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All I want for Christmas is Tickles (Step dad, Step daughter, taboo, sexual)

VivianLove

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Hi boys and girls! You all have been so good to me, reading my stories, giving me feedback, chatting with me about them. I owe you more than you could possibly know. So as a small token of what you all mean to me, I've decided to share my newest story with YOU and ONLY YOU! This one will not be published in E-book or paperback. This one is just for you fellow tickle lovers! Please let me know what you think and be sure to check out my other works on Amazon! :) :) :)

https://www.amazon.com/Vivian-Love/e/B01HNVR1SW/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Chapter One

There is nothing quite as magical as the night before Christmas in Aspen, Colorado. The moon bright above the mountains, snow as delicate as confectioners’ sugar falling steadily to the ground, air so crisp you’d think it was the dawn of time. A roaring fire keeping an isolated log cabin warm. Sierra watched the fireplace from the dining room table, almost hypnotized. A knot of wood crackled and burst, sending sparks in the air.
“Sierra? Sierra? Hello, earth to Sierra?”
Vaguely aware that her name was being called, she shook her head and turned towards her mother, sitting across the dining table.
“Sorry, guess I drifted off to la-la land there for a minute.” She smiled brightly, the kind of smile only a nineteen year old teenager could manage to pull off. It was returned by Miranda, who, at thirty four years old, could easily pass for something closer to her daughter’s age.
“Could you please pass the mashed potatoes?”
Sierra smiled again, scooped up the big bowl and reached across the table, where her mother met her in the middle to take it. They settled back in their seats. Sierra poked at the peas on her plate with a fork.
“Anyway, as I was saying, the best thing you could do for that ankle is keep it elevated, and keep some ice on it.” It was Travis, Miranda’s second husband, and Sierra’s step dad.
“I don’t know.” Sierra shrugged. “It really doesn’t hurt that bad.”
Earlier in the day, when the sun was at its absolute apex, the small family had gone out skiing. It was an annual tradition, if you can call it that after only two years. Last year, and so far this year, Sierra, her mom, and her step dad kept to the bunny slopes, content to make a nice easy time of skiing. They were, after all, there for the ambiance. But Sierra, who was prone to becoming bored easily, decided to try her skills out on an intermediate slope. Her mother would hear nothing of it. Sierra would always roll her eyes, thinking that here she was, all of nineteen years old, and still being treated as if she were a toddler. Well, moms will be moms, she reminded herself. Luckily for her, Travis was not quite as overprotective.
“Ah come on, let her try it out. What’s the worst that could happen?” He had said. This earned him a furtive look from his wife, who seemed all but prepared to spout out a never ending list of all the worst things that could happen. Before she had a chance to, Travis turned to Sierra. “You’ll be careful, won’t you sweetheart?”
Sierra’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Of course I will!” And before her mother could get a word in edge wise, Sierra was already pulling her goggles down and taking off.
Miranda and Travis watched from the top of the slope as Sierra picked up speed. Miranda let out a long breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in, thinking that yes, she was too overprotective, and yes, Sierra would be fine. At this point, Sierra was only a little dot in the distance, her red parka contrasting sharply off the snow. She was far away down the slope now, but not so far that her parents couldn’t see when she toppled over.
It looked worse than it was. She had simply picked up too much speed, lost control, and tumbled forward, ass overhead, several times. It wasn’t the first time she’d fallen skiing, and she knew enough to not let her body fly out of control. She controlled the fall, and after three or four somersaults, she glided to a stop. All things considered, it wasn’t too bad. Her ankle smarted something fierce, and when she pried her boot off, she saw that it had already begun to swell at least twice its size.
Working around a large piece of ham in his mouth, Travis said, “Yep, it doesn’t hurt too badly because it’s swollen and numb. Give it some time and that doggy will be barking.”
