Strelnikov
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by Strelnikov
Copyright 2003 by the author
Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)
Candice Wade
A little beauty, 18 years old, with crystal blue eyes and ash blonde hair, and a very trim and shapely body. An extrovert and sensualist, she loves to be tickled and get in ticklish situations, but if the tickling goes too far, she's out of control. Lately her lust to be tickled has grown and grown, and now she'll do anything to get tickled. She's lived with her parents and sister on Tickle Street since she was five. Her older sister Nicole is away at college.
Emily MacDonald
Emily is a fiery red-head, a petite girl with bright green eyes and shoulder-length hair the color of new copper. She's somewhat older than the rest of the senior class at TCHS – she spent a year in rehab after a car wreck. She and her widowed father moved to Tickle Street last summer. Emily is always looking for fun, even if it involves getting in trouble. Her ticklishness is her greatest weakness, she feels that it makes her too girly and weak.
Vicky and Veronica Righetti
They’re "mirror twins" - identical, but Vicky, the leader, is a lefty (Latin “sinister”) and Veronica is right handed. They’re 20 years old, medium height, with very trim and fit figures that they maintain by martial arts. They have shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, dark brows and lashes, brown eyes. They’re extremely ticklish, but since they’re a team, they don’t get tickled much.
Brittany Righetti
Brittany has lived all of her 18 years on Tickle Street. She has long, dark hair and brown eyes, a beautiful Italian face and features, curves in all the right places. She has a bit of an attitude, but it can quickly be destroyed if she's tickled. She's by far the most ticklish person on Tickle Street, and her twin older sisters Vicky and Veronica always take advantage of that.
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The minivan was parked in the driveway when Candice and Emily walked up to Brittany’s house on Sunday evening. Through the open garage door, they saw Vicky and Veronica’s black Mustang with the hood open, and the girls’ father tinkering with the engine. The other parking space was empty.
“Hi, Mr. Righetti!” Candice called out.
Mr. Righetti wiped his hands on a rag. “Hi, girls! Go on in,” he said. “Brittany isn’t here, but she’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Mrs. Righetti greeted them at the door. “Hi, come on in. I just sent Brittany to the grocery store. She’ll be back in a little while.”
From upstairs, there was a sudden burst of ticklish laughter.
“The twins are playing in their room. That sounds like Veronica,” Mrs. Righetti said. “My sister and I used to do that. It drove our dad crazy. My husband too.” She paused, then went on with a twinkle in her eye. “Why don’t you join them while you’re waiting?”
Candice grinned back as the laughter went up a notch. “We will. Come on, Emily.”
“Can she really tell the difference?” Emily asked as they climbed the stairs.
“She says she can. Now hush.”
The twins’ door was open just a little. Candice and Emily crept up and peeked in.
Vicky and Veronica were peeled down to their bras and panties, with their dark wavy hair tied back in pony tails. Veronica (her mom had been right) was on her tummy on her bed, hogtied with what appeared to be old nylons, laughing like mad. Her twin kneeled at her feet, tickling her soles enthusiastically, watching the toes twitch and curl.
As the girls watched, Vicky tickled down Veronica’s arches to the spots just in front of the heels. Veronica’s laughter went off the scale.
Candice nudged Emily and whispered, “Brittany’s feet are really ticklish there too. I wonder…”
Veronica desperately rolled herself onto her side to escape the foot tickling and laid there gasping. Vicky knee walked around her sister and started in on her ribs, producing more loud helpless laughter. Veronica’s laugh was a musical contralto, and Vicky played her ribs like a piano, getting on each ticklish rib and each sensitive space between. Candice was a conoisseur of tickling, and Emily could recognize artistry when she saw it. This was as good as it got. Veronica arched her back and laughed like a madwoman.
Now Vicky’s tickling hands moved onto Veronica’s side and tummy, and the laughter got louder. Candice nudged Emily again and whispered, “Let’s get ‘em both!”
“I dunno…” Emily whispered back.
“Sure – it’ll be fun!” Candice replied, shoved the door open and rushed in. Against her better judgement, Emily followed Candice’s lead.
