frankied21
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There was a storm rolling through town today. A great big hurricane was ravaging the coast. Luckily, our town is located about 10 miles off the coast and flooding is not an issue. It was a loud storm, so load that noises out on the front lawn could not even be heard. The only noise that you could hear was inside the house, the noises of conversation and television.
The problem with no flooding, is that you have to go to work. Of course I don’t mind that you have to work on my day off, but of course I can’t let it just slip by without a few sarcastic comments. So, I figured I’d pretend to be so upset when you have to leave.
Your father had already gone for work. We had been staying with your parents for a couple days, just to have some family time. I mean, that’s what great couples do right? They treat each other as if they are part of the family. I fit in well with your parents, and everyone got along so well. Your step mom, you and I sat around the table eating breakfast. You looked so sexy in your pantsuit, going off to an important business meeting for the whole day. Of course I complimented you on this, just like I do every single day. I can’t help myself. You’re beautiful and you should hear it. That’s just how I feel. Eventually you stood up, grabbed your bad and umbrella and made your way to the door.
I stood up with you and grabbed your coat and helped you into it.
“Oh Emma, do you reeeeally have to go?” I said.
I heard your mom snickering, so I figured it would be funny to continue with the joke.
“Yes Frankie, I do have to go to work. This is the most important meeting of the year,” you replied.
“But EMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, I’M GONNA MISS YOUUUUUUUUUU”
I gave you a huge hug as if I was a 5 year old ending a play date with his only female friend. This had your mom really laughing.
“Don’t be ridiculous I’m leaving”
You made your way to the door. To put the nail in the coffin I didn’t let go, and let you drag me across the floor as you finally reached the door.
“Frankie LET GO! I’ll be home soon. Just stay here and hang out with my step mother and have some fun until I get back. Play some checkers or some shit, I don’t know. Just don’t be stupid.”
“Aww man. Ok.” I faked a tear in my eye as you opened the door. You chuckled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out.
I sat back down and looked at your step mom laughing. I never realized how beautiful of a smile she had, or how cute her laugh was.
“Frankie you are so damn adorable.” She said. “I’ve never seen a 21 year old act like a 5 year old like that in my life. It’s just so funny.”
“Well im glad you realized that I was just trying to be funny and im not actually a 5 year old” I responded.
She chuckled a little bit again. “I’m still hungry. What else would you like to eat.”
I saw my chance to be a real comedian.
“SPONGEBOB MAC AND CHEESE PLEASE!”
Your stepmom burst out with laughter. “You got it kiddo.”
Now, of course I loved your stepmom because of her personality. So bubbly and fun to be around. But every time I saw her, I grew fonder of the way she looked. Today was the day I finally realized, Claire is almost as hot as you are. It’s amazing that you aren’t blood to each other. I will be honest, she is not as hot as you are, and in my head I’m realizing this as I’m thinking about your step mom. But Claire has got it going on. I was always a little flirty with your mom, but at first it was just jokish flirtation to be funny. As she became more and more attractive to me, I began to catch myself staring at her. Staring at her DD breasts. Staring at her ass. Her beautiful face. And I couldn’t help thinking about the things I wish I could do to her. Of course they would all be just thoughts, but man, what I wouldn’t give to be able to treat Claire like Emma, just once. She began to catch on. She saw my looks, and began to take my flirtatious comments to heart. I began to mean them. Whenever we were visiting, she made sure to take a shower and walk by me in her towel. To see her walking around soaking wet, her hair soaked and pressed to her dripping skin, covered from the breast to the ass cheek alone in towel, became something I wanted to see every day. She was teasing me, I could tell. But today, she outdid herself.
Rather than showering, Claire stayed in her gym clothes from earlier that morning. What a sweaty dirty sexy lady she was. She may have went to the gym, but even there she makes sure she looks good, and she definitely pulls it off. She kicked off her running shoes, revealing thick athletic ankle socks. Boy were they sweaty, she must have been running on a treadmill for a while! She wore a bandeau that just covered about ¾ of her breasts. Over that, she wore the tightest athletic tank top she could find. Its straps basically covered her nipples and went up to her shoulders at that thin width. It had a huge gaping hole for the arms to fit through, and there was at least 4 inches of skin exposed under the bandeau. It was almost like a lacrosse pinny, but tight, very very tight. For shorts, she wore tight black spandex shorts, and I could see the outline of the thong she had underneath. Claire looked amazing in this athletic outfit. Her breasts were so accentuated by the tight clothing, pushed up and almost poking out at the top, revealing almost the entire breast above the nipple. Her wide, sexy hips looked amazing in the spandex, and there was even a slim piece of skin showing between the tank top and the spandex, and I was just dying to lift that space up to reveal more. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, which completed the look. As she walked towards the stove, I couldn’t help but stare at her ass. As it walked further away, I felt myself leaning farther forward to try and keep it close to me. I couldn’t help myself. She turned and looked over her shoulder and caught me staring.
