This story starts out sad. My little sister isn't really my sister. I'm older than her by over ten years and took her in after she had been tremendously abused and couldn't return to her previous family. She's 22 and not a child, but she was so scarred from the abuse that there was not way I'd trust her to go off and live alone at this point. Maybe in the future, but for now she just needed a little love and care. So we're not related. At all. But I love her and care for her as I would for a little sister. I'm her big sister now, and I'll never harm her like her real family did.
She's sad a lot, and scared. It took a while for her to even trust and feel safe around me, but now she's always by my side. On a particularly bad day for her, I asked if I could pamper her a bit, with a massage, manicure, and pedicure. We started with the pedicure.
I decided to massage her feet a little bit before I started painting. Every so often, she'd pull her foot away giggling, and then apologize. She confessed that she was super ticklish and her feet were a death spot for being ticklish.
I continued with the massage until I looked over and saw her covering her face and laughing, trying to stand it. I couldn't resist at this point. Purposely, I began to tickle the sole of one of her feet. "Ahhhahah!" she laughed in response.
She involuntarily pulled her foot away and then put it back, apologizing again. I told her she didn't need to apologize for being ticklish. However, I continued tickling when she put her foot back. I laid my weight on her lower legs so she couldn't move them and started ruthlessly tickling. She squealed and laughed, rolling around and covering her face with her hands.
"Sierra!" she said laughing. "I'm tihhihihicklish thehehehere!!"
I continued to tickle. "Hahahhahaha!" she replied.
I spidered my fingers up her legs and grabbed at her sides, her other death spot. Softly but with purpose, I tickled her sides. Her arms shot down to cover the spot so naturally, I held them above her head. With my one free hand, and I explored her belly and ribs with light tickles. "Hahahahah Sierrahahah!" she said.
I went back to her sides and tickled them mercilessly with my one hand. She struggled to break free from my grasp, but I was stronger. She laughed and tossed her head back. "Ahhhhahahah!" she laughed.
Eventually I let her arms free and used both hands to tickle all over her torso. I was moving my hands around faster than she could keep up to block them. She continued laughing and squealing, and I continued tickling. I made sure to tease her about how ticklish her sides were, and how she couldn't stand it there. She was laughing too hard to fight back.
This tickling maybe went on for seven minutes or so. I did her feet for the first couple, then moved up around her belly for the last five.
"Alright, should I let you breathe?" I asked.
She stopped laughing, but groaned with a grin. She looked at me lovingly, almost in a way as if she was saying 'thank you for making me feel loved and safe.'
I wouldn't have done it if I knew it would harm her. She never once told me to stop, and told me that I had stopped just before she was going to tell me. I hadn't betrayed her trust by tickling her. I had just ensured in her brain that she was loved and safe. I have her another quick spidery tickle up her side to make her laugh again and then I stopped.
"Okay, maybe foot massages aren't your thing," I said. "What colour would you like your toenails?"
