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Brotherly Tickles

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It's been a while, so I thought i'd try a story. It's based on a real interaction between a family member and I.  Hope you enjoy, feedback is appreciated as always.
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Tonight, Riley lounged in his basement.  The teenager was sprawled across the couch, dressed rather casually.  He wore a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and a pair of white sneakers.  He was watching tv, but his mind was drifting off.

You see….starting this week, College students were on break, which meant that Blake (Riley’s older brother) would be coming home soon.  Honestly, Riley felt anxious about it.  He’d been anticipating his brother’s arrival for a month. These days—Riley and Blake rarely saw each other, but they still loved to hang out.  

In any case, Riley was definitely excited—but he’d come to expect something ‘peculiar’ from his older brother.

You see…Over the years, Riley noticed a pattern.  Every time Blake was around, he had a habit of tickle torturing his younger brother. It started quite some time ago, and continuing into his teens.  Blake really seemed to get a kick out of it to…..Riley was indeed verrry ticklish.  

It never failed, thought Riley to himself.  He’d come to expect it.  Whenever his brother was around, he knew he’d get a dose of tickling.  It had become something of a ritual between brothers.

Riley couldn’t explain why either.  Perhaps it turned into a tradition amongst brothers, or was it a way of brotherly bonding?  Riley couldn't say.  Whatever the case may have been, tickling was Blake's weapon of choice, and honestly, Riley preferred it over wedgies and purple nurples.

As he stared at the TV blankly, his Brother’s past 'antics' came rushing to mind.  Two years ago Blake pinned him down, and had him puffing, snorting and laughing his guts out.  Riley couldn’t recall ever laughing so hard.  It happened when they were younger to.  Tickling snuck it’s way into every single game. One of their favorites was cops and robbers.  Riley always ran and Blake always pursued him, and the ‘penalty’ for being captured was steep.  They played foxes and hounds to.  Blake always managed to back him into a corner, and a string of giggles and howls would follow.  The longer the chase, the more tickling Riley endured. He was subjected to rib checks to, which seemed endless.  Blake would frisk along his torso, insistent on finding ‘broken rib bones’ that didn’t exist.  Riley had to admit, his brother was masterful.

Even though the tickling was like torture, Riley rarely took offense.  He knew that his brothers actions were harmless, and mostly done in fun, ‘mostly’

However this time—Riley had something different in mind.  He felt he something to prove this year.  He was 15 now, and he wasn’t just some kid anymore.  When his brother arrived, he wanted to show Blake exactly that.  This year, he wouldn’t let his older brother to get the best of him.  After all, he felt more ‘grown up’ than ever, and he was definitely to old for his Brother’s ‘antics’.  He’d prove himself this time around.

In any case, Blake wasn’t scheduled to arrive until later this week.

As he sat there thinking, time had passed quicker than he thought.  Riley stared at his watch, glancing at the time.  It was getting late.  He’d pick up where he left off in the morning.  He folded his arms behind his head, and kicked his feet up on the couch.  He made himself comfy, falling asleep under the tv.

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Some time later Riley awoke.  He stretched his arms and legs as he yawned.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, looking at the other end of the couch.  Riley jumped suddenly, almost throwing himself off the sofa.  He awoke to the sight of his brother Blake.  He was plopped down on the sofa, sitting nearest to Riley’s sneakers.

 “Oh….did I scare you?” Blake asked, harmlessly.

 “Ehh—“ Riley coughed.  “No! Y-you just startled me a bit—I didn’t expect you to show up tonight,” said Riley.  He stumbled over his words.

Blake Shrugged.  “I thought i’d surprise you….Hope you don’t mind?” he smiled.  

 “I don’t mind,” Riley responded.

Blake had arrived early.  How Odd, thought Riley.  As he stared at his brother’s smirking face, something dawned on him.  He was all to familuar with his brother's methods, and Riley was much to exposed at the moment.  Should his brother choose to attack, he’d be completely vulnerable.  He knew what to expect, so he wouldn’t make it to easy.  Riley lowered his arms—he yanked them down from behind his head and closing off his armpits.  Then he sat up quickly; he swung his legs off the couch placing them flat on the floor.  This way, they were out of Blake’s reach.  

His older brother simply smirked, watching him rather amused.

In the meantime, Riley and Blake began talking.  They had alot of catching up to do.  Blake told him about College first.  He described the people he met and how big the dorms were.

They moved from one topic to another until a silent pause fell between them.   Now was as good a time as any, Thought Riley.

 “Well enough about me—what’ve you been up to?” Blake asked.

 “Not much,” Riley shrugged.  “Everything’s pretty much the same except—“ he paused.