They caught Vicky by surprise. She struggled, but the two wrestled her face down next to her twin. Candice straddled Vicky’s hips and lobster clawed her sides. Vicky burst out laughing and her resistance stopped, tickled right out of her.
Emily scanned the room. There – in the corner – a pile of nylons. She grabbed a pair, saw that there was a big run in one leg. A house full of women produces a lot of old nylons; the twins kept them and put them to good use.
Candice and Emily hogtied the struggling girl next to her twin.
The twins struggled against their bonds, but to no avail. “Turn us loose!” Vicky said angrily. “MO-OM!”
“She suggested that we join you – save your breath,” Emily said.
“And you’re gonna need it!” Candice added, and rolled Veronica back onto her tummy.
Candice kneeled on the bed at Veronica’s feet and positioned her knees on either side of her victim’s to prevent a roll-over. Emily did the same with Vicky.
“Let’s see if they’re the same,” Candice said. “Start at her toes.”
“OK,” Emily answered. “Three, two, one, go!”
The twins laughed like mad as both girls tickled between their toes. Candice and Emily held the toes back and tickled under them, then onto the stretched out soles. They kept pace, tickling the exact center of each sole, then the balls of the feet, then back under the toes again. The twins’ stereo laughter filled the room in a musical ticklish duet.
The girls released the toes and tickled down the twins’ arches two-handed, drawing circles and figure-eight’s, then onto the heels. The twins had stopped struggling and just laid there, laughing helplessly.
“Now – THE SPOT!” Candice said, and the girls tickled up onto the twins’ arches, just in front of their heels, fingers flying. The twins’ laughter went off the scale. They howled with forced mirth, laughing at the top of their lungs.
Candice tickled Veronica into red-faced silent laughter, then stopped tickling and signaled Emily to do the same.
“I wonder if Veronica is more ticklish,” Candice said, flexing her fingers, “or if I’m just a better tickler than you are.”
“When we…” Vicky said.
“…get loose…” Veronica gasped.
“…you’re both gonna get it!” they finished together.
“Let’s find out,” Emily said. “If they’ve got enough breath to threaten us, they’ve got enough breath to laugh some more.”
They traded places. Vicky and Veronica didn’t beg – they knew it wouldn’t do any good, and they weren’t about to give these two the satisfaction.
“Learn from a master,” Candice said.
“If you call me “grasshopper”, I’ll slap you silly… Never mind,” Emily finished hastily when she saw the bewildered look on Candice’s face. “Ready? GO!”
Candice and Emily started at the toes again, fingernails scratching and scrabbling the ticklish flesh. This time, Vicky did seem to be laughing harder – maybe Candice was a better tickler. Emily hated to be outdone – she picked up the pace on Veronica, and the twins sang again in ticklish two-part harmony. The girls tickled the arches, THE SPOT, the heels – the twins laughed wildly, helplessly, while time expanded and the tickling filled their universe. Then back to THE SPOT, and Vicky and Veronica laughed themselves breathless at exactly the same time.
“Mind if I join you?” Brittany asked from the doorway.
Emily startled, looked at her friend. “How long have you been there?” she asked.
“Ten minutes maybe,” she replied. “Good job, both of you – absolutely first rate!”
“Cut… us… loose…” Veronica gasped. Both twins were sweaty and out of breath. Vicky’s pony tail had come loose – her hair was in tangles around her head.
“In a little while,” Brittany said. “What brings you two over here?”
Candice and Emily stood up and stretched. “We were gonna tell you about the Science Fiction convention,” Emily said.
“But we got distracted,” Candice added.
“So I see,” Brittany said. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her fingers. “Well, save it. This opportunity is too good to pass up.” She kneeled between her sisters.
“WE”RE GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS, BRITTANY!” the twins shouted.
“That’s then – and this is now,” she replied. “I’m gonna really enjoy this!”
Brittany reached down and tickled both twins on their sides. Her tickling hands roamed up and down her sisters’ sides and ribs, and the twins howled with laughter. They tickled her a lot – had done it for years – now they were gonna get theirs!
