>>67525
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To start wrapping things up, I'll simply say that as we grew up and it started hitting me that I was totally getting aroused by tickling my younger 'sister', I didn't really stop, I only got a bit more... clever about it, and to some degree, more adventurous. As our relationship progressed, we weren't really playing games anymore, but my parents often saddled me with the responsibility of helping her with schoolwork, which I, of course, took advantage of to continue to satisfy my urges. Teaching became an excuse: I'd get to hold one of her feet and ask her questions about the lesson, and if she got them wrong, I'd tickle the hell out of her. If she seemed distracted while I was helping her do her homework, I'd also take a break and tickle her until she was crying. It helped that she was really bad at school, lol, and that we were often alone after school as our parents were working and my siblings chose to ignore their boring younger brethren. By this point, I must admit, I started taking things too far, even by autistic pervy kid standards. I didn't just tickle the usual spots, I grew a knack for tickling her inner thighs, which would really freak her out, which I of course loved. One time, I even dared to use a hairbrush on her feet, and I have this clear, arousing and disturbing memory of her yelling my name in desperation as I brushed one of her feet and it took things to a whole other level of intensity for her. Like, seriously, she demanded I let her tickle one of my own feet with the brush in retaliation, to which I reacted to with fake laughter, because I'm not really ticklish, and I just thought letting her get back at me was fair. But by then, of course, she was also growing up, and it didn't take long before she realized that me taking every chance I could to tickle her to pieces wasn't a normal sibling relationship, and it all headed to a halt. The breaking point was one time where, after a particularly heated tickle session at one of our empty homes, I realized I was way too horny and I wasn't thinking straight anymore, and I simply got up and walked out of the room before I did something even dumber than my usual shenanigans. And then, this girl (we must've been about 15 and 13 by that point) straight up looked at me, still giggly from my tickling, and asked 'yeah, gotta hit the bathroom huh?', in what, to this day, I believe to be a reference to the fact I really had to masturbate after getting my hit of tickle torturing her. I've no clue if this is actually what she meant, but it haunts me regardless.
No joke, thinking about this shit makes me feel sick nowadays, lol. I was one fucked up 'kid' (15 years old, I know, but I was stupid and immature for my age). I cut the habit after that, it just kinda started giving me the ick. It helped she moved out of town, so my chances of even seeing her in person grew to be negligible. As for her side of the story? I seriously have no idea what to believe, and I'm certainly not about to ask. When thinking back on it, I realize I layed it on so fucking thick, literally anybody would've noticed. Hell, as I said, somebody else did. As such, a part of me wonders, why didn't she say anything? To me, her parents, or our other siblings. If I'm being generous, I'd assume that maybe it all seems weirdly exaggerated in my mind, and to her it all just seems like she had a weirdo sibling who thought tickling was the funniest of pranks for some reason. But if I'm being honest, I think a more likely explanation is that I unwittingly sort of forged a strange sibling relationship with her where it became acceptable that I'd take so much pleasure in tickling her since such a young age. Shit, for all I know, she might've had a similar sort of 'sibling crush' on me (which again, fucking ew lol), in which it became normal for her to experience this weird ass treatment from an older sibling she liked. And the real fucked up take? I might've instilled a resemblance of a tickling fetish on my younger cousin/'sister', in a similar way to how (and I'll talk about this at some point in some other point, maybe) some others of my relatives may have created this pesky tickle fetish within me. In any case, it's been fucking years from this now, and, honestly, we still get along great. No awkwardness, no comment on the matter, no bad blood. Whatever the fuck was going on between us back then, it has given way to a pretty normal and all around nice relationship as adults.
And yet... as I said in a previous post... It's difficult for me to deny that, if I had a chance... I'd probably be really interested in tickling her. All of those memories making me cringe have way more to do with knowing I was behaving like a strange, perverted teenager, than they do with me experiencing some sort of phisical repulsion by the idea of tickle torturing a cousin of mine. And just so we're clear, feel free to give me as much shit as you want and to judge me as much as I want, I probably deserve it, but then again... this is the ticklecest thread. What did you expect?
>>67482
>She sat up and we just kind of looked at each other. I asked why she didn’t stop me and she said she was so surprised and it felt good. Then she said that while she loves me and we have a very close relationship, this kind of thing can’t happen again.
Goddamn do I find that sentiment to be incredibly arousing. The idea of giving in to your twisted desires and being met with a measure of your own lust and pleasure is so fucking hot. Still, I'm glad she hit the brakes on that and you followed suit. Clearly this could've gone on to be something a bit more seriously damaging to your relationship. Not that I would've done any better, mind you, no judgement on that regard, but I'm happy to hear you both went on to live fulfilling lives outside those perverted ocurrences. Still, god damn are her soles hot brother, and so is the story, good stuff.