"The Apron Circle"- chapter 1
Scott & Leo- part 2
Stepping into that room, Scott Ruby was surprised to realize how not intimidating it seemed: Through the keyhole it looked to the ten years old boy like a Medieval dungeon, like the once he saw on his history book once. But this one was as far as he could imagine. It was bright and lightened, with wooden floor and colorful wallpapers all around it. It had a clock on the far wall, a full body mirror in the corner, a wooden wardrobe, wooden stools and a small coffee table with a vase on it, wooden as well. All that wood gave the room a nice aroma which reminded Scott olives, , and it looked so ordinary, that from a first look it could have been like any room in any house.
But the only thing that wasn't ordinary in it was taking most of the space and couldn't be ignored, and this thing was making the entire difference between "any room in any house" and a very particular room in a very particular house.
It was the improved dentist chair, the one with the extended armrests and footrests with the stripes in their end, which were keeping the wrists and ankles of that boy stretched away from his center, opening his entire body to the mercy of these two women. And what made it even more bizarre was the fact that he didn't seem to prefer anywhere else to be in at present. The moment Tabitha entered, it was as if someone turned on the light within him. "It's about time!", he said with a huge smile on his face. "What took you so lo- Oh, hello!", he noticed Scott for the first time, smiling at him as he waved one of his cuffed wrists at the new arrival. "Where's Betsy?", he turned to the woman.
"She said she needs a new bottle of oil", she said.
The boy smirked. "Oh, yes. She used it all on my feet!", he said almost proudly, and as Scott looked, he indeed see that his two feet were coated with some substance which was glittering in the light of the lamb and the sun from the windows.
"Hay, you're the new kid from school, right?"
It took a few seconds for Scott to realize that the boy was talking to him. "Ah… Yeah…", he replied, wiggled his toes in his sandals nervously.
"Swell! What's your name?", he asked with enthusiasm.
"S… Scott?", he said.
"I'm Leo!", he replied to that. "So… I guess you didn't hear of the first rule of this place, ha?", he smirked at him.
Scott frowned. "Rule? What first rule?", he turned to the woman beside him.
"No shoes in the Tickle Room!", the boy squeaked with a huge smile on his face.
"Oh… He is right", nodded Tabitha. "Those must go off, dear", she pointed a sharp nail at his sandals.
Scott looked down at his brown old T-bar sandals. His father told him he'll buy him a new pair for his first day of school on September, but so far he was never home soon enough to keep his promise. "O… Okay…", he said and loosed the buckles, stepping out from his shoes and putting his feet on the warm wooden floor.
"You can put it next to the door", said Tabitha and Scott rushed to comply. "Good boy", she said to him and stroked his head as he came back to where she was standing.
"So… You're in Mr. Crawford's Class, no?"
"Yes", Leo answered.
"My little brother is there… You know Josh?"
Scott marked with his head that he didn't. He didn't know anyone from his school yet. After all, he was moving in here only in June, not having the chance to know anyone before summer break in July. Well, anyone but Tommy and John.
"Anyway, he says he stinks from his mouth from all that pipe he smokes…", the boy smirked.
"He's right, I've been sitting in the first row for a half a month. Right in front of him!", said Scott, smiling without even noticing it.
Leo burst into giggles. "He taught me Math once… Privately. He was sitting so close to me I couldn't breathe!"
Tabitha was stepping aside, enjoying seeing the two lads laughing and bonding. She was happy that Scott happened to come here at the time that Leo was in the house. There was something in this boy that made everyone comfortable and happy. He was popular, he had many friends… And she knew Scott would use one right now.
While talking with him, Scott looked at the tied boy really closely now: He was wearing nothing but black shorts to his body, leaving his entire upper body, legs and feet vulnerable to Tabitha and Betsy to play with. Now, without his school uniform on him, Scott could see he was quite chubby with a round belly, flabby sides and an innie belly button. His arms were quite thick but not as much as his thighs, and he looked to be still having some baby fat in his cheeks and face. He now noticed that this redhead boy wasn't freckled only in his face, but his belly was also marked with some little dark dots, stepping out against the background of his milky pale skin.
"So… You're here to get some tickles, ha?", Leo smirked at Scott.
"Ah, well…", the boy started to feel uncomfortable with that. He didn't really think of that until now- what if these women will tie him up and tickle him too? He raised his eyes to Tabitha, half pleading in his eyes.
"Well, Leo", said the woman, "Since this is his first time here, Scottie will be helping us tickling you!", she ended with a smirk.
Leo's eyes opened wide. 'What was that?', Scott wandered. 'Fear? Horror? I know I would be frightened if three people were tickling me while being tied up like this!'
But soon enough he realized that Leo's widened eyes were equivalent to his own racing heart and tingling spine. Leo was excited about that idea not less than Tabitha was!
"Tihi!", he let out a giggle. "You should know, I'm ticklish like hell!", he spoke to him.
"Oh, he knows…", promised Tabitha and passed a quick fingernail over his right oiled sole, making him chirp and jump in his bonds as a huge smile spread all over his freckled face.
Tabitha smirked and did it again, slower this time. Scott watched how her fingernail is leaving behind it a faint white trail on the boy's pink skin as she scratched her way up from his heel to the base of his toes, making his face crumble and his entire body to stretch out. "EEEEEEEEEK!", he let out a high pitched squeak while trying to wiggle his tied toes fruitlessly.
"Scottie?", said Tabitha. "Come here, I want you to try that on his other foot", she said.
The ten years old gasped, his eyes are jumping between Leo and Tabitha with concern. "N… Now?"