Sierra lifted the foot in question and crossed it over her lap. Upon getting back up to the cabin, they had wrapped her ankle in medicine tape and put a bag of ice on it. The bag of ice was gone now, but the tape remained, tight enough that it almost cut off her circulation. Her normally pale foot was almost the color of her bright red toenails.
Travis looked down at his plate, suddenly very interested in his vegetables. He tried not to look at his step daughter’s foot. Not because it was mangled or swollen, but because it was beautiful. Travis had learned he had a foot fetish when he was only a boy, and was never shy about it. Indeed nothing could fire him up more than Miranda’s feet in his lap. He loved to stroke them, massage them, tickle them, and kiss them. The fact that his step daughters feet were just short of perfect and looked exactly like her mother’s was something that made Travis bite his lower lip. He felt his loins stir against his better will, and tried to think about something else.
“I’d say the swelling has gone down quite a bit,” Sierra said academically, as if she were the be-all-end-all knowledge of sports rehab. “Don’t you think so?”
Before Travis knew what was happening, his stepdaughter plopped her foot right in his lap for his appraisal. He practically jumped out of his skin, then managed to get himself under control. He lifted her tiny foot gently in his palm.
“A little, but it’s still pretty swollen,” he said. As he set her foot back in his lap his thumbnail dragged lightly up her sole.
Sierra squealed, as if she had been goosed from behind.
Her mother, who had been working on cutting off a rather large portion of ham, looked up at the noise. “What was that honey?” She inquired.
Pulling her foot back down under the table, Sierra giggled and said, “Oh nothing. Travis just tickled my foot a little is all.”
Travis. Sierra had always called him Travis. Having only been a part of her life since she was seventeen, they all agreed she was too old to call him dad, or god forbid, daddy. And Travis, being thirty eight himself and never having any young ones of his own, thought that was just fine.
“Uh oh,” Miranda said teasingly. She smirked at Travis and pointed a level fork at her daughter. “You’ve got to be careful around this one hon, she’s about as ticklish as the day is long.”
“Mom?!” Sierra ejaculated, as if she had just revealed her deepest darkest secret to the whole world. And in a way she had. Miranda wasn’t exaggerating when she proclaimed that her daughter was as ticklish as the day is long. If anything, that was a dramatic understatement. Miranda’s favorite form of torment when Sierra was young was to pin her to the ground and tickle her mercilessly, grinning like a hyena while her tiny daughter laughed and squealed and begged. Of course Sierra had grown too old for that to be effective anymore, and Miranda had forgotten about it.
But Sierra hadn’t. What she considered to be the blossoming of her sexuality begun with her perusing the internet and coming across tickling pictures and videos. At first they scared her, even repulsed her, as almost all things of a sexual nature do to those first learning of them. But the images were never far out of her mind, and as she grew older she began experimenting with it, growing more and more comfortable with herself. By the time she turned seventeen she knew she had a tickling fetish. She hadn’t had a serious boyfriend, but she did go on casual dates here and there. Every time she would do everything possible to try and be tickled by the boys. In a nutshell, it simply drove her nuts.
“So Sierra is ticklish hm?” Travis said with a grin beginning to play on his face. “That’s good to know. I’ll have to store that one away in the ole filing cabinet.” He tapped the side of his head to punctuate the statement.
“Don’t you get any ideas mister,” Sierra countered, pointing an accusing finger at him. “I warn you, I’m a screamer.”
Travis laughed heartily and shrugged. “Wouldn’t matter up here. As you know, we are quite isolated up here in the mountains. Our closest neighbor is…” he turned to Miranda for help. “Two miles, three?”
Miranda shrugged one shoulder. “Something like that.” She turned her attention back to the ham that was seeming to outsmart her, and the conversation ended. Miranda likely forgot it immediately, in one ear and out the other. But not Travis and Sierra. With his love of feet and her love of being tickled, that short conversation resonated with them. They glanced quickly at each other and smiled bashfully, the way two star struck teenagers might look at each other. They both felt a primal warmth in their lower bellies that had nothing at all to do with holiday cheer.

