OK...what started out as a story is now a trilogy of sorts...anyway.
I told the tale of the time my ex got tickled by her sister (with help from her sister's husband). Fast forward to about a year later. My wife's cousin is getting married, and the family is gathering in the cousin's town. During the two hour drive there, my wife even mentioned that we have to 'get' her sister, and that it should be easy because she was flying in without her husband...and the three of us would be staying at the same house (my wife's Aunt Bev, the mother of the bride). Boingggg!
My wife...Tina...was very close to her Aunt Bev, almost like sisters. Her real sister, Beth, was not a favorite of the Aunts. Alas, my wife and Aunt Bev took care of business without me. I will morph so a sad third person...
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"I'll sit on her legs, and you tickle her feet..." (That is a line not whispered enough...)
The three ladies arrived at Aunt Bev's house, having just come from a wedding rehearsal dinner. It was at a good restaurant, so they were all dressed up...skirts, dress suits, heels, and hose...all in tan hose, actually. Aunt Bev was in her late 40's, a big woman, but not fat, at almost 6" tall and wide of shoulder and hips. She was recently divorced, and fond of her new freedom. She lived alone, but this night she had three guests...her nieces Tina and Beth, as well as Tina's husband...Nick. Nick was out with the guys from the wedding party, and would be dropped off later.
The ladies kicked of their shoes at the door, and padded around Bev's one-story ranch home in their stockinged feet. Bev was in a partying mood, as was her favorite neice, Tina. Bev didn't like Beth very much, feeling she lived life as a spoiled brat, which she did. Tina got the Italian blood of the family, a fiery dark skinned, dark haired go-getter. They didn't even look like sisters...Beth was fair and blonde. She looked alot like Denise Austin, the female fitness guru, only prettier. She had a thick lower half, from her butt down through her calves and size 8 feet.
Beth was supposed to sleep on the couch (the house only had two bedrooms), but she wandered into Tina's bedroom and lay down on the bed, still in her clothes (a cream colored silk pants suit), complaining about her flight across country and how tired she was. Before Tina was done unpacking, Beth's eyes were closed as she had put her hands over her folded arms, and stretched out on the down comforter. Her tan nylon feet hanging off the edge of the bed.
Tina left her there, overhead light still on (she knew her sister was trying to take over the bed and bedroom), and went to the other end of the house with Aunt Bev.
"Where's your sister?"
"She's passed out on my bed, or pretending to be..."
Tina was fine with this...because this fell into her plan. When Nick got there, they would gang-tickle Beth before kicking her out of the room. But Aunt Bev was more than a little pissed off.
"What? That little..." And went stalking down the hallway and stopped at the doorway, hands on hips.
Now, there was one thing about this family...all of the women had ticklish feet...Aunt Bev and her sisters, along with their daughters/neices. It was a sometimes horrible fact that was often exploited by the men in the family, as well as the women against each other. On a scale of 1-10, most of them were an 11.
Tina walked up next to Bev, peaking in at Beth. Beth was not asleep, only pretending. She could sense the women watching her; she hoped they would turn off the light and close the door. Beth turned her head, snuggled into the bed a little more (hoping they would thing she was sleeping), and in doing so, flexed her stockinged feet a little. Big mistake.
Both women's eyes were drawn to the nylon-clad feet. Beth whispered to Aunt Bev "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Bev nodded..."I'll sit on her legs, and you tickle her feet..."
Both women crept in. Bev sat down, side saddle on the bed and on Beth's calves, pinning her legs into the comforter. Beth opened her eyes and looked back with a "Hey?..." as if she was being annoyed at being woken up...
Tina called up from the edge of the bed..."Hey Beth, do you remember last year at Mom's? Beth was dumbfounded for a moment...
"Let me know if this tickled too much..."
Tina wrapped her left hand around Beth's left ankle, and tickled her upturned stockinged foot. Beth immediately exploded with her throaty laughter.
"WHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTAAAHHPPPAHAHAHAAHA"
Beth was trapped...Aunt Bev was big to begin with, and she sat on her perfectly. She could not pull out, and Tina then took all ten manicured nails to the top, bottom and toes of her left foot. She laughed harder...
"NHAAAAOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA"
"Sounds like your having fun. Aunt Bev, get the other foot."
Bev could reach and gently tease Beth's other foot without giving up position. Beth was almost crying now..."HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTOPSTOP!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
This went on for several minutes...they had tickled each other before, so they knew how to most drive her nuts, letting up enough to let her breath, and then start again..."STAAAAHHHPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
Beth's size 8 nylon feet were dancing all over the place, but she couldn't move her legs above her ankle. Tina pulled back her toes, and danced four fingers on her tight taupe arch....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
And then they did stop...at the sound of a car door. Nick was being dropped off and coming in the door....
Tina called "We're in here..."
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So I walked into the bedroom...three women in stockinged feet. Did I mention that my ex had removed her skirt, and was walking around in her blouse and pantyhose? Oy! She was now sitting on the edge of the bed, and Bev was still sitting on Beth. Beth's stocking feet were fucking staring up at me, but by the look of the heaving, crying Beth, the tickling was done.
"What's going on?"
"Beth was trying to steal our bed. I had to change her mind."
"No I wasn't! Now get offa me!"
Tina got up first and whisked by me (had to pee...they were lucky Beth hadn't peed all over the bed). Bev started to get off, and Beth started to roll over. But then, Bev jumped on her and straddled her, teasing, "You're awful bossy for a little girl!" and started to rib tickle her. Beth was giggling a bit, but fighting her off, too...so it wasn't terrible. I thought about jumping in and getting her feet again...
But then I realized Aunt Bev's size-10 pantyhosed feet were staring up at me. I walked over and gave each sole some one fingered strokes. I figured it would be a quick little tickle. But Bev started laughing as she turned her head to look at me and at the same time tickle Beth. Beth had been trying to grab Bev's hands...and did. So Bev was a little stuck. So I gave her soles the business.
Bev started to belly laugh...I got in some good tickles before she rolled over Beth and off the other side of the bed....
Ahhh...the good old days. Sometimes, I really miss that family.
I told the tale of the time my ex got tickled by her sister (with help from her sister's husband). Fast forward to about a year later. My wife's cousin is getting married, and the family is gathering in the cousin's town. During the two hour drive there, my wife even mentioned that we have to 'get' her sister, and that it should be easy because she was flying in without her husband...and the three of us would be staying at the same house (my wife's Aunt Bev, the mother of the bride). Boingggg!
My wife...Tina...was very close to her Aunt Bev, almost like sisters. Her real sister, Beth, was not a favorite of the Aunts. Alas, my wife and Aunt Bev took care of business without me. I will morph so a sad third person...
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"I'll sit on her legs, and you tickle her feet..." (That is a line not whispered enough...)
The three ladies arrived at Aunt Bev's house, having just come from a wedding rehearsal dinner. It was at a good restaurant, so they were all dressed up...skirts, dress suits, heels, and hose...all in tan hose, actually. Aunt Bev was in her late 40's, a big woman, but not fat, at almost 6" tall and wide of shoulder and hips. She was recently divorced, and fond of her new freedom. She lived alone, but this night she had three guests...her nieces Tina and Beth, as well as Tina's husband...Nick. Nick was out with the guys from the wedding party, and would be dropped off later.
The ladies kicked of their shoes at the door, and padded around Bev's one-story ranch home in their stockinged feet. Bev was in a partying mood, as was her favorite neice, Tina. Bev didn't like Beth very much, feeling she lived life as a spoiled brat, which she did. Tina got the Italian blood of the family, a fiery dark skinned, dark haired go-getter. They didn't even look like sisters...Beth was fair and blonde. She looked alot like Denise Austin, the female fitness guru, only prettier. She had a thick lower half, from her butt down through her calves and size 8 feet.
Beth was supposed to sleep on the couch (the house only had two bedrooms), but she wandered into Tina's bedroom and lay down on the bed, still in her clothes (a cream colored silk pants suit), complaining about her flight across country and how tired she was. Before Tina was done unpacking, Beth's eyes were closed as she had put her hands over her folded arms, and stretched out on the down comforter. Her tan nylon feet hanging off the edge of the bed.
