Needing to get up and stretch her legs, Brie set the journal and the bracelet down, and went for a slow lap around her living room and kitchen. The idea of having found a magical tickling bracelet in her own backyard was so insane, she was being flooded with too many thoughts at once, and had to restrain her brain from overthinking. She did allow herself to feel excited about all the possibilities she could have with it; she just needed to figure out what fun that could entail.
If being far away from the target meant anything, her options were limited at the moment. Idly, she grabbed the TV remote and flicked on the screen, opening it up to what her sister was watching last. She was prepared to just have it on as white noise in the background, but seeing a group of high school girls chatting by their lockers caught her attention. “Worth a shot” she thought to herself as she grabbed the bracelet and slid it on, feeling its new warmth against her wrist. After aiming it at the TV, she began to think hard about one of the girls laughing; there were decorative feathers taped inside her locker, her two friends could poke her sides, anything, anything. Nothing.
“Well, I guess I should have seen that coming.” Brie thought to herself. She couldn’t manipulate an already-filmed fictional TV show, and wrote as much into her journal. She was about to set the remote down and let the TV be, however, when one of the teenagers on the screen mentioned the weather being miserable for an upcoming event. Brie didn’t care about the show, but an idea clicked in her brain, and she exited Netflix to switch over to the news channel. The current offering was a report on the local zoo, which Brie ignored while she fiddled around with her phone. But soon enough, she got what she was waiting for: the live weather report. Their town’s local weatherwoman was an attractive girl, and today she was wearing a form-fitting blue dress while she stood in front of the green screen map to point out the expected heat waves for the next week. Brie ignored the forecast, and focused the bracelet at her again. This time, she could feel a small pulse from the gold, a small hint of life. It was exciting, and she focused as hard as she could.
“Tickle the weather woman. Tickle the weather woman. Tickle the weather woman.”
The woman brushed at her side, as if something incredibly minor was itching her. That was all Brie could muster, even with her intense thinking, and before she could try anything else, the live broadcast end.
“Drat.”
The girl returned to her journal, and agreed with herself from earlier that distance, and easy access to the target must be key. It was honestly a bit disappointing, finding the relic of your dreams in the backyard only to find out you couldn’t use it; so far, she had only produced a minor skirmish with the twins, and an accident with Elise.
Elise was next door.
Brie packed up her journal and headed up to her room, where she saw to her embarrassment that the window was still open from the squirrel incident that morning. But she figured it would make for a nice breeze as she sat up on her desk to get the best possible view out of her window and down to Elise’s house. Her good luck was answered when she saw her neighbour walking into her living room, and sitting down on a recliner chair with a mug of coffee in one hand.
“Sorry Elise. Well, not really. You’ll laugh about it later.”
She aimed the bracelet down towards the brunette. There would be no wind to summon inside the house, so she started with a simple command, “tickle”. She then realized she had no idea what she was doing when nothing happened; Elise got comfy and opened up a book to read as if nothing had happened at all.
“Uh, you feel ticklish. You get stuck in the chair. A squirrel breaks in and tickles you. A floating feather appears.”
Nothing. Brie was starting to get very annoyed, but she took a deep breath. “Relax”, she told herself.
Or, she thought she told herself, but the bracelet glowed, and down below, Elise’s recliner suddenly appeared to malfunction, kicking up and pushing her legs into a stretched position. This happened right as her husband Tom walked in front of her, which resulted in her accidentally sticking her feet in front of his shins and nearly tripping them up. Brie watched as Elise looked surprised at her chair, and up to Tom confused. Tom said something to her; it was difficult to hear anything from the next house over, but Brie saw Elise look sheepish and slink back into her chair, while Tom made a sort of sarcastic remark. Then, he reached down and grabbed his wife’s ankles, flicking her slippers off. Elise panicked and tried to pull her feet away, but couldn’t stop Tom from rapidly scribbling his fingers across her wrinkled soles, sending her into hysterics onto her couch. Brie watched with admiration; the scene lasted almost half a minute before Tom put his wife’s feet down and sarcastically waggled a finger towards her before he left. Immediately, Brie ran to her journal and put down her most plausible theory yet.
“Bracelet does not directly cause tickling, but can influence the environment to encourage it.”
