Getting back to ticklecest, for a while now I’ve imagined a scenario involving a brother and a sister (sometimes two brothers or a son and mother, but I keep going back to brother-sister) being kidnapped separately, knocked out and having hoods placed over their heads. The kidnappers then take the siblings into a room consisting a nondescript ceiling and floor, along with four walls covered with mirrors, with one of those walls having two-way mirrors behind which the kidnappers operate a control panel.
Once siblings wake up, a pair of metal claws descend from the ceiling and remove their hoods. At this point, the brother finds he is being forced to stand by a soft, basic harness suspended from the ceiling and going under his arms, while his ankles are shackled and chained to the floor. He’s then shocked to see he’s completely naked and straddling a pair of ankles with the feet beside his genitals. Each ankle is wearing a shackle that is connected to a shackle on each one of his wrists (i.e. right ankle-right wrist, left ankle-left wrist). He then hears a scream behind him and looks in the mirrors to see his sister fully naked and bound to an armchair with her legs extended forward and her feet being the ones beside his genitals.
The siblings are horrified and deeply embarrassed, closing their eyes so that they don’t have to see the situation they’re in. They’re not sure what to say or what to do, but then the brother hears his sister start to laugh and feels his penis being stimulated, causing him to open his eyes and see that a panel has opened in the floor in front of him with a pole extending upward out of the hole and a pair of robotic hands on the end tickling his sister’s feet, causing her to kick them around and inadvertently give the brother a footjob. Despite himself, the brother gets hard, but he tries to think of how to escape. At least, until two more poles and hands extend up from the floor behind him and proceed to tickle his butt, causing him to thrust his hips forward and unwillingly participate in the footjob.
After a few minutes, the brother has given up on any hope of escaping and has been reduced to shutting his eyes and biting his lip in a desperate bid to ignore the sensations overwhelming him, while the sister can only laugh out loud after being broken by the tickling. They’re overwhelmed by humiliation…until they aren’t. He’s not sure when it happened, but the brother opens his eyes and sees that the shackles binding his wrists and his sister’s ankles have been released and fallen to the floor (thanks to a remote command from the kidnappers), and now he’s holding her ankles with his hands. As the robotic hands continue to tickle the sister’s feet, albeit more slowly, he wonders why he’s just now noticing how pretty those feet are, and how wondrous those smooth soles feel against his manhood. As he looks in the mirrors around him, he sees the robot hands still tickling his butt (slower, but still) and wonders how much fun it would be if they could, how to put it, go a little deeper? More than that, though, he sees his sister and is overwhelmed by just how irresistible she looks in that moment.
For her part, the sister is leaning back in her chair, her arms freed, her nipples erect and her womanhood thoroughly wet as she giggles. She wonders how something like tickling could get her so turned on, but more than that, as she looks forward and in the mirrors around her, she wonders why she’s just now noticing how…impressive…her brother’s body is, and she feels oddly empowered by how she’s getting her brother off just by stroking him with her feet.
Eventually, they stop speculating and embrace it all. The tickling, the footjob, and eventually, the climaxes. They’ll never know what lifted the veil concealing the feelings they had for each other and their fetishes. They never even had any previous inkling that that those feelings even existed in the first place, but it doesn’t matter. They’re aware of those feelings now, and even after they escape from the room via a door hidden behind one of the mirrors, they know this will not be the last time they indulge in those pleasures together.
Granted, those feelings were never really buried within them in the first place. No, they were cultivated by the kidnappers and their control panel. Those incestuous feelings? A result of the siblings inhaling a highly potent aphrodisiac in the form of a colorless, odorless gas pumped into the room via a vent. That tickling fetish? A result of tiny concealed speakers in the harness and chair, speakers through which the kidnappers used AI to whisper to the siblings in their own voices, giving voice to those unconscious desires they “never knew they had.” Regardless, the siblings have fully embraced their shared fetish and mutual lust, and who knows, they may even come back to that room thank to a little post hypnotic suggestion planted in their minds by those AI speakers. Those kidnappers could use the footage, after all.
Yeah, my mind’s a little twisted.