The First 2 times I ever tickled my Step brother Michael
THE NEXT MORNING:
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside... Actually thats a lie. I awoke to my dad telling me to watch Michael while they ran errands. I lied in bed for a brief moment thinking of last night, then went out to the living room where Michael was already watching T.V.. Some stupid cartoon was on. I never payed attention to it. All of my attention was focused on Michael's feet and how to get Michael in a position to have me tickle his precious feet. I know that I'm his elder, and therefore could do nothing if I just walked over and tickled his feet, but I wanted to make it seem like an accident at first. and then just torture his feet. I stared at his bare feet just plotting. About an hour later I still had his feet in my mind. My urge to tickle his feet was insane. Michael was still watching T.V. but this time he was laying on the floor. Finally, something happened. Michael got bored and asked me if he wanted to wrestle. This was it, I knew that at this point, all I had to do was put Michael on the floor and tickle him. I turned the T.V. off and said "Your on!". His main attack was just grabbing hold of you and trying to put you on the floor. I played along and pretended to wrestle for about 5 minutes. Then I thought to myself "its time." As he was trying to pull me down, i quickly reached into his armpit and tickled him. He laughed loudly and released his grip.
"Oh," I said. "Your ticklish huh?"
"No." he replied
"Oh really," I said with a grin. "Lets find out."
Michael tried to escape but I caught him and jabbed at his ribs. he laughed hard and begged for me to stop. Of course my focus was his feet.
"So, you have ticklish armpits and ribs. But what about your feet?"
I quickly sat on his ankles. My dreams were coming true.
"No!!! Please don't tickle me! I can't take it!" Michael pleaded.
But my urge just exploded. I made sure his feet couldn't escape and then said,
"Afraid of a tickle monster are we?"
Before he could respond, I lost control of myself. My hands dove down onto the bottoms of his bare ticklish feet and began their torture.
Michael screamed louder than ever before as my nails raked all over his helpless ticklish captive feet.
"Your feet are my prisoners!" I said. "So tickle tickle tickle! Who has ticklish feet?"
Michael responded with another scream and silent laugher as I moved both of my hands over to his right foot. Remembering that the middle of his arches was where he was most ticklish, I did a 10 finger scramble all over his ticklish arch. Switching back to tickling both feet at the same time i synchronized my hand to tickle both of his feet the same way. Both of Michael's ticklish feet were both tortured by my nails. Michael laughed loud and hard as I tickled his feet. My heart raced and my nails tickled his feet faster and faster. Michael let out another scream as my nails sped up. Then it was time to find out if slow tickles or fast tickles worked better on his ticklish feet. I slowed my nails down and gently stroked both of his feet at the same time. He laughed hard and silent. That answered my question. His feet were that ticklish. Then, out of the blue, I leaned down and licked his right foot. starting at the heel and slowly dragging it up. surpassingly, Michael laughed hard at this too. for some odd reason, hearing his laugh made me lick his foot again and again and again. his laughs getting harder every time. then i held his big toe and licked it good. Michael screamed once again and then i went back to my nails just clawing at his ticklish feet. I couldn't abandon his feet. They were just too ticklish.
I raked my nails up and down his feet for the next few minutes as he laughed silently. And then, as hard as it was, I had to let him go. But not before I licked his foot one last time.
More to come...