The Ticklish Bitch #13
(Posted on Saturday, June 19, 1999)
This story was submitted anonymously.

To read the 1st story in this series, click The Ticklish Bitch #1.

THESE STORIES ARE TRUE. THEY DON'T ALWAYS INVOLVE A BONAFIDE "BITCH" (WHATEVER THAT IS) THOUGH THEY MAY INVOLVE SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN BITCHY AT TIMES, SOMETIMES RIGHT BEFORE THE TICKLING.

One of my ticklish aunts (The Ticklish Bitch #s 2 and 4) must have passed on her ticklish quality to her daughters, genetically. My cousins, three wonderfully ticklish sisters, provided their fare share of entertainment for me over the years, to say the least. Here is one such recollection.

The oldest is Angie, followed by Ileen, and Chrissie. Being the oldest, Angie was always the bossiest, too. She had a loud mouth, and would not mince words when it came to getting her way. Physically, she was a medium-height, chunky brown-haired, fair-skinned girl with very soft skin and baby-tender white feet.

Ileen is the tallest of the three, and most voluptuous. Objectively, the most attractive, and always attracted quite a lot of admirers. Blonde, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, and always dressed to kill, she was by far the most ougoing of the three.

Chrissie was probably the most naturally pretty of the three - but very plainly dressed and, much like Angie, less of a social butterfly. She was the shortest and the chunkiest, but in many ways, the cutest.

The three ot them would often fight like cats and dogs, which would amuse my sister but, particularly me. One evening, I had ventured over to their house which was not that far from mine. Ileen was close to leaving for the evening, and was very matter-of-factly looking for the car keys. (She and Angie shared a car, the bulk of which Angie paid for, as she was the harder worker). Although Angie probably had no plans of her own that evening, it bothered her that Ileen would monopolize the car. So she was giving Ileen a hard time about is as I arrived.

"No, you're NOT taking the car tonight. It's really MY car, I'm the one who paid for it!" Angie screamed. Ileen wasn't paying her much attention until she was ready to leave, at which point she reached for the car keys, which were on the table of their bedroom (the two older sisters shared a large bedroom while their little sister had a small one of her own). As Ileen reached to get the keys, Angie beat her to it, and placed the keys in her own pocket. "I told you you're not getting them!" Angie said, very confidently. I think part of her bravado was based on my presence. She liked to show off a bit for my behalf (or for whomever happened to be there at the time).

Ileen calmly approached Angie and said, "Give me the car keys now."

Angie said, "Yeah, right. I told you, it's MY car."

Ilene reached for Angie's pocket, and Angie grabbed Ileen's arm and they wrestled for about two seconds. At that point, Ilene had clearly overpowered her older sister. Not only was Ileen more physically striking, but she was physically stronger, too. She twisted Angie's arm, making her sister whimper and scream. "Ok, ok, stop, please, stop." Said Angie. Ileen kept a firm hold on Angie's arm, also squeezing her hand, making Angie retreat and cower. She managed to maneuver Angie onto the bed, and sort of lay next to her, still holding on to her, and was about to reach into Angie's pocket for the keys.

"Ok, ok, I'll give them to you, please, just let go of me, please." Angie begged. I, of course, was not about to get involved (why break up such a delightful battle?). But rather than give her the keys, Angie actually tried to tickle Ileen's ribs to force Ileen to let her go. Maybe because Angie was nervous, and Ileen was mad, the tickle didn't work. I, for one, always knew that Ileen was quite ticklish, and I'm sure I wouldn't have a problem getting her to giggle and squirm at any given point. But Angie couldn't. At least, not at that point. And when she realized that, OH BOY did she try to escape! But she was trapped. To her left was the wall, to her right, the stronger Ileen.

Ileen easily trapped Angie's arms above her head, and now began using her other hand to tickle Angie's chunky tummy and ribs. Angie burst into gales of laughter and screams. Then, Ileen stopped. "Oh, you bitch!" Said Angie, as she tried to get away. That didn't help matters any. Ileen dug her hand into her sister's mid-section again. "No, HAHAHA, cut it out, stop! HAHAHAHA!" Angie screamed. She even looked at me for help, but I just shrugged my shoulders.

By this point, after Ileen stopped, Angie was just about to cry. She was now begging Ileen to stop it. She must've said I'm sorry about ten times. Maybe because she needed to get going, and maybe because she was bored of the whole thing, Ileen got up and let Angie go. She grabbed the car keys, looked at Angie again, shook her head, then looked at me, said good night, and left.

I hung out with Angie that night, indoors, watching TV, and we had fun. But she DID ask me, "Why didn't you help me?"

I told her that I didn't want to get in the middle of it. Then, I couldn't resist, so I said, "But I don't understand, if you didn't want her to have the car, why did you give her the keys?"

Angie gave me a what, are you stupid type of look, and said, "You saw what she did to me. She is so much stronger. I hate that. And I HATE being tickled. That is SUCH a weakness for me."

Music to my ears, these words were. What a great evening it had turned out to be.