"No, on Christmas… Of course now!", Tabitha smirked at him. "Come on, don't worry. I'll teach you!"
'Teach me?! Tickling someone is not that hard…', thought Scott, wandering about all the times he and his friend from his pervious town had wrestling matches between themselves, which quickly dissolved into a colossal tickle attack. Still he approached slowly to the bottom of the chair, taking position before his left feet, waiting for instruction.
"Now, with your finger you go from his bottom of the feet all the way to his chubby little toes", she said and demonstrated on the third time, making the boy burble with giggles.
Scott pulled out his index finger, attached it to his skin and started drugging it upwards, surprised by how smooth and soft his foot was, not a single wrinkle. 'Probably the combination of the oil and his toes being bent backwards', he thought as he finished the voyage of his finger, making his way to Leo's toes and looking at him, waiting to see what reaction he would have.
The boy was just smiling at him faintly, not even close to what Tabitha was making him doing. He looked up at the woman: "Well… I don't have fingernails like yours…", he mumbled.
"That's true, only I get to have such perfect fingernails!", she grinned, tapping her fingers on Leo's right leg. "But I bet you can make him giggle. Come on, tickle his foot!"
Scott looked at Leo again, as if he was looking for permission to do what he was told. After he noticed the anticipation in the boy's eyes, he let his fingers roam and wiggle all over his sole, like he did with his friends back home.
A moment later, it finally kicked in as Leo's body started to shift and cringe on the chair, and after he realized there's nothing he could do to stop the tickling, came the whimpers and chirps. Leo let out a long cascading current of giggles, trying the best he could to twitch his foot in order to avoid his new tormentor's fingers.
"Good job there, Scottie!", he overheard Tabitha next to him as he increased the pace. He was quite surprised of the big amount of difference this step will do- the moment he increased his motions, Leo started screaming with laughter, dancing on the chair and tugging his bonds, the stripes are the only thing keeping him from flying to the ceiling.
"NOHOHOHOHO! TAHAHAHABITHAHAHAHAHA!", he screamed, and as Scott looked aside, he understood exactly what was the cause to this rupture- It wasn't his fingers as much as it was Tabitha's, as she chafed and spidered her red nails against his right foot, digging into the spaces between his toes. After he repeated what she was doing and stuck four wiggling fingers between each space between his digits, Scott found this technique to be quite effective, if to judge by the laughter of this boy. Looking up, Scott realized Leo's face were all red with laughter as he sat there with his mouth wide open and his eyes shut. He thought about stopping, but somehow this thought slipped through his mind quite quickly. He couldn't stop. It was too fun!
"Well, well, well! Someone got the idea quite quickly. Didn't you, Scottie?", a voice came from behind him.
Scott turned around, smiling at Betsy. "Yes, ma'am!", he answered, not stopping for a moment his work on Leo's foot.
"That's great! Now, if you please move your fingers for a little bit?", she said and applied a new layer of oil from the new bottle she was holding, smearing a thick glaze on the foot he was working on. "Carry on, dear. Don't let me interrupt you", she said with a smile as she turned to spread some more oil on his other foot, occupied by Tabitha.
Scott's fingers went greasy right away as he touched the oiled foot. His digits seemed to slide so much faster that for moments it looked as if they had lives of their own! Pleased by that feeling, the boy then brushed Leo's foot quickly, using the entire set of five fingers as the comb. The effect was impossible to ignore, and after checking around him, Scott found that indeed it was him to cause Leo's laughter to jump so high and not one of the two women accompanying him.
"Wow, the boy's natural talent!", Betsy smiled at him as she put aside the oil bottle and took the position of Tabitha in front of Leo's right foot. She then knelt down to face it and sent a single finger to work: She wasn't quite digging it into his flesh like her sister did, but rather caressing it, softly stroking it in random patterns, running in circles around the curve of his heel, dipping down to stroke his foot's sides before sneaking beneath to his toes and then back down again, towards the arch.
Scott was fascinated by that- Leo's foot seemed to be dancing in her hands, switching and turning at the whims of Betsy's single finger.
"What a cute little foot we have here!", she teased the boy, and then turned to Scott: "Hay, Scottie! Wanna see something?", she asked him with a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Ah… Sure!", he said and back off as all of the woman's ten fingers joined together to brisk lightly on both Leo's feet, beginning to slowly sliding her nails up the bottoms of the boy's feet, letting her nails glide up the soles very slowly. "He just loooooove when I do that!", she whispered to Scott and winked.
The ten years old smiled back and looked at Leo. The boy was simply delighted! His eyes were glittering with glee and his face told nothing but sheer joy! 'Can it be that fun?', wandered Scott as Betsy shifted from a slow stroking of the young soles to a furious scribbling of her nails all over the bottoms of his feet.
Leo's laughter was reaching new heights as she did that, and between his screams and shrills, it took Scott a few moment that Betsy was calling his name.
"Yes?", he turned to her.
"You tickle his left one, I'll tickle the right. Use both hands!', she said as she move to concentrate both her hands on one foot- five fingers on the sole and another five on the back of his foot.
Scott had stayed in front of the lone foot, raised his hands and started to mimic Betsy's actions, keeping one hand spidering on the surface of his heaved sole and another one wiggling on the back of it.
"WAHAHAHAHAHA!", Leo screamed with pleasure as Scott noticed two things: First, it was much easier with a new coating of oil for his fingers to slide on, and two (which he was most satisfied with)- now Leo's right foot was dancing in his arms too!
Suddenly he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Now, you see?", Tabitha knelt behind him and whispered into his ear. "Betsy's nails are sharp and prickly and yours are soft and gentle. These two sensations at once will drive ANYONE crazy!"
