“So basically, all you have to do is... Laura help me tickle your big sister” Christie ordered as she tackled Karen to the ground.
“Come sit on her back so she can’t go anywhere. I’ll take care of her feet” Aunt Christie said
So Laura sat on her facedown sisters back, pinning her arms to her sides with her knees and began her tickling. She started by squeezing her big sisters sides causing Karen to shriek.
“AAAEHEHE NO LAURA”
“Sorry sis” Lura said as she slid her hands up Karen’s shirt and began tracing her nails up and down Karen’s sides, increasing the ticklish sensations.
Meanwhile, at Karen’s feet, Aunt Christie was sitting on her ankles, pinning her her beteeen the floor and her butt, leaving both of her hands free to tickle the feet in front of her.
“AHHH NOT MY FEEEHEHEHEEEET THIS ISNT FAAAAHAHHAIRRR” Karen protested.
“Of course it’s fair sweetie. All is fair in love and war, and well, this IS a tickle war” Aunt Christie taunted before tracing the tiny wrinkles on her niece’s cute little feet. She then backed off slightly and began dragging a single finger up and down each foot, starting at the tip of one toe and scratching it all the way down the arch to the heel.
“AAAHAHAHA NOOHHOHOOHO” Karen giggled. The new method of tickling was not as intense but just as effective in making her laugh. Then Christie decided that Karen had recovered enough and began tickling her most ticklish spot: her red painted toes!
“Oooh I have an idea. How about we tickle those toes of yours?!?!” Aunt Christie rhetorically asked.
Not waiting for a rely for Karen, who was still suffering through Laura’s wiggling fingers in her armpits, she began scratching her torturous nails along the line of bubbly, and now squirming, toes.
“AAAAHHHAHAHAAAAAAAEEHEE” Karen screamed as her voice reached a new octave thanks to her ever so ticklish toes receiving such torturous attention now. “I CANT TAAAHAHAHAHAAKE ITHHAAHAAHA”
“Oh sure you can. Watch this” Christie said “Laura come help me tickle Karen’s feet. I want you to push down on her heels and sit on her ankles just like I am.” So as Laura pinned her sisters feet to the ground, Aunt Christie leaned her head down and began licking Karen’s cute, and perfectly round yet not chubby big toes, while scribbling her fingernails on the underneath of the pads of her toes.
“NOOOOOHHHOOHHAHAHAAA PLEEEHEHEASE STOOOOHOHOOOP” Karen begged.
Now, Laura had left her sisters feet and was laying on top of her sister while squeezing her sides maniacally.
Suddenly, Laura was pinned beneath her Aunt Christie, who was not large at all but could easily handle a single girl, especially Laura — the younger and smaller of the two.
“I told you to hold her feet down and you disobeyed me. It’s time for you to be tickled now. Karen come he’ll me. I’m sure you’ll love to get some revenge or your sister.”
“Of course I do!” Karen replied enthusiastically.
By this point, Aunt Christie had actually pulled Laura on top of herself and was holding Laura’s arms above her head, which caused her shirt to ride up to just below her still developing boobs, and had wrapped one of her legs around Laura’s legs and had pulled them away from each other, leaving her belly, waist and upper thighs and legs completely vulnerable.
“Well, here you go Karen. You tickle, I’ll hold” Christie said
Before Laura could protest, Karen began spidering her fingers around Laura’s exposed tummy, taunting,
“I think someone has a ticklish tummy. Tickle tickle tickle” Karen taunted as she began her revenge in her little sister.
“AHAHAAAA NOO KAREN” Laura begged, but this only made Karen tickle harder. She was now working her manicured fingernails all over her sisters belly, in and out of her navel, and even sneaking up to her armpits on occasion to keep her sister guessing.
“Tickle around her boobs. That’ll get her!” Aunt Christie suggested.
Taking no time to consider the suggestion, Karen immediately began spidering her fingers around the sides and bottom of her sisters braless boobs.
“AAAHAHA NOOOI IT’S TOO MUUCHHHHAAAAAA” Laura screamed, experiencing tickling from a place she didn’t know possible.
Feeling slightly bad for her sister, but still not satisfied with her revenge, Karen moved temporarily to her bare upper thighs, and squeezed like her life depended on it. She found that the higher she squeezed up her sisters legs, the higher pitches her screaming became. But what Karen really wanted was to absolutely tickle her sister beautiful feet and light blue toenails to death.
“Hey sis, are your feet still ticklish? Never mind answering, i think I’ll just find out for myself” Karen blatantly taunted.
“Wait NOO they’re not I prohhahahaaAHAHAAAA” Laura was cut off but her sisters nails scratching up and down her extremely tickling feet.
“I think I found the jackpot. Aunt Christie would you flip her over and keep her legs together so I can tickle her feet better??”
“Well sure thing Karen” Aunt Christ’s replied, immediately rolling heard and Laura over and pulling Laura’s legs together.
“Now we have fun” Karen said before tickling in between the wildly wiggling sky blue painted toes of her little sister. Finding that the insides of her big toes were most ticklish, Karen spent most of her time there. After receiving a suggestion form Christie, Karen actually put Laura’s big toes in her mouth so she could nibble and lick the sides of her tickling big toes while using her hands focus on her long smooth soles.
“KAREN PLEEEHEHEASEEE I CASHHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IT” Laura begged
“Oh sure you can, you didn’t stop tickling me when I asked” Karen shot back as she scratched all 1 fingers furiously up and down her sisters extraordinarily tickling feet. She then heard Laura gasping for breather and found that Christie had begun lightly tracing her fingers on the sides of Laura’s boobs, sending her into absolutely hysterical laughter, and Karen realized she had gone to far. She decided to save her little sister, despite the previous torture brought on by her, and tackled Aunt Christie off of her.
“You’ve tickled us both and now it’s your turned to be tickled” Karen scolded her older aunt “Laura go get rope, we’re gonna make her pay” she ordered as she began blowing raspberries on Aunt Christie’s tummy to keep her occupied while she waited for her sister to return.
Once Laura had reappeared with rope, Karen made quick work of her aunt, and tied each arm to a separate leg of the couch and bound both her feet together, tying her big toes together for good measure, leaving Christie bound in a “Y” position on the floor.
“Girls, please don’t do this. We had so much fun and this isn’t even fair, neither of you were tied up. Aunt Christie tried to plead her case.
“But all is fair in love and war, you said it yourself. And this is war, right?” Karen wittingly replied.
And with that...
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