XAsMoXDeUsX
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I have three cousins, all girls, and all of whom, at one point or another, have suffered the fate of feeling my scrabbling fingers against their helpless soles. The middle one, whom we will henceforth refer to as Nancy, is tall and (to me, at least) alarmingly thin, with curly hair brown hair, brown eyes and delectable toes, which are often painted a charming shade of pink or red. My tickle experiences with her have been decidely few, however; this is mostly due to the fact that as of late I have been mostly experimenting with sommie tickles, and she is a nervous bird who, even in her sleep, is jarred to action by the slightest disturbance. Needless to say, I have long since given up on making her the victim of my nightly tickling escapades.
My youngest cousin, whom we will henceforth refer to as Jen, is of medium height with curly black hair and brown eyes. A little on the pudgy side. Fortunately, her toes are always painted as well, usually a dark shade of red or blue. And, even better, she is a ridiculously deep sleeper.
Finally, my oldest cousin, who will henceforth be known as Jane, is about five nine with short, wavy black hair and large feet, with toes that usually go unpainted.
All three of these girls are preternaturally ticklish, with delicious laughs bordering on SCREAMS.
I'll make a long story short. They live next door, and I usually spend Thursday nights at their place.
On this particular Thursday evening, I quietly slipped in, closed the door behind me, and proceeded to the guest room. I placed my backpack on the bed and from the small pocket slowly drew out a large
. Then, I left my slippers in the room and proceeded to climb up the creaky stairs.
It was well past midnight, so everyone was asleep.
Once I reached the top of the stairs, I scanned my options. Nancy's door was closed (as always), and opening it would surely awaken her. Jane's door was opened, but... I had never had a sommie experience with her before, and decided I didn't want to risk it. Jen's door was also ajar. With the grace of a cat burglar, I slipped in through the crack and slowly eased the door even more open, so that I could fit through with ease. The room was bathed in the light blue glow of a computer screen (she never turned her computer off), and this allowed me to make out the features of her sleeping face. This would also, I realized, help me make out the features of her sleeping feet...
With the held firmly, I proceeded to the foot of Jen's bed. I paused to take the scene in, then slowly peeled back her blanket, revealing a portruding right food with pudgy toes painted a dark red. She was sleeping on her left side, so both feet were facing sideways. I pulled the blanket back just a little further, and lowered the ....
The one thing I love about tickling Jen, especially in her sleep, is that she is RIDICULOUSLY ticklish. Two feather strokes against her sleeping sole will cause her to draw her foot back sharply, sometimes even to readjust herself completely.
Tonight was no different. I slowly tickled her right sole with the , making a skitch-skitch sound and causing Jen to clench her toes, then release them once more. I did it again, this time causing the foot to recede a bit. I turned the feather over and, with the calamus, began scratching at her sole. She giggled, pulling her foot away again. Then, she let out a snore.
I took the and began to saw it in between her toes. She pulled her foot away and mumbled, "Nooooo," slowly. I took that as a sign that I was done, for now.
But there was still more to come. (There always is, with me).
I have more stories involving my cousins, and not all of them are sommie tickles, BTW. There are some stories which I know most people won't believe, but that doesn't matter. I know they're true, and I know people will enjoy them anyway, so that's all I care about.
***NOTE: For those of you who are repulsed by the fact that I would describe my cousins as if I was describing a girlfriend, please realize that I did so for your benefit; many people who post tickling experiences with family members usually omit descriptions because it makes them uncomfortable. However, such experiences are often stimulating to the third parties who read them, and I'm sure that these third parties would appreciate at least SOME description, as it would make the story more exciting. Basically, it made me a little uncomfortable, but I was taking one for the team.***
My youngest cousin, whom we will henceforth refer to as Jen, is of medium height with curly black hair and brown eyes. A little on the pudgy side. Fortunately, her toes are always painted as well, usually a dark shade of red or blue. And, even better, she is a ridiculously deep sleeper.
Finally, my oldest cousin, who will henceforth be known as Jane, is about five nine with short, wavy black hair and large feet, with toes that usually go unpainted.
All three of these girls are preternaturally ticklish, with delicious laughs bordering on SCREAMS.
I'll make a long story short. They live next door, and I usually spend Thursday nights at their place.
On this particular Thursday evening, I quietly slipped in, closed the door behind me, and proceeded to the guest room. I placed my backpack on the bed and from the small pocket slowly drew out a large
. Then, I left my slippers in the room and proceeded to climb up the creaky stairs.It was well past midnight, so everyone was asleep.
Once I reached the top of the stairs, I scanned my options. Nancy's door was closed (as always), and opening it would surely awaken her. Jane's door was opened, but... I had never had a sommie experience with her before, and decided I didn't want to risk it. Jen's door was also ajar. With the grace of a cat burglar, I slipped in through the crack and slowly eased the door even more open, so that I could fit through with ease. The room was bathed in the light blue glow of a computer screen (she never turned her computer off), and this allowed me to make out the features of her sleeping face. This would also, I realized, help me make out the features of her sleeping feet...
With the
held firmly, I proceeded to the foot of Jen's bed. I paused to take the scene in, then slowly peeled back her blanket, revealing a portruding right food with pudgy toes painted a dark red. She was sleeping on her left side, so both feet were facing sideways. I pulled the blanket back just a little further, and lowered the .... The one thing I love about tickling Jen, especially in her sleep, is that she is RIDICULOUSLY ticklish. Two feather strokes against her sleeping sole will cause her to draw her foot back sharply, sometimes even to readjust herself completely.
Tonight was no different. I slowly tickled her right sole with the
, making a skitch-skitch sound and causing Jen to clench her toes, then release them once more. I did it again, this time causing the foot to recede a bit. I turned the feather over and, with the calamus, began scratching at her sole. She giggled, pulling her foot away again. Then, she let out a snore. I took the
and began to saw it in between her toes. She pulled her foot away and mumbled, "Nooooo," slowly. I took that as a sign that I was done, for now. But there was still more to come. (There always is, with me).
I have more stories involving my cousins, and not all of them are sommie tickles, BTW. There are some stories which I know most people won't believe, but that doesn't matter. I know they're true, and I know people will enjoy them anyway, so that's all I care about.
***NOTE: For those of you who are repulsed by the fact that I would describe my cousins as if I was describing a girlfriend, please realize that I did so for your benefit; many people who post tickling experiences with family members usually omit descriptions because it makes them uncomfortable. However, such experiences are often stimulating to the third parties who read them, and I'm sure that these third parties would appreciate at least SOME description, as it would make the story more exciting. Basically, it made me a little uncomfortable, but I was taking one for the team.***