He smiled at her, watching the little foot in front of him twitching and jerking.
"Now… I'm wandering to myself…", she kept talking behind him, "how ticklish YOUR feet are?"
Scott froze for a moment. This was what he dreaded from the most, and if she would have asked him that beforehand, he would probably say something else, but it seemed like the entire atmosphere, with Leo's giggles and laughter feeling the room, caused him to say what he said.
"Not that much…", he said as he tried to restrain the smile on his face. However, he knew he wasn't trying hard enough. In fact, he didn't want to. That's why he was so pleased with Tabitha's answer which came next:
"Oh, not that much, ha?", she kept mumbling in his ear. "Seems like I'll have to check it out myself, won't I?"
Scott turned around to face her, smiling with no shame by now. "Maybe…", he said while trying to produce the most unconcerned shrug he could.
"Very well, then… Just don't stop tickling that foot!", she said and stood up, walking towards the wardrobe and opening one of its doors. As Scott watched away from the foot he was tickling, he saw behind that door a lot of small drawers, like these thin and long drawers his father used to put his documents in his office, with labels on each drawer's front. These labels made the tingling to come back to his spine as the excitement was rushing once again: "Feathers (soft)", "Feathers (stiff)", "Brushes A- hair", "Brushes B- arts and painting", "Brushes C- makeup and dental gear", "Cotton buds and fabrics", "Vibrating equipment", and thus through other tickling tools, lotions, oils and even a drawer marked as containing "Gloves", all the way down to a much bigger drawer at the bottom of the closet, with the mysterious label of "Miscellaneous" on it.
Tabitha seemed to know he was watching her, pulling an entire act just for him- opening one drawer and closing it, opening another, pulling a pair of toothbrushes, pretending to be considering it while moving her eyes from the gear in her hand to the boy's feet in question, and then putting them back. She did that few more times, pulling out all kind of things some of them Scott didn't even know what they were made for originally ('Probably not for tickling…', he thought), and eventually she had decided to come back to where he was with two items from the drawer tagged under "Feathers (stiff)"- a brown one in her left hand and a yellow one in her right.
"I think that would do the trick!", she said once she was behind him again.
"You're going to use that on him?", asked Betsy who was now focusing on the boy's toe-pads. "You hear that, Leo?", she cried towards the laughing boy. "You're gonna get your foot cleaned a little bit!"
"MY FEET ARE CLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEN!", he protested from his own cloud of tickles he was in.
"We know your feet are clean, dear. But Scotty's here are not!", said Tabitha, winking at the boy.
Betsy got curious by that. "Oooh! I wanna see!", she said, looking at her sister as she knelt behind the newcomer, aiming her fluffy weapons downwards and started lowering it down onto their targets.
Scott looked down, trying fruitlessly to keep himself from giggling with anticipation. His toes started to wiggle against the wooden floor as he watched the two feathers making their way, dreading the moment they'd make contact and craving for it at the same time.
"Awww… Look at his little digits scrunching!", cooed Betsy. "Can you see that Leo?"
Leo couldn't see it, of course, and in fact Scott didn't really think he heard Betsy, as he was still laughing under the influence of the woman's fingers prying at his own toes.
"Well, if you can't see, I bet Leo will hear once I do… this!", said Tabitha, and with the last word she had finally put end for the ten years old boy's misery and plunged with the tips of her feathers into the spaces between his toes.
Scott flinched with a yelp. It felt almost like an electric shock for him! His foot jumped and cringed unwillingly, trying to get rid of that frantic nuisance which was applied on him. Soon enough his random yelps and flinched had become a fluent cascade of giggles as his feet did a funny dance against the floor, trying to avoid Tabitha's assault.
"Tihi! Hehehehehehe!", he tittered while Tabitha now was running the feathers back and forth along the raw of his piggies, focusing on the space between the top of his pale knuckles and his blunt nails he had just clipped the previous night before he went to bed.
"I know I can hear that!", cried Betsy and winked to Scott. The boy, meanwhile, tried the best he could to ignore the tingling sensation the feathers prompted to his feet and decided to focus on the only alternative that he had at the moment. Unfortunate for him, it was no other than the imprisoned foot of Leo right in front of him, and this foot didn't have Scott the chance to forget about his own wiggling toes. Leo was sitting on his restraint chair, hung limply from his bonds and laughed meekly as Betsy was still working on his left foot, scrubbing his sole with her sharp nails. Obviously he had no power to resist anymore and he just sat back and took whatever he had to take. However, what Scotty had to take now was an entire new sensation which made his giggles to go an octave higher. As he lowered down his eyes to see what was going on, he noticed Tabitha was holding the feathers backwards now, stroking the back of his feet with the stems. His foot launched a whole new type of dancing- this felt almost like fingernails dragging and doodling all around! His feet twisted and shifted as a respond to that new manner, trying to cover one feet with the other, which turned out to be twice worst- now, with only one foot free for tickles, Tabitha was using both feathers on it each time! Soon enough Scott had learned the method- He would cover one foot and tolerate whatever Tabitha had to offer on the back of the other, and just as he felt he couldn't take it any longer he would switch them, covering the beaten foot with his other, letting it to take some fire as the first was getting better.
"Scott Ruby, Owkland's first Prima Ballerina!", Tabitha whispered in his ear before she stopped, leaving him to slosh in his giggles and laughter which were slowly decreasing.
"Well? Was it that bad?", asked Betsy, looking at him.
"TIHI! Yes… I mean, no… Hehehehehe!", he mumbled between one giggle to the other.