 “Except?” Blake echoed staring at his brother.  “Go on Riley, spill it,” he said, ruffling his eyebrows.

This was Riley’s chance.  He bucked up his courage and poked his chest out.  

 “Well—“ he began.  “I know what you’re thinking Blake…but I’m way to old for that stuff,“ he said.

 “Ahhhh,” Blake exclaimed, chuckling immediately.  “I get it now.....You think you’ve outgrown me a little, huh little bro?” he asked.

It was as if Blake had read his mind.

 “Well—yeah something like that,” said Riley earnestly.   “I’m 15 now, so you have to stop treating me like a kid,” said Riley, crossing his arms.  

 “Is that right?” said Blake, smirking all the while.

 “That’s right,” Riley asserted, keeping his chest inflated.

 "Besides Blake, you’d be wasting your time..... I’m not….uhrmm—'that’ anymore," said Riley, stumbling over his words.

 “You’re not what?” Blake asked.  “Ohhhh…..do you mean….Ticklish?”

Riley shivered gently as the word left his brother's lips; his toes curled beneath his sneakers, scratching the soles of his shoes.

 “Yeah…that,” said Riley, responding rather sheepishly.  At least…..Riley hoped he wasn’t.

 “Hmmm,” Blake hummed scratching his chin.  “So you’d like me to treat you more like a grown up?  Is that it?”

Riley crossed his arms, turning back towards the tv.  

 “Yeah, Blake, you have to stop treating me like a kid, i’m not a—AYyYeHEY!” Riley squealed and jerked suddenly, squishing his back into the couch.  He felt a gentle squeezing along his flanks, harrassing him through his sweatshirt.

Riley sank into the couch, and his face began to redden.  He looked over at Blake, who was smiling devilishly.

 “I Thought you said you weren’t ticklish anymore Riley?”

 “IMm NOhT!” Riley growled, as his voice began to crack.

 “Are you sure about that?”

 “POSiTivvve!” Riley yelled, sounding more and more desperate.

The game of cat and mouse was about to begin.

Without warning, Blake slid across the couch with lightning speed; he stretched his nimble long fingers, prying them into Riley’s torso.  

Before Riley knew it he was trapped on the sofa. It happened in the blink of an eye. He sank into the couch as Blake hovered over him, poking and prodding at his sides and stomach.  He covered himself as best he could, trying to fend off his brother.  Riley tossed, turned, wormed and squirmed but to no avail.  Blake was to quick.  When Riley rolled to one side, Blake attacked the other, when he covered one spot, Blake found another opening.  He just couldn’t manage to shake his brother.  Blake followed his every move with ease.  Riley imagined how ridiculous he must look at the moment.  He was asking to be treated like a 'grown up' but he was worming and squirming in his elder brother's clutches.

Riley panicked.  He knew he had to escape now before it was to late. Once the laughter started he’d be in a world of trouble, and he could only resist for so long. So he thought quick.  He dug his heels into the couch, shoving himself sideways; he slid from underneath Blake, landing flat floor.  Riley freed himself quickly, scurrying away.  He scampered backwards, putting as much distance between he and his brother as he could.

Blake stood up slowly watching his younger brother.  Blake was even taller than Riley remembered.

Riley turned back and forth frantically searching for an escape route.  There was none.  Only 1 door lead from the basement and his brother was guarding it tightly.

With no other option Riley bolted for the door.  His brother stepped in front of him, blocking the way.  Blake extended his long arms and coiled them around Riley.  The two began to wrestle. They fumbled and tumbled about the floor vying for the best position.  Riley had hoped that his strength would be enough.  The grappling match had ended quickly, and Blake came out on top.    Before long, he pinned Riley on his back, holding his wrists to the floor.

 “Just like old times, huh Riley?” Blake gloated and chuckled.  He grabbed Riley’s wrists, sweeping them over his head.  He held his younger brother still with ease, and he was only using 1 hand. 

 “About earlier—“ said Blake.  “Not ticklish anymore? Pfffffffttttttt.  I knew that was total crap, but it got me thinking," said Blake, tapping his chin.   "I might not get another chance to do this.  Could you imagine?!!” said Blake, gasping absurdly.

 “Ohhhh—the horror,” Riley drawled sarcastically.  His older brother chuckled in turn.  

 “Seriously Squirt, you never know.  Maybe you’ll have a growth spurt, or maybe you’ll just stop being ‘that’,” he teased.  “Either way, this could be my last chance……So let’s enjoy the moment, huh Bro?”

“Do your worst—“ Riley hissed, remaining ornery.