Both twins rolled onto their sides to escape the tickling, away from Brittany. That just gave her a chance to tickle their tummies. She circled a single fingernail around each twin’s navel, and their laughter went off the chart. Candice and Emily watched appreciatively – Brittany had tickled both of them too, and they knew that she was very, very good. Maybe they could learn something from her.
Brittany kept the twins laughing until they thought they would go crazy, then gave them a breather. Both twins were red faced, sweaty and breathless – by now, Veronica’s pony tail had come loose too. Brittany shifted position to face aft, rolled them back onto their tummies, tied together the free ends of the bonds on their ankles. Now they were laying in a narrow “V” shape, with Brittany kneeling between them. All four feet faced her, exposed to her fiendish fingers.
“Tickle tickle!” Brittany said, and scrabbled her nails on the twins’ heels. They laughed helplessly as she tickled up their arches to their soles. Their toes twitched and curled as she tickled the soles, side to side. Brittany, like Veronica (and, for that matter, their mother) was a foot tickler by preference. Years of practice on her cousin Joanna, and more recently with the Ancient and Honorable Society of Vellatrices (Tickle Street Chapter) had given her a high level of skill. Under her tickling fingers, the twins lapsed into ticklish delirium. All ability to resist, or even form a coherent thought, was tickled right out of them. All they could do was laugh… and laugh… and laugh some more, for what seemed like forever.
And then Brittany got serious. She tickled onto THE SPOT, and both twins laughed their heads off at the top of their lungs. Her fingers flew, scratching and scrabbling. The twins laughed helplessly, hopelessly, faces red, tears streaming. It was more than they could bear. They laughed themselves breathless once again.
Brittany got off the bed, found Vicky’s balisong in the litter on top of her dresser. She cut the bonds on Veronica’s wrists, closed the knife and dropped it on the bed.
“Oh… ghod…” Vicky gasped.
Brittany stepped back into her shoes. “Let’s go to your house, Emily,” she said. “We can tickle Candice, and you can tell me about your convention.” She called back to her sisters: “Bye! It’s been double the fun!”
When she got home later that night, the twins tickled her senseless, just like she had known they would. But it was worth it.
***THE END***
Copyright 2003 by the author
Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)
Candice Wade
A little beauty, 18 years old, with crystal blue eyes and ash blonde hair, and a very trim and shapely body. An extrovert and sensualist, she loves to be tickled and get in ticklish situations, but if the tickling goes too far, she's out of control. Lately her lust to be tickled has grown and grown, and now she'll do anything to get tickled. She's lived with her parents and sister on Tickle Street since she was five. Her older sister Nicole is away at college.
Emily MacDonald
Emily is a fiery red-head, a petite girl with bright green eyes and shoulder-length hair the color of new copper. She's somewhat older than the rest of the senior class at TCHS – she spent a year in rehab after a car wreck. She and her widowed father moved to Tickle Street last summer. Emily is always looking for fun, even if it involves getting in trouble. Her ticklishness is her greatest weakness, she feels that it makes her too girly and weak.
Vicky and Veronica Righetti
They’re "mirror twins" - identical, but Vicky, the leader, is a lefty (Latin “sinister”) and Veronica is right handed. They’re 20 years old, medium height, with very trim and fit figures that they maintain by martial arts. They have shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, dark brows and lashes, brown eyes. They’re extremely ticklish, but since they’re a team, they don’t get tickled much.
Brittany Righetti
Brittany has lived all of her 18 years on Tickle Street. She has long, dark hair and brown eyes, a beautiful Italian face and features, curves in all the right places. She has a bit of an attitude, but it can quickly be destroyed if she's tickled. She's by far the most ticklish person on Tickle Street, and her twin older sisters Vicky and Veronica always take advantage of that.
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The minivan was parked in the driveway when Candice and Emily walked up to Brittany’s house on Sunday evening. Through the open garage door, they saw Vicky and Veronica’s black Mustang with the hood open, and the girls’ father tinkering with the engine. The other parking space was empty.
“Hi, Mr. Righetti!” Candice called out.
Mr. Righetti wiped his hands on a rag. “Hi, girls! Go on in,” he said. “Brittany isn’t here, but she’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Mrs. Righetti greeted them at the door. “Hi, come on in. I just sent Brittany to the grocery store. She’ll be back in a little while.”