"Good! Wanna give it a try?", she said, offering him the feathers.
Scott smirked, moving his eyes once again between her and Leo, who didn't seem to care about anything at the moment. He eventually nodded and took the feathers from her with a keen giggle, aiming it towards Leo's oiled foot.
The boy was tittering already, crunching his awaiting toes as much as he could in his bonds which kept his foot bent back. Betsy had stopped tickling him for now, waiting to see what Scott would do with the new power which was given to him.
The ten years old noticed the silent and knew that all the eyes in the room were on him now- and he wasn't going to fail these ladies, especially not Tabitha!
Even before Leo could get comfortable in his chair Scott struck, spreading his arms so the feathers could reach and attack all ten toes of him. Leo's anticipating giggles had quickly transformed into surprised squeals, body twitching in unwilling protest, hands clenching and unclenching in a trial to distract his mind.
"Not bad!", he overheard Betsy. Encouraged by that, he sent his feathers to scratch the stem of each of Leo's toes, raking base to top several times, taking special care to get into the barest wrinkles of skin where the toe would bend at each joint.
"Don't forget the pads", said Tabitha quietly to him. "Small rounds and circles".
Following as the woman advised, Scott was applying slow oscillations rather than stroking up and down.
"Oh, and don't forget between his toes!", added Betsy from the other side. "He LOOOOOOVES it when we get him between his toes!"
Scott smiled as he flashed with the tip of his feathers into the thin-skinned gaps between the toes, sending them out to explore the four soft slits between digits of each foot. Leo was laughing alright, but in the little amount of time he was here, Scott knew he could do better than that, and so he simply did what Tabitha did to him beforehand, turned the two feathers upside-down and sent the two stalks to go to work, enjoying to see the boy on the chair providing his willing results as his cackles of protest were getting louder with each passing moment.
"WAHAHAHAHA! MAKE HIM STOHOHOHOHOP!", Leo screamed. He was familiar with the tickling methods of Tabitha and Betsy and every inch of his skin had already felt the ferocity of their fingers, endured torrents of their feathers, experienced the foray of their tongues. With this he could have handle, he has been learning those since he was 7 years old! But this Scott kid wasn't experienced. His moves weren't as sharp and faultless as the sisters', his technique wasn't as perfect and strict- and that was all it took to make him go wild!
From his spot between his legs, Scott could have a nice view of his belly, which was rotating and revolving with laughter as the folds of flab were like the waves of a frantic ocean, his belly button like a lonely sailor in the middle of the sea. His chest was pumping like bellows to fuel his gasping and screams of laughter.
"Alright, that's enough!", said Betsy, using her hands to withdraw his hands gently from their targets.
Very good, Scotty boy! I knew you can do that!", Tabitha was whispering in his ear again, leaving behind them a quite pleasant trace of Goosebumps on his skin. It tingled, and surprisingly, Scott found that he liked this sensation. He smiled at her faintly as he let her take the feathers from him and watched how she's raising one and brushing the tip of his nose softly, painting it with some oil remains from Leo's feet. His smile got wider as he blushed deeply, burying his eyes in the floor.
And then he smelled it.
'Olives?', he frowned and raised up his eyes again, but Tabitha wasn't there anymore. The two women were kneeling in front of Leo's exhausted feet, getting ready for another blitz of some kind.
"Hay, Scotty boy!", Betsy turned to him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Wanna see something swell?"
"Ah… Um… Okay…", he mumbled.
"Be a dear and bring me the oil bottle from there, will you?", she asked him while she and her sister were busy with freeing his toes from their restraints, finally letting him the chance to wiggle them freely and flex his ankles in their bonds.
He followed her painted fingernail which was pointing towards the little coffee table. There, next to the vase, he saw the oil bottle. He took a few steps closer to be sure, but there was no mistake- it was an ordinary bottle of Johnson's baby oil, just like he saw in the store the other day. He took the big bottle, which was a bit slippery from the outside after Betsy's and Tabitha's oily hands were touching it, opening and closing it to put more and more from its substance on Leo's feet, and opened it. The little cloud of aroma rising from it proved to him his suspects were indeed true- This was not baby oil, it was olive oil! That's what he was smelling the moment he entered into here. It wasn't the wooden furniture and floor, it was Leo's feet and the sisters' hands!
"Are you coming or what?", asked Betsy.
"Oh, yes ma'am… Of course…", he said, hurrying himself to where they were kneeling.
"Now, open it and put a nice thick layer on him, would you?", she instructed him.
He nodded and turn the bottle slowly, pouring some of the oil on his palm. 'Why would they use olive oil instead of baby oil?', he tried to figure out. He didn't want to ask, afraid to make the women think he was criticizing their methods. For now, he'll just do as he was told.
Leo, meanwhile, closed his eyes and let his head rest on the cushion behind him, knowing exactly what was going to come. Sitting there as he tried to take control on his breathing, his mind was filled with contrastive thoughts- he knew what they are going to do to him now was the thing they do to him at the end of each session, since the moment they introduced him this tickling technique firstly when he was nine. He liked it so much back then, that he asked them to do it again in the next session and every other session since, until it was a routine which wasn't need to be mentioned anymore. Now session was complete without them doing that, and by now he found himself torn between the urge to free himself at this instant- he really didn't think his feet could bare anymore from these two, let alone with their new inexperienced but unbelievably effective addition- and the anticipation which was built in him. His eyes were open wide, like every time he was looking forward something or dreading it (now it was quite a little of both), and when Scott's greasy little hand came to apply some more of that olive oil on his feet, he chirped and flexed his toes, preparing himself for come what may.