Riley’s arms were stretched over his head, and Blake drew his eyes to his younger brother’s midriff.  Riley’s sweatshirt had rhode up, exposing a tiny patch of skin.  Blake stared down at his bare flesh with menace in his eyes.

 “Hmmmm,” Blake hummed, extending his index finger.  He lowered the tip to Riley’s bare stomach, strumming back and forth; he scraped along real slow, gliding across the tummy skin.  He’d keep this up for some time, waiting for a reaction.

It always started like this—nice and slow at first.  Blake had always enjoyed toying with his younger brother.

Riley couldn’t move at all this time.  He gasped, and huffed, and grunted, barely managing to curb his giggles.  He wouldn’t give in so easily this time.  

Realizing this, Blake changed his tactics.  He slid his hand under Riley’s sweat shirt; he bent his fingers around his torso, giving his ribs a firm squeeze.  Riley jerked in surprise as his body betrayed him, and he let a shrill scream escape his lips.

 “EHHAHAGH!”  He squealed, breaking his silence.

 “Uhhhhh—Oh,” said Blake, teasing him.  Riley’s ribcage was one of his many hot spots.

Blake steadied his fingers here for the moment; they scurried up and down, brushing each rib; they squeezed and tweaked and poked Riley’s ribcage, moving from one side to the other.  Riley let out  stray spurts of laughter as his willpower began to dissolve.  

His brothers hand slid downwards and Riley knew his next target—his tender sides and stomach.  They were all to familiar with Blake’s tickling ways.  Riley braced himself trying to take a deep breath, but it did him no good.  Blake shoved his thumb into Riley's side, working over the ticklish muscle that was there. Riley  burst.  

 “NoHehHEHAAh—STOpeIiTHehA! STOPehHHITt BLEkAHE!!” he squealed, jerking violently.  As Blake’s thumb sank into him, Riley wriggled like a worm, squirming from one side to the other.  

His stomach was not to be outdone by his sides, it to was attacked.  Blake shaped his hand something like a spider, wriggling his fingers over Riley’s stomach.  His agile fingers danced on Riley's torso, bending and pressing as if playing a piano.  He even swiveled in and out of Riley’s navel.

Riley gave in more and more the longer this kept up.  He was winded, and starting to tire.  His filter was melting away, allowing the most awkward and pent up noises to seep out of him.  To make matters worse, he still couldn’t move.  He pinned firmly under Blake, stuck under his weight.  Riley wasn’t going anywhere.

Blake’s tickling onslaught continued, stretching on for what seemed like ages.  He decided to relent as Riley's face turned red.  now.

 “HuNnf—HunFf—HuNFFf!” Riley panted.  He’d been struggling for an hour, and it hadn't gotten him anywhere.  The only thing he managed to do was break a sweat.

As he caught his breath his brother stared down at him.  Riley was all to familiar with his expression.  Blake was giddy, taking Delight in his younger brother’s predicament.

 “Where to next Riley?  Since you're a grown up, i’ll let you pick,” said Blake, smiling deviously.

 “B-Bitttte Me BLAke!” said Riley, sucking air. Blake kept silent, apparently thinking.

 “Ah—Hah, I’ve got it!” he exclaimed.

Without warning, Blake lifted his weight.  He swept Riley’s hands from above his head, laying them out to his sides.  Blake pinned one wrist under his hand, and trapp the other between his knees.  He was laying sideways across Riley’s stomach.  Unfortunately for Riley, he adjusted so quickly, that he barely had time to react.

 “Hmmmm,” Blake hummed.  “I’m drawing a blank Riley—You use to have this spot that drove you crazy….Remind me, where was it again?”  said Blake, playing dumb.

He slid Riley’s sweatshirt further up so his entire torso was bare. Blake brandished his hand once again, hovering over his younger brother.  He passed Riley’s stomach, his sides and his ribs, moving further up.  Riley’s eyes sprung open in shock.

  “NoOhWw!!!" he squealed.  "STAhpeHheiit BLAake!! StAHhPp iT!  NOT MY ARMPITS!!  PleASE!!” he pleaded.

He struggled twice as hard once he realized his brother’s intent.  He was in deep deep trouble now, and he knew it.  Riley wouldn’t last a second when Blake got to his armpits, or as his brother called them ‘his stink pits.’

It was already to late.  He could feel fingers whisking under his shirt, harassing his delicate underarm.  Sensations ran through his body like an electric shock.  It brought him right to the edge of uncontrolled laughter, and he nearly exploded.  He bit down his lip and his eyes teared up, but he still wouldn’t give in.  He wouldn't give Blake the satisfaction.