From upstairs, there was a sudden burst of ticklish laughter.
“The twins are playing in their room. That sounds like Veronica,” Mrs. Righetti said. “My sister and I used to do that. It drove our dad crazy. My husband too.” She paused, then went on with a twinkle in her eye. “Why don’t you join them while you’re waiting?”
Candice grinned back as the laughter went up a notch. “We will. Come on, Emily.”
“Can she really tell the difference?” Emily asked as they climbed the stairs.
“She says she can. Now hush.”
The twins’ door was open just a little. Candice and Emily crept up and peeked in.
Vicky and Veronica were peeled down to their bras and panties, with their dark wavy hair tied back in pony tails. Veronica (her mom had been right) was on her tummy on her bed, hogtied with what appeared to be old nylons, laughing like mad. Her twin kneeled at her feet, tickling her soles enthusiastically, watching the toes twitch and curl.
As the girls watched, Vicky tickled down Veronica’s arches to the spots just in front of the heels. Veronica’s laughter went off the scale.
Candice nudged Emily and whispered, “Brittany’s feet are really ticklish there too. I wonder…”
Veronica desperately rolled herself onto her side to escape the foot tickling and laid there gasping. Vicky knee walked around her sister and started in on her ribs, producing more loud helpless laughter. Veronica’s laugh was a musical contralto, and Vicky played her ribs like a piano, getting on each ticklish rib and each sensitive space between. Candice was a conoisseur of tickling, and Emily could recognize artistry when she saw it. This was as good as it got. Veronica arched her back and laughed like a madwoman.
Now Vicky’s tickling hands moved onto Veronica’s side and tummy, and the laughter got louder. Candice nudged Emily again and whispered, “Let’s get ‘em both!”
“I dunno…” Emily whispered back.
“Sure – it’ll be fun!” Candice replied, shoved the door open and rushed in. Against her better judgement, Emily followed Candice’s lead.
They caught Vicky by surprise. She struggled, but the two wrestled her face down next to her twin. Candice straddled Vicky’s hips and lobster clawed her sides. Vicky burst out laughing and her resistance stopped, tickled right out of her.
Emily scanned the room. There – in the corner – a pile of nylons. She grabbed a pair, saw that there was a big run in one leg. A house full of women produces a lot of old nylons; the twins kept them and put them to good use.
Candice and Emily hogtied the struggling girl next to her twin.
The twins struggled against their bonds, but to no avail. “Turn us loose!” Vicky said angrily. “MO-OM!”
“She suggested that we join you – save your breath,” Emily said.
“And you’re gonna need it!” Candice added, and rolled Veronica back onto her tummy.
Candice kneeled on the bed at Veronica’s feet and positioned her knees on either side of her victim’s to prevent a roll-over. Emily did the same with Vicky.
“Let’s see if they’re the same,” Candice said. “Start at her toes.”
“OK,” Emily answered. “Three, two, one, go!”
The twins laughed like mad as both girls tickled between their toes. Candice and Emily held the toes back and tickled under them, then onto the stretched out soles. They kept pace, tickling the exact center of each sole, then the balls of the feet, then back under the toes again. The twins’ stereo laughter filled the room in a musical ticklish duet.
The girls released the toes and tickled down the twins’ arches two-handed, drawing circles and figure-eight’s, then onto the heels. The twins had stopped struggling and just laid there, laughing helplessly.
“Now – THE SPOT!” Candice said, and the girls tickled up onto the twins’ arches, just in front of their heels, fingers flying. The twins’ laughter went off the scale. They howled with forced mirth, laughing at the top of their lungs.
Candice tickled Veronica into red-faced silent laughter, then stopped tickling and signaled Emily to do the same.
“I wonder if Veronica is more ticklish,” Candice said, flexing her fingers, “or if I’m just a better tickler than you are.”
“When we…” Vicky said.
“…get loose…” Veronica gasped.
“…you’re both gonna get it!” they finished together.
“Let’s find out,” Emily said. “If they’ve got enough breath to threaten us, they’ve got enough breath to laugh some more.”
