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Usual disclaimer applies here, if you’re under 18 reading this will make you blind so
go away. This story deals with underage sex so if offended please close the door on your
way out.
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Tickled in my own room
Amanda was your average teenager. While at home she acted like a spoiled brat and
demanded her sister and parents to do what she wanted. Amanda was on the
cheerleading team her entire life and only spent time with other cheerleaders. When
out of her house she was very playful and spunky, when she was home she was a bitch.
She was very pretty. Amanda always wore enough perfume to make a room take on her
sent. It also left you craving her smell when she left a room. She stood 5’6
and about 112lbs. She wore her bright blond hair up and liked to play with her hair
as she talked. Of course she wore some skimpy clothes to show of her belly and her
gorgeous legs.
It was a Friday morning and Amanda was in her room clipping her toenails as she tried to
listen to the radio. One thing about Amanda was she took good care of her
feet. They were so smooth and soft her boyfriends just loved to rub them for her,
and tickle which is why she changed boyfriends so much.
Directly under Amanda’s room was the basement, where her older sister and her friends
were rocking away with their guitars and drums. You see these girls wanted to become
a famous all girls band. They played in the morning when the parents were at
work. With the schools closed for the holidays they were playing every
morning.
Carrie was Amanda’s older sister. Carrie was a Goth kind of girl. Her clothing
was all black, from her hair to her toenails. Carrie didn’t much care for
people, she tended to hate everyone, and all she wanted was for people to leave her
alone. She acted like a heavy weight fighter, but she was only 130lbs, which was not
bad for her 5’8 frame.
Tory was Carries best friend of ten years; they were inseparable and often spent the night
at each other’s house. Tory always had a sarcastic type of attitude. It
was funny to see her telling someone off because she was so much smaller then most of the
other girls. At 5’2 and 105lbs she was not very intimidating. Always
wearing her lucky skull necklace and her favorite black work shoes she tended to stick
out. She was a fiery little thing.
The day before the two girls got into a screaming match with Amanda over how loud they
played. It turned into a wrestling match between the sisters and Amanda found her
self getting pinned by her older sister. After a solid twenty minutes Carrie was
satisfied that her sister had learned her lesson and nothing else was said. Amanda
was not one to remember her lessons in life and decided to fight back with her bullying
sister.
With each passing minute Amanda was getting more upset with the loud, horrible, ear
shattering music coming from the basement. She tried turning her radio up but found
the all girl band was able to blast there music much louder then her cheap radio.
It was time to act; Amanda stomped out of her room and was going to put an end to this
madness. Knowing her sister would sit on her again she decided to lock the basement
door. With that done she turned off the circuit breaker for the basement.
Screams came from the now dark basement. You could hear the girls stumbling around
in the dark and swearing loudly to no one in particular. When Carrie pounded her way
up the stairs Amanda yelled out, “try playing with no electricity”. Carrie was
turning the door handle and when she realized it was locked became one enraged
person. “Open the freaking door right now
3;or else
3;I’m not
kidding.”
Carrie could hear Amanda laughing on the other side of the door and began cursing her with
every word in the book. The door was getting kicked, punched and elbowed but there
was no way to open the door. There was some sibling like threats made but Amanda new
she was save, as long as she was locked in the basement.
Amanda returned to her room and sprawled out on her floor. With her magazine and
music she was able to finally relax and enjoy her alone time. The occasional loud
screams came from the basement but did not bother her at all; after all it was peaceful in
the house. And she kind of enjoyed knowing they were all scared down there.
Carrie was determined to get her cheerleader sister for doing this. The
ever-resourceful Carrie managed to find some small screwdrivers and was sure she could get
out of the basement. It took a little over an hour but Carrie was able to remove the
door handle and free them from the dark, cold, scary basement.
Amanda was lying on her stomach with her soles facing up and her arms resting on the
floor. When she heard the floor squeak behind her she turned over onto her
back. Carrie stopped her from getting up by straddling her on her upper chest and
used her long arms to hold down her sister’s arms above her head.
The two sisters were screaming at each other like there words were punches. Amanda
tried to buck her older, heavier sister off but could not do so. Carrie held her
sister as she tried to figure out what to do with her. Amanda’s puffy little
face was inches from her sister’s pussy and she didn’t want to get any closer
then she was. Carrie was leaning over her sister as she held her arms far above her
head. It was very uncomfortable for Amanda.
Tory was beginning to enjoy the seen before her. The sight of watching this
cheerleader try to get free was amusing. When she noticed Amanda’s tight abs
and toned stomach she began to wonder if she was ticklish. Again she looked up and
saw Carrie was able to hold Amanda down easily. After the cheerleader was tired of
struggling Tory straddled Amanda just below her waist.
Again the sisters were yelling at each other when Tory ran her finger along Amanda’s
stomach. With every lap around her stomach she noticed her muscles tensed, and her
skin would shiver where she was touched. Soon Carrie was the only one yelling as
Amanda was trying hard to keep from laughing.
Carrie noticed her sister bighting her teeth and flinching below her and was wondering
what she was doing. She watched her sister began breathing harder and noticed her
face was getting tight.
Amanda was trying to keep from laughing, afraid they would use her weakness against
her. The cold touch of the finger moving slowly along her stomach was torture for
her. When the tickling kept up she could not help but let out a few peeps.
When she felt the ten fingers wiggling all along her stomach she went berserk.
Amanda was wiggling the best she could under her sister.
Carrie looked over her shoulder and realized how ticklish Amanda was. “Keep it
up”, she told her friend. Carrie was looking into the eyes of her sister and
loved watching the tortured look in her face. The more Amanda wiggled and fought the
more she liked it. This was going to be the best revenge ever.