 “I know how to get you,” he said.  Blake moved his fingers further along, settling them dead center in Riley’s armpit.   Once they had arrived, his fingers drew small, slow, meticulous circles.  

 “Coochie Coochie Coouuhh Riley! You can't fight this! CouuChiee Coouuuuuhh!”  Blake taunted, and made a silly faces at his younger brother.

At this very moment Riley was embarrassed—embarrassed that he was still vulnerable to such childish taunts.  But they were indeed working.  The slow torturous tickling coupled with his brother’s incessant taunts, it was to much.  Riley caved, and Hard.

His stomach sank in, releasing a floodgate of childish, adolescent giggling.  His armpits were unique you see, such a response could only be obtained here, in such a tender spot.    Riley didn’t feel very 'grown up' at the moment.  The worst part was he could hear himself.  He was tittering and squealing something like a girl.

Blake kept on him like this for a while.  He ignored Riley’s pleas, and carried on tormenting the younger boy’s armpits.  Then he changed his tactics, and made long ticklish laps.  He started from the underarm and went trailing down.  He clawed Riely's stomach then his ribs, and went circling back again and again. Riley turned hysterical.

 “FUHHCCCKKKOoWWFFFF BLAAyYYKKEE!!!  AHEHAHAH FUCK EOOOFFHEHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAGH!”

 “RILEY!  LANGUAGE!” said Blake gasping over—dramatically.  “What would mom say?? She wouldn’t like her baby boy cursing now would she??”  They're parents were nowhere around this time, so they couldn't save Riley from this older brother assault.

Riley bucked and wormed with all his might.  He was so wild that he almost threw Blake off him; he kicked his legs and pounded his heels into the floor, but he was still trapped.  Blake kept at his armpits for several more minutes, coming to a stop after he'd had his fill.

The tickling had stopped and Riley was exhausted.  Sweat trickled down the side of his face, which had turned a shade of cherry red.  

Just then, Blake released his wrists; he lifted his weight up, unpinning his younger brother.  Riley’s hands rushed to his armpits immediately, trying to rub away the tickly feeling.  

Could it be over at last?  Riley was free so it must’ve been, or so he thought.  He lay there gasping, and clutching his stomach.  He pulled his sweatshirt down again, so his stomach was no longer revealed.  He closed his eyes and laid his head back, sighing in relief.  

He was relaxed until he felt movement at his feet.  He roused quickly, opening one eye.  Blake was there laying down near his feet.  He scooped Riley’s ankles up, locking them under his arm.

 “Uhh—UrRhmmmm,” Riley grunted, propping up on his elbows.  “W-What are you doing now??” he panicked.  

His brother laughed.  “Cmon Riley, I couldn’t let you go yet, not without a tiny bit of foot tickling…." Blake smiled.  

Riley laid back without struggling this time.  He watched as his brother untied both his sneakers.  Blake cupped the heels of Riley's shoes and he slid them off carefully.  When his feet were free, Riley wriggled his toes, scrunching them under his white socks.

 “PhHHeewww Dude!” said Blake, plugging his nose.  “What did I tell you about taking showers?  You gotta to wash these things,”  his brother teased, pretending to pass out playfully.

 “Shut up you Jerk!”  Riley laughed, looking down at his brother.

Blake started in again, but this time the tickling was lighter and more playful.  He ran a single finger along Riley’s socked soles, strumming one after the other.  Riley’s feet were quite ticklish, so a touch like this was all that was needed.  His face scrunched up before he let out a stream of giggles.  

Shortly after, Blake slid his socks off, revealing Riley’s barefeet.    As Blake brushed the sock lint from the bottoms of his soles, Riley couldn't help but laugh.  He was indeed very ticklish here.

Blake tightened his grip around Riley’s ankles.  He pressed his fingers into his feet, and they went swiveling and dancing over his soles.  Riley fell back erupting in laughter.  Blake ventured along his brother's soles, mapping out each and every spot  He teased along arches tracing the sides of his feet; he fiddled under the curls and the undersides of his toes.  Riley wasn't sure, but he though he even felt some bitting action.   It was hard to tell since he was laughing himself silly the entire time.

Blake finally halted his tickling.  Riley was truly exhausted now, he didn’t feel like he could laugh another note.  

His Brother released him, standing up from the floor.  He looked down at Riley smiling all the while.  

 “You’re not quite grown up yet, give it a few more years Riley,” Blake smiled.  With that he turned his back, going up the stairs.  He turned out the lights, leaving Riley there thinking.  

Yes, his brother got him again this year.  Riley wasn’t hung up about it though.  

He folded his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.  As it turns out, he hadn’t outgrown his brother’s antics at all.

 “Yeah—maybe next year,” said Riley.
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