TicklishFrankie
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I'm back from the dead to post again, and hopefully I can start telling a few more tales. Sorry to all the fans of the Smallville series about my absence from here, and maybe if you'll all accept me back I'll have to start up again. Anyway, I was inspired by the bit of info in the "Ticklish Celebs" section, and decided to have a go at it. As always, feedback is appreciated.
Venus Williams stared into the meeting room across from the weights. Behind the glass window she could see Enrique Iglesies and Anna Kournikova giving an interview. It was ridiculous really. Here the U.S. Open was starting up, and Anna hadn’t played any match that mattered in as long as anyone could remember, and yet she was getting interview and Venus was toning. Oh well, that’s the difference between winning a trophy and making a magazine cover.
Venus shook her head and continued her curls. The 5-lb weights weren’t much, but it was good for keeping her muscles taut and ready. She finished out a set of curls and then lifted the weights over her head, letting her mind wander. It was a good way of strengthening her arms and getting her mind in the right place at the same time.
Serena Williams stepped into the room and smiled to see her sister trying her weird “workout the mind and body” regimen, and then set her bag down. Venus was a fantastic tennis player, but maybe a little soft in the head. Serena pulled out her sneakers and socks and prepared to exchange them for the sandals she had on when something caught her eye. The interview with Anna and Enrique was still going on, but Anna’s bare feet were now in his lap and she was giggling merrily.
The Latin megastar was gliding his fingers up and down Anna’s long soles, and Anna was beside herself, trying to talk to the reporter, but clearly too ticklish to pull it off. As she squirmed and wiggled in her seat the reporter smiled and reached out her own nails to inflict a few tickles on the poor Russian. Anna was squealing with laughter and trying to pull away, but to no avail, as Enrique had her trapped.
A wicked idea formed in Serena’s head, and she cast a glance at her sister, deep in thought and just waiting to be tickled. Venus had always been a little bit more ticklish than her little sister, and Serena loved the effect tickling had. She could make Venus say uncle pretty easily with a few well placed strokes.
She snuck quietly over to her sister and slid behind her, dancing her nails up Venus’s sides. The older sister’s mouth twitched, but she stayed deep in thought, perhaps now thinking of her ticklishness. Serena giggled softly and began to dance her nails rapidly around Venus’s upper ribs, digging in just enough to get her sister going. Now broken chuckles began to seep out of Venus’s mouth, and her eyes blinked open.
“Serena!! Steeeheheeoopp! I’m tryyyyhiihiihhiinng to traayyyyiin aahahaaaa…”
She squirmed around as Serena increased her intensity. “Come on Sis, you know how it works: say uncle and I’ll stop!”
Venus contemplated uncle, but her arms nearly buckled as Serena’s short nails began to scratch along the bottoms of her armpits, tickling like crazy. “AAAHAHAA NO NO SERENA!! NO UNDERAAAHAHAAAARRMSS HAHAHAAA!!!”
The older Williams twisted and laughed helplessly as her sister scribbled and scratched around her helpless underarms. Serena was giggling aloud and whispering threats to her sister, who was already overcome with laughter and only getting worse.
“Wow, I forgot how ticklish you are Sis. I can’t imagine how anyone could ever win a professional title when a simple underarm tickle reduces them to a six year old giggling girl. Maybe you need a little more tickling to fire you up before matches…” As she said this Serena trailed on hand down onto Venus’s bare bellybutton, exposed by the way her shirt had ridden up. Her other hand continued its deadly work, scribbling in her sister’s deep, ticklish hollow.
Suddenly, with a ticklish howl, Venus dropped the weights and fell to the floor, and lay faced down, unmoving. Serena, unsure of whether this was a trick or an actual problem, stood back warily.
“Venus? You didn’t say uncle… I’m gonna tickle you again…” She stared at her fallen sister. “V? Come on, talk to me…” She stepped closer, staring down. Serena thought to herself and suddenly kicked off her left sandal. If there was one thing that always got to Venus, it was a good toe tickle.
She reached her bare foot out, but no sooner had she wiggled her toes into Venus’s ribs, she was caught, and nails were dancing on her sole. Serena shrieked and pulled, but Venus had a death grip on her ankle.
“Veeeeeheheeheeennnuss NOOOO HAHAHAA NO FEEHEETT HAHAHA STAHAAPP IT’S NOOT FAAIIR HAHAHAAA” Serena twisted and writhed on the floor, laughing hysterically as Venus danced her fingers up and down her sister’s bare arch. She smiled and watched her usually dominant sister wail with laughter and beg for mercy, enjoying every second of the role reversal.
“You know how it works Serena. Now you need to say uncle or I’ll just tickle you forever. And to be honest…. that sounds pretty fun to me, so take your time deciding.” She scratched the slightly calloused area right around the ball of Serena’s foot, using her other hand to hold Serena’s tormented tootsie.
Now Serena could actually hear the light scratches on her foot, as well as feeling the lightning bolts of ticklish feelings slamming into her brain. She screamed and pounded on the floor, knowing she couldn’t get free. Venus was sitting with her legs out and Serena could see her long, pale soles, and knew how terribly ticklish they were, but she just couldn’t get to them. As she flopped helplessly she felt Venus go for the undersides of her toes, and she was finished.
“UUUNNNCLEEE HAHAHAHAAHA STOOOP HAHAHAHA OK OK OK I GIIIIVE!!!!”
Venus, true to her word, stopped, but held the ticklish foot in place. “Who’s more ticklish now?”
Serena groaned and tried to roll over, and was greeted by ten perfectly french-pedicured toes. She looked up and saw Anna standing over her. “Wow, you two were really going at it. I’m surprised you lasted as long as you did. If she was tickling my soles, I would’ve probably said uncle right away.”