She was excited now, and her excitement doubled when she heard the door downstairs open.
“Brie, we’re home!”
Perfect. Brie slipped on the bracelet, but deciding it looked too obvious, she went to put on a sweater over top to cover up her wrist. Even then, a quick check in the mirror showed that it was ridiculous to be wearing such a thing in the summer, and she figured she’d attract more suspicion. The cropped sweater it was; it put a big target on herself, but she figured if she laid low, she wouldn’t get much attention from her mom and sister. Quietly, she slid her way to the stairs outside.
“Hey mom. All finished?”
“Yes; Tina is bringing in the last of the groceries. I hope you had a productive day, and at least went outside once.”
“Yup!”
Still up on the top of the stairs, Brie saw Tina walk inside holding two large bags, and aimed her arm at her older sister. With her arms full, Tina failed to notice her jacket catching on a closet door handle on her way to the kitchen until it pulled the fabric taut; the teenager looked down with embarrassment, trying to see if she could shimmy her way out from being unstuck without putting the bags down. But Hillary was on her first.
“Ooh, what’s this I see?”
“No mom donTAHAHA!!”
Hillary stuck her fingers into her older daughter’s side for a quick tickle while it was wide open. Tina shook and shuddered while she danced on her two feet; she found herself unable to quite pull her jacket out of the closet hook and get away, and she couldn’t use her hands to defend herself either. She laughed with a mixture of embarrassment and mirth as Hillary’s hand spidered all the way up and down from her waist to her ribs. While the T-shirt she was wearing underneath her jacket provided a small amount of protection, the wriggling fingers soon bunched up the fabric enough to expose a sliver of bare skin just above her sweatpants, and the cold touch on her sides caused Tina’s laughs to spike whenever the fingers hit there. Normally this would have been an opportunity for a one-time poke and laugh, but now, Hillary just couldn’t help herself! She didn’t even suspect anything to be up or wrong with her mind, and neither mother nor daughter paid any attention to Brie at the top of the stairs, trying hard to contain a mischievous smile of her own.
“HahahahaHAHA MOMAHAHA! STAHAHAP I’M HOLDING THE EGGSAHAHA!!!”
The warning came just a moment too late; Tina’s legs buckled and she tumbled forward. The closet door handle snagged her on her way down, but only enough to give her body a lurch before she hit the ground. Amidst the jumbling of the groceries inside the bags, there was a very audible cracking noise, that could only have been the eggs. Tina caught her breath while Hillary smiled awkwardly; Brie continued to enjoy every moment from afar.
“Oh, whoops! I needed those…”
“That was entirely your fault, mom!”
“Now, yes, yes it was, but let’s just hold on a moment…”
Tina was getting up, and Hillary was backing up. There was no genuine anger in the teen’s voice, only an excuse for revenge that Brie stoked with a wave of her wrist. Hillary backed up against the counter with nowhere to run, and her awkward stammers turned to full-blown laughs as Tina tackled into her. Not known for her physical strength, the girls’ mother yelped out as her sides were spiked, before Tina’s hands shot to the front of her belly.
“OhohohAHAHA OH NOHAHA!!!”
“Lean her back”, thought Brie, deciding to test if she could manipulate the type of tickling in action. Sure enough, Tina’s thoughts turned to grabbing her mother’s arms and pulling them over her head and down onto the kitchen counter. Her back arched, Hilary’s stomach stuck out and went flat, which popped the bottom of her blouse out of her jeans and rose it up just above her smooth navel. Her pale tummy and outie were stretched perfectly taut, and Hillary roared when Tina began to strike her there, skittering her hand across the belly and scraping a fingernail around the knot in the middle.
“NOHOHOHOAHAHAHA I’M SOREEEHEEHEEHAHAHA! BRIEHEHE HELP MEHEHE!!!”
Brie chuckled, and the bracelet around her wrist felt warm to the touch. The gem planted inside it seemed to be glowing, and radiating a positive vibe she could feel in her mind.
“Raspberry her.”
Tina just so happened to have that idea when Brie wished it, and the belly blast launched their poor mother’s laughter into hysterics. Maxie, who was still chewing on Brie’s old Barbie doll, had to cover his ears in annoyance, but he was the only one in the house not secretly having a good time.
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