Chapter Two

Half an hour later, the flames were beginning to dwindle down in the fireplace. Sierra and her parents leaned back in their chairs, happily digesting their pre-Christmas meal. Nobody spoke. They were quite content to relax and simply enjoy each other’s company. Day after tomorrow they would be heading back down the mountain, back to their normal lives, their regularly scheduled programming, where Travis worked seventy hours a week as a lawyer, Miranda worked part time at a local bookstore, and Sierra just tried to navigate the perils of high school one day at a time. They would all be busy with their own activities and their own problems, so they savored the time they got to spend together up in the mountains, away from it all, having nothing but each other.
It was Miranda who finally broke the silence. “Who’s ready for dessert?” She asked excitedly, clapping her hands together. Sierra and Travis only groaned, having gorged themselves to the limit on holiday ham already.
“Oh don’t be a bunch of spoil sports,” she said, getting up from the table. Sierra and Travis exchanged bemused looks, then quickly snapped to attention when they heard Miranda shriek.
“What? Did you see a mouse?” Travis asked, several shades above curious, but below interested.
“No! I must have forgotten the dessert!” She proclaimed. Miranda spun on her heels, facing her husband and daughter, hands to her cheeks like an outraged maiden, which Sierra knew she sometimes could be.
Travis waved it off. “No big deal honey, I think we’re all stuffed anyways.” He patted his stomach affectionately, which even after a massive meal was still smooth and flat. And why shouldn’t it be? Between his career, wife, and step daughter, Travis somehow managed to get in two hundred sit ups and a hundred pushups a day. It did wonders for his already chiseled physique, and it was something that was not lost on Sierra in the slightest.
“No, no no! It has to be perfect. It has to be!” Miranda squealed, stomping her foot like a child throwing a temper tantrum. “Christmas in Aspen just has to be absolutely perfect!” She punctuated this by swiping her purse off the counter and throwing it over her shoulder.
“And just where do you think you’re going young lady?” Travis asked, already knowing the answer.
“I’m going into town to pick up dessert. I won’t have this Christmas ruined by my inability to remember something so simple.” She said.
“Awe come on mom,” Sierra pitched in. “Really, it’s not big deal. This Christmas is already perfect.” She flashed her award winning smile, and for a moment, it seemed to work. Miranda regarded her, smiled, and made as if to unsling her purse. But at the last minute she shook her head and regained her resolve.
“Not yet it’s perfect. But it will be. I’ll be back in a half hour.”
Sierra and Travis glanced at each other as if to ask, who’s going to stop her? You, or me? Travis decided to try.
“Honey, it’s snowing out there. It’s thirty miles into town and with this weather you’ll be at least an hour, probably closer to two. Just stay in with us, we can go out to the store tomorrow.”
It certainly sounded reasonable enough, but Miranda was having none of it. She was already heading for the door. “I’ll be back in a half hour,” she repeated. After she stepped through the front door and closed it behind her, Travis and Sierra looked at each other again, sighed, then burst out laughing.

