Hello, everyone! Ticklish here! Thank-you for the 1000 views on both of my stories! I have a lot more posting to do, but I'm on it!
Okay, last month, during October, this takes place.
My sister, Jen, and I were home alone (Just to let you know, we look identical, just my hair is red, while my sister is brunette, and she's two years older than me - stronger too). I was wearing a white tank-top with a picture of pikachu on it, and short-shorts, barefoot. My sister and I were both watching some movie (I can't remember what it was

), and a girl was tied to a chair in it. "Wow, we haven't had a tie-up game in a while," my sister said. I'd only been tied up two times, so i didn't refer to it as a game. My sister turned off the movie. "Hey, we don't need to-" I started, but my sister grabbed a chair and placed it on the floor. "Sit,' she said. I shook my head. "Dammit, Riley. Do we have to make this hard?" I nodded, and Jen sprang on me. I tried to fight, but she overpowered me, pinning my wrists to the floor. "Now, sit in the chair," jen said, smiling. She guided me to the chair, then pulled some shoe laces from my vans that sat nearby. "And this is why you should wear slip-ons when you skate," Jen said. She pulled my wrists behind the chairs, and knotted them together, cinching the knot out of my reach. She then tied my bare ankles together, and used the last few inches of the lace to tie my already bound ankles to the chair bar underneath where I was sitting. "Now, for the gag," she said. She rushed upstairs, and disappeared. I waited for a few minutes. Finally, she came sprinting back down, holding a pair of my dirty panties from my laundry. "Well, looks like we hit a home-run today,' she said. Jen stuffed the underwear in my mouth, me not protesting. It was no use, anyway. She then grabbed a roll of decorative gummy-bear duct-tape, and sealed my mouth shut. I groaned into my gag. Jen smiled. "Well, now time for the tickling!" Jen screamed I shook my head, but in a flash, she was running her fingers all over my ribs, making me laugh into my gag. She moved her fingers faster, and I began bucking in the chair. Finally, after a few minutes, she stopped. "now for the feet," she said, stooping down. My feet are most ticklish, so I began nervously shaking my head. Jen moved her fingers around, pretending to, smiling deviously up at me. Finally, her fingers dug into my bare soles, making me scream laughter. After about ten minutes of just normal tickling, she began tracing circles on my feet, making me laugh and shake my legs, but they were firmly lashed to the chair. She then moved, so both hands were tickling both feet at the same time. After about twenty minutes of the circle-torture, Jen stood up. "time to tickle your tummy," Jen said, smiling evily. She pulled my shirt up, over my head, revealing my bra, and of course, my belly. She began running her fingers all over my bare stomach, and of course, I couldn't see, making it tickle more. She then swirled her finger inside my belly button, and I couldn't breath for a few seconds. I was laughing myself dead. I then felt her lips on my stomach, and Jen blew in like, five or six raspberries on me. I began to cry from laughter, going crazy from the tickling. Then, Jen began tickling my stomach again, but with only one hand. She then reached into my shorts, and began tickling my thighs. I was jerking on the chair, not knowing how it still stood without falling onto the floor. Jen then reached up, and began tickling my underarms. I was going crazy in hysterics! Finally, the tickling ceased. Jen pulled my shirt back down from my head, and let me breath. "Don't worry, there will be more later," she said, smiling. My soul crashed onto the floor at those words.
TO BE CONTINUED... (On this same topic

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