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~4~

We both starting setting up the whole 'attic-shelf-thing' in a mini home; barn kitchen in the corner and a massive hay block that can be changed into a massive bed and into a couch. I was surprised that it didn't take so long to move all of the hay because it only took under 30 minutes.

He also told me that there was already a public bathroom with a sink, shower and a toilet underneath our mini-barn-house that no has used.

Carlos took off his shoes and jacket and walked over to start cooking some noodles. I grabbed an oversize shirt from the bag and slid down the poles and into the bathroom. It was rather small but was still big enough to get changed. I slipped into the shirt as it came down to the middle of my thigh. I let my curly hair out and brushed it with my fingers before putting it into a messy bun with my bow in it.

I climbed out of the bathroom and went back up to our mini home and carefully climbed into bed. I pulled the sheets over my head and curled up, but kept a hole to peek my face through.

So much had happened, it was all so overwhelming. I have never gotten my father angry before and I've never felt so... rebellious. But thinking about rebellious, it was probably what Carlos and his other friends thought as something that a two year old would do. But I'm 16.

Carlos jumped onto the hay bed next to me with a bowl of noodle for himself and one for me. He sat crossed legged and looked at me as he ate the noodle. He placed the other bowl next to my face and watched me intently. I curled deeper into my little blanket cave and closed my eyes. I felt him stir next to me until I felt a cold blow on my nose.

I let out a small squeal and fully covered my face with the blanket. I heard him laugh as he began to try and pull the blanket from my grasps, but in return, I shot out my hand started to try and claw at him playfully. He laughed out again, until it went quiet; too quiet. I saw his shadow through the blanket begin to move to the end of the bed. It wasn't until them was when I knew what he was doing.

But it was too late to act. Suddenly, I felt cold hands on my feet and my nerves came alive. A loud squeal-slash-scream came out as my mouth as my hands flung out everywhere and the blanket fell to my side. One of my legs was kicking around but was soon held together by Carlos who had managed to catch it and sit on my legs and tickle my feet. I began squealing and screaming, begging for mercy.

"Uncle, uncle, UNCLE!" I managed to scream out. I heard him begin to laugh at my reaction. Thinking of a plan, I spun around onto my back and lifted myself up onto my butt. It wasn't easy with a guy that was stronger, taller and heavier than you who was attacking my only weakness.

Taking him by surprise, I wrapped both of my arms around his left side and pushed him to my side. My legs slid out from his hands as I sat on his fit stomach and pinned him down with his hands above his head. I couldn't help but feel proud.

His eyes lit up as a sly smile was plastered on his face. "I see you're learning" he said smugly.

"I learn from the best" I said, close to his face. I couldn't help but feel like I'm seducing him, but it wasn't.... I think.

Without warning, I was flipped. He had wrapped his legs around my waist and managed to push me onto my back with him now pinning me down. I thought I had won, but I guess the thought went through my brain.

"Well, I guess that you haven't learnt everything from the best" he said with victory dancing in his eyes and in his smile.

I opened my mouth to say something, but his left hand held my arms above my head as his right attacked my stomach. I began to scream and squeal as the tickling started again. I squirmed under his grip as the feeling radiated all over my body.