Karen was busy tracing her nails along the exposed portion of Aunt Christie’s belly, while Laura wiggles her fingers in her armpits. Karen was thoroughly enjoying tormenting her ticklish aunt, and she increased her level enjoyment when she discovered the Christie’s belly button was something of a gold mine when it came to drawing ticklish responses. She became engrossed with wiggling her two index fingers on Christie’s sides, slowly dancing them across her smooth, tan stomach towards her deep navel, where she would eventually madly wiggle her fingers widely inside the hole, causing Christie’s soft, bubbly laughter caused by the teasing to turn to outright screaming as Karen’s fingers neared and entered her belly button.
“Karen, can we take her shirt off, I don’t have enough skin to tickle. I’m getting bored with her armpits.” Laura complained.
“Well that shouldn’t be too hard to fix.” Karen said as she slowly lifted Christie’s tank top and pulled it above her head and up to her wrists, leaving her entire upper body exposed.
“Girls please, that really isn’t necessary.” Aunt Christie tried to plead, but it only worsened her situation.
“You know Aunt Christie.” Karen said. “I really don’t want to hear you complain anymore.” She then pulled a ball gag from behind her back and shoved it into Christie’s mouth before the could protest.
“MMMPPHHHH” Aunt Christie screamed into her gag in protest, but Karen then gave Laura free reign of Aunt Christie’s upper body, while she went to entertain Aunt Christie feet.
Laura was having the time off her life tickling her gorgeous and fit aunt. She would slowly scratch her fingernails along her sides, before slowly working her way up the Christie’s armpits, where she would wildly wiggle her nimble fingers and cause Christie to laugh at the top off her lungs into her ball gag. Then, she would slowly trace her index fingers from her armpits to the edges of her boobs and gently tickle and caress them, which resulted in Aunt Christie giggling girlishly until she had gotten used to the sensation, at which point, Laura would suddenly attack Christie’s belly, squeezing and poking around her belly button, and she even pulled down the waistband of her shorts at one point so she could squeeze deeply a soft spot right above the like of Christie’s underwear, which caused her to scream as loud as she had yet. Thank goodness for the gag.
Meanwhile, Karen had slowly spidered all ten fingers down Aunt Christie’s toned legs, making sure to pay attention to the insides and outsides of her thighs, which made Christie wiggle and shake her legs up and down in an attempt to escape. Karen then traced her fingers down the back of Christie’s legs until she reached her small, slender feet with bubbly black painted toes. Eager to make Christie pay, Karen quickly grabbed two feathers, one stiff, one fluffy, and slowly dusted in between each of Aunt Christie cute toes with the fluffy feather, while slowly, tortuously scratching the stiff feather along her arch. Christie was mad with laughter, and her wiggly toes, bucking legs, and and squirming upper body clearly displayed this. Karen then put her feathers aside and changed them out for an electric toothbrush, which she deviously dragged from the heel of Christie’s right foot, slowly inching it up her sole, pausing at the hall of her foot. She then held back aunt Christie’s toes with one hand and worked the toothbrush along the underside of Christie’s toes with her other hand.
“Hey Aunt Christie, don’t you think my tongue would be an effective tool for this? After all, you did that to me, right?” Karen taunted. Aunt Christie tried to protest but all that out would muffled screams. Karen told Laura to hold each of Aunt Christie’s feet by the big toe so that it was essentially immobile. Then, she laid down, with her head right at Christie’s feet, and slowly drug her tongue up the heel, causing Aunt Christie to shriek and squirm, but Laura held her feet still as Karen neared aunt Christie’s toes, where she inserted each toe into her mouth individually and licked around each toe while her fingers tortured the tiny, squirming toes in the other foot. At this point Aunt Christie was absolutely hysterical. She couldn’t control her laughing at all, and her body had basically given up all wiggling and bucking; she had effectively surrendered to the tickling at her feet, which proved utterly too much for her to handle. She just couldn’t take Karen’s tongue. After Karen had given each toe a turn with her tongue she then allowed Laura to help tickle the shine, slippery digits for a couple minutes, before deciding to give their ticklish aunt a break.
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