CYOTS- Choose-your-own-Tickle-Street Pt. 3

So you chose....


TO GO TO ANNE'S HOUSE



You quickly change into a cute little outfit. A yellowish flower print sleeveless top with tiny, thin straps, tight-fitting dark blue jeans, and and a pair of comfy sandals without socks. You sneak out the door and head outside.

It's surprisingly cool for August, with rain-clouds hanging impendingly over your head. Luckily Anne just lives a couple houses away, and you decide to go check up on her.

You luckily make it to her house just as a few raindrops began to pitter-patter on the dry concrete.

You ring her doorbell, and wait a few seconds before Anne's mother opens the door.

"Hey Brittany," she greets you warmly with a huge smile.

"Hi," you reply with an equally warm smile.

"Your probably looking for Anne," she says as you enter the house, "oh yes, she's down in the basement with her brothers, you can just go down there," she told you and went off back to the kitchen.

So you politely take your sandals off at the door, as to not get their wooden floors wet, and make your way down to their basement.

She opened up the door, and walked down the slightly spiralling staircase which led to their unfurnished basement. The stairs slightly creaked as you walked down them, and you suddenly hear a burst of shrill giggles, it must be Anne! You now start lightly jogging down the stairs. She finally got to the end of the stairs, and to her surprise she saw...

Anne pinned to the ground, with her older brother Josh straddling her hips, and her little brother Jim holding her arms above her head.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" Josh taunted, as he wiggled his fingers into her tummy again, tickling her flat abs through her shirt.

"Heeehehehehehe!!" Anne burst into girlish giggles, trying to thrash around, but being only able to kick.

As Jim held her arms up, he would try to sneak a tickle in on her bare, smooth armpits, making her giggles double.

"S-stoop itheheheheheeeJooosshhh!!!" Anne begged, but kept giggling as her older brother's fingers went crazy on her abs.

But all of a sudden Josh stops, and Anne is silent, as all three turn and look at you, standing there with your mouth gaping open.

What do you do??????

"Hi, guys! What'cha doin'?" you say.

"Er... Nothing!" says Josh.

"Well, let me help you then," you say. "You're neglecting her feet."

"Brittany! No!" shouts Anne. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" as you dig into her soft bare soles.

Josh gets up. You shift your grip, taking Anne's ankles in an arm lock. "Tickle, tickle!" you say.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

You're so intent that you don't notice that the boys have duct taped Anne's wrists together and taped them to the leg of the old sofa in the basement. They sneak up behind you, bulldog you down to the floor, and hogtie you (remember, they grew up on a riverboat - they know how to tie knots.)

"Hey! What are you doing?" you ask, even though you know the answer.

Jim says, "Look, Brittany's feet are dirty. Guess we'll have to tickle them clean."

"Sounds good to me," says Josh.

"NO! Anne! Help!"

"I wouldn't help you even if I could," says Anne. "You deserve this."

"Josh! Stahahap! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" as Josh runs his fingernails up and down your upturned soles.

Jim goes over to Anne. "Tickle music!" he says. "Let's have stereo," and he starts in again on Anne's feet.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

And now both girls are laughing their heads off. It DOES kinda sound like music, and the boys play their feet like pianos.

Will Mom intervene? Will Anne and Brittany pee their pants? Tune in next time for the next thrilling installment of....

Choose Your Own Tickle Street!


Strelnikov

"Tickle music" hehe