Sister Tickle Novels & Stories

The more I tickled her, the more she laughed and I couldn’t get enough. I wondered if her feet were ticklish like mine and decided to test it out. They definitely were but instead of laughter, she started kicking me, begging me to stop. Rikkon started whimpering in my head at the thought of upsetting our mate. Plus, her kicks were lethal. I had to hold her down to keep her from doing some actual damage, which effectively ended the tickle torture.

“You’re being ridiculous. After everything we’ve been through, you’re questioning me over some silly little pills?” “Your sister could be carrying our child because you said you couldn’t have kids that’s what I’m talking about.” The words tasted like ash in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but think of Grace again, of how small she looked sitting in that fertility clinic. “I just want to make sure I have all the facts. Before I look your sister in the eye.”

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.

She knew Alice could be intimidating when she wanted to be. "Are you sure about that, Lila?" Alice asked, still advancing. "Yes!" Lila raised her head, attempting not to cower in front of her sister. "Hmm, you're a terrible liar, Lila," Alice laughed, closing in and starting to tickle Lila. Lila squealed and erupted into laughter as Alice's tickling assault began. She squirmed and tried to evade her sister's playful fingers, but Alice was relentless. The tension that had filled the room moments ago was replaced with laughter and sibling camaraderie.

Rolling with me, she maneuvered her leg over me and sat astride my body, while she continued to tickle me. "Hey," I yelled, "that's not fair, I was distracted!" I laughed as Maryanne grabbed my wrists and held them over my head, just like I did hers. I could've easily have gotten loose, but my sister's tits were pressed against my chest again and her face was inches from mine. She smiled as she wiggled her butt around on my hard cock. Ohmygod! I really did want to fuck her!

He said, "Mr. and Mrs. Turner, we’re all a family from today onward. I’m happy if Cassie’s happy. You are my elders, so please support me as well!" Harold squinted his eyes and smiled. "Yes, of course." Before the Turners left, they sent me an audio recording with a cryptic message: [Cassie, you’re a smart girl.] I opened it and listened. It was a live recording of Calvin ‘selling his sister for money’ and threatening me with force. I decided to take the recording and meet Calvin's manager. The news that Calvin sold his sister for 600,000 dollars immediately spread throughout the company.

I smiled at my sister who wrapped her arms around my neck hugging me. “Someone’s been active” Grace teased, her voice clearly amused filling her voice, I chuckled at what she said. “None of your business, I don’t need to count the times when you came out with a limp, do I?” I teased my sister who laughed, she pulled away from the hug and playfully punched my arm making me chuckle and wrap my arms around her again, kissing the crown of her head.

Evan chimes in, teasing his sister. She frowns at him. “Don’t challenge me. Okay?” “I’m not challenging you, sissy. Your tummy is smaller than me, I know.” He says, tickling her stomach, causing her to giggle. Grace and I share a laugh at their banter. No matter what the situation, a genuine smile spreads across our faces upon seeing them. They’re like stars in our lives, lighting up even the darkest moments.

This is her sibling. “We’ll see, darling,” I manage, forcing lightness into my tone. Before she can ask again, I dive in with the only distraction I can think of tickling her sides until she squeals. Her giggles burst out in loud, bubbling laughter, her tiny hands pushing at mine as she cries out for me to stop. I don’t. I tickle harder, then pepper her face with playful kisses until she’s laughing so hard she can barely breathe. By the time I stop, she’s a happy puddle, curled against my chest, calm and content.

Fuck, I love my job! Loosening my tie, I walked slowly to the bed as I watched the girls move their hands all over their bodies. The one on the right never broke eye contact with me as she placed her hand on her sister's face and began to french kiss her. Her sister, whose back was turned to me, moved her body so she was on her knees with her legs open and began to rub her sister’s tit. The one kept her eyes on me as she reached between her sister’s legs and began to finger her clit.