and picked up a primary feather from a hawk. This was long, somewhat narrow (1 inch wide) grey and white, with a black tip. He walked over to the middle of Nicole's examination table. He touched the black tip to her left breast, just underneath on the fold, and pulled it slowly across the underside. Nicole giggled at this change of ticklish location. He repeated this on her right breast as well. Then he moved the feather in between her separated cleavage and made leisurely up and down strokes in between her jiggling breasts. The assistant put the black tip of the feather in his mouth and moistened it. The tip was now wet and more pointed, he applied it two inches from her right areola and drew a wet circle around it. This tickled worse than before because the wetness was cooler to the touch and lingered on her soft skin. As he made smaller and smaller circles, her giggles slowly mutated into moans of pleasure, punctuated by the occasional nervous titter. He teased her nipple with the feather's wet, black tip. Nicole was moaning more and more now. The intern then turned the feather over and ran the pointy end, along the sides of her swelling nipple, coaxing it to full erection. Nicole moaned again. How she wanted to move her hands! He switched breasts and teased her other nipple to erection as well. Melanie recognized the look on Nicole's face and rather envied her sister. She needn't had...
Dr. Marcus brushed the ostrich feather across Melanie's midriff and over her ribs. All Melanie could do was to push in her diaphragm and try to escape the plumes touch. Her stomach would concave somewhat, but it seemed to make her all the more ticklish when the feather did finally make contact. Once it did touch, she couldn't help but laugh, which of course pushed her stomach out again. She was caught in a vicious cycle which seemed to have no end. When a ticklish area did become saturated, non-effectual, Dr. Marcus would intersperse with finger tickling. He wiggled his fingers, always varying the touch from just barely touching her, to gently rolling and kneading his fingers over the taught muscles in her hips. Melanie giggled and laughed uncontrollably. Nicole, seeing her sister's face in a continual stream off laughter, was now because of it, pushed her towards sexual excitement. Was this possible? It was all so confusing! Nicole felt a feathery tickle around her pubes... heard Melanie laughing, saw tears running down her cheeks. The conflicting signals for Nicole were beginning to converge.
Nicole's legs (as was Melanie's) were already spread pretty far apart. She felt a light feathery touch on her shaved labium. At first she wasn't entirely sure she was feeling it. There were so many sensations coming in at once and she was afraid of giving it much attention, for fear it would overpower her. It started at her perineum and swirled over her outer lips, ending at her mons pubis. It was a single, gentle, fleeting pass, like a cool breeze on a hot day. Then it happened again, a slow pass, from bottom to top. It was a large tickle area, as she could feel the edges brush past her inner legs. Again, again... each pass got faster and more contrasting. It sent a shiver up her spine. She ached to arch her back, to increase the pressure, but she couldn't. Then it stopped... and was replaced by a maddening tickle around her toes. Generally, a tickle is random and unexpected. This was different. This was like a ball of feathers, densely packed. She felt it under her toes. In her somewhat weakened state, Nicole emitted a frail giggle. The feather ball pushed through in between her second and middle toe. This would have made Nicole jump if she could, but in her bound condition it was more like an electric shock. Nicole exploded with laughter. She half expected this sudden tickle burst to end but no, she felt the feather ball pull though her toes continually, in a steady stream of most intense tickling. She laughed as hard as she had ever laughed in her entire life. Like an escalator that wouldn't stop, the 5 foot feathered boa slowly slithered past her ticklish toes.
