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Family Ties Universe
Jennifer Keaton had walked into the guest room where Marty was sleeping. She saw that Marty was sleeping in just the perfect position to be tied up, as he was lying on his belly. She saw the bottoms of Marty's feet, and she found the sight of them to be tantalizing and irresistible. She slowly snapped Marty's wrists into some handcuffs. She then snapped the foot stock onto the bed - while she gently lifted up Marty's feet, and locked them into the stocks. She then waited patiently until Marty awoke, which was about a half hour later.
After Marty was starting to stir, Jennifer sat at the foot of the bed - as she mercilessly tickled the soles of Marty's feet, causing him to break out into helpless laughter. It was obvious that the soles of Marty's feet were every bit as unbearably ticklish as that of her brother, Alex. The sound of Marty's laughter was music to her ears. Jennifer was having so much fun making Marty squirm and laugh - as he was, without a doubt, suffering from the ticklish torment.
Marty freely gave into helpless laughter, as he had learned a long time ago that trying to will himself to not be ticklish was useless. He had just recently started to allow his girlfriend to tickle the soles of his feet on a routine basis, knowing that it gave his girlfriend pleasure to reduce him into a fit of helpless laughter. Even though his soles were most decidedly unbearably ticklish, and he figured they had to be a 13 on a scale of one to ten of ticklishness, he had to admit that he didn't completely hate having his soles tickled. In fact, he kind of loved it now, when it was done by Jennifer Parker. He couldn't really be angry with this Keaton namesake of his girlfriend, knowing that she also had sort of a crush on him.
After about a half an hour, Alex walked into the bedroom, and asked, "Jennifer Keaton! What are you doing? Are you torturing our guest?"
"No, Alex," Jennifer said, innocently, "I'm making him laugh. I love the way he laughs. He laughs the same way you do when I tickle your soles. It's music to my ears."
"Maybe he doesn't like having his soles tickled, though," Alex said, gently. "Most people with unbearably ticklish soles hate having them tickled - because they find the sensation to be too, well, unbearable. Tell you what, Jenn, if you stop tickling our guest - then I'll let you tickle my soles tonight, for as long as you'd like. How does that sound?"
"That sounds like a deal, Alex," Jennifer replied, smiling, as she reluctantly stopped tickling Marty, and freed him from the restraints.
As Marty was panting somewhat heavily on the bed, Alex went to sit next to him, and he said, "I'm sorry about my little sister torturing you like that, Marty. She doesn't mean any harm. She's very fond of tickling my soles, because she knows that they're unbearably ticklish, and she loves the sound of me laughing helplessly. I guess she figured that, since we look alike, your soles would be just as unbearably ticklish as mine. I guess she was right."
"Thanks, Alex," Marty said, smiling softly. "I'm not mad at her. I guess I could have used the workout, if you know what I mean. It certainly made me wide awake, at any rate."
"I must say you're a very good sport about it, Marty," Alex said, as he gently gave Marty a little squeeze. "Are you hungry? I am! Let's see what Mom and Dad are cooking for breakfast."
"That sounds lovely, Alex," Marty replied, smiling at who was virtually his interdimensional twin. "I am pretty hungry, now that you mention it."
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"Good morning, Alex! Good morning, Marty!" called out Mrs. Keaton, as Alex and Marty stepped into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mom," gushed Alex, as he threw his arms around his mother.
"Good morning, Mrs. Keaton," replied Marty.
"Can I have a hug from you, too, Marty?" Mrs. Keaton asked, jovially.
"As you can tell, we're a very huggable family," Alex whispered to Marty.
"Sure," replied Marty, as he threw his arms around Mrs. Keaton.
Mrs. Keaton hugged Marty tightly, then she kissed the top of Marty's head.
"How does bacon and pancakes sound to you guys?" asked Mrs. Keaton.
"I would love it!" gushed Marty.
"It sounds fine with me, too," added Alex.
"I'm pretty hungry myself," added Jennifer. Then, turning to Marty, Jennifer asked, "Can I have a hug, Marty?"
"Sure," replied Marty, as he gave Jennifer a big hug.
"Why don't you kids take a seat, now?" suggested Mrs. Keaton.
"What about Mallory?" asked Marty, concerned. "Are we going to wait for her, too?'
"Mallory doesn't wake up until noon," Alex explained. "She also hasn't been much of a breakfast eater, lately."
Just then, they heard a baby crying in the other room.
"I'll check up on him," said Alex, as he got up from the table. Then, turning to Marty, he added, "That's the youngest member of our family, Andrew. We call him Andy, for short."
Marty then followed Alex into the other room, where Alex picked up the baby, and began to soothe him.
"Shhhhh, shhhhh, it's okay," Alex said, softly, as he rocked the baby back and forth. After about five minutes, Andy stopped crying. Alex then sat down on a chair, as he bounced Andy up and down on his knee. "Now there's that lovely smile," cooed Alex. Then he turned the baby over to face Marty, and continued, "This is my friend, Marty. Can you say 'hi, Marty'? Huh?" Then turning to Marty, Alex asked, "Would you like to hold Andy for awhile?"
'Sure," replied Marty, as he lifted up Andy and bounced him a little bit. "How is Andy doing, huh? You a happy little boy, huh? Yes, you are! You're a happy, smiley, little boy. You're getting so big."
"Aw, I can tell he likes you already," Alex cooed. "He usually doesn't take so well to strangers, you know?"
"Maybe it's because I look like you," Marty said, smiling.
"Naa, I'm sure it's more then that," Alex replied, smiling back. "Listen, Marty, I should check to see if Andy needs his diaper changed. Why don't you wait at the table? I'll join you, shortly."
"Sure, Alex," Marty replied, as he headed back to the table. He couldn't help but cringe a bit at the idea of changing a baby's diaper. He still remembered how his great-grandfather, William, had urinated on him back in 1885. He then realized that, sometime in the future, he would have to change the diapers of Marty Jr and Marlene. I suppose I'll learn to get used to it, Marty thought, to himself.