I am male and this is not a "tickling story" because I didn't want to showcase it for the purposes of entertainment but rather through the lens of coping with something that left me a little frazzled. if you do happen to enjoy this story that's fine but I just wanted to be clear that this is a sensitive story for me and a result I opted not to put it into True Tickling Stories because I wanted to discuss the implications of what happened. the tl;dr is that I'm a man with a tickling fetish who was tickled on two separate occasions by biological female family members (all 18+). I was drunk when I let it happen both times and I feel very confused even though I'm almost in my 30s. Here's the story
when I was 20 I lived with my aunt I only met a couple years prior, and she lived alone with a single daughter who was my older cousin but who never much talked to me and wasn't very social so it didn't feel much like family. due to some hard times I had to leave the area I grew up in and the only family I knew of were them. I'll call my aunt Charlotte and my cousin Carly. they had a spare bedroom that I stayed in for the better part of nine months. this was in late 2012 to middle 2013.
being that we didn't grow up around each other, it was a little odd of a dynamic at first. started overly formal, felt like i was a guest in their home rather than family, but slowly it got to a point where I got comfortable enough to let my guard down. Carly was pretty quiet and antisocial and oftentimes wasn't home at all or was behind closed doors in her bedroom or in this walk-in closet that she and her mom shared. Aunt Charlotte worked at the DMV on M-F from like 7AM to 6PM with the drive. as a result I had a lot of time to myself in the daytime while I did freelance commission work to help pay for my food and accommodations.
the one thing that Carly and Charlotte had in common was that they both liked to drink. I learned pretty quickly into living there that Aunt Charlotte was one of those "party moms" who sees herself as more of a friend to her daughter, but since Carly was like 23 I figured it didn't matter as much. But they would both drink and party hard. I don't much like alcohol since i feel sick not long after getting drunk so I would often decline. But one night I decided to go ahead and drink with them, where normally I would retire for the evening and I'd just hear them through the walls.
This was probably January or February 2013 that this incident first occurred because I remember it was freezing and as a result I was wearing these giant wool socks I got. They worked really well but the problem was that the hem of the sock where it clung to your ankles was so tightly pressed and itchy that i kept reaching down to itch my ankles under the sockline. I had taken up Aunt Charlotte and Carly on a nightcap so I had a brandy, which was making me feel even warmer inside, so the itching on the ankles got worse and I kept itching. Charlotte and Carly were already like three drinks in while I was on my first one so they were both loud and happy drunks. I felt a buzz from how little tolerance I had.
Carly says something to me like "why don't you just take those off??" and tries to tug one of the socks down my ankle a little. I laugh a little and admittedly feel weird as this is the first time Carly's ever even touched me. She didn't hug me hello when I first moved there and hadn't ever tried to be funny or silly so it was surprising. As she realizes the ankle hem is pretty thick and hard to get down, she decides to reach for the fabric at the very front of the toe of my sock. She grabs my toes in the process and completely unexpectedly let out the familiar "I just got tickled unexpectedly" yelp.
Full stop, I have a tickling fetish. Always have. At that point in my life I was a virgin and had only dated a little bit and hadn't opened up about tickling. I was very closeted in my mind about this but I knew deep down how much I liked it. So right away I feel my face flush at the realization that I just got a quick tickle from my cousin of all people. As soon as I make the noise she starts doing the same motion to my other foot, grabbing at the tips of my toes both to tickle them but also trying to grip the socks so she can pull them off. Charlotte is just watching all of this, I'm unsure of what to do and feeling so confused but also loving this weirdly playful moment between me and an older cousin, and without really any warning suddenly she says "we should tickle you."
It sounds so fake. It sounds unreal even to type it. It's the kind of thing I wanted a girlfriend or a crush or even a teacher or something to say to me one day, but this woman who is my aunt who looks vaguely like my mother and who has mannerisms of my family just said this to me. I am still giggling from what Carly keeps doing to me, but then once Charlotte said that Carly seemed to take it as a cue to start poking and grasping around at my sides and torso. As I explode into laughter my aunt takes that as some kind of cues to start tickling my feet where Carly had just been. This entire ticklish onslaught must have gone on for only 2-3 minutes but it felt like forever.
at the end I'm laughing and they're laughing and I'm still trying to process what the fuck just happened. I know better than to let myself get hard somehow so thank god for that but they both did something to me that left me feeling aroused and therefore confused. Aunt Charlotte point blank asks me, "what do you think of what we just did?" and I say pretty quickly "it was fun". Aunt Charlotte says "think you wanna drink with us a little more often now, hmm?" and she teased me, poked my side and got one more confused laugh out of me, and then up they both were. we went the rest of the night without another incident like that.
Three months later it is April and we are drinking again and Aunt Charlotte brings up last time. "Wanna do that again?" I haven't stopped thinking about it for the three months. I had started dating a girl in March named Maria and I ended up losing my virginity to her. But one of the things I remembered doing to help "keep myself in the mood" that night I lost my virginity to Maria, and to keep myself from getting anxious, was thinking about how it felt to be tickled for those two or three minutes. I had used that memory to get myself up on almost all occasions to fuck my new girlfriend basically. It was weird and I didn't even realize my mind was going there, until this incident occurred where I'm asking if I want it to happen again.
Long story short, Aunt Charlotte and Carly end up tickling me again, this time for a good five or six minutes... but I get hard. And they see. And I didn't realize they saw until the tickling abruptly stopped and the vibe changed, and Carly went to bed and the next day Aunt Charlotte asked me to find a new place to live.
