Hey guys! Here's another Tickling Story, this time on Jessie's Luke and Ravi Ross! Enjoy and R&R!
Story 2: Jessie
It was not a normal day in the Ross' penthouse because it was empty except for 12-year old Luke and 11-year old Ravi. Jessie was out with Tony, Birchram was on vacation, and Emma and Zuri were at the movies seeing some chick-flick. So the boys had the whole place to themselves. Well, themselves and Mrs. Kipling of course. But she didn't really matter. So anyway, Luke and Ravi decided that they would take advantage of them being home by themselves by watching a wrestling match they had recorded but never got to watch. One of the fighters actually got tapped out by the beginning of the second half.
Luke, being the kind of brother he was, said with a laugh, "Hey, Ravi, look it's you!" Ravi said, "Oh, brother, I can endure far more than that." "Really?" Luke asked, skeptical. "Well, if you think that, how about we have a little competition. Now we can't have a wrestling match, so how about we have a tickling match?" Ravi was a little wierded out at first, but then he caught on and agreed, "Alright then, a tickle-match it is." They walked into Luke's room which was for once, clean, and Luke began to dig out something from some random box in his drawer.
After he turned around, he was holding 4 Chinese finger traps. Ravi put them onto his index fingers, and Luke helped him put the rest on. Then Ravi lay down on Luke's bed and Luke said, "Put your hands behind your head." After his step-brother did so, Luke got on top of him and explained the rules, "Okay, I'm gonna tickle you first, and then you're gonna do me. I've set a stopwatch on my phone and when you lift your arms from around back, I'm gonna write down how long it was, then the same thing for me. Whoever lifts their arms first, is the loser. Are you ready, little bro?"
Ravi nodded, so Luke started his ticklish assault on Ravi's neck, just to start off easy. "Hehehehehehehe," Ravi giggled. "Thihihihihssss is nothing hehehehehe." So Luke immediately stopped with his neck and began to tickle his sides and stomach, alternating every fifteen seconds. "HEhaheHAHEHAhehaHAHAhahaHA!" Ravi screamed, but Luke knew that he wasn't close to ready to submit to the tickling. So he kept it up for about twenty minutes, and eventually Ravi was laughing so hard that tears started coming out of his eyes. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! STOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Ravi kept yelling out. This is like torture for him, Luke thought to himself. Torture for him, but it's a dream come true for me! He had always wanted to have Ravi in some sort of torture, but nothing painful. This was perfect for that kind of situation!
Eventually, Luke got bored with Ravi's stomach and sides, so then he moved backwards and sat at the end of his bed and moved Ravi a little bit diagonally. Then he put Ravi's feet in a headlock with his own legs and peeled off his brother's socks. Then he heard Ravi gasp in realization. But before he could protest, Luke grabbed a hairbrush off of his bedside table and "scrubbed" it all over his feet while poor Ravi barely manage to keep his arms behind his head, being able to do practically nothing but let Luke tickle his bare, defenseless, extremely-ticklish feet. "PLEAHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHASSSE! LUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUKKKE! STOHOHAHAHAHAHAP THISSSSSSS!" the Indian child yelled in his torture.
Luke was completely amazed and in awe of how ticklish his brother's feet were. In fact, he totally lost track of how long he tickled Ravi's feet, Ravi in hysterics the whole time. After who knows how long, Ravi lifted his hands out from under his head and Luke stopped tickling and stopped the stopwatch. It read: 37:46. So he wrote down on a piece of paper, 37:46, and reset the timer. Next was his turn, and he realized only then what kind of torture he was about to go through.
But, a deal was a deal, and he knew what Ravi would do if he didn't go through with his end of the deal, and plus, his honor was at stake here. There was no way that he was going to let Ravi win their Tickling Competition. If he won, he knew that he would never hear the end of it. So, he had to win; for himself and, more importantly, his honor. He helped Ravi out of the finger traps and Ravi gladly helped Luke into them. Luke was a little nervous about how eager Ravi was to do this, but he wouldn't let Ravi win; not now, not ever.
Once Ravi was on top of Luke, he pondered where he should start. He thought this exactly: Neck? No, that was too kind. Stomach and sides? Not until later. Armpits? Not until last. Feet? Perfect idea, Ravi, he congratulated himself. So he turned around on his brothers' shins and grabbed the hair brush. Then he slowly brushed at first to catch Luke off-guard when he did it fast and quickly. "Hehehehehehehehe," Luke giggled without trying to meld words into it. After almost five minutes of the soft sound of Luke's giggling, Ravi suddenly scrubbed all over the two feet fervently, extracting some sort of laughter that was more than giggles but less than actual laughing. "Ahehahehahehaheha!" was the strange kind of laughter that erupted from the brunette.
After around twenty-five minutes, Ravi stopped tickling Luke's feet and decided to start with his stomach and sides. Ravi knew that that was his second-most ticklish place, just like him, and the best part, he would be able to take it, so that added to his torture. He snaked one hand under Luke's button-up shirt and began to tickle, but he snuck his other hand into his pocket to reveal an electric toothbrush. Before they had gone into Luke's room, Ravi had to use the bathroom, and while he was in there, he grabbed it. Anyway, with the empty hand, he slid it down to Luke's side and began to squeeze; while he flicked on the toothbrush and tickled his brother's other side with it.
Luke's laughter before was nothing compared to what was coming from Luke now. "AHAHAhahahahaHAHAHAHAahahAHAHAHAhahahah!" he cried out. He seemed to struggle to not buck to get away from Ravi's tickling fingers and his toothbrush. For the first time, he tried to meld words into his laughing; "Pleeheeheeheeheesssse, Raviiiiiii! Have mercyheeheeheehee!" But Ravi didn't let up a bit. In fact, he actually knew how to increase Luke's torture. With his free hand, he switched to his stomach and began to squeeze in random places while with the toothbrush hand; he put the head of it into Luke's bellybutton, which made Luke's tears finally spill over.
After a long time, Ravi quit with the stomach and sides and decided to finally tickle Luke's most ticklish area: the armpits. The Indian child had actually always wanted to see just how ticklish Luke's armpits were because he always protected them like they were babies. So, to get the chance to tickle his armpits without resistance was like, a dream come true for Ravi. Because Luke's shirt was button-up, Ravi unbuttoned the first two and put the hair brush in his empty hand. Meanwhile, Luke felt like he was going to die. Luke's armpits are like Ravi's feet: super ticklish and in this case, totally exposed. And with Ravi armed with a hairbrush and an electric toothbrush, he knew he was dead.
But I can't let him win, he thought in a determined way. With his hairless armpits exposed, Ravi began the tickle session, which made Luke's tears spill over even faster with him in extreme hysterics. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAH!" Luke let out the longest and loudest laugh Ravi had ever heard, and he wanted his torture to continue as revenge for all those pranks Luke played on him. Without meaning to, Ravi thinking about those pranks made him move the brush faster and swirl the toothbrush in small circles. "RAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAVIHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! STOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!" Luke cried once he noticed the increased torture.
After a long, long, long time, Luke finally raised his arms and when they looked at the stopwatch, neither one could believe how long Ravi had tickle tortured Luke. Luke had won by almost a half-hour. The stopwatch read 1:18:21! Luke smiled and half laughed and half gasped. Then he nodded and said, "Well, looks like I win. Don't worry, bro. You almost won, if you count 'almost winning' as losing by thirty whole minutes!"
However, from that time on, neither one of them ever chose the other to a tickle challenge ever again…until a week later when they were alone and the football team was down by 15 points in the first half. 10 minutes later, you could hear only this from their penthouse: "HAHAHAHAHA…"