War between the sisters Part One (Another newsgroup find)

lesbiantickler said:

Grounded! Michelle couldn’t believe that her parents had
grounded her, just like she was some little kid instead of a freshman at
college! Why couldn’t she have gone away to school? Then she wouldn’t
have to deal with her overbearing parents, or her annoying sister Eva.
It was all Eva’s fault, o course. The little brat had squealed to mom and
dad about Michelle coming in a few hours after curfew (what college student had
a curfew?!). And Michelle knew why Eva had tattled. She was jealous of her
older sister.
Eva had always been jealous. In high-school, Michelle had been the popular
one, with more friends than she could count, while Eva was a loner. Michelle
had lettered in both track and tennis, while Eva had rarely left the library.
Everyone considered Michelle beautiful. Her athletic 5’6” body, her long
blonde hair and deep blue eyes always made the boys drool. Eva...had the
mousy little redhead ever had a boyfriend? Michelle didn’t think so.
Part of the reason Michelle had been excited about going to college was that
she was finally getting away from her sister! Eva, who had only turned 18 a
month ago, was still a senior at Bellman High School. For the first time in
years, the two sisters wouldn’t be in the same school, and Michelle
wouldn’t be constantly embarrassed by the little loser. She wouldn’t have
to hide her head in shame when Eva walked down the hall in some hideous outfit
that hadn’t been in style for five years, or shrink into her chair in
homeroom when it was announced that Eva Shipley had won some other geek award.
But now, Eva had humiliated Michelle worse than she ever had before. Michelle
had had to tell a bunch of college girls that she couldn’t go to their party
tonight because she was grounded! They’d actually laughed at her! How was
Michelle ever going to be as popular in college as she had been in high school
if people kept laughing at her?
It was all Eva’s fault, and Eva was going to pay.
Michelle was angry enough to go into the house and slap her sister silly, but
she wouldn’t. Michelle wasn’t a violent person and couldn’t even hurt
her sister, whom she disliked more than anyone in the world. Also, that would
get back to her parents quickly, and Michelle would find herself grounded for a
year instead of two weeks.
Fortunately, Michelle knew Eva’s great weakness, one that would make
violence unnecessary. Eva was incredibly ticklish.
Michelle couldn’t remember when or how she learned about Eva’s weakness,
but she had exploited it many times over their lives. Michelle had never been
fond of her sister, and had rarely needed much of an excuse to want to torment
her. Being the oldest by 13 months and the more athletic, Michelle could
always wrestle Eva to the ground, slip a hand under her blouse, and tickle Eva
senseless.
Michelle had become an expert at tickling Eva. She knew all of her really bad
places, and the best way to attack them. And today, Michelle was going to put
that knowledge to the test. She was going to tickle Eva like never before.
Tonight would be the night. It was their parents bridge night, and they would
be gone until midnight.
Eva was watching TV, lying on her stomach in the middle of the family room,
with her feet up in the air mindlessly waving back and forth. She was wearing
only a Disney T-shirt, shorts and white cotton socks. The perfect prey.
Michelle didn’t even have to sneak up on her. When Eva focused her attention
on something, whether it was television or her homework, it took an earthquake
to distract her.
Michelle planned on being that earthquake.
Before Eva knew what was happening, Michelle was sitting on Eva’s back, her
hands plunging into Eva’s side, forcing the redhead to squeal loudly.
“Hi sis, remember me?” Michelle said gleefully, and began squeezing
Eva’s ribs, wiggling her long fingers between them, forcing Eva into laughing
loudly.
“HE ehe eHE eh ehE Ehe eh eh geehehehehtttttttt ofhehe ehe ehe
ehehheooooffffff me ehe ehe ehe he eheeheh eheh
whhehooooooorhrrrrrheheheeeeeee!!!!!!’ Eva bleated in her high-pitched
voice. Eva’s arms quickly slammed close to her body, trying to defend her
sensitive ribs. She began twisting, turning and bucking like a horse, anything
to get her sister off.
Michelle was in no danger of getting thrown. With all of her weight coming
down on Eva’s back, and with her sister held tightly between Michelle’s
firm thighs, Michelle knew Eva wasn’t going anywhere.
“Whore?” Michelle asked in pretend astonishment, “why, is that anyway to
address your loving sister?” All Eva’s arms were doing was pressing
Michelle’s hands closer to Eva’s sides. Michelle kept tickling, finding
one really bad spot halfway up on Eva’s right ribcage. She poked her fingers