So, I've never told this to anybody before because I don't think anyone would get it. It was confusing and to this day I get aroused at the memory of what happened yet confused by the shame of basically getting kicked out for getting aroused to where they saw it. I don't know why they were offering me tickling like that if there wasn't some weird slightly sexual connotation, but I felt pretty awful about it and I don't talk to anybody in that side of the family anymore.
there's the story. glad to have it said at least
when I was 20 I lived with my aunt I only met a couple years prior, and she lived alone with a single daughter who was my older cousin but who never much talked to me and wasn't very social so it didn't feel much like family. due to some hard times I had to leave the area I grew up in and the only family I knew of were them. I'll call my aunt Charlotte and my cousin Carly. they had a spare bedroom that I stayed in for the better part of nine months. this was in late 2012 to middle 2013.
being that we didn't grow up around each other, it was a little odd of a dynamic at first. started overly formal, felt like i was a guest in their home rather than family, but slowly it got to a point where I got comfortable enough to let my guard down. Carly was pretty quiet and antisocial and oftentimes wasn't home at all or was behind closed doors in her bedroom or in this walk-in closet that she and her mom shared. Aunt Charlotte worked at the DMV on M-F from like 7AM to 6PM with the drive. as a result I had a lot of time to myself in the daytime while I did freelance commission work to help pay for my food and accommodations.
the one thing that Carly and Charlotte had in common was that they both liked to drink. I learned pretty quickly into living there that Aunt Charlotte was one of those "party moms" who sees herself as more of a friend to her daughter, but since Carly was like 23 I figured it didn't matter as much. But they would both drink and party hard. I don't much like alcohol since i feel sick not long after getting drunk so I would often decline. But one night I decided to go ahead and drink with them, where normally I would retire for the evening and I'd just hear them through the walls.
This was probably January or February 2013 that this incident first occurred because I remember it was freezing and as a result I was wearing these giant wool socks I got. They worked really well but the problem was that the hem of the sock where it clung to your ankles was so tightly pressed and itchy that i kept reaching down to itch my ankles under the sockline. I had taken up Aunt Charlotte and Carly on a nightcap so I had a brandy, which was making me feel even warmer inside, so the itching on the ankles got worse and I kept itching. Charlotte and Carly were already like three drinks in while I was on my first one so they were both loud and happy drunks. I felt a buzz from how little tolerance I had.
Carly says something to me like "why don't you just take those off??" and tries to tug one of the socks down my ankle a little. I laugh a little and admittedly feel weird as this is the first time Carly's ever even touched me. She didn't hug me hello when I first moved there and hadn't ever tried to be funny or silly so it was surprising. As she realizes the ankle hem is pretty thick and hard to get down, she decides to reach for the fabric at the very front of the toe of my sock. She grabs my toes in the process and completely unexpectedly let out the familiar "I just got tickled unexpectedly" yelp.
Full stop, I have a tickling fetish. Always have. At that point in my life I was a virgin and had only dated a little bit and hadn't opened up about tickling. I was very closeted in my mind about this but I knew deep down how much I liked it. So right away I feel my face flush at the realization that I just got a quick tickle from my cousin of all people. As soon as I make the noise she starts doing the same motion to my other foot, grabbing at the tips of my toes both to tickle them but also trying to grip the socks so she can pull them off. Charlotte is just watching all of this, I'm unsure of what to do and feeling so confused but also loving this weirdly playful moment between me and an older cousin, and without really any warning suddenly she says "we should tickle you."
It sounds so fake. It sounds unreal even to type it. It's the kind of thing I wanted a girlfriend or a crush or even a teacher or something to say to me one day, but this woman who is my aunt who looks vaguely like my mother and who has mannerisms of my family just said this to me. I am still giggling from what Carly keeps doing to me, but then once Charlotte said that Carly seemed to take it as a cue to start poking and grasping around at my sides and torso. As I explode into laughter my aunt takes that as some kind of cues to start tickling my feet where Carly had just been. This entire ticklish onslaught must have gone on for only 2-3 minutes but it felt like forever.
at the end I'm laughing and they're laughing and I'm still trying to process what the fuck just happened. I know better than to let myself get hard somehow so thank god for that but they both did something to me that left me feeling aroused and therefore confused. Aunt Charlotte point blank asks me, "what do you think of what we just did?" and I say pretty quickly "it was fun". Aunt Charlotte says "think you wanna drink with us a little more often now, hmm?" and she teased me, poked my side and got one more confused laugh out of me, and then up they both were. we went the rest of the night without another incident like that.
Three months later it is April and we are drinking again and Aunt Charlotte brings up last time. "Wanna do that again?" I haven't stopped thinking about it for the three months. I had started dating a girl in March named Maria and I ended up losing my virginity to her. But one of the things I remembered doing to help "keep myself in the mood" that night I lost my virginity to Maria, and to keep myself from getting anxious, was thinking about how it felt to be tickled for those two or three minutes. I had used that memory to get myself up on almost all occasions to fuck my new girlfriend basically. It was weird and I didn't even realize my mind was going there, until this incident occurred where I'm asking if I want it to happen again.
Long story short, Aunt Charlotte and Carly end up tickling me again, this time for a good five or six minutes... but I get hard. And they see. And I didn't realize they saw until the tickling abruptly stopped and the vibe changed, and Carly went to bed and the next day Aunt Charlotte asked me to find a new place to live.
So, I've never told this to anybody before because I don't think anyone would get it. It was confusing and to this day I get aroused at the memory of what happened yet confused by the shame of basically getting kicked out for getting aroused to where they saw it. I don't know why they were offering me tickling like that if there wasn't some weird slightly sexual connotation, but I felt pretty awful about it and I don't talk to anybody in that side of the family anymore.
there's the story. glad to have it said at least