Tina left her there, overhead light still on (she knew her sister was trying to take over the bed and bedroom), and went to the other end of the house with Aunt Bev.
"Where's your sister?"
"She's passed out on my bed, or pretending to be..."
Tina was fine with this...because this fell into her plan. When Nick got there, they would gang-tickle Beth before kicking her out of the room. But Aunt Bev was more than a little pissed off.
"What? That little..." And went stalking down the hallway and stopped at the doorway, hands on hips.
Now, there was one thing about this family...all of the women had ticklish feet...Aunt Bev and her sisters, along with their daughters/neices. It was a sometimes horrible fact that was often exploited by the men in the family, as well as the women against each other. On a scale of 1-10, most of them were an 11.
Tina walked up next to Bev, peaking in at Beth. Beth was not asleep, only pretending. She could sense the women watching her; she hoped they would turn off the light and close the door. Beth turned her head, snuggled into the bed a little more (hoping they would thing she was sleeping), and in doing so, flexed her stockinged feet a little. Big mistake.
Both women's eyes were drawn to the nylon-clad feet. Beth whispered to Aunt Bev "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Bev nodded..."I'll sit on her legs, and you tickle her feet..."
Both women crept in. Bev sat down, side saddle on the bed and on Beth's calves, pinning her legs into the comforter. Beth opened her eyes and looked back with a "Hey?..." as if she was being annoyed at being woken up...
Tina called up from the edge of the bed..."Hey Beth, do you remember last year at Mom's? Beth was dumbfounded for a moment...
"Let me know if this tickled too much..."
Tina wrapped her left hand around Beth's left ankle, and tickled her upturned stockinged foot. Beth immediately exploded with her throaty laughter.
"WHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTAAAHHPPPAHAHAHAAHA"
Beth was trapped...Aunt Bev was big to begin with, and she sat on her perfectly. She could not pull out, and Tina then took all ten manicured nails to the top, bottom and toes of her left foot. She laughed harder...
"NHAAAAOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA"
"Sounds like your having fun. Aunt Bev, get the other foot."
Bev could reach and gently tease Beth's other foot without giving up position. Beth was almost crying now..."HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTOPSTOP!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
This went on for several minutes...they had tickled each other before, so they knew how to most drive her nuts, letting up enough to let her breath, and then start again..."STAAAAHHHPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
Beth's size 8 nylon feet were dancing all over the place, but she couldn't move her legs above her ankle. Tina pulled back her toes, and danced four fingers on her tight taupe arch....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
And then they did stop...at the sound of a car door. Nick was being dropped off and coming in the door....
Tina called "We're in here..."
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So I walked into the bedroom...three women in stockinged feet. Did I mention that my ex had removed her skirt, and was walking around in her blouse and pantyhose? Oy! She was now sitting on the edge of the bed, and Bev was still sitting on Beth. Beth's stocking feet were fucking staring up at me, but by the look of the heaving, crying Beth, the tickling was done.
"What's going on?"
"Beth was trying to steal our bed. I had to change her mind."
"No I wasn't! Now get offa me!"
Tina got up first and whisked by me (had to pee...they were lucky Beth hadn't peed all over the bed). Bev started to get off, and Beth started to roll over. But then, Bev jumped on her and straddled her, teasing, "You're awful bossy for a little girl!" and started to rib tickle her. Beth was giggling a bit, but fighting her off, too...so it wasn't terrible. I thought about jumping in and getting her feet again...
But then I realized Aunt Bev's size-10 pantyhosed feet were staring up at me. I walked over and gave each sole some one fingered strokes. I figured it would be a quick little tickle. But Bev started laughing as she turned her head to look at me and at the same time tickle Beth. Beth had been trying to grab Bev's hands...and did. So Bev was a little stuck. So I gave her soles the business.
Bev started to belly laugh...I got in some good tickles before she rolled over Beth and off the other side of the bed....
Ahhh...the good old days. Sometimes, I really miss that family.