into it, forcing Eva’s laughter up a notch.
“HE EHE Ee eheeh EHE Ehe ehE HEHEHE WHAAHAHAHAHAAATTT YOU AHE AHHEHE E
EehehehE ehEh WAAANNNNTTTT He ehHE eheheheh!!!???” Eva asked through her
thundering laughter, her slim body shaking from the effort.
“All I want, dearest sister, is your diary. Tell me where it is, and I’ll
stop,” Michelle said. What Michelle wanted was some dirt on her too perfect
sister, so she could get her in trouble with mom and dad. That dirt would be
in the diary that nerdy Eva had kept faithfully since sixth grade.
“HE ehe EHEHEH e e E EHE EHE EHeE EHE ehe EHEH NNOOOOOO EHEHE E Eeee HEE
NAAAWWTTTnEHE EEhe EhEH thaahahTHHAAATTTTTT aheheh hehe
pleeahaheeeessssseeeeeeeee.” Eva was kicking her legs wildly, slamming them
into the floor hard enough to make the lamp shake. Oh, this was fun!
“Yes, that,’ Michelle kept right on tickling Eva’s ribs. She wanted to
move up to Eva’s underarms, an even more ticklish spot, but Eva was shielding
them with her arms. “When they grounded me, mom and dad asked me why I
couldn’t be more like my sister. Maybe when they see that diary, they’ll
realize I’m actually the good sister!” Michelle doubted she’d find any
dirt quite that good, Eva was a goody-two-shoes, but she hoped for something
that would show mom and dad that Eva wasn’t perfect.
Eva, however, refused to surrender the location of her diary. Michelle
tickled her ribs until tears were streaming from her eyes, but Eva refused to
tell. Fine, move on to stage two.
In a lightning quick move, Michelle slid her hands under Eva’s T-shirt and
up her front. Eva’s belly glistened with perspiration, allowing Michelle to
slip her hands all the way up to Eva’s small but firm breasts. Sure enough,
Eva wasn’t wearing a bra. She rarely did while relaxing
Michelle immediately began tickling those firm breasts with the fleshy pads of
her fingers, stroking up and down.
Eva’s laughter immediately went hysterical, and her frantic attempts to get
out from under her sister doubled. Eva’s arms couldn’t defend her now, as
those tickling hands were between Eva’s soft flesh and the hard floor. All
she could do was pound her fists against the floor in futility.
“Come on, just tell me where the diary is, and I’ll stop.” Michelle was
a little surprised Eva was holding out as long as she was. Maybe there was
something in that diary actual worth reading! Than goodness Michelle had
learned years ago, after a particularly memorable attack, how hyper-ticklish
Eva’s breasts were.
Eva was howling now, laughing for all she was worth. If she wore make-up,
something Eva never did, the mascara would have been running down her face.
Her frantic squirmings, her pounding of the floor with both fist and feet had
grown less now. She was tiring. Eva always tired quickly.
“You know, Eva, maybe I’ll just tickle you like this till you pass out.
Then I’ll tie you to my bed, and tickle your pretty boobies with a feather!
How would you like that?” Michelle kept on tickling those tender breasts.
They were large enough, a ‘B’ cup bordering on ‘C’ to give Michelle
enough of a tickling surface to get five fingers on each of them. Just
perfect!
Eva bore the tickling as long as she could. Never in her life had the
consequences of surrender been so dire. In the end, the tickling, along with
Michelle’s threat of bondage (which Eva believed whole-heartedly) was too
much for her. Eva surrendered.
“HEHEEHA AHHE EHEHEE E EHEHE EHE EHEH EH E E E E EHE EH EHE EHEHEHEH EHEHE
TEEEEELLLLLLLLL EHEHE EH E EHEHE EH EH HHH EEE EHE H
TEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!” She could only blurt out the one word
amidst her laughter, but it was enough. Michelle stopped.
“OK, I’ll give you 30 seconds to tell me. If you don’t...I guess its
back to the boob tickles.”
In the end, it took more than 30 seconds for Eva to catch her breath from the
merciless tickling. Michelle waited patiently, because she knew her sisters
second great weakness was honesty. The possibility of telling a lie usually
didn’t occur to her.
And, in the end, Eva told. “In...in my...my mattress <gasp>, under
it...actually,” she said, still out of breath, “Left corner...some
stitching is lose. Reach in...there...is...”
“Thanks, squirt,” Michelle pushed Eva’s head down, and finally got off
of her. She went to Eva’s room and found the diary exactly where Eva had
said it was.
Eva could only sit up, staring at one of the white walls and continue to catch
her breath. What would happen when her hated sister read that diary and found
Eva’s one, great secret? She shuttered to think...

End Part One

“What is Eva’s great secret?”
“What will Eva do when it is revealed?”
“What is Michelle’s fate?”
That, plus flashbacks from the sister’s ticklish past, coming in...

Part Two!

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