Melanie had barely enough time to recover from the tummy tickling when she too felt a tickling itch on her genitalia. She sucked in a quick breath, then held it in an effort to relax and regain some control. This tickle was smaller and well defined, like one that would come from a small feather or artist's work brush. She felt it slowly trace a line around the perimeter of her Labia majora. Melanie hummed softly to herself and quietly giggled sporadically. Then she felt a tickle on the fold of her Labia minora. She took in a long controlled breath and tried to relax. The feather leisurely traced the fold all the way around her Labia minora, occasionally tickling it apart. Melanie caught herself breathing faster and harder. She could hear the blood swishing in her ears. Nicole saw her sister's eyes roll back in the head, then close as she continued her fit of hysterical laughing. Hearing Nicole laugh like that, feeling the persistent tickle on her vulva, pushed Melanie to orgasm faster and harder than she had ever known before. The tickle slowly approached her prepuce, then lingered there, tickling it from side to side. She bit her lower lip. Melanie felt her pelvic muscles contracting. She wanted to close her legs so badly, to do it herself. Melanie clenched her fists and balled up her feet. She felt the wetness as the feather fondled her reddening clitoris. Slowly up and down.... She was coming... feather tickling faster... inescapable... Nicole laughing like that... clitoris engorged... tickling... burning... unrelenting... uterus... a wave of contractions... Ahhh!.... AHHH!.... AHHHH!!... heart racing... tickling orgasm... OH MY GOD!!!... wet creamy cum... trickling past her contracting vagina... OH MY GOD!... release... heavy breathing... slowing...
........
Nicole read the copy of the report again that was given to both her and Melanie. She read the orgasm part over and over, and in her mind made every detail in it her own orgasm as well. Because it was. The young assistant had done the same to her. She glanced down at the bottom of the page.
Test report case 6739573... Dr. Marcus
Successful simulation on all accounts. Cause and effect as it relates between the twin subjects Melanie and Nicole are uncertain. The results of the test are inconclusive. More tests on the pair are required.
"What...what's going on?" Melanie was slowly coming out of the fog of artificial sleep. "Everything is OK... you have done very well." reassured Dr. Marcus.
Then Nicole awoke, "Melanie?" Nicole looked scared. "I can't move!"
"Neither can I" Melanie said. She pulled on the restraints. "You better explain doctor."
"You both signed the papers," Dr. Marcus said, "I guess you should have looked at the fine print..." he suppressed a chuckle.
He walked to the bottom of Nicole's table and carefully removed the slipper from her right foot.
"Doctor? What are you doing? Please put my slipper back on... I'm perfectly... hehe" He ran a fingernail slowly across the length of her sole. Melanie looked at her sister's face as she quickly recovered from the unexpected tickle.
"Don't let the bastard win." Melanie whispered.
She could see the panicked look on Nicole's face, her eyes were wide and dilated... They both knew it was hopeless.
He pulled out a stiff turkey feather from the desk drawer... it was a tail feather... long...wide... black, with a white tip on the end. He dragged the white part of it from her heel to the ball of her foot. Nicole's face crinkled. Melanie sent her sister mental will power... he brushed the feather from side to side, tickling the ball of her foot. Nicole emitted an angry giggle/groan... Melanie bit her lower lip. He moved the feather in between her toes, crisscrossing over and under each toe. Nicole lost the fight and began to giggle nervously. He reached with his free hand and began to scratch her soles with his fingernails as he continued to tickle her toes with the turkey feather. hahaha HAHAHA !!! Nicole laughed uncontrollably. Melanie could only shout out,
"Nicole! Nicole! Oh please doctor! Stop it, STOP IT!"
"WAAHHHH HAHAHA!!!!
She tried to free herself and rescue her sister. But all she could do was watch the tickling agony on her face.
Then the tickling suddenly stopped. Dr. Marcus walked over to the bottom of Melanie's table as Nicole's laughter slowly subsided. Melanie felt the cool air on her left foot as the slipper was gently removed. He fanned the turkey feather over her heel. Nicole was only just now in a position to watch the reaction on Melanie's face, having gained some composure. Melanie grunted a disapproving noise. She closed her eyes. The feather zigzagging back and forth, slowly...lightly... creeping up her sole. It was Nicole's turn for mutual support now...
"It is worse to close your eyes Melanie..." Nicole said. "When you close your eyes, all you have is the sensation."