“Is something wrong Frankie?” she said teasingly, knowing clearly that I found her attractive at this point.
“Nothing nothing”
But something was the matter. I was thinking so many things.
I stood up and walked behind her and stood real close. As she began to stir the mac and cheese with her arms in front of her, I figured I’d just give her a quick tickle test.
I stuck my fingers in her armpits and wiggled for a second. She shrieked and pushed her bottom out into my body to move her armpits away from my fingers. I moved my hands away and grazed my hands down her back and felt her ass real quickly, which caused her to stand up straight again. I squeezed her sides and she jumped. When she landed, I quickly moved my hands so I’d cup her breasts seemingly accidentally and backed away.
“oh goodness Claire im so sorry. I didn’t mean to touch you in those places. I was just trying to be playful and give you a quick laugh”
“No don’t be sorry its fine, accidents happen” She said. I was amazed. She wasn’t fazed by this event at all.
She continued to make the mac and cheese, and when it was done she poured it into a bowl. She placed the spoon down and quickly turned around and faced me.
“Frankie, I have a question”
“Of course Claire, whatever you like”
“Emma raves about you. You know how much I like your personality, and im not saying this to say that she doesn’t speak of your personality. She speaks of you as the best boyfriend she’s ever had, and that’s clear by the way she acts around you. But, there’s just something I’m curious about.”
“What is it Claire?”
“She says your far and beyond the best guy she’s ever had in bed. She doesn’t have a sister that she talks to about this stuff, so naturally she talks to me about it. But, she says that it’s so different, that it’s not like what most other guys would do. Yet, it’s so much better. So, I’m curious, what is it?”
“You really want to know Claire?”
“Yes, I’m really curious”
I tickled her without warning. I grabbed those sexy hips and squeezed them as fast as I could. She giggled and spun in a circle trying to get away before I stopped and just smiled at her.
“hey now” she said “what was that about?”
“what do you mean?”
“Frankie I asked you what you do differently that it’s so amazing”
She looked confused. She wasn’t opposed to the tickling, because she didn’t really seem upset. But, she didn’t seem to understand.
“I’ll make my point again”
I grabbed Claire and carried her to the living room floor and straddled her waist. I was glad she wore that tight, thin shit with the big side openings and a bandeau, leaving me space to tickle her sides. I wiggled my fingers along her ribs, moving up and down from her hips to her armpits. When I reached her armpits the second time, she shrieked because I dug in deeper. She rolled me over and began to tickle me. I was a giggling mess within two seconds. I quickly rolled her back over and sat on her arms and began to dig into those sensitive armpits again. She howled with laughter and kicked her legs. Eventually, I let her go again.
She sat up, panting and looking straight into my eyes.
“I don’t get it though. How does that fit in with anything”?
“Well Claire, here’s how it works. I overload the nerves with sensory stimulation through tickling. The nervous system begins to work faster and faster as the tickling becomes more intense, which is why you react stronger to it. Pair that with an erotic stimulus or just alternate them and the faster currents in your nervous system will cause your brain to read stronger stimuli to the same stimuli that you are usually exposed to”
“Frankie I don’t understand a word you said, and I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me”
I saw the look in her eye. She was curious. She liked the fun of the tickling and wanted to see how it fit into the whole sexual experience. This was my chance… and I had to take it.
“Alright Claire, come with me then”
I grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom, leading her to find out what kind of world she was missing out on for so long.
The walk seemed to be over within 5 seconds. I may have walked too fast, because I sometimes felt like I was dragging her along. I looked back once and I could see the smile on her face. I had no idea what was going through her mind. She could have been thinking anything. It seemed like she approved though. She was intrigued enough in the idea of tickling and wanted to find out why it made such a big difference. She didn’t know the extent it was going to go to though, and I wondered if her opinion would change. And, who knows, maybe she actually thinks I am attractive!
