Wesley was lounging on the plush couch in her living room, scrolling through her phone, when the first playful poke came out of nowhere. She was wearing her favorite cozy outfit for a relaxing evening at home: a snug, soft gray crop top that barely grazed her midriff and a pair of high-waisted black leggings that accentuated her petite figure. Her bare feet, size 7.5, rested comfortably on the coffee table, her toes wiggling absentmindedly.
The second poke landed right on her side, making her gasp and instinctively pull away, dropping her phone in the process.
"Wes, I couldn’t resist!" her older brother, Jake, grinned mischievously from behind the couch. He had found her in the perfect position, completely unaware, and he knew just how ticklish his little sister was.
"Jaaake, no!" Wesley protested, though her giggles had already started to bubble up. She squirmed, her long brunette hair falling messily over her face as she shifted on the couch to evade his tickling fingers.
"I’m just getting started," Jake teased, reaching around to poke at her ribs, knowing that Wesley’s most ticklish spots were along her sides and tummy. His fingers danced lightly over her waist, causing her to erupt into a series of helpless, high-pitched giggles.
"Stop, stop!" Wesley squealed, her petite body twisting as she tried to escape. "You know I can’t handle it!"
"Just a little fun, Wes," Jake chuckled, his hands now inching closer to her feet, her worst spot. She instinctively tucked her legs up, trying to protect her bare soles, but Jake was faster. He grabbed one ankle and lightly scratched at the arch of her foot with his fingertips.
Wesley screamed with laughter, her eyes squeezing shut as she kicked and wriggled in pure ticklish agony. "Please! Not the feet! Not the feet!" she pleaded, her face flushing from the giggle fit.
Jake laughed, letting up for a moment but still keeping her ankle firmly in his grip. "You’re so ticklish, it’s ridiculous."
Wesley, breathless and red-faced, shot him a playful glare through her remaining giggles. "I hate you so much right now."
Jake just smirked, giving her foot one last playful swipe before letting go. "You love it, admit it."
Wesley rolled her eyes, pulling her feet under her for safety. "Love it? I can tolerate it… barely," she admitted, still smiling despite herself.
"Well, just know you’re never safe in this house," Jake teased before heading back to the kitchen, leaving Wesley to catch her breath, still giggling softly as she sank back into the couch.
Tickling was something she could never truly escape, especially with her older brother around. And while it drove her crazy, that familiar sense of playfulness always lingered in the air, making her wonder when the next tickle attack would come.
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