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The real fun started when we got off the plane. Our scoutmaster met us at the airport, and drove us and six other kids from our troops out to the campsite in a van that had a TV and video game system in it! It was only a Playstation one, with a couple of games, but we had a blast for the five hours it took us to drive to the campsite. I was winning against everyone, as always, so Brandon decided to help some of the other kids cheat. You see, I was sitting on the seat near the sliding door, with my legs folded up under me, with my feet sticking out the side. Brandon, who was sitting behind me, suddenly grabbed my ankle, and started taking off my sandal. I didn't do anything about it, because I was paying attention to the game, and I didn't really mind what was about to happen.

"Well, what we have here? The bare foot of a 'Ticklee'!"

I don't know if that was the way my anklet was to begin with, or if Brandon set it that way - it didn't really matter when Brandon was about. The guys in my troop knew how much my big brother tickled the crap out of me, and I think they even looked forward to it!

"C'mon, bro! Not while I'm trying to concentrate! I'm about to set a record, here!" I protested, giggling already, even though my ankle was only being held.

Brandon knew he had me. The way I was sitting, with him holding my ankle, I would just end up tumbling out of the seat face-first if I tried to change position. I couldn't help looking back from time to time, and the grin on my big brother's face just made me more and more nervous. That distraction alone almost made me lose to my buddy, Jeff. But I knew that Brandon wouldn't be content with me losing that easily.

"Introducing, the best T.J. tickler in the world, next to me, of course!" Brandon announced.

Oh no! He wouldn't! Not in front of all our friends! I thought to myself. Anything but that!

"My little brother and protégé, Sandy!"

I held my breath, and tried to concentrate on the game - as if that would make a difference. Brandon's friends cheered on Sandy as my little brother's fingers touched my sole; as if the little stinker needed any encouragement to tickle me. My friends were already teasing me about how I was going to lose, and I have to say that I was going crazy. And Sandy hadn't even started yet!
The instant those little fingers started moving, it was like the tickling sensations were a sledgehammer shooting up my legs, straight to my stomach. I was gritting my teeth at first, but I couldn't hold back my giggling, and keep trying to play at the same time. Brandon's friends were laughing and commenting on how much Sandy's tickling must have been getting to me, because my feet were wiggling as much as possible, as Jeff and my other friends were joking about how there was no way I could win laughing like that.

They weren't wrong. I never could resist squinting my eyes shut whenever I got tickled, and it was getting nearly impossible to keep playing. Jeff was toying with me; his fighter in the game just taking jabs at me from time to time, and easily evading my attempts to attack. I was playing like an amateur, and between that, and the embarrassment of having all out friends watch as my youngest brother tickled my helpless foot, I swear I was twice as ticklish as normal.

And that wasn't even the end of it. I'd been able to push Sandy's fingers away from time to time with my other foot, but before long, someone pulled off my other sandal. It had to be more than just Sandy then, because I felt what must have been five times as many fingers tickling; now on both feet. That was the end of it. I flopped forward, not caring what would happen, just laughing my head off.

Someone caught me, thank goodness; but those same hands pulled me back into the rear seats, where people started tickling me all over. I was totally lost, laughing and squirming; twisted upside down so the guys in the back seat could grab and tickle my feet as those in the middle seat scourged my sides and stomach. Fingers had slipped up under my toes, driving me mad with ticklishness, as hands crawled under my shirt to get my sides, stomach and ribs.

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The real fun started when we got off the plane. Our scoutmaster met us at the airport, and drove us and six other kids from our troops out to the campsite in a van that had a TV and video game system in it! It was only a Playstation one, with a couple of games, but we had a blast for the five hours it took us to drive to the campsite. I was winning against everyone, as always, so Brandon decided to help some of the other kids cheat. You see, I was sitting on the seat near the sliding door, with my legs folded up under me, with my feet sticking out the side. Brandon, who was sitting behind me, suddenly grabbed my ankle, and started taking off my sandal. I didn't do anything about it, because I was paying attention to the game, and I didn't really mind what was about to happen.

"Well, what we have here? The bare foot of a 'Ticklee'!"

I don't know if that was the way my anklet was to begin with, or if Brandon set it that way - it didn't really matter when Brandon was about. The guys in my troop knew how much my big brother tickled the crap out of me, and I think they even looked forward to it!

"C'mon, bro! Not while I'm trying to concentrate! I'm about to set a record, here!" I protested, giggling already, even though my ankle was only being held.

Brandon knew he had me. The way I was sitting, with him holding my ankle, I would just end up tumbling out of the seat face-first if I tried to change position. I couldn't help looking back from time to time, and the grin on my big brother's face just made me more and more nervous. That distraction alone almost made me lose to my buddy, Jeff. But I knew that Brandon wouldn't be content with me losing that easily.

"Introducing, the best T.J. tickler in the world, next to me, of course!" Brandon announced.

Oh no! He wouldn't! Not in front of all our friends! I thought to myself. Anything but that!

"My little brother and protégé, Sandy!"

I held my breath, and tried to concentrate on the game - as if that would make a difference. Brandon's friends cheered on Sandy as my little brother's fingers touched my sole; as if the little stinker needed any encouragement to tickle me. My friends were already teasing me about how I was going to lose, and I have to say that I was going crazy. And Sandy hadn't even started yet!
The instant those little fingers started moving, it was like the tickling sensations were a sledgehammer shooting up my legs, straight to my stomach. I was gritting my teeth at first, but I couldn't hold back my giggling, and keep trying to play at the same time. Brandon's friends were laughing and commenting on how much Sandy's tickling must have been getting to me, because my feet were wiggling as much as possible, as Jeff and my other friends were joking about how there was no way I could win laughing like that.

They weren't wrong. I never could resist squinting my eyes shut whenever I got tickled, and it was getting nearly impossible to keep playing. Jeff was toying with me; his fighter in the game just taking jabs at me from time to time, and easily evading my attempts to attack. I was playing like an amateur, and between that, and the embarrassment of having all out friends watch as my youngest brother tickled my helpless foot, I swear I was twice as ticklish as normal.

And that wasn't even the end of it. I'd been able to push Sandy's fingers away from time to time with my other foot, but before long, someone pulled off my other sandal. It had to be more than just Sandy then, because I felt what must have been five times as many fingers tickling; now on both feet. That was the end of it. I flopped forward, not caring what would happen, just laughing my head off.

Someone caught me, thank goodness; but those same hands pulled me back into the rear seats, where people started tickling me all over. I was totally lost, laughing and squirming; twisted upside down so the guys in the back seat could grab and tickle my feet as those in the middle seat scourged my sides and stomach. Fingers had slipped up under my toes, driving me mad with ticklishness, as hands crawled under my shirt to get my sides, stomach and ribs.

my illustration to dorain1.deviantart.com/art/Ske… by