"Very good, Scotty!", said Tabitha to the boy as he finished coating both of Leo's feet in a new shiny glaze. "Now come and sit right here, next to me!", she ordered him with a smile while patting on the space on the floor between her and her sister.
Scott blinked at that. Sit? Next to her? Clearly she was planning something for him… Maybe both are? It took him a split second to realize he didn't care if they were! In the worst case scenario, he'll get his share of tickles, just like he did when Tabitha feathers his feet! He blushed as he admitted between him and himself that he really enjoyed this entire thing! The laughter, the tickling, the attention… He had never felt so important and useful in his life! They let him take a part in their game, teaching him things and giving him compliments… He actually felt good, welcomed in a way he had never been since he moved into Owkland! The two were so nice to him, specially Tabitha, and he couldn't think why he should fail or disappoint them. Therefore, he simply shrugged, smiled and took a sit on the floor, right between the two ladies.
"Oh, hello there! Nice to have you stopping by!", said Betsy, poking his side. Scott cringed and chirped childishly, looking up at her with anticipating giggles. But no additional pokes came, but a gentle hand on his back. "May I have my bottle?", asked Tabitha.
For a moment the ten years old didn't know what she was talking about, before he felt the olive oil disguised in a bottle of baby oil in his hand, still open and quarter full.
"Thank you!", she said, taking it from him.
Scott frowned. At first he couldn't decide what has been changed, but after a moment he realized that her glasses were gone. It didn't take him long to find her black framed Browline folded in her dress's chest pocket. On a second look, he decided she was even prettier without them! "Now, bring your cute little rump here, please!", she said, patting the floor again, a little behind him.
He blushed a ton at that comment. She said his butt was cute! Trying not to make too much eye contact, he did as he was told, dragging himself still in a sitting position a half a meter to the back. Next thing he felt was Tabitha's and Betsy's hands grabbing his ankles and raising them up.
"It would be more comfortable for you if you simply lie down, honey", advised Betsy as Scott, who was a bit panicked by now, saw the woman on his right opening her free hand upwards in front of her sister, as Tabitha poured some of the oil on it and then on the foot she herself was holding. Soon enough two hands were spreading the olive concentrate onto his both feet, and Scott was surprised to realize how warm the substance was against his skin. Everything was covered with oil- his toes, his boles, his arch, back of the sole… They were doing a far better job than he did on Leo's feet!
"Alright, then! Your both feet are looking swell, boys!", said Betsy, smiling to the both anticipating lads. "You're both ready?"
Before Scott had the chance to ask what he was supposed to get ready for, Leo nodded and it all started. And with that moment an answer was given to the mystery of the olive oil in a bottle of baby oil.
At first he didn't understand what on earth they were doing, but before he could take in that his feet were in someone's mouth, before he had the chance to assemble in his mind any thought of how disgusting it was, both him and Leo were deep in a severe laughter attack, the first real laughter that Scott was producing since the moment he came in.
It was almost overwhelming!
Within seconds his entire body collapsed and his head rocked right and left wildly as Tabitha attached her mouth to his sole and slowly started nibbling the oiled skin. The surprise boy cringed his face and arched his back in attempt to hold his laughter in, but as Tabitha's teeth reached nearer and nearer to the base of his toes, the hardest it got. Then Betsy started working on his other foot as Tabitha switched to Leo's foot, both ladies are insisting to keep both children laughing through the entire time.
And as Scott found out, Betsy was much worst than her sister! She didn't nibble, but rather gave his entire foot a long effective licks, from ball to the base of his toes, each time causing Scott's leg to jerk as the electric shock elicited by her tongue climbed all the way up his leg, pass his knee and pelvis, filling his belly with huge butterflies with even bigger wings, fluttering wildly in his guts and sending him to a convulsion of perky giggles. By the time the ripple from Betsy's tongue on his right foot was over and just when he thought he had finally found the time to relax a little bit, the two women switched again as now Tabitha was adopting Betsy's licking methods on his left foot and sent him back to his ticklish agony.
"Heheheheehe! Stohohohohop!", He overheared Leo tittering with his body dancing and jolting all over the chair. He didn't know what Betsy did to him after that, but whatever it was, it made the restrained boy go insane!
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", he heard the screech of leather and the metal shakes of Leo's shackles as his wrists and ankles were fighting the restrains, but he didn't have the privilege to be concerned as to what was going on with him. He had some other things to be worried about, because the sisters switched again, and the next thing he felt was Betsy's teeth softly nibbling his toes. Before he knew what was going on, his laughter climbed a full octave as he grasped his face with his hands, wishing for it to stop but on the same time praying it would never end.
"HAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHOHOHOHOD!", he let it all out as the woman's fangs were towing all over his poor foot, from heel to toes, arousing more laughter out from his little mouth than he thought was possible. It seemed like the oil coating his foot had provided no deface from her brisk teeth. On the contrary, actually- Betsy's incisors glided even easier and faster on it!
Both women were moaning with pleasure, cloying themselves with the two kids' feet, one foot in each hand. Their mouths and faces were all smeared with olive oil, but they didn't seem to care much. The only thing that appeared to be at the top of their priorities was to keep that cute and vivid laughter pouring out from the two boys' mouths.
And it was pouring, alright, specially after Betsy found the best technique for her new friend Scotty. He himself had no idea he would laugh so hard if she would simply place his set of five toes in her mouth, close her red lips over the foot and let her tongue run like crazy upon his little piggies.
"AHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", Scott exploded, performing his entire repertoire of laughter and screams as his body was jolting and jerking like mad. He was trying the best he could to withdraw his leg from the tickle assult, but it seemed impossible, the woman was too strong!
Betsy meanwhile was tittering to herself,
lovingly swirling over the tiny little stalks, adoring the feeling of her tongue being brushed over the texture of her young snack, exploring every twirl, curve and swirl that Scott's warm and tasty flesh had to offer. Gliding faster and faster on the mix of olive oil and saliva her mouth was producing, Betsy licked gently up and down the soft pad of Scott's toes, from time to time letting the pink and moist tickle monster within her mouth to invade into one of the spaces between two toes, plunging the whole way down to the bottom, soaking it all over with saliva and tickling and going back up to its next unknown target.
The licking on his left foot stopped suddenly as all eyes were on Tabitha's mischievous expression. "I've got an idea!", she said, smiling to her sister.
Scott moved his slightly teary eyes to Betsy on his right, frowning to see her face brightened up as well.
"Sandwich?", she asked, winning a keen nod from Tabitha.
Betsy giggled. "Ha! We didn't do this for ages!", she said and handed Scott's right ankle she was holding to her sister, who grasped both ankles of him in her hands, winking at him while keeping him where they wanted him to stay. Betsy, meanwhile, ran to their wardrobe, opened one of the lower drawers and pulled out two Velcro stripes before coming back to where she was sitting on the floor.
"Now, both of you- that's a new technique we're gonna try now!", she explained to both children on both sides of her, one is tied and the other is held down. Both were sweaty and obviously slightly laden with tickles, but once they heard what Betsy had to say they were both more curious than exhausted.
"Sandwich technique?", asked Leo with a frown, not less puzzled than his new friend.
"That's right, sweetheart!", said Tabitha while bringing back Scott's right ankle to her sister. "Now, try not to move, you two".
With that, Scott felt a tag on his ankles as he was dragged a meter on the floor towards where Leo's feet were. His entire body was set with alarm as he felt his shirt riding up and he quickly sent his hands to cover his belly, not really want these two women to know all his weak spot on their first time they meet. However, the sisters seems to totally ignore his abdomen as they attached his feet to Leo's, like he himself would attach his hands to each other while praying in the church every Sunday. But in church no one cuffed his hands together to stay that way, but now that's what exactly both sisters were doing, as each woman was working on another due- Tabitha was restraining Scott's left foot to Leo's right foot and Betsy was coiling her strap to keep Scott's right foot attached to Leo's left foot. Both boys looked at each other, totally confused by that. None of them knew if he was more worried or more grateful to realize a simple fact- the feet were so attached to each other that no one could slip a finger between them.
Or could they?
"Actually, we weren't really honest with you…", admitted Tabitha. "Sandwich is only half from the full name of this technique".
Both lads were crossing eyes again, each is bagging the other to be the one who's brave enough to ask.
Eventually it was Leo: "So… What's the full name of this technique?", he mumbled with a mild shudder in his voice.
Betsy smiled at him, obviously glad he asked. "The full name is… Piggies sandwich!".
Without even letting them the opportunity to figure out what was going to happen, both women launched to action, making both of them regret they even wanted to know.
At this moment, Scott realized one simple fact- Tabitha's and Betsy's mouths were big, really big! So big that each woman could open her lips wide enough to wrap an entire sum of ten toes with them, five of each boy, and let their tongues do the tickle dance on both lads at once.
"AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", both boys screamed with delight as "The tickling sisters" settled to suck and lick their entire respective ten toes, each one is surprised to find out that he was simply LOVING the feeling of the women's tongue-tips and lips roaming right and left from the bulbs of their little toes to the chubby twigs of their big ones, making long lapping runs and slurps as they tickled both pads, tops and in between. They were both helpless with giggles by now as each boy felt the toes of the other wiggling like crazy against his own digits, and in the middle of all this mayhem were two maddeningly perky mouths toying with them.
Suddenly Tabitha's voice flashed through Scott's mind, as he finally understand what she said to him earlier, when he just got in: "Now, you see?", he heard her in his mind whispering into his ear, "Betsy's nails are sharp and prickly and yours are soft and gentle. These two sensations at once will drive ANYONE crazy!" Unfortunately or not, the ten years old found out she was right after all- two different sensations at once were enough to make him go insane. Betsy's tongue was merciless, jumping and darting itself onto and between the toes, making the huge butterflies to come back into his guts and flutter their enormous wings there as her tongue was making quick slaloms between the two boys' toes, like a car in a race. Tabitha, on the other hand, worked much slowly, now focusing on the big toes of the two boys as her lips wrapped around the bases of them and mouth closing over two top. She began to gently suck on both toes at once, pressure washing over the hypersensitive digits. As she sucked, the woman would carefully draw her warm, wet tongue up and down the waiting underside of the boys' big-toes, taking her time while obviously trying to make the best out of it. After all, not every day you get to do the Piggies Sandwich technique!
Leo's face, meanwhile, was a mask of pure shock before he began howling and screeching with laughter at that new sucking method of Tabitha, fruitlessly trying to kick his legs and free his feet from the two moist monsters which were whisking all over his and his friend's piggies. The leather cuffs he was restrained in kept a firm grip on his ankles and wrists while he feebly tried to curl his toes, but Tabitha's patient tongue followed them everywhere they went. It explored the spaces between his toes again, traveled up and down each toe and even let her tongue to linger around the boy's little toe, wrapping around and roaming all over.