Chapter Three

“Oh that mother of yours.” Fifteen minutes had passed. Sierra and Travis sat on opposite ends of the couch in front of the fireplace. They each had a book in their hands, but were getting very little reading done. Instead they were both watching the fire crackle and dance, hypnotized.
“She is something else all right,” Sierra agreed. “Once she gets an idea in her head, there’s no talking her out of it.”
Travis nodded as if he had known this his whole life. He glanced over at his stepdaughter. She had one foot tucked underneath her, the good one, and the wrapped up foot was sticking straight out, mere inches from him. She had pulled her long brunette hair back in a ponytail. She was wearing a red and green Christmas sweater that would be absolutely atrocious in any other season. It was two sizes too big for her. Her petite frame was buried underneath the folds of the sweater, as if it were a blanket. She had on gray pajama bottoms with snowflakes on them. Her bare feet stuck out beautifully from the long pants. Travis watched her delicately turn a page in her paperback with a manicured nail. Red nail polish, just like her toes. Before he knew what he was doing, he reached out and placed his hand on her toes, giving them an affectionate wiggle.
Sierra looked up at him, puzzled, but smiling.
“You’re a good kid, you know that?” Travis said, shaking her foot gently again.
“Thanks?” Sierra scrunched her face up in confusion.
Travis laughed. “I just mean you take good care of your mother. She thinks the world of you, you know.”
Sierra waved a hand. “Oh I know. She and I are like two peas in a pod.” She crossed her middle finger over her index finger to demonstrate. “We had to be, after the sperm donor walked out on us.” Just like that the conversation had turned darker than Travis wanted. He changed the subject.
“How’s your ankle feel?”
She looked down at it, as if she had forgotten it was there in the first place. “Fine, doesn’t really hurt. This tape is getting on my nerves though.”
Travis nodded. “Probably been on long enough.” With one hand he grabbed her leg just above the ankle, and with the other, he began undoing the tape, gently and with care. He tossed the discarded tape on the ground and saw that the swelling really was almost all the way gone. There was a little left around the ankle itself, but that was about it.
“Ah… that’s so much better.” Sierra exclaimed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. “That medical tape is super itchy though.”
Again, before he knew what he was doing, Travis began lightly scratching the sole of her foot where the tape had been.
Sierra yelped and jumped practically three feet in the air. “Hey!” She said playfully.
Travis felt goosebumps break out on his arms. “Oh… that’s right, you’re kinda ticklish aren’t you…”
“No!” Sierra leveled a finger at him accusingly. But she didn’t draw her foot back.
Travis wiggled his fingers in the air playfully, making a tickling gesture.
“Don’t you dare!” But she still hadn’t drawn her foot back.
With a big goofy grin, Travis tickled her foot with two fingers, causing Sierra to laugh out loud.
“Stoooop,” she said. She giggled, and let her step dad tickle her foot some more. The fact of the matter was that she had been attracted to him ever since her mother introduced him to her for the first time. For the first year or so she tried to convince herself that she wasn’t, that it was taboo. But it eventually got to the point where she couldn’t deny it. That point came one night when she awoke from a particularly steamy dream at three in the morning, drenched in sweat and breathing hard. They had been on a sparkling beach in her dream, naked and rolling around in the surf. Cliché sure, but it was the wettest dream she had ever had. Ever since that night she had fantasized about making love with her stepfather, and grown quite used to the idea.
Now, here she was, her dainty foot in his massive but caring hands. She could hardly believe it. And, best part of all, mom wasn’t here. Could this really happen? No, Sierra thought to herself. That kind of stuff only happens in romance novels and porn movies.
Across the couch, Travis was having thoughts of a similar nature.
“Okay, come on,” he said, gesturing with his free hand.
“What?” Sierra asked playfully.
“Give me that other foot. It needs some lovin’ too.” The words were out of his mouth before he even knew it, and he bit his lip hard. If his poor choice of words had an effect on Sierra, she didn’t show it.
“And why should I do that? Are you going to give me a foot massage?” She cooed. Before Travis had a chance to answer she did as she was asked, uncurling her leg and placing her foot in his lap, side by side with the other. Travis felt his flaccid penis begin to stiffen against his sweat pants.
Sierra noticed it too, and before she knew what she was even doing, she stretched her foot forward and rubbed it over his crotch. “Well, someone’s up,” she said.
The two of them paused, not quite believing what was happening. Sierra’s face flushed to a dark shade of crimson, the color of a brick building.
Travis blushed too, but he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or excitement. “Oh you know,” he blubbered incoherently, “just the angle of the pants and…” he stopped, unable to come up with any valid excuse. They looked at each other again, and burst out laughing.
Sierra wiggled her toes. “Come on, make with the foot massage mister,” she ordered. Travis secured both her ankles with one hand, and tickled her feet.
“Hahah! Hey! Sto- sto- quit!” Sierra squealed, bouncing around like a ping pong ball on the couch. The sound of her high pitched, innocent begging was enough to put Travis’s penis at full salute. It stuck straight up in the air now, creating a massive tent in his pants. Sierra leaned her head on the couch, her breath coming in minor heaves.
“Well well…” she said in a whisper, running her foot over his cock again. An involuntary shudder went down Travis’s spine, and he moaned. Sierra giggled.
“No wonder my mom likes you,” she said in awe. At this point it looked like he had a cucumber stuck in his pants. Travis didn’t know what to say to that, so he said nothing. He traced a sole finger up and down her feet, causing her to giggle softly. Travis thought it just might be the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
“Well…” Sierra said, “Should we bring him out to play?”