The house filled of laughter as the tickling picked up. Tory used her fingers to
tickle up and down her rib cage, all over her stomach, and picked, and flicked, and
tormented her sides. “This is one ticklish cheerleader,” she yelled
out.
“Don’t let up, let’s make her suffer”, replied Carrie. Of course
Carrie wanted to tickle as well, after all it was her sister. With her left hand she
was able to hold down both of Amanda’s weakened wrists leaving her right hand
free. Carrie slides her right hand down her sister’s arms, which made her
sister, shudder.
Carrie then began tickling her armpits, which to her amusement left her sister
screaming for her to stop. As her fingers traced the smooth, soft skin under her
arms and pits Amanda was laughing her head off.
“Please
3;.stop
3;.Carrie
3;I’m your sister
3;please
3;.hahahahahaha
Amanda had tears streaking down her face as she pleaded for them to stop. It felt
like a thousand fingers were attacking her. Her toes were curled tight and her body
was unable to find the strength to fight free. With Tory digging into her sides she
began bucking but Tory just dug in deeper leaving poor Amanda in a state of tickle
hell.
The ticklers were finding great delight from watching Amanda buck wildly knowing they were
causing her to lose control like this. They worked her over harder as they sensed
she was ready to lose her mind. The fact that they reduced Amanda to a sweating, red
faced, blabbering little cheerleader had them smiling from ear to ear. They took
great satisfaction knowing they could torture someone to the point of making them beg.
Tory had a wicked idea. She leaned back and wrapped her one arm around her lower
leg. With her free hand she scratched just enough to see if her foot was
ticklish. Sure enough Amanda tried to pull away, her toes still locked down in a
desperate attempt to hold of the tickling on her feet.
At first Tory just played with the cheerleader, scratching parts of her sole to tease
her. When she unleashed her all of her fingers on her soles Amanda’s laughter
hit a new, high note. Soon Tory was tickling her all over with out stopping.
Amanda was shaking and laughing but could no longer speak. Her feet were so ticklish
her mind froze when they were touched. There was a sense of urgency for them to stop
but they would not listen to her desperate pleas. If she could just tell them they
would stop
3;”I’m going to pee”
When she heard her sister say, “good
3;what are you waiting for”, she began
to mix her laughter with short outbursts of whimpering. Tory put her into a deeper
panic when she yelled out, “help with her feet
3;she is going to go completely
nuts, let’s get her to pee”.
Amanda tried again to stop the tickling. She noticed her sister looking at her
and she begged, “I can’t take it
3;please stop
3;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha
3;no
more
3;
Carrie replied, “you can take it, you know why? You don’t have a choice
little sister. I’m going to tickle you till you pee, and if you are lucky we
will stop when you do.”
As Carrie turned to walk away Amanda reached out and grabbed Carrie’s ankle, “please”,
she said with tearful eyes. Carrie pulled her ankle free and knee walked down to
Amanda’s feet to help her friend.
Both girls had arm locks around Amanda’s feet and were running their fingers freely
up and down her feet. The girls were amazed how they had her screaming and twisting
by tickling her feet. They were so soft you could see her skin pop up after you
touched them. Both girls were running their fingers over her soft, pink soles then
squeezed her white ankles drawing loud out bursts of laughter as they went.
It was not until they were able to pry her toes down that Amanda’s laughter turned
silent. Carrie brushed her fingers over her sister’s toes saying, “open
your toes sis, they want to come out and play”.
As the girls dug their fingers between and under her toes they could tell Amanda was going
nuts. Her body was no longer bouncing around. Amanda was unable to move, she
just lay there laughing silently as her feet were unmercifully tickled. Carrie and
Tory were going all out on her feet, leaving no area untouched. They noticed how
sensitive her toes were so they each used a hand to hold back her toes and the other to
tickle. They went from toe to toe using a finger to tickle her on the tip of each
toe.
When they noticed Amanda was not moving around anymore they looked up to find that she had
wet her pants. They stopped to point and laugh at her wet spot. They were
proud to see that she was reduced to a crying little girl, god it felt good to tickle
torture her they said afterward.
Unfortunately they were not done with her that day. The tickling of her toes resumed
for a long hour until they tickled each toe on the tops, bottom, and in-between. When they
were finished with her Amanda was unable to speak, she had lost her voice from laughing so
hard and for so long.
The next few days Amanda cried in her room as the band played on. Not once did she
try to stop the practicing of the band. Every time she saw her sister she wiggled
her fingers at her, it was horrible for her. Amanda could not live like this, she
had to get even, she had to make her sister pay. Carrie had to suffer worse, Amanda
thought for days about what could happen.
Two weeks and a day after Amanda was tortured she was going to have her revenge.
Amanda’s parents were out of town for the weekend celebrating their wedding
anniversary so the house was empty. Tory was out of town with her parents for the weekend
so Carrie had no one left to help her.
That night as Carrie slept the pack of cheerleaders made their move. The five girls
tip toes into the room with ropes in hand. They easily tied each wrist and ankle to
the Victorian bed. The cheerleaders used three long ropes to go under the bed and
tied it over her to hold down her waist, upper legs, and lower legs. They stood and
watched her sleep.
Carrie was a heavy sleeper and did not wake up till she heard what sounded like a
cheer. She slowly woke up to see her sister and her fellow cheerleader doing a
cheer. They were all wearing their uniforms? As she tried to move she realized
she was unable to get out of bed. Then it her, she was wearing only her socks,
braw, and panties. Carrie was speechless; she watched the cheerleaders approach her,
then they all hung over her wiggling their fingers saying, “itchy kitchy goo”
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