I will post the next parts... if the reaction is good and people would like to read them
The problem with no flooding, is that you have to go to work. Of course I don’t mind that you have to work on my day off, but of course I can’t let it just slip by without a few sarcastic comments. So, I figured I’d pretend to be so upset when you have to leave.
Your father had already gone for work. We had been staying with your parents for a couple days, just to have some family time. I mean, that’s what great couples do right? They treat each other as if they are part of the family. I fit in well with your parents, and everyone got along so well. Your step mom, you and I sat around the table eating breakfast. You looked so sexy in your pantsuit, going off to an important business meeting for the whole day. Of course I complimented you on this, just like I do every single day. I can’t help myself. You’re beautiful and you should hear it. That’s just how I feel. Eventually you stood up, grabbed your bad and umbrella and made your way to the door.
I stood up with you and grabbed your coat and helped you into it.
“Oh Emma, do you reeeeally have to go?” I said.
I heard your mom snickering, so I figured it would be funny to continue with the joke.
“Yes Frankie, I do have to go to work. This is the most important meeting of the year,” you replied.
“But EMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, I’M GONNA MISS YOUUUUUUUUUU”
I gave you a huge hug as if I was a 5 year old ending a play date with his only female friend. This had your mom really laughing.
“Don’t be ridiculous I’m leaving”
You made your way to the door. To put the nail in the coffin I didn’t let go, and let you drag me across the floor as you finally reached the door.
“Frankie LET GO! I’ll be home soon. Just stay here and hang out with my step mother and have some fun until I get back. Play some checkers or some shit, I don’t know. Just don’t be stupid.”
“Aww man. Ok.” I faked a tear in my eye as you opened the door. You chuckled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out.
I sat back down and looked at your step mom laughing. I never realized how beautiful of a smile she had, or how cute her laugh was.
“Frankie you are so damn adorable.” She said. “I’ve never seen a 21 year old act like a 5 year old like that in my life. It’s just so funny.”
“Well im glad you realized that I was just trying to be funny and im not actually a 5 year old” I responded.
She chuckled a little bit again. “I’m still hungry. What else would you like to eat.”
I saw my chance to be a real comedian.
“SPONGEBOB MAC AND CHEESE PLEASE!”
Your stepmom burst out with laughter. “You got it kiddo.”
Now, of course I loved your stepmom because of her personality. So bubbly and fun to be around. But every time I saw her, I grew fonder of the way she looked. Today was the day I finally realized, Claire is almost as hot as you are. It’s amazing that you aren’t blood to each other. I will be honest, she is not as hot as you are, and in my head I’m realizing this as I’m thinking about your step mom. But Claire has got it going on. I was always a little flirty with your mom, but at first it was just jokish flirtation to be funny. As she became more and more attractive to me, I began to catch myself staring at her. Staring at her DD breasts. Staring at her ass. Her beautiful face. And I couldn’t help thinking about the things I wish I could do to her. Of course they would all be just thoughts, but man, what I wouldn’t give to be able to treat Claire like Emma, just once. She began to catch on. She saw my looks, and began to take my flirtatious comments to heart. I began to mean them. Whenever we were visiting, she made sure to take a shower and walk by me in her towel. To see her walking around soaking wet, her hair soaked and pressed to her dripping skin, covered from the breast to the ass cheek alone in towel, became something I wanted to see every day. She was teasing me, I could tell. But today, she outdid herself.
Rather than showering, Claire stayed in her gym clothes from earlier that morning. What a sweaty dirty sexy lady she was. She may have went to the gym, but even there she makes sure she looks good, and she definitely pulls it off. She kicked off her running shoes, revealing thick athletic ankle socks. Boy were they sweaty, she must have been running on a treadmill for a while! She wore a bandeau that just covered about ¾ of her breasts. Over that, she wore the tightest athletic tank top she could find. Its straps basically covered her nipples and went up to her shoulders at that thin width. It had a huge gaping hole for the arms to fit through, and there was at least 4 inches of skin exposed under the bandeau. It was almost like a lacrosse pinny, but tight, very very tight. For shorts, she wore tight black spandex shorts, and I could see the outline of the thong she had underneath. Claire looked amazing in this athletic outfit. Her breasts were so accentuated by the tight clothing, pushed up and almost poking out at the top, revealing almost the entire breast above the nipple. Her wide, sexy hips looked amazing in the spandex, and there was even a slim piece of skin showing between the tank top and the spandex, and I was just dying to lift that space up to reveal more. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, which completed the look. As she walked towards the stove, I couldn’t help but stare at her ass. As it walked further away, I felt myself leaning farther forward to try and keep it close to me. I couldn’t help myself. She turned and looked over her shoulder and caught me staring.