Chapter Four

Before either of them had a chance to think otherwise, Travis had pulled Sierra down into a laying position, and straddled her at the waist. He leaned forward to meet her lips, and paused.
“Sierra, you’re my step daughter.” He shook his head. “We can’t do this.”
Surprisingly, Sierra laughed. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” she said confidently. “And besides, we’re not related. It’s not incest or anything.”
“Yeah but…” he glanced over at the front door. “What if your mother walks in?” The look on his step daughter’s face told him she hadn’t considered that yet. Then it slowly morphed into a wicked smile.
“I like an element of danger.” She pulled her lips back to reveal her perfect pearly whites, and that was enough for Travis. He leaned down, and kissed her passionately. She put her arms around his neck and returned the kiss just as forcefully. Her lips were plump and soft. His were firm but yielding. Sierra slipped her tongue between them and caressed the inside of his mouth. Travis moaned with pleasure. He moved a hand down her side, not quite thinking about what he was doing. He went underneath the sweater she was wearing, feeling the warmth of her smooth, alabaster skin. He made to push her sweater up, and Sierra yelped.
Travis pulled back. “What is it?” he asked softly.
Sierra giggled again. “That tickles…” she said innocently.
A sadistic and knowing smile played across Travis’s face. He pulled her sweater up, exposing the beautiful flesh of her tummy. Years of middle school and high school soccer had been good for her figure.
“Does… this tickle?!” Without warning Travis dug into her sides with his fingers, poking and prodding her soft flesh and her firm muscles.
“HAHAH- No- n- nooo- Trav- Travis! Hahaha! Stoooop!” Travis blew a loud raspberry on her belly, right over her belly button, and Sierra exploded in a gale of fresh laughter. Travis joined her in laughing, loving every second of it. Sierra’s eyes were shut tight, and he could see tears of laughter forming in the corners of them.
“Wow… you really are ticklish,” he exclaimed, stating the obvious.
“Mmhhmm…” Sierra nodded. She put her arms over her head as if to stretch, and left them there. She grabbed her hands and placed them on the armrest of the couch. It looked as if she were being restrained by invisible handcuffs. Her sweater rose to the point just below her breasts, and Travis whimpered.
“You’re not done tickling you step daughter yet… are you?” She teased? For a horrible moment she froze, wondering if she made a mistake using the words step daughter. She was afraid it would snap Travis out of whatever trance he was in, and he would get cold feet.
He didn’t though. He only smiled, and leaned to whisper in her ear. “Not even close.”
Sierra squealed with laughter and sexual frustration as he tickled her belly again, running his fingers over her abdominal muscles. He gently poked her belly button, spun his finger inside it.
Sierra had a deep bellybutton. It swallowed his finger up to the first joint. Travis lifted her sweater over the swell of her breasts and admired them. She wore no bra. Her nipples were erect and as hard as diamonds. Travis pinched them between his fingers and caressed them.
A noise escaped Sierra’s throat that was something between a moan and a laugh.
“Tickles…” she said, breathing hard. Sweat began to pool above her brow. Loose strands of hair stuck to her forehead. She still held her arms straight above her head. As he played with her breasts, Travis leaned forward and kissed her again. His cock was threatening to explode in his pants. He leaned back, and pulled them down.
“Good lord…” was all Sierra could manage. She stared, wide eyed, at her step dad’s penis. It looked like a long steel rod that had been wrapped in soft flesh. He began rubbing up and down against her pajama bottoms. Travis could feel heat radiating from between her legs like a furnace. He grabbed the pants at the hips, and pulled them down, revealing silky smooth legs covered by skimpy pink underwear.
“I think you like being tickled…” Travis said, running a hand playfully between her thighs. Sierra giggled and nodded.
“Uh huh… it turns me on.” She smiled, and Travis felt another shiver go down his spine, despite the fact that he was boiling in the small cabin. He tickled her inner legs affectionately.
“Do you have a condom?” Travis asked sheepishly.
Sierra shook her head, but was still smiling. “I’m on birth control. We’ll be fine.”
Travis put his hands behind her head, lifted it gently, and slid inside her.