They traded places. Vicky and Veronica didn’t beg – they knew it wouldn’t do any good, and they weren’t about to give these two the satisfaction.
“Learn from a master,” Candice said.
“If you call me “grasshopper”, I’ll slap you silly… Never mind,” Emily finished hastily when she saw the bewildered look on Candice’s face. “Ready? GO!”
Candice and Emily started at the toes again, fingernails scratching and scrabbling the ticklish flesh. This time, Vicky did seem to be laughing harder – maybe Candice was a better tickler. Emily hated to be outdone – she picked up the pace on Veronica, and the twins sang again in ticklish two-part harmony. The girls tickled the arches, THE SPOT, the heels – the twins laughed wildly, helplessly, while time expanded and the tickling filled their universe. Then back to THE SPOT, and Vicky and Veronica laughed themselves breathless at exactly the same time.
“Mind if I join you?” Brittany asked from the doorway.
Emily startled, looked at her friend. “How long have you been there?” she asked.
“Ten minutes maybe,” she replied. “Good job, both of you – absolutely first rate!”
“Cut… us… loose…” Veronica gasped. Both twins were sweaty and out of breath. Vicky’s pony tail had come loose – her hair was in tangles around her head.
“In a little while,” Brittany said. “What brings you two over here?”
Candice and Emily stood up and stretched. “We were gonna tell you about the Science Fiction convention,” Emily said.
“But we got distracted,” Candice added.
“So I see,” Brittany said. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her fingers. “Well, save it. This opportunity is too good to pass up.” She kneeled between her sisters.
“WE”RE GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS, BRITTANY!” the twins shouted.
“That’s then – and this is now,” she replied. “I’m gonna really enjoy this!”
Brittany reached down and tickled both twins on their sides. Her tickling hands roamed up and down her sisters’ sides and ribs, and the twins howled with laughter. They tickled her a lot – had done it for years – now they were gonna get theirs!
Both twins rolled onto their sides to escape the tickling, away from Brittany. That just gave her a chance to tickle their tummies. She circled a single fingernail around each twin’s navel, and their laughter went off the chart. Candice and Emily watched appreciatively – Brittany had tickled both of them too, and they knew that she was very, very good. Maybe they could learn something from her.
Brittany kept the twins laughing until they thought they would go crazy, then gave them a breather. Both twins were red faced, sweaty and breathless – by now, Veronica’s pony tail had come loose too. Brittany shifted position to face aft, rolled them back onto their tummies, tied together the free ends of the bonds on their ankles. Now they were laying in a narrow “V” shape, with Brittany kneeling between them. All four feet faced her, exposed to her fiendish fingers.
“Tickle tickle!” Brittany said, and scrabbled her nails on the twins’ heels. They laughed helplessly as she tickled up their arches to their soles. Their toes twitched and curled as she tickled the soles, side to side. Brittany, like Veronica (and, for that matter, their mother) was a foot tickler by preference. Years of practice on her cousin Joanna, and more recently with the Ancient and Honorable Society of Vellatrices (Tickle Street Chapter) had given her a high level of skill. Under her tickling fingers, the twins lapsed into ticklish delirium. All ability to resist, or even form a coherent thought, was tickled right out of them. All they could do was laugh… and laugh… and laugh some more, for what seemed like forever.
And then Brittany got serious. She tickled onto THE SPOT, and both twins laughed their heads off at the top of their lungs. Her fingers flew, scratching and scrabbling. The twins laughed helplessly, hopelessly, faces red, tears streaming. It was more than they could bear. They laughed themselves breathless once again.
Brittany got off the bed, found Vicky’s balisong in the litter on top of her dresser. She cut the bonds on Veronica’s wrists, closed the knife and dropped it on the bed.
“Oh… ghod…” Vicky gasped.
Brittany stepped back into her shoes. “Let’s go to your house, Emily,” she said. “We can tickle Candice, and you can tell me about your convention.” She called back to her sisters: “Bye! It’s been double the fun!”
When she got home later that night, the twins tickled her senseless, just like she had known they would. But it was worth it.
***THE END***
