"Hmm, I think you've got a point," Mused Chris casually, one had resting on my bicep, locked straight up by my own shirt.
"Hey -what?" I asked, tone flat as a table.
"Well, you're already tied up, and didn't you want to be tickled earlier?" Asked Aimee, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "This was your idea, after all."
"It was supposed to be a contest!" I protested nervously, shifting awkwardly on my knees, suddenly wishing very much that I could bring my arms down. I felt as naked as when I was born. "We were going to have Chris tickle us both, and see who could hold out longer!"
"Oh, don't feel bad," Aimee purred, shuffling besides me on her knees, smiling as I tried as ungainly spin to keep her in sight. "This way, we'll at least tickle you, so you'll get half of what you wanted." Gently, she unclasped my belt, letting my cut-offs flop to the sand unceremoniously.
"But, this isn't part of the plan, I -eep!" Suddenly, Chris reached out and poked me in the side with his other hand, smiling and raising an eye-brow as I almost fell over, stomach sucking in at the sudden contact. Blazes, that tickled!
"Wow. You really are ticklish." The surfer noted, typically astute. I bit my lip as he reached out and gave me another mischievous prod, right beside my navel. "Don't worry," he winked at me. "After we're done with you, then we'll see about Aimee here."
I couldn't see her expression at that tidbit, but Aimee certainly seemed unperturbed as her fingers dug into my underarms. I squealed, rising another octave as Chris hit my exposed sides with a barrage of pokes. His hand held me nice and steady as they both set at me, tickling merrily away. I laughed crazily as the tickling ignited, doing a funny little dance on the spot.
"Heyhahah! Cuhuut that out hahahahaah! Stohopit! Hahaha!" I pulled at Chris's hand and my own shirt, trying to pull away -a hopeless cause. Man, that guy knew his ropes! Or t-shirts, or whatever. In any case, i wasn't going anywhere. Chris soon had his tickling hand formed into a crab-claw, pinching busily away at my sides and hips, while Aimee's manicured nails scratched in tandem at my taut and defenceless underarms, back and fourth and back and forth.
"D'awww -is someone ticklish?" She teased in my ear, vibrating her fingers in my pits. "Tickle tickle!"
"Oh gawd -stohop that! Lemme gohoho! Ahaahaha!" My face burned as I twisted back and forth, fighting for some purchase in the grainy floor. Aimee at least probably got quite a show as I did a little booty dance, shaking the only thing I could still move properly.
"Hey, babe, has anyone ever told you that you look adorable when you blush?" Asked Chris casually, poking me in the underarm and smiling as I tried to twist away. I looked at the ground to hide my blush as Aimee abandoned my other underarm, letting my hair flop over my face as I giggled. Chris kept at my underarms, chuckling quietly himself as I swayed and bounced and shook back and forth, with Aimee apparently regrouping for another attack. He used one single, wiggling finger, stabbing in deep in my exposed underarm and worming it back and forth as I threw my head back and laughed, squirming, only to abruptly withdraw it again. He wigged it in front of my face tauntingly a couple of times, then slowly re-introduced it like a dowsing rod, as I twisted half-way around trying to avoid it.
"Ahahahahahah! Dammit! That tickles -ahahahahaa, dam! You guys are sohoho mean ahahah!" I slumped forward, panting and half bent.
All of a sudden, I felt Aimee's nails pinching at my rear! I shot up straight, laughing crazily, feeling her squeezing and groping at my cheeks through the paltry protection of my bikini bottom. I gasped with laughter, back arching out, as her nails squeezed and groped at the base of my rear. Belting laughter and pleas, I at last managed to swing my legs out from under me, so fast that I tore free of Chris's grasp.
I landed on the sand hard, twisting and rolling forward as I sprang to my feet. It must have looked pretty weird, staggering down the beach, hair a mess and arms bound together behind my head, pants dragging around my heels, but this section of waterfront was utterly deserted. In any case, I didn't get far before Chris tackled me back to the sand. I fell yelling and laughing, as he neatly flipped me over and slid onto my hips like he'd rehearsed it.
Aimee walked up to my head -for once the short girl was able to look down when speaking to me.
"Hold on Chris: I've got an idea." Chris shrugged, doodling one hand over my belly, feeling me shudder under him softly. His wandering finger approached my navel, and I did the single best sit-up of my life as I tried to stop him. Luckily, he merely cocked an eyebrow and carried on poking me above my hip-bones.