Chapter Five

Sierra and Travis lost themselves in a world of pure ecstasy. He was gentle, careful not to hurt her. Sierra stood a shade over five feet tall and weighed no more than a hundred and fifteen pounds. He took care of her. Travis leaned back on his heels and pulled Sierra closer. He thrust in and out, in and out. She lifted her hips to match his speed. He placed his hands on her sides for leverage.
“Ohhh… oh….. God…” Sierra closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Travis squeezed her sides sadistically, and her eyes popped open immediately as she began to laugh uncontrollably.
“Not fair! Not- no- not fair!” She yelled. But she was loving every minute of it.
“Tickle tickle!” Travis teased. He was dangerously close to coming. “Awww… is daddy’s little girl ticklish?”
“Y-ye-yes! I’m- I- I- TICKLISH!” She screamed. The hitches and tremors in her voice told Travis she had just had an orgasm. He watched her small breasts heave up and down, watched her toned belly rise and fall. He slowed down.
“Oh god... oh god…” she muttered, eyes practically rolling in her head. Travis sped up again. I think next time I’ll have to tie you up and tickle you.” He said.
Sierra looked up at him and said, “That would be amazing.” She put her hands on his chiseled pecs and squeezed hard. She felt close to coming again.
“Tie you up and tickle you from head to toe… tickle your little feet…”
“Oh god.”
“Tickle your belly, your underarms…”
“Ohhh…”
Travis had sped up to the speed of a runaway locomotive now. Sweat dripped off his body like hot oil.
“Torture your mercilessly until you’re crying and screaming and begging for- oh god!”
Travis pulled out of his step daughter quickly, just as his cock erupted. Long strands of semen shot out the tip like bullets, spraying Sierra. The bulk of it landed on her belly and breasts, but a few drips made it up to her neck and face.
“God damn… that was a lot of come.” She teased. They were both breathing hard. She began to play with the semen on her tummy. Her bellybutton had been filled with it, and she swirled it around with a manicured finger, smiling all the while. She looked up at him. “Thank you… daddy,” she said in a high pitched voice.
Travis only smiled and slapped her belly affectionately.
“Now, about this tickle torture session of mine while tied up…”
“We’ll definitely have to schedule some time for it,” Travis said.
“Can’t wait.” Sierra winked at Travis.
Outside, the snow continued to fall steadily. Inside, the fire had burned down to embers, casting an orange glow on Sierra and her stepdad.
Christmas Eve in Aspen. Magic. Nothing like it.
All but naked, covered in her step fathers semen, Sierra reached for her clothes. Travis pecked her on the cheek and reached for his own. Everything was absolutely perfect for the both of them.
Then, they heard a sound that caused them both to freeze in frantic terror. It was the unmistakable sound of a key being turned in the front door.
Mom was home.

To be continued…
 
VERY erotic and extraordinarily well written! The point where Sierra is getting aroused while Travis describes how he would tickle her as they make love was - pure genius!
 
VERY erotic and extraordinarily well written! The point where Sierra is getting aroused while Travis describes how he would tickle her as they make love was - pure genius!

Thank you sweetpea! :) You're so sweet!
 
You are a very talented writer I really enjoyed this piece and look forward to reading the rest, and to echo Milagros317 Thank You for sharing this!
 
There won’t be a sequel to this from Vivian. It was discovered that she was a guy and got banned.
 
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