“Is something wrong Frankie?” she said teasingly, knowing clearly that I found her attractive at this point.
“Nothing nothing”
But something was the matter. I was thinking so many things.
I stood up and walked behind her and stood real close. As she began to stir the mac and cheese with her arms in front of her, I figured I’d just give her a quick tickle test.
I stuck my fingers in her armpits and wiggled for a second. She shrieked and pushed her bottom out into my body to move her armpits away from my fingers. I moved my hands away and grazed my hands down her back and felt her ass real quickly, which caused her to stand up straight again. I squeezed her sides and she jumped. When she landed, I quickly moved my hands so I’d cup her breasts seemingly accidentally and backed away.
“oh goodness Claire im so sorry. I didn’t mean to touch you in those places. I was just trying to be playful and give you a quick laugh”
“No don’t be sorry its fine, accidents happen” She said. I was amazed. She wasn’t fazed by this event at all.
She continued to make the mac and cheese, and when it was done she poured it into a bowl. She placed the spoon down and quickly turned around and faced me.
“Frankie, I have a question”
“Of course Claire, whatever you like”
“Emma raves about you. You know how much I like your personality, and im not saying this to say that she doesn’t speak of your personality. She speaks of you as the best boyfriend she’s ever had, and that’s clear by the way she acts around you. But, there’s just something I’m curious about.”
“What is it Claire?”
“She says your far and beyond the best guy she’s ever had in bed. She doesn’t have a sister that she talks to about this stuff, so naturally she talks to me about it. But, she says that it’s so different, that it’s not like what most other guys would do. Yet, it’s so much better. So, I’m curious, what is it?”
“You really want to know Claire?”
“Yes, I’m really curious”
I tickled her without warning. I grabbed those sexy hips and squeezed them as fast as I could. She giggled and spun in a circle trying to get away before I stopped and just smiled at her.
“hey now” she said “what was that about?”
“what do you mean?”
“Frankie I asked you what you do differently that it’s so amazing”
She looked confused. She wasn’t opposed to the tickling, because she didn’t really seem upset. But, she didn’t seem to understand.
“I’ll make my point again”
I grabbed Claire and carried her to the living room floor and straddled her waist. I was glad she wore that tight, thin shit with the big side openings and a bandeau, leaving me space to tickle her sides. I wiggled my fingers along her ribs, moving up and down from her hips to her armpits. When I reached her armpits the second time, she shrieked because I dug in deeper. She rolled me over and began to tickle me. I was a giggling mess within two seconds. I quickly rolled her back over and sat on her arms and began to dig into those sensitive armpits again. She howled with laughter and kicked her legs. Eventually, I let her go again.
She sat up, panting and looking straight into my eyes.
“I don’t get it though. How does that fit in with anything”?
“Well Claire, here’s how it works. I overload the nerves with sensory stimulation through tickling. The nervous system begins to work faster and faster as the tickling becomes more intense, which is why you react stronger to it. Pair that with an erotic stimulus or just alternate them and the faster currents in your nervous system will cause your brain to read stronger stimuli to the same stimuli that you are usually exposed to”
“Frankie I don’t understand a word you said, and I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me”
I saw the look in her eye. She was curious. She liked the fun of the tickling and wanted to see how it fit into the whole sexual experience. This was my chance… and I had to take it.
“Alright Claire, come with me then”
I grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom, leading her to find out what kind of world she was missing out on for so long.
The walk seemed to be over within 5 seconds. I may have walked too fast, because I sometimes felt like I was dragging her along. I looked back once and I could see the smile on her face. I had no idea what was going through her mind. She could have been thinking anything. It seemed like she approved though. She was intrigued enough in the idea of tickling and wanted to find out why it made such a big difference. She didn’t know the extent it was going to go to though, and I wondered if her opinion would change. And, who knows, maybe she actually thinks I am attractive!
I will post the next parts... if the reaction is good and people would like to read them