When she reached the little toes of them, it was the finale straw for Scott. It was the smallest toe of them all, with the least number of nerve endings, but it almost seemed to compete with the big-toe for complexity and strength of sensation, with the same sea of sensations burbling through the ten-year-olds mind, threatening to overwhelm his already fragile nervous system as the sudden compress and pressure sent a wave of almost electric pleasure riding up Scott's leg to join the butterflies from Betsy's actions. This combination, of electricity and butterflies, filled his entire body with lighting strong ticklish agony, ready to blast both boys' minds apart as it rushed to compete with the pleasure. Somehow, the pleasure always wans.
Again and again the two women would suck and lick Scott's and Leo's toes, occasionally one of them would break up the towards-and-forwards tongue motions with a series of gentle nibbles of her teeth. Again and again The lads would fire out giggles and cackles into the room with machine-gun efficiency, chests are rattling with each breath as they spluttered and howled.
It took them few moments to realize it was all over. Leo's feet were still tingling and Scott could still feel the phantom sensation of the women's tongues running and racing between his toes like in an obstacle course, but the two women were just looking at them both, smiling from ear to ear as their faces were glittering with a thin layer of oil.
"You alright there, little one?", said Betsy nicely, putting a still rather oily hand on his arm.
He looked at her and smiled feebly. He was alright, he was more than alright! He was totally swell, actually! He was still giggling when the two women said they were out to wash their hands, he was still giggling when they closed the door behind them and he was still giggling whtn Leo spoke.
"Oh my… Oh my gosh!", the chubby boy gasped, totally hang loose from his bonds by now, so exhausted and so pleased he was.
Scott could just giggle more as a respond. Their feet were still attached together, and in an act of total silliness he cringed his toes and used them to tickle Leo's foot.
He jerked right away with a yelp. "OH NO! No more… Please… TIHI!"
They just lay there, each one is gazing at his own piece of ceiling. Then Scott spoke with a mildly hoarse voice which didn't sound like he was belonging to him. "God, that was so much fun!", he said with a flushed face.
Leo tittered. "Told you so! They are the best!"
"Piggies Sandwich technique…", Scott muttered quietly and they both exploded with laughter. "Did you really didn't know that?", he raised himself on his elbows in order to look at him.
"Nope!", Leo replied with a shrug. "Mostly I don't have other kids here, I like to be tickled alone".
"Why?", frowned Scott.
"Well, it's nice to have all the attention to yourself, isn't it?", he giggled.
Scott wandered at that. He was right, after all. He sure liked how Tabitha was whispering in his ear all this nice words, and how Betsy called him 'honey' before. "Do you think… Do you think I should go here alone?", he tried to express the thought which started to come together in his mind.
Leo jumped with excitement in his chair. "Oh, yes! You must! It's the most fun you'll ever have in your life!", he said, coughed three times and then continued with not less energy or enthusiasm: "Believe me, I should know!"
Before Scott had the chance to answer, the door opened behind them. He turned to look at the two women entering the room, the Browline glasses are back on Tabitha's now clean face.
"It's good to see you're bonding together!", said Betsy mischievously, seeing the two oily feet of the boys still attached together. Both lads giggled at that comment as Tabitha knelt beside Scott. "Well? How did you like it?", she patted his soft hair.
"It was HIP!", he cheered, and without even thinking he felt his arms wrapped around her. He cringed immediately, withdrawing with embarrassment as he felt he was blushing again. "Ah… I'm sorry…", he said, burying his eyes in the floor again.
"Hay, that's okay, I love hugs!", she said to him softly, and with that he felt her arms wrapped gently around his slim and still sweaty body.
A wave of warmth flushed him, filling his guts and banishing all the butterflies and electricity which were roaming there previously, leaving place only for tenderness and affection. He slowly lifted up his arms and wrapped them around the woman, sniffing the adore of her hair into his lungs. 'Lustre-crème Shampoo', he noticed. Just like his older sister used.
"Would you like to come again sometime?", she whispered in his ear again, bringing back the good old Goosebumps to his skin.
"Yes", he whispered back, both are still wrapped in a hug on the floor. Meanwhile he felt Betsy releasing his feet, finally allowing him to draw them and chafe them against the floor, desperate to make the tingling go away.
"Same day on next week? We have a free hour at two O'clock, you can be right after Leo!".
He looked at her. "But… I wanna be tickled alone this time", he said, half bagging perhaps. "No others".
"Sounds swell to me. So next Monday at two O'clock!", she sealed the whispery discussion and unwrapped her hands from him, unfortunately for him. "Oh, by the way, I think these are yours?", she said, pulling out from behind her back his pair of T-Bar sandals. "Here, let me…", she said and held his right ankle in her hand, putting the footwear on it, then giving the same treatment for his other foot. When her tender eyes met his shy look, he didn't turn his eyes away any longer. Under that, he smiled at her, winning a kind smile back as she finished buckling his left shoe, stood up and offered him a hand to stand up.
"Coke?", Betsy's hand came from somewhere behind him, offering him a cold glass bottle of Coka Cola. He suddenly realized just how thirsty he was after this intense session he had just had, and he received the offer with gratitude, smiling and thanking the woman as suddenly a playful thought came into his mind. "I hope you don't put olive oil in your Coke bottles as well!", he said with a teasing smirk on his face, and for his happiness both women burst into good hearted laughter, even Leo was smiling at this joke while sipping from his own bottle, standing on his own T-Bar clad feet since the first time Scott saw him.
"Well, did you enjoy your time together, boys?", asked Betsy, wrapping her hands around both lads' shoulders.
"Yes!", both said in unison, looking at each other with sparkling eyes and burst into giggles.