Melanie was fighting to keep that tickling sensation in check. Nicole could tell by the look on Melanie's face that she was losing the battle. As the feather lazily made it's way to her toes, Melanie was in trouble. Nicole could see it. Melanie could feel it. She knew that when the feather reached her toes, it would be over. She felt light tickles tracing the ball of her foot. Melanie was so mad. She just wished she could show it and not have the constant giggling send a mixed message.
"Why you little cree-hehe-p ha ha ha ha!"
She felt the feather kissing the bottoms of her toes, felt the feather rebound as it flexed, just as a stick would do on a picket fence. She spread her toes apart. Has much as she hated to admit it (and she never would, not even to her twin) secretly, she loved it. The release of losing that false sense of control thrilled her. Melanie relaxed her grip on trying to keep the tickling sensation in check and laughed freely, hysterically. Nicole was horrified and intrigued all at the same time from the look at her sisters face. It was like she was seeing herself laugh in a mirror.
Nicole then felt a draft, then a tug at her clothing. It was like somebody was pealing her clothes away. She felt the coolness of the room and she knew that she was naked.
"Oh, Melanie... I...I..."
Melanie quieted her sister. "Yes I know..." her eyes sparkled.
"It's OK..."
Melanie's voice trailed off, as she too, was losing her clothing. They could only look into each others eyes and try and imagine what would happen next...
An assistant came into the room, but neither Melanie nor Nicole would ever know it.
Dr. Marcus handed the assistant a peacock feather. He himself, took an ostrich feather from the working desk. The assistant moved over to Nicole's table. Dr. Marcus remained at Melanie's table.
The intern slowly moved the peacock feather from Nicole's foot, up the inside of her leg, over her pubes, across her stomach, and over her breasts, inside her arms and armpits, ending at her chin. He made mental notes concerning any ticklish reaction as the feather passed though the various ticklish areas. Nearly all the a fore mentioned areas got positive responses. Although he knew that he must at least try to remain professional about the whole procedure, the sudden bulge in his pants betrayed his allegiance.
Melanie got the same treatment from Dr. Marcus, with pretty much the same reaction. The ostrich feather has a larger tickling surface to it than a peacock feather and Dr. Marcus made good use of this by occasionally stopping in a particularly ticklish area and swishing the feather back and forth, and each time, eliciting a string of giggles in the process. Her sides and neck her were particularly susceptible. He lingered at these places, and noted the mixture of giggles and snickers. The doctor too, found that he also, was not immune to her infectious laugh nor to the silky smooth skin that the feather probed, as witness to the sudden bulge in his pants.
There can be no question that the pair were in fact, most exquisitely ticklish. With the first phase of the test completed, Dr. Marcus gave a silent nod to his assistant. The intern tossed the peacock feather aside and picked up a primary feather from a hawk. This was long, somewhat narrow (1 inch wide) grey and white, with a black tip. He walked over to the middle of Nicole's examination table. He touched the black tip to her left breast, just underneath on the fold, and pulled it slowly across the underside. Nicole giggled at this change of ticklish location. He repeated this on her right breast as well. Then he moved the feather in between her separated cleavage and made leisurely up and down strokes in between her jiggling breasts. The assistant put the black tip of the feather in his mouth and moistened it. The tip was now wet and more pointed, he applied it two inches from her right areola and drew a wet circle around it. This tickled worse than before because the wetness was cooler to the touch and lingered on her soft skin. As he made smaller and smaller circles, her giggles slowly mutated into moans of pleasure, punctuated by the occasional nervous titter. He teased her nipple with the feather's wet, black tip. Nicole was moaning more and more now. The intern then turned the feather over and ran the pointy end, along the sides of her swelling nipple, coaxing it to full erection. Nicole moaned again. How she wanted to move her hands! He switched breasts and teased her other nipple to erection as well. Melanie recognized the look on Nicole's face and rather envied her sister. She needn't had...
Dr. Marcus brushed the ostrich feather across Melanie's midriff and over her ribs. All Melanie could do was to push in her diaphragm and try to escape the plumes touch. Her stomach would concave somewhat, but it seemed to make her all the more ticklish when the feather did finally make contact. Once it did touch, she couldn't help but laugh, which of course pushed her stomach out again. She was caught in a vicious cycle which seemed to have no end. When a ticklish area did become saturated, non-effectual, Dr. Marcus would intersperse with finger tickling. He wiggled his fingers, always varying the touch from just barely touching her, to gently rolling and kneading his fingers over the taught muscles in her hips. Melanie giggled and laughed uncontrollably. Nicole, seeing her sister's face in a continual stream off laughter, was now because of it, pushed her towards sexual excitement. Was this possible? It was all so confusing! Nicole felt a feathery tickle around her pubes... heard Melanie laughing, saw tears running down her cheeks. The conflicting signals for Nicole were beginning to converge.
Nicole's legs (as was Melanie's) were already spread pretty far apart. She felt a light feathery touch on her shaved labium. At first she wasn't entirely sure she was feeling it. There were so many sensations coming in at once and she was afraid of giving it much attention, for fear it would overpower her. It started at her perineum and swirled over her outer lips, ending at her mons pubis. It was a single, gentle, fleeting pass, like a cool breeze on a hot day. Then it happened again, a slow pass, from bottom to top. It was a large tickle area, as she could feel the edges brush past her inner legs. Again, again... each pass got faster and more contrasting. It sent a shiver up her spine. She ached to arch her back, to increase the pressure, but she couldn't. Then it stopped... and was replaced by a maddening tickle around her toes. Generally, a tickle is random and unexpected. This was different. This was like a ball of feathers, densely packed. She felt it under her toes. In her somewhat weakened state, Nicole emitted a frail giggle. The feather ball pushed through in between her second and middle toe. This would have made Nicole jump if she could, but in her bound condition it was more like an electric shock. Nicole exploded with laughter. She half expected this sudden tickle burst to end but no, she felt the feather ball pull though her toes continually, in a steady stream of most intense tickling. She laughed as hard as she had ever laughed in her entire life. Like an escalator that wouldn't stop, the 5 foot feathered boa slowly slithered past her ticklish toes.
Melanie had barely enough time to recover from the tummy tickling when she too felt a tickling itch on her genitalia. She sucked in a quick breath, then held it in an effort to relax and regain some control. This tickle was smaller and well defined, like one that would come from a small feather or artist's work brush. She felt it slowly trace a line around the perimeter of her Labia majora. Melanie hummed softly to herself and quietly giggled sporadically. Then she felt a tickle on the fold of her Labia minora. She took in a long controlled breath and tried to relax. The feather leisurely traced the fold all the way around her Labia minora, occasionally tickling it apart. Melanie caught herself breathing faster and harder. She could hear the blood swishing in her ears. Nicole saw her sister's eyes roll back in the head, then close as she continued her fit of hysterical laughing. Hearing Nicole laugh like that, feeling the persistent tickle on her vulva, pushed Melanie to orgasm faster and harder than she had ever known before. The tickle slowly approached her prepuce, then lingered there, tickling it from side to side. She bit her lower lip. Melanie felt her pelvic muscles contracting. She wanted to close her legs so badly, to do it herself. Melanie clenched her fists and balled up her feet. She felt the wetness as the feather fondled her reddening clitoris. Slowly up and down.... She was coming... feather tickling faster... inescapable... Nicole laughing like that... clitoris engorged... tickling... burning... unrelenting... uterus... a wave of contractions... Ahhh!.... AHHH!.... AHHHH!!... heart racing... tickling orgasm... OH MY GOD!!!... wet creamy cum... trickling past her contracting vagina... OH MY GOD!... release... heavy breathing... slowing...
........
Nicole read the copy of the report again that was given to both her and Melanie. She read the orgasm part over and over, and in her mind made every detail in it her own orgasm as well. Because it was. The young assistant had done the same to her. She glanced down at the bottom of the page.
Test report case 6739573... Dr. Marcus
Successful simulation on all accounts. Cause and effect as it relates between the twin subjects Melanie and Nicole are uncertain. The results of the test are inconclusive. More tests on the pair are required.
