Extremely Ticklish Sisters

         “What will it be, kiddo? Are you as brave as your little sister? She automatically gets to go next since she is tripling her dare. You’ll need to wait your turn in the audience unless you are willing to take off your clothes, too. So, we need to hurry. I can tell from her cries and laughter that the girl currently on stage isn’t going to win her round.”, explained the lady while she held out her hand as if to take any clothes Jenna might decide to relinquish to her.

         Jenna looks back at her little sister Abby, who is already standing there barefoot, in only her powder blue bra and black panties, eager to go.

         With a fretful look in her eyes, Jenna tries to explain her difficulties with the plan. “It’s just…you know I love to tickle and even being tickled a little sis, it just feels so scary to be strapped down on that thing, on a brightly lit stage, being tickled in front of all those people with no way to avoid it! I mean, I will just DIE if I see anyone I know out there. I know there’s a 'no picture taking' policy, but when has THAT ever stopped anybody? What if it’s too MUCH tickling for me to take? I don’t want to look like a total spazz in front of anyone from school, Abby!”

         Still unfazed, Abby is about to take Janna’s place, the lady actually reaching out and about to help her into the front of the line, when Jenna cries, “Alright! I’ll DO it, already! God, you are SUCH a brat for getting me into this! I am going to tickle you so bad when we get home tonight, Abby!”

         And with that, Jenna hurriedly peels off her skirt and purple top and lastly, hesitantly, her shoes. A shiver goes up her spine as Jenna stands there, now clad only in her pink and white undies as she hears the same goofy musical number that she heard between candidate on the last round, and knows that she’s about to be next to try her luck on The Tickle Wheel!

         Her heart thudding in her chest, Jenna almost begins to have a panic attack as the skilled helpers strap her limbs down firmly to the rack. The black clad announcer Fred is between her and the crowd introducing her and again explaining the rules. Jenna takes a little comfort in that she can't make out the faces of anyone in the small crowd about to watch her ordeal, but they seem to be really appreciative of her appearance as a contestant, which only makes her feel even more uncomfortable in her situation.

Fred spins the wheel, and it lands on: