Alex saw the white feather appear and wave in the air in front of his eyes. The delicate fingers of the babysitter were holding it right for him to see it.
“Let’s see how my first participant fares up.” She said, her voice coming from next to the boy.
Amy could easily hear how his breath sped up at that very instant. Alex had a bit of bad luck, since he ended up frozen with his arms held up, as he was putting some books on a higher shelf.
“Hmmmmmm… not wearing a shirt, Alex. Tsk tsk, that’s gonna make it a bit harder for you. What protection are you going to have against this little feather here?” The boy heard the voice next to him without being able to see Amy’s facial expression due to the rules of the game, but if he could have, he could have seen that it was one of pure glee.
The feather landed on the boy’s hip, and began to travel its way up, caressing his skin.
Amy took notice of every move and twitch Alex made involuntarily, making mental notes of sensitive spots and preferable techniques to tickle them.
The seed of a movement that began, slowly but surely, to develop into a full-body wobble that was every second more far away from the boy’s ability to self-control.
“Hmmmm… ticklish on our sides, are we?” Amy teased him. But even more than the sides, the jackpot was hit when the tip of the slender white feather reached his armpit.
“HMMPPFFF!” The boy spurted a loud giggle that he had to muffle quickly.
“Ah. What was that, Alex? I think I almost heard you laugh.” Amy said to him. As she did, she began to slowly use the tip of the feather to gently caress the hollow of the boy’s underarm, in an almost casual fashion.
A huge grin plastered on the boy’s face. He shut down his eyes hard, and closed his fists making his knuckles white. His legs were getting weaker by the second, as a huge bout of silly cackles were fighting their way out of his lungs!
“Oh, I don’t think you’re gonna make it, Alex… of the two minutes we’re just 10 seconds in!” Amy said in a voice with a silly and exaggerated concern, clearly teasing him.
“Twooooo whoooole minutes of this?” With each word that she dragged out, she also dragged out the caress of the feather on the skin.
Alex’s knees were shaking by now. He didn’t even know how he was being even able not to explode into a supernova of laughter.
“Hey, Alex…” Amy got closer to the boy’s ear, and whispered to him: “... coochie coochie coo!”
“PfffffffffwaaaaahahahahahahAHHAhAHAhaHAHAHA!!” The boy finally brought his arms down in an effort to protect his armpits from the feather’s tender ministration, but that didn’t do any good to him. Quick as a lightning, Amy’s hand discarded the feather and darted right into both of his armpits.
“BWAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAT’S NAHAHAHAHAT FAHAHAHAHAHAIR AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” With both of his armpits tickled by Amy’s expert fingers, his laughter reached new, crazed heights.
His wobbly legs finally failed him, as he collapsed onto his back on the floor.
“Oh, nice! A bit more of advantage!” Said the babysitter, pinning him down on the floor with her toned legs, with her hands never leaving Alex’s armpits. “Not that I need much, though. You have no clothes to protect you… and you’re just so ticklish, Alex! Coochie coochie coochie!” She teased him gleefully.
“OHOHOAHAHAHAHA! NO PLEASEAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! TEHEEHEEHEECKLES TOO MAHAHAHAHAHAHACH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The poor boy threw his head back as he laughed as much as his lungs allowed him.
“Ow, baby boy… I think your armpits might just be your most ticklish spot, aren’t they?” Amy asked in a gentle tone. Alex couldn’t even reply, he was too busy being besides himself with laughter.
And Amy was right, he also thought. Getting tickled on his armpits, while having to stand still at first, and not wearing at least a t-shirt to protect his skin a little bit? Those were the elements necessary to reduce him to a helpless laughing heap.
The girls, meanwhile, were in a state of frozen frenzy. The sound of their brother being wrecked with tickles was getting to them, almost as if they could feel Amy’s fingers on their skin as well. It was a mixed feeling of being relieved of not being the ticklee at the moment, but also of a bit of fear of knowing what was inevitably in store for them.
And not to mention something else they noticed they were feeling: excitement! They had a whole week ahead of them with Amy, and this seemed just… so… fun! There was something just thrilling about it that it made them want to keep playing more than anything. Even for Erin, the oldest of the three, it was an undeniable feeling.
Layla, on the other hand, could simply not wait for Amy to subject her to her expert tickles and to make her laugh her head off.
“You know, I feel tempted to tickle your feet, since you’re barefoot. They are my favorite spot to tickle, after all… But you’re just so ticklish up here! It’s so hard not to keep on making you laugh like this!” Amy thought out loud as she giggled along. Poor Alex only shook his head, not even knowing what he was trying to communicate. Did he want the babysitter to stop tickling his armpits? Did that mean that he preferred to have his feet tickled instead? Did he want the tickling to go on? Did he want the tickling to stop? Even he wasn’t able to tell, not at least while Amy’s fingers kept on driving him crazy with silly laughter!
“Oh, what the hell. Just a little bit.” In the blink of an eye, Amy switched positions, and trapped both of Alex’s bare feet in a secure arm lock. Using her other free hand, she scrabbled her fingernails all over the boy’s sensitive and ticklish soles, keeping his raucous laughter at the same level.
“Ticka ticka ticka, baby boy!”
With his arms free but with his feet being subjected to such sneaky tickles, Alex could only flail around and hug his own sides as he laughed himself silly.
The tickling of his feet lasted for only a bit less than a minute, but it was more than enough to make the boy tap out on the floor as a sign of surrendering.
“Ahh… you submit, I see.” Amy said, as she stopped tickling him. She turned around to make eye contact with him. With a bit of difficulty, and with a huge nervous grin on his face, the boy looked at her and nodded.
“Very well, then… let’s keep on playing, shall we?” Amy said with an upbeat tone as she clapped her hands. With a final flick of her fingernails, she drew out one final giggle out of Alex.
“Here you go, sport.” She said, lending a hand to the boy and helping him to get up and back on his feet. “You might better want to wear a shirt the next time… or perhaps you won’t.” She said as she winked at him. While still getting his breath back, Alex blushed and giggled like crazy at the girl’s remark.
“Alrighty, then! That was only the first round! Let’s play some more! Start cleaning the room, my lovelies.” Amy said, as the children followed suit.
Erin looked at her side, seeing her brother moving slightly slower than the rest and still getting his breath back. Even so, he seemed to wear a noticeable playful smile on his face. Did he enjoy that intense bit of tickling? Erin doubted… “he couldn’t have, did he? But his face says otherwise…”
She looked to her other side, and saw Layla making slightly exaggerated movements, that surely had the intention of making her freeze in a position that would leave convenient areas of her body exposed so they could be an appealing tickle target for Amy.
“They seem to be enjoying this. So perhaps… I could try to loosen up a bit and enjoy it as well? But Amy’s skills… they are a bit intimidating.” The oldest sister thought to herself.
Not long after her first orden, the children once again heard their babysitter say out loud: “Mannequin!”
… and at once, all three of them stood in place, frozen in the position they were.
And once again, the kids could listen to Amy’s deliberately slow pace as she walked among them, not seeing her, not knowing who would feel her feather next.
“Hmmmmm… decisions, decisions…” Her melodious voice traveled through the room, teasing the kids ears and their minds with the possibilities. Even Alex didn’t feel completely safe, knowing that there was a fair chance that he could get it again.
Amy then chose...
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