tummyticklish01
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You decide to...
GET THE HECK OUT OF THERE!!
Without even uttering a single-word, you spring to your feet, ready to run for the basement door. But Josh's mind was one step ahead, and he firmly grabbed your right ankle, causing you to trip as you make a run for it.
"Aaaawww, what's the matter Brittany, too ticklish for a little bit of fun?" Anne smiles widely, knowing her revenge will be much sweeter than the tickling she earlier endured.
"C'mon Anne, it was just a bit of fun, you understand?" You beg as Josh grabs your other ankle, and you lay prone on your back on the floor, as Anne hovers above you holding the rope.
"Anne!!!" You shriek out before all three of them tackle you. Josh holds down your flailing legs while Anne jumps on your upperbody.
Little Jim pins your arms above your head with all his strength, as Anne works quickly on tieing your wrists together. She then continued the hand-knot onto the bottom leg of the couch, restraining her hands around the leg of the couch. You then help Josh out with her lower-half, as he flips off her sandals and you quickly tie her ankles together with a big, fat knot. But since there's nothing to connect her ankle's knot to, they simply leave Josh sitting on your calves, leaving your little feet practically immobile.
"Ready for a bit of tickle-torture Brittany?" Anne taunts you as she straddles your nicely curved hips.
"Pleaseee Anne, ANYTHING but tickling!!" You cry out one last time, knowing it won't change her mind, but giving it a shot anyways.
Anne now has firmly straddled your hips, and your hands are tied to the bottom of the couch. You still tug to the end of your energy, but it does not good except to egg Anne on.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" Anne teases, wiggling her fingers and long, well-manicured nails in the air.
"Nooooo!!!!!" You scream out as Josh can no longer be patient, and he starts lightly strokes your soft soles.
"Heeeheheheheheee!!" You immediately burst into girlish titters, giggling like a 5 year old.
Anne quickly joins her older brother in the tickling party, by pushing up your shirt just enough to bare your whole, flat, tanned belly. She then starts by lightly walking her nails across your toned tummy muscles, watching as they twitch as you gigle and squeal. Anne's eyes are glued to your abs, paying close attention to her precise and well-techniqued tickling.
Meanwhile Jim just figured out he didn't have to hold your arms down, and focuses his greedy little eyes on your bare armpits, left unprotected by your skimpy tank-top.
He sits there for about a minute, just glaring down at your soft, smooth underarms, not yet even getting ready to tickle. But suddenly a loud squeal wakes him up, caused by Anne wiggling a finger into your bellybutton.
He then gets into full tickle-action, first by stiffening both index fingers, then by poking your armpits with one of each.
Your laughter immediately gets louder as your highly-sensitive armpits are playfully tickled.
Anne has had no mercy on your midsection in the meantime, as she now grips your vulnerable sides and squeezes to her delight, getting a louder shriek from you each time.
Josh has been working hard on your bare feet as well, as he now playfully flutters his fingers over your toes, making little contact but tickling like crazy!
You think your about to burst from the overload of tickling, when suddenly you hear loud footsteps coming down the stairs. You try to crane your neck to see who's coming down but it's in vain, Anne's body fully blocks your view. She now moves the tickling to your ribcage, softly digging into each rib, you arch your back and laugh like mad.
"Anne! Josh! Jim!" A stern voice shouts, and the tickling stops as quickyl as it had started.
WHO IS IT???
GET THE HECK OUT OF THERE!!
Without even uttering a single-word, you spring to your feet, ready to run for the basement door. But Josh's mind was one step ahead, and he firmly grabbed your right ankle, causing you to trip as you make a run for it.
"Aaaawww, what's the matter Brittany, too ticklish for a little bit of fun?" Anne smiles widely, knowing her revenge will be much sweeter than the tickling she earlier endured.
"C'mon Anne, it was just a bit of fun, you understand?" You beg as Josh grabs your other ankle, and you lay prone on your back on the floor, as Anne hovers above you holding the rope.
"Anne!!!" You shriek out before all three of them tackle you. Josh holds down your flailing legs while Anne jumps on your upperbody.
Little Jim pins your arms above your head with all his strength, as Anne works quickly on tieing your wrists together. She then continued the hand-knot onto the bottom leg of the couch, restraining her hands around the leg of the couch. You then help Josh out with her lower-half, as he flips off her sandals and you quickly tie her ankles together with a big, fat knot. But since there's nothing to connect her ankle's knot to, they simply leave Josh sitting on your calves, leaving your little feet practically immobile.
"Ready for a bit of tickle-torture Brittany?" Anne taunts you as she straddles your nicely curved hips.
"Pleaseee Anne, ANYTHING but tickling!!" You cry out one last time, knowing it won't change her mind, but giving it a shot anyways.
Anne now has firmly straddled your hips, and your hands are tied to the bottom of the couch. You still tug to the end of your energy, but it does not good except to egg Anne on.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" Anne teases, wiggling her fingers and long, well-manicured nails in the air.
"Nooooo!!!!!" You scream out as Josh can no longer be patient, and he starts lightly strokes your soft soles.
"Heeeheheheheheee!!" You immediately burst into girlish titters, giggling like a 5 year old.
Anne quickly joins her older brother in the tickling party, by pushing up your shirt just enough to bare your whole, flat, tanned belly. She then starts by lightly walking her nails across your toned tummy muscles, watching as they twitch as you gigle and squeal. Anne's eyes are glued to your abs, paying close attention to her precise and well-techniqued tickling.
Meanwhile Jim just figured out he didn't have to hold your arms down, and focuses his greedy little eyes on your bare armpits, left unprotected by your skimpy tank-top.
He sits there for about a minute, just glaring down at your soft, smooth underarms, not yet even getting ready to tickle. But suddenly a loud squeal wakes him up, caused by Anne wiggling a finger into your bellybutton.
He then gets into full tickle-action, first by stiffening both index fingers, then by poking your armpits with one of each.
Your laughter immediately gets louder as your highly-sensitive armpits are playfully tickled.
Anne has had no mercy on your midsection in the meantime, as she now grips your vulnerable sides and squeezes to her delight, getting a louder shriek from you each time.
Josh has been working hard on your bare feet as well, as he now playfully flutters his fingers over your toes, making little contact but tickling like crazy!
You think your about to burst from the overload of tickling, when suddenly you hear loud footsteps coming down the stairs. You try to crane your neck to see who's coming down but it's in vain, Anne's body fully blocks your view. She now moves the tickling to your ribcage, softly digging into each rib, you arch your back and laugh like mad.
"Anne! Josh! Jim!" A stern voice shouts, and the tickling stops as quickyl as it had started.
WHO IS IT???