After their morning antics and a delicious breakfast, Hillary got into mother mode, “You two better get moving or we’re going to be late.”
As usual, the teens had no idea what they would be late for, only that it wouldn’t go well for them if they were. With a groan, Brie and Tina headed upstairs to get dressed. It wasn't long before the two of them began arguing.
"I need to use the bathroom first!" Brie insisted.
"No way, you take forever in there," Tina said, pushing past her sister into the bathroom.
“Hey!” Bie protested but Tina was already brushing vigorously. The young girl glanced at Tina’s ticklish sides exposed by her raised arms, and couldn’t resist. Foam flew everywhere as Tina squealed.
“Don’t!” She yelled, but Brie kept spidering her fingers along her sister’s sides. In her laughter, Tina dropped her toothbrush into the sink. It was on now. Brie tore from the bathroom with Tina close behind her. The dashing redhead didn’t make it very far down the hallway before being grabbed and pulled to the ground. The two rolled around, giggling fiercely, as they wrestled back and forth. Fingers scrabbled over tummies, armpits, and legs eliciting peals of laughter from both sisters.
A yell from their mother interrupted their tussle. “Girls! We don’t have time for this!”
They broke apart, still chuckling, and rushed to finish getting ready. Meanwhile, Brie searched frantically for her favorite flats, to no avail.
“Tina! Did you take my shoes?”
“No!”
“Where are they?” Brie huffed. A mischievous woof drew her attention to the closet, where Maxie padded out, one shoe dangling from his mouth.
“Maxie! No! Drop it!”
The golden retriever was smart enough to know what Brie was asking, but naughty enough to ignore her. Instead, he darted under the bed with his prize.
“Treats treats…” Brie scrambled looking for something to coax the dog out of his hiding spot.
“Brie, hurry up!” Hillary yelled from downstairs.
With a frustrated sigh, Brie crawled under the bed. Maxie scooted further back, still clutching the shoe tightly in his mouth. With a dive, she managed to grab the shoe. She looked the mischievous dog in the eyes and sternly said, “Drop… it!”
Maxie let out a groan, but let the shoe go before crawling out. Brie tried to follow suit, but found herself wedged in a strange position under the bed. No amount of struggling seemed to dislodge her.
“Help! I’m stuck!” She tried calling, but the bed muffled her cries. Her mom and sister were already fed up with her and now she was trapped with no way out. “Oh great, could this get any worse?”
It could.
Maxie’s displeasure at losing his toy didn’t last long. His eyes lit up seeing a new plaything: Brie’s adorable bare feet sticking out from under the bed. He made his way over and tentatively sniffed at them. The sudden wet sensation made Brie giggle.
“Maxieeee, noooo, that tickles!”
Encouraged by the yelling, he went in full force. Brie tried in vain to pull her feet away as the dog’s rough tongue started lapping at her toes. It was no use. The tickly sensations overwhelmed her as she squealed helplessly.
“Stahahahahap! Bad dog! Hehehahahah! Staaaahp! HAHAHAHA!”
But the bad dog was having too much fun. He began licking vigorously between each toe, probing the soft spaces. Her arches were nuzzled and her heels were slurped, not one part of her feet were left out. Something about the claustrophobia of being trapped between the floor and her bed frame enhanced the ticklish helplessness she was feeling.
Meanwhile, Hillary stood by the door getting more annoyed by the second. The vague sounds Brie’s muffled shrieks barely made it outside.
“Tina, please go check on your sister and see what the hold up is.”
Tina bounded up the stairs. As she approached Brie's room, the muffled laughter and pleas for help grew louder. She poked her head in to find quite the amusing scene. A pair of bare feet poking out from under the bed flailing wildly. Brie’s cackling filled the room due to Maxie’s affectionate assault.
"Teehehehahahaha! Help mehehehe!" Brie cried out, but Tina was finding it all too funny. She leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed, taking in the sight.
"Looks like you need a hand." she teased. Brie's response was drowned out by her hysterical giggles as Maxie switched to long licks from her heels to her toes. Her feet flexed, trying in vain to escape. It was quite the spectacle. After all, it's not every day you get to see your sister at the mercy of a playful doggy.
As she bent down to help the trapped girl out, she remembered something: Having to heavily disinfect her toothbrush, which she dropped when Brie tickled her earlier. It was time for some payback.