Aimee meanwhile sat down behind me, gripping my shoulder with two hands perilously close to my underarms, before leaning back, forcing me back down and stretching my belly tight as Chris carried on playing with my hips. Aimee shoved her head in between my arms as she made me lean back, popping her head up next to me. Understandingly Chris slid back on to my ankles, as Aimee scooted forward, propping her feet up next to mine. Chris shifted to get more comfortable, then sat down again, over both of our knees.
"Now let's see her try to run off!" Aimee said smugly, hands rising next to my bare sides like incoming ICBMs. I mumbled something under my breath, pouting away as Chris's hands hovered ominously over the skin below my navel.
"What was that, gorgeous?" He taunted. I took a deep breath.
"YOU GUYS SUCK! Oh shi-ahaahahahahahahahahhahaha!" Like hitting a switch, I burst into laughter, as Aimee squeeze my ribs and sides savagely, seemingly desperately trying to cover every available spot simultaneously. You'd think lives depended on her stimulating every single nerve and muscle I possessed all at once. Chris occupied himself in squeezing my hips, the sneaker bastard occasionally giving my bikini bottom a minute tug down to expose more skin for him to play with.
I arched my back under the onslaught, Chris still holding down my thighs, as I tugged at the shirt still holding me connected to Aimee fruitlessly. I barely managed to jerk her head at all -though I did invite her to nibble at my neck, apparently- but definitely not for lack of enthusiasm! It went on and and on, me struggling and laughing and cursing with increasingly deteriorating language, I'll confess, while my two captors lapped up every protest, giggle, and writhing contortion. My skin fairly shone with sweat in the summer sun, muscles and throat aching from laughter, body rubbed red all over under their fingers, when at last they gave me a break, Aimee's hands going limp at my aching sides.
...Only for Chris pull out a huge gull feather lying abandoned on the sand. He held it up for my to inspect, chuckling as I regarded the instrument with horror. He teased about my neck with it gently, drawing it down through my cleavage as I tried to twist my chin to dislodge it, running it lightly over my belly as he traced it down my body. My stretched stomach quivered as he traced it over the trembling skin, circling wide around my navel, before running it through a little dance on my pelvis. He danced it delicately back and forth over the sensitive skin between my hipbones, teasing all along the hemline of my bikini, before waltzing it back up the curve of my tummy.
Oh, no... I thought wearily, sucking in my gut as he slowly traced an ellipse around my navel, going in tighter and tighter, watching my expression as intently as I was watching his hands. After an interminable period of steady giggling and anticipation, he at last dipped within. Just in time, Aimee hugged me tight around under my ribcage, or I'd have pulverized her with my struggled as I bucked, shaking and laughing with new reserves of energy I didn't know that I possessed. Chris played his feather back and forth, as I panted and gasped and giggled, feeling increasingly too tired to protest. They dragged the fun out with that new toy out too, before carefully laying it aside. I could feel Aimee shifting under me impatiently, wanting her own turn with me and my undecided attention.
"Well, Aimee, how do you think we've done today?" Asked Chris. Aimee giggled, idly tracing over my underarms.
"I think she's been tickled pink by all the excitement."
"That joke..." I panted out, too tired too even flinch as Aimee's travelling hands threatened my navel in their inquisitive caresses. "...Is so... Old..." I lolled in my human restraints, exhausted.
"Hmph. Maybe she's feeling bored again, eh Chris?"
"Actually, that makes me think..." He reached over and grabbed my discarded belt, pulling it up before twisting around on the spot. I idly wondered how the view was from there; his black-clad legs and four wiggling feet poking out between them, toes curling in the air. I couldn't do anything to avoid whatever he was planning, at any rate, so resignedly I waited as a felt something being wound around my ankles. For her part, Aimee suddenly seemed nervous.
"Chris? What're you doing? Cut it out!" She said waspishly as he turned to peer over his shoulder at us. I could make out that he had a gull feather in either hand, and my trapped and defenceless feet curled as if trying to dig themselves a hole to hide in. The pulling made me realize -my bound ankles were tied off to Aimee's, incidentally holding her feet in place as she nervously tried to jerk them back to a position less exposed to mischievous fingers.
"Here's how it goes. You'll have five minutes to make her scream 'uncle'," He intoned impishly, winking at me again. "If you do, we'll go back to playing with her. But, while you're tickling her, I'll be tickling you. And if you ask me to stop just once, then I'm untying her and we're both going to have some fun with you instead."
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