My 11 year old niece Jenny is visiting us from out of state. Her mom (my oldest sister) dropped her off on our parents while she pursued a job lead in the area. It’s early summertime, and Jenny doesn’t know anyone in the area. It’s a weekday, so Mom and Dad are gone. Jenny isn’t supposed to leave the house, unless it’s with me. I’m 15, never kissed, and shy around girls my age. My name is Pete, and I intend on finding a chance to tickle my pretty niece silly!
I had so much fun tickle-attacking Jenny when we visited them three years ago. It was usually she that would start things. She’d tag along with me as the closest one in the family to her age during the family gathering. When we were alone, she’d never fail to be a pest, until I’d be forced to hold her down or put her into a wrestling hold. That was usually when I’d get a few tickles in. I loved it, but damn, would she scream and thrash around trying to escape my fingers! The adults would usually just yell for us to “Pipe down in there!” from another room, and I’d be forced to take it back a notch or two.
That was three years ago. She was just a little brat back then. Now, Jenny was budding into a beautiful young cutie! At eleven, she is still basically a young girl. She still has the big doe-eyes and silky dark hair she often wears in pigtails, the impish grin and that slender, girlish body. But her legs are longer now and topped off with a ripe little booty. She still has that slender, bean-shaped body I loved to tickle, and has barely begun to develop up top, but the way her posture causes her butt to jut out like it does drives me insane! She’s only just begun to develop hips, and it’s not a particularly big bottom. It just looks so hot the way it pokes up and out, demanding attention.
My plan plays out early during the day. I make a point of raising a racket outside, near the porch, after I know that she’s awake and probably having breakfast. Sure enough, she eventually pops outside, still in her pajamas, to see what I’m up to. I ask her to help with my project, and tell her to help me guide some wood into place by sticking her head through the porch railing, while on her hands and knees, while I stand below (at just below her head-level). Then, it’s as easy as quickly slinging a slip-knotted rope around her head and drawing it close around her slender neck. I draw it tight enough to a pole below her on the wall that she cannot now pull her head back out from between the railings. She is making a hell of a fuss, screaming and yelling at me, so I quickly slap tape over her mouth, reducing her complaints to muffled growls.
Then, it’s quickly up the steps to the porch, where I am delighted to see her on her hands and knees, unable to retrieve her head from the low position between the porch rails. Unable to even look behind her. Knowing I am behind her and there’s nothing she can do about it sends her back into a furious kicking and fist-throwing frenzy, but it’s all for naught. Since she can only raise one limb at a time, it’s fairly easy to counter with a tickle here, or a grab-and-tickle there. I taunt her and tell her that I’m going to tickle her like old times, and this really sets her into fighting her trap. So much so that I have to go back down and loosen the cord around her neck so she can breathe!
Now sitting in one of the rocking chairs on the porch right next to her, I plot my next move.
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