Kevin was in hysterics while his two baby brothers were tickling his immoble feet. It was horrible. And slightly humilitating, even though no one was there to witness it other than the three of them. He was the older brother, he should be able to do this to them, not vice versa.
And why, he thought, why my feet? At least its not my sides. If they knew how much more ticklish I was on my sides, I'd have died already.
He threw his head back with more laughter, "Hahahahaha, plehehehease noho mohohore!"
"But Kev," Joe whined, "You've tickled us before. This is revenge for all the years of torment you give out."
"Definatly, remeber that time you put shaving cream in my shoes? That wasn't cool," Nick added, giving his older brother a quick tickle on the ball of his foot.
Joe moved up to Kevins knees and began squeezing them with one hand and tickling on the underside. He jerkeda round trying to avoid the ticklish sensations exploding in his mind. Then, IT happened. Nick was moving up Kevins body to tickle his armpits when he grazed Kevins side causing him to jolt dramatically. Through the tears forming in his eyes from laughing so hard, he saw a smirk makes its way across Nicks face. He whispered something to a knee-tickling Joe, who nodded eagerly, and amped up his fingers, increasing Kevins laughter. Nick then promptly left the room, and returned a few minutes later with a couple of things in his arms.
Moments later, Kevin felt his shirt being lifted up. No, he thought, not there, anywhere but there.
Joe let up on his knees, and gave him a break to catch his breath.
But not for long. On one of his sides, he felt Joe tickle him with a hairbrush on his left side and Nick tickling him with an electric toothbrush on his right. So a hairbrush, toothbrush, and two hands were tickling him to the edge of insanity and back. He was bucking and thrashing about as much as his bonds would allow him. He was going through a new form of hell and as soon as he got out, Nick and Joe were as good as dead. They knew it too, thats why they were milking it as much as they could while he was tied up. Sweat running down his face and his abs. His hair started matting against his forehead. Poor kid. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Whats going on?" inquired...
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