"You know, I think Maxie could use a break. But those feet of yours still look like they need attention."
Before Brie could process what she said, Tina grabbed an ankle and started aggressively scratching all over her foot bottom. Brie screeched and thrashed, but couldn't get away. Alternating between teasing scribbles and a vigorous raking of her nails, Tina had Brie howling.
Hillary was growing increasingly impatient, waiting by the front door. When the giggling and shrieking from upstairs grew louder, and her daughters were still nowhere in sight, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She threw open Brie’s bedroom door to find Brie thrashing around wildly under the bed and Tina relentlessly tickling her feet. Maxie looked on happily, wagging his tail.
“What is going on here?” She demanded. Tina looked up sheepishly up at her mom.
“I’m stuck and Tina was tickling me!” Brie yelled from under the bed. Hillary’s eyes fell upon Brie's feet, wiggling helplessly. She couldn't help but notice how wonderfully ticklish and cute they looked, but resisted the urge to tickle them herself.
“How did you even…” Hillary began, but then decided not to even ask. The whole scene was so absurd, even she was amused. With a suppressed smile, Hillary stepped forward to help pull Brie out.
“Ow ow ow! Careful, don’t pull so hard!” Brie yelped as Hillary tugged ineffectually. Shaking her head, Hillary squeezed under the bed. Hillary was greeted by Brie's sunny smile amidst her flushed cheeks. "Hi mommy."
"Well hello darling.” A smile finally broke through on Hiillary’s face. “Now let's see if we can't wiggle you loose." She started feeling around Brie's waist and hips to assess the issue. But as she did so, her fingers accidentally brushed against Brie's side.
The girl shrieked and wriggled around. “Mom! That tickles!"
“I’m sorry, I’m just… trying… to… Tina! Grab your sisters ankles and pull.” Hillary wedged her hand higher rubbing against the young girl’s ribs eliciting a fresh round of laughter. At the same time, Tina pulled and with a great heave, Brie slid out from under the bed.
They expected to see their mom climb out too, but when the girls looked, they saw only Hillary’s legs and socked feet sticking out!
“Mom’s stuck!” Tina gasped in realization. She and Brie peered under to see Hillary wedged in tight.
“This blasted bed frame - I’m not as flexible as I used to be!” Hillary grumbled. Her daughters snickered at the sight.
Hillary glared at her daughters. "This is no laughing matter you two. Now help me out before we're really late." She kicked her feet impatiently.
Brie glanced at Tina with a mischievous glint in her eye. Leaning in, she whispered something in her sister's ear that made Tina's grin grow impossibly wide. Hillary let out a “hey!" as Brie planted herself on one calf and Tina on the other.
"Girls, get off, what are you doing?" Hillary protested with an uneasy laugh.
“Since we’re already late…” Slowly, ever so slowly, Brie reached down and trailed a single finger up Hillary's socked sole. The redheaded mother gasped and jerked her foot away instinctively, but it was no use, with the weight of her daughter on her leg, she was going nowhere.
“Brie! Don’t you da-AAH!” The delicious sensation of fingers tracing around her other socked foot startled her.
“Tina-ah aaaah! Oooooh! Don’t!” Hillary squirmed under their touches, and a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. Now both sisters were trailing lazy digits up and down their mother’s trapped feet. She squeezed her eyes tighter, determined not to give them the satisfaction of full-blown laughter. It was an effort in futility. The sisters exchanged a look, then suddenly dove their fingers deep into the cushy flesh of the balls of her feet. Hillary's resolve broke immediately as shrieking peals of laughter erupted from her mouth. With the girls sitting firmly on her legs, there was no escape. They alternated their attack, one massaging deeply as the other dragged nails lightly over sensitive cotton covered skin. The poor mother forgot all about the appointment and was just begging for the tickling to stop.
"No-hohoho pleeease ahahhaha! Oh my ga-ahahahaha-wd!"
After a few more minutes of merciless torture, the girls finally relented. They found something to lift the bed up and pulled their mom out. Brie and Tina couldn't help but chuckle at the disheveled state they had reduced Hillary to: Her shirt and pants were all rumpled and her red hair was plastered to her face.
"Well...I think...you two...are definitely...grounded!" Hillary panted between residual giggles. Both daughters got a playful bop on the head. “Now… where were we headed again?”
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