Serena glanced back at Venus with a grin and then turned to the Russian, reaching for her ankle. “Really Anna? Your feet are that ticklish?”
Venus Williams stared into the meeting room across from the weights. Behind the glass window she could see Enrique Iglesies and Anna Kournikova giving an interview. It was ridiculous really. Here the U.S. Open was starting up, and Anna hadn’t played any match that mattered in as long as anyone could remember, and yet she was getting interview and Venus was toning. Oh well, that’s the difference between winning a trophy and making a magazine cover.
Venus shook her head and continued her curls. The 5-lb weights weren’t much, but it was good for keeping her muscles taut and ready. She finished out a set of curls and then lifted the weights over her head, letting her mind wander. It was a good way of strengthening her arms and getting her mind in the right place at the same time.
Serena Williams stepped into the room and smiled to see her sister trying her weird “workout the mind and body” regimen, and then set her bag down. Venus was a fantastic tennis player, but maybe a little soft in the head. Serena pulled out her sneakers and socks and prepared to exchange them for the sandals she had on when something caught her eye. The interview with Anna and Enrique was still going on, but Anna’s bare feet were now in his lap and she was giggling merrily.
The Latin megastar was gliding his fingers up and down Anna’s long soles, and Anna was beside herself, trying to talk to the reporter, but clearly too ticklish to pull it off. As she squirmed and wiggled in her seat the reporter smiled and reached out her own nails to inflict a few tickles on the poor Russian. Anna was squealing with laughter and trying to pull away, but to no avail, as Enrique had her trapped.
A wicked idea formed in Serena’s head, and she cast a glance at her sister, deep in thought and just waiting to be tickled. Venus had always been a little bit more ticklish than her little sister, and Serena loved the effect tickling had. She could make Venus say uncle pretty easily with a few well placed strokes.
She snuck quietly over to her sister and slid behind her, dancing her nails up Venus’s sides. The older sister’s mouth twitched, but she stayed deep in thought, perhaps now thinking of her ticklishness. Serena giggled softly and began to dance her nails rapidly around Venus’s upper ribs, digging in just enough to get her sister going. Now broken chuckles began to seep out of Venus’s mouth, and her eyes blinked open.
“Serena!! Steeeheheeoopp! I’m tryyyyhiihiihhiinng to traayyyyiin aahahaaaa…”
She squirmed around as Serena increased her intensity. “Come on Sis, you know how it works: say uncle and I’ll stop!”
Venus contemplated uncle, but her arms nearly buckled as Serena’s short nails began to scratch along the bottoms of her armpits, tickling like crazy. “AAAHAHAA NO NO SERENA!! NO UNDERAAAHAHAAAARRMSS HAHAHAAA!!!”
The older Williams twisted and laughed helplessly as her sister scribbled and scratched around her helpless underarms. Serena was giggling aloud and whispering threats to her sister, who was already overcome with laughter and only getting worse.
“Wow, I forgot how ticklish you are Sis. I can’t imagine how anyone could ever win a professional title when a simple underarm tickle reduces them to a six year old giggling girl. Maybe you need a little more tickling to fire you up before matches…” As she said this Serena trailed on hand down onto Venus’s bare bellybutton, exposed by the way her shirt had ridden up. Her other hand continued its deadly work, scribbling in her sister’s deep, ticklish hollow.
Suddenly, with a ticklish howl, Venus dropped the weights and fell to the floor, and lay faced down, unmoving. Serena, unsure of whether this was a trick or an actual problem, stood back warily.
“Venus? You didn’t say uncle… I’m gonna tickle you again…” She stared at her fallen sister. “V? Come on, talk to me…” She stepped closer, staring down. Serena thought to herself and suddenly kicked off her left sandal. If there was one thing that always got to Venus, it was a good toe tickle.
She reached her bare foot out, but no sooner had she wiggled her toes into Venus’s ribs, she was caught, and nails were dancing on her sole. Serena shrieked and pulled, but Venus had a death grip on her ankle.
“Veeeeeheheeheeennnuss NOOOO HAHAHAA NO FEEHEETT HAHAHA STAHAAPP IT’S NOOT FAAIIR HAHAHAAA” Serena twisted and writhed on the floor, laughing hysterically as Venus danced her fingers up and down her sister’s bare arch. She smiled and watched her usually dominant sister wail with laughter and beg for mercy, enjoying every second of the role reversal.
“You know how it works Serena. Now you need to say uncle or I’ll just tickle you forever. And to be honest…. that sounds pretty fun to me, so take your time deciding.” She scratched the slightly calloused area right around the ball of Serena’s foot, using her other hand to hold Serena’s tormented tootsie.
Now Serena could actually hear the light scratches on her foot, as well as feeling the lightning bolts of ticklish feelings slamming into her brain. She screamed and pounded on the floor, knowing she couldn’t get free. Venus was sitting with her legs out and Serena could see her long, pale soles, and knew how terribly ticklish they were, but she just couldn’t get to them. As she flopped helplessly she felt Venus go for the undersides of her toes, and she was finished.
“UUUNNNCLEEE HAHAHAHAAHA STOOOP HAHAHAHA OK OK OK I GIIIIVE!!!!”
Venus, true to her word, stopped, but held the ticklish foot in place. “Who’s more ticklish now?”
Serena groaned and tried to roll over, and was greeted by ten perfectly french-pedicured toes. She looked up and saw Anna standing over her. “Wow, you two were really going at it. I’m surprised you lasted as long as you did. If she was tickling my soles, I would’ve probably said uncle right away.”
Serena glanced back at Venus with a grin and then turned to the Russian, reaching for her ankle. “Really Anna? Your feet are that ticklish?”
The end?
