So this is a story I wrote a decade ago, and I just realized I only posted on DA & never here.
Warning: This is NOT a fetish story, it's more of a horror story with some tickling in it.
For the record, I wrote this in the middle of the night, a day I couldn't sleep. Probably why it turned out way darker than I originally wanted.
I'll probably never write in such a dark style anymore, but I do like the general idea of it.
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Have you ever thought your life was unfair? That someone else was always in the way of everything?
For my part, I was born as a younger twin. We looked almost identical, yet our parents always preferred her. Sure, they never said it out loud, but the signs were there: more gentle pats on the head, more hugs, her favorite dish was made more often than mine, ect... It was the same at school, she was more popular with the other girls, and the boys were clearly more interested in her than in me. I really don't know why, as I said she was more or less a reflection of me.
The most infuriating thing was that my sister always insisted to share everything with me, and never leave me behind. She acted out of pure kindness, yet I couldn't help to be jealous, not that I could ever admit that to her. We were both good students though, so after we left high school, we rented an apartment with 2 rooms near our college. We both entered the IT department, as we were 2 big nerds, the times we got along the most is when we played video games in co-op mode, nothing could resist us.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. A few months after we started college, we met someone who would change both or lives forever at a local student party. To put it simple, we both fell in love with the same guy. And if course, he liked HER. That's when our relation started to take a turn for the worst, well to be honest, I was the one starting to distance myself.
Yet, I still loved him and didn't understand why he chose her instead of me. I had to know. So I started to follow them whenever I could. I tailed them after class, I stalked them during their dates, I bugged her clothes so I could listen to their conversations... I still couldn't find the reason why he didn't like me.
Ultimately, I did something most people would find repulsing: I put a hidden camera in my sister's room and started recording the time they spent together...
That's when I finally understood. I saw him tying her up... and tickling her. He was clearly enjoying himself, she not so much. He repeated that in every recording, using various ways to torment her. I remember now: on the day we met, he suddenly put his hands on our ribs and gave them a quick tickle. My sister laughed, I didn't; one of the few differences between us is that she's very ticklish, while I'm not at all. A good tickle fight was one of the few ways I had to persuade her of some stuff.
In any case, I finally knew the source of the problem, I had to find a way to solve it. I studied the recordings I made carefully, learned every of my sister's movements and practiced them in my room. Then after a few weeks I put my plan into motion. My sister went back to our hometown for a few days. I chose to stay, pretending I had some local business to finish. Then I called him, I pretended to be my sister whose departure was delayed and invited him over. That day would be memorable, oh yes it would. I had the perfect disguise, having taken some clothes from her. I had memorized most of their conversations, so I knew what to talk about. We went on a date together, we had a fantastic day, and at the end of the day, we went to my sister's bedroom. He attached me, started tickling me. I fell nothing but I had practiced well so he enjoyed himself. The thing is, I had forgotten something very important : I was still a virgin and after our tickling fun had ended and we decided to have intercourse, well I bled... Needless to say I panicked, I was about to run away in a hurry but he calmed me down and said it was fine. He promised to never tell my sister of what happened and finished what we had started, before leaving.
Two weeks later is when tragedy stroke. It was in the afternoon, I was about to leave for our hometown when my sister barged into my room. She looked furious and scared. She told me she learned what happened and that I should never go near him again, that it was for my own good. I got angry, yelled at her that she always had everything, asked why I could never have my own happiness and pushed her away from me. That was stupid of me, she tripped and landed against the mirror in my room. The mirror broke on impact and a shard of glass landed in her neck. She died on spot.
Most people would panic, but I saw it as an opportunity to say goodbye to my inferior life. I rode halfway to my hometown and dropped her body on the road after swapping our clothes.
Then I went back to HIM. He seemed surprised to see me again; apparently, they had just argued. He told me to enter his house, I did. That's when he suddenly drugged me with chloroform.
I woke up in an unknown room somewhere underground. I was attached. I called for help, but only he came. He smiled and told me he would take care of me from now on. I was attached and he started to tickle me. And for some reason, I burst out laughing. It really tickled! How did he do that? He seemed surprised; my sister never reacted so hard. His face full of joy, he kept going and soon enough, I was begging him to stop. He didn't for a while. When he got bored with it, he brought me food and told me he would come back tomorrow. I asked him when he would release me, but he didn't answer.
There wasn't much in my underground room, but there was a small mirror. After he left I looked into it, but it wasn't my reflection I saw, but that of my sister! Her reflection started explaining to me that she had discovered that he was a dangerous maniac and was about to report him to the police when he threatened to go after me so she came to warn me. She then apologized, realizing that her presence had almost forced me to live in her shadow for all these years, so as a parting gift, she transferred everything she had to me, including her ticklishness. She then vanished. I never saw her again.
He kept visiting me every day. He kept tormenting me every night. I died that night, and my sister went missing. I imagine that's the official version.
There was no way out, nothing I could do.
I sometimes consider taking my own life, but it's been 10 years now, and I'm still living in this room.
And every time I hesitate, I tell myself that I have finally become everything I wanted, I have finally become her, why would I end this life I longed for, for more than 20 years?