"That's great!", said Tabitha, smiling from ear to ear. "Oh, I think you should put that back, we don't want you to get cold, do we now?", she said, offering him his shirt and taking the bottle of soda from him.
"Thanks", he said and wore his top, covering his chubbiness under a printed shirt of…
It was the colorful picture which reminded Scott what he was doing here from the first place. All this tickling and laughter made him completely forget about Tommy, John and Larry, the dare they put him under, the scratch on his knee which didn't hurt anymore at all and only a plaster was evidence to what happened before he entered this house. These all looked like a distant dream, as if from another world, but still it was the big picture of Denise the menace riding a red skateboard and smiling to him from Leo's shirt brought everything back to him. However, even before he had the chance to put a word about it, Tabitha was already two steps ahead.
"AND I think this is yours!", she turned to Scott, the new copy of his comic book, still in nylons, in her hand.
"HIP!", Leo's eyes opened wide. "It's the new one, no? I was just about to ask my dad to buy it for me".
"Well, I bought it myself, from my own money!", said Scott proudly.
"Really?! Where do you have so much? It's 35 Cents, you know!"
"I know, but I've been mowing neighbors' lawns for the entire summer, and-"
"Wait!", he stopped him. "It was YOU?!"
Scott frowned. "M… Me?"
"You were mowing my father's lawn! I live in number 12!"
Now it was Scott's turn to be surprised. "Really?! I live in 13!"
"Well, seems like you found yourself a nice neighbor to hang out with, Leo-boy!", smiled Betsy.
"Sure did!", Leo snorted with a huge grin on his face. "So… When are you gonna read that?"
"Well, I was thinking about this evening…", he started, but then Leo stopped him again, waving his hands wildly.
"No, no, no! Don't start without me! Come to my house tomorrow morning, we'll read it together! Oh, I mean… If you want…", he finished with a mumble.
"Sure he does!", said Tabitha, patting Scott on his shoulder. "Did you know that our Leo here is a collector? He has aaaaall Denise the menace magazines, since 1951!"
"You've got the first stories?!", Scott opened his eyes wide.
"Yes, but the first ones are not in books, it's in the newspapers", he said and added with a pumped chest: "I have them all!"
"AAAAND don't forget about Leo's tree house…", added Tabitha in a teasing tone.
That was quite enough for Scott. "Really?!", he gusped with excitement.
"Sure!", he shrugged. "Everyone here have a tree house! Oh, and you can meet my friends!"
"Yes! Join him into your club, Leo!", said Betsy, totally excited by now.
"You've got a club?", Scott frowned.
"Yes! And you can meet everyone tomorrow at nine!", he promised with a smile.
"All of his friends are regular visitors in here, we got to tickle each and every one of them at least once or twice!", Betsy said proudly.
"And next week we'll get to tickle the newest friend in Leo's club!", said Tabitha, tussling Scott's hair with affection, making him blush again.
"Yep!", agreed Betsy. "And then we'll have another member in the Apron Circle!"
Scott frowned and raised his brown eyes at her. "The what?!"
Leo giggled. "The Apron Circle! That's the name of the Tickle Sisters' club! All the kids who got tickled by Betsy and Tabitha are members of the Apron Circle!"
"Would you like to be a member in the Apron Circle, Scotty-boy?", cooed Tabitha at him.
"Ah… Ammm… Sure!", he said, his eyes are goggling around in embarrassment.
"Seven days from now you will!", promised Tabitha with a smile. "But until then, I think you can walk home together, can't you?", suggested Tabitha.
"Yeah, sure!", agreed Leo, and then a playful smirk appeared on his moon face. "I'll race you to the door!"
And with that he turned and ran out the door, racing down the stairs with heavy steps which made the entire house to quiver.
"Hay, wait for me!", cried Scott and turned to run after him. They he suddenly froze in place and turned back to the two women. "Thanks!", he said. "I'll see you next week!"
And with that he disappeared down the stairs, leaving Tabitha and Betsy to watch through the window the two boys chasing each other, laughing and shouting with excitement.
Betsy smirked. "I'm telling you, sissy… At moments like this, I really feel thankful for being a part of what we're doing", she ended with a grateful sigh while watching the two boys disappearing behind the soda shop.
"Seems like most kids in this town are thankful for what we're doing, silly!", said Tabitha, using her reflection in the window to fix her makeup.
"OOH! And what do you know? Here comes another one!", cheered Betsy, pointing at a girl in a dress skipping her way down the street towards their house.
"Well, she's early!", Tabitha frowned, watching the little child passing the gate into their garden. "Marry-Sue was scheduled for five!"
Betsy turned to look at the clock on the wall. "It's five and ten already", she smirked to her sister as little Marry-Sue was almost running the rest of the way to the main entrance of the house. A moment after the doorbell rang.
"Is it now?!", said Tabitha, turning to watch the clock herself. "Sheesh, time runs fast with these two little men, ha?"
"You bet it does!", said Betsy and fixed her dress with her fingers. "How do I look?", she raised her hands towards her sister.
"Like the best Tickler in Owkland!", smiled Tabitha.
Another doorbell ring cut through their conversation.
"Five and ten, you say?", asked Tabitha.
"And twelfth now", Betsy replied, reading from the clock again.
"You think we should punish her?", Betsy smirked.
"I think she would love that!"
"I know I will!", answered the sister as both women left the room giggling, closing the door behind them and climbing down the stairs to welcome their next client.
The tickle room was quiet for now, empty from laughter, pleads and begs, but the experienced wallpapered walls knew it's only a temporary state, and in the sudden silence only the clock was remained to count down the moments to their return.
To be continued...