I'm the happiest human on Earth.
Warning: This is NOT a fetish story, it's more of a horror story with some tickling in it.
For the record, I wrote this in the middle of the night, a day I couldn't sleep. Probably why it turned out way darker than I originally wanted.
I'll probably never write in such a dark style anymore, but I do like the general idea of it.
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Have you ever thought your life was unfair? That someone else was always in the way of everything?
For my part, I was born as a younger twin. We looked almost identical, yet our parents always preferred her. Sure, they never said it out loud, but the signs were there: more gentle pats on the head, more hugs, her favorite dish was made more often than mine, ect... It was the same at school, she was more popular with the other girls, and the boys were clearly more interested in her than in me. I really don't know why, as I said she was more or less a reflection of me.
The most infuriating thing was that my sister always insisted to share everything with me, and never leave me behind. She acted out of pure kindness, yet I couldn't help to be jealous, not that I could ever admit that to her. We were both good students though, so after we left high school, we rented an apartment with 2 rooms near our college. We both entered the IT department, as we were 2 big nerds, the times we got along the most is when we played video games in co-op mode, nothing could resist us.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. A few months after we started college, we met someone who would change both or lives forever at a local student party. To put it simple, we both fell in love with the same guy. And if course, he liked HER. That's when our relation started to take a turn for the worst, well to be honest, I was the one starting to distance myself.
Yet, I still loved him and didn't understand why he chose her instead of me. I had to know. So I started to follow them whenever I could. I tailed them after class, I stalked them during their dates, I bugged her clothes so I could listen to their conversations... I still couldn't find the reason why he didn't like me.
Ultimately, I did something most people would find repulsing: I put a hidden camera in my sister's room and started recording the time they spent together...
That's when I finally understood. I saw him tying her up... and tickling her. He was clearly enjoying himself, she not so much. He repeated that in every recording, using various ways to torment her. I remember now: on the day we met, he suddenly put his hands on our ribs and gave them a quick tickle. My sister laughed, I didn't; one of the few differences between us is that she's very ticklish, while I'm not at all. A good tickle fight was one of the few ways I had to persuade her of some stuff.
In any case, I finally knew the source of the problem, I had to find a way to solve it. I studied the recordings I made carefully, learned every of my sister's movements and practiced them in my room. Then after a few weeks I put my plan into motion. My sister went back to our hometown for a few days. I chose to stay, pretending I had some local business to finish. Then I called him, I pretended to be my sister whose departure was delayed and invited him over. That day would be memorable, oh yes it would. I had the perfect disguise, having taken some clothes from her. I had memorized most of their conversations, so I knew what to talk about. We went on a date together, we had a fantastic day, and at the end of the day, we went to my sister's bedroom. He attached me, started tickling me. I fell nothing but I had practiced well so he enjoyed himself. The thing is, I had forgotten something very important : I was still a virgin and after our tickling fun had ended and we decided to have intercourse, well I bled... Needless to say I panicked, I was about to run away in a hurry but he calmed me down and said it was fine. He promised to never tell my sister of what happened and finished what we had started, before leaving.
Two weeks later is when tragedy stroke. It was in the afternoon, I was about to leave for our hometown when my sister barged into my room. She looked furious and scared. She told me she learned what happened and that I should never go near him again, that it was for my own good. I got angry, yelled at her that she always had everything, asked why I could never have my own happiness and pushed her away from me. That was stupid of me, she tripped and landed against the mirror in my room. The mirror broke on impact and a shard of glass landed in her neck. She died on spot.
Most people would panic, but I saw it as an opportunity to say goodbye to my inferior life. I rode halfway to my hometown and dropped her body on the road after swapping our clothes.
Then I went back to HIM. He seemed surprised to see me again; apparently, they had just argued. He told me to enter his house, I did. That's when he suddenly drugged me with chloroform.
I woke up in an unknown room somewhere underground. I was attached. I called for help, but only he came. He smiled and told me he would take care of me from now on. I was attached and he started to tickle me. And for some reason, I burst out laughing. It really tickled! How did he do that? He seemed surprised; my sister never reacted so hard. His face full of joy, he kept going and soon enough, I was begging him to stop. He didn't for a while. When he got bored with it, he brought me food and told me he would come back tomorrow. I asked him when he would release me, but he didn't answer.
There wasn't much in my underground room, but there was a small mirror. After he left I looked into it, but it wasn't my reflection I saw, but that of my sister! Her reflection started explaining to me that she had discovered that he was a dangerous maniac and was about to report him to the police when he threatened to go after me so she came to warn me. She then apologized, realizing that her presence had almost forced me to live in her shadow for all these years, so as a parting gift, she transferred everything she had to me, including her ticklishness. She then vanished. I never saw her again.
He kept visiting me every day. He kept tormenting me every night. I died that night, and my sister went missing. I imagine that's the official version.
There was no way out, nothing I could do.
I sometimes consider taking my own life, but it's been 10 years now, and I'm still living in this room.
And every time I hesitate, I tell myself that I have finally become everything I wanted, I have finally become her, why would I end this life I longed for, for more than 20 years?
I'm the happiest human on Earth.
