It's good to be ticklish. How many girls in Hushi are ticklish?

Grasping feet during holidays, grandparents are farmers. Later, my father went to college and left his hometown. Every winter and summer vacation, my father will go back to see my grandparents, and I will go with him. But my main purpose is not to see my grandparents, but to see my sister. My sister is my uncle's daughter, older than me 1 month. She lives in the house of her grandparents. I only like to come to grandpa's house because I like to scratch my sister's feet, but my sister is particularly ticklish. Her feet are white and tender, and the soles are smooth. As long as I tickle her gently, I promise I will itch and laugh. Every time I go to grandpa's house, I try my best to scratch my sister's feet, such as waking her up or scratching her feet when she doesn't care. My sister always laughs and retracts her feet, but she doesn't care much. /kloc-In the winter vacation when I was 0/2 years old, my father took me back to my grandfather's house, which was no longer the super-small capacity of a heatable adobe sleeping platform and a dining table. Now it is also in the format of three rooms and one living room, which is enough for my family and my father to live with me. Grandpa basically plays chess all day, and grandma usually goes out to chat with seven aunts and eight aunts and takes a walk in the lake. Dad is a typical dutiful son, and it is a holiday. Only my sister and I stayed at home. I have a younger sister who is 1 year younger than me and often comes to my grandfather's house, so the three of us often. This time I decided to scratch my sister's feet, so I prepared some things in advance: several belts, four towels and some ropes. On this day, I took advantage of my sister's nap to discuss with her. "Sister, do you know that my sister is very ticklish?" "Of course, she was scared to death, especially the soles of her feet. She is super ticklish. " My sister's answer aroused my interest. "Let's scratch the soles of her feet and see what she can laugh at, shall we?" "No, she is too ticklish. Tickle her, and she will struggle desperately and make a mess at home. " "How ..." I pretended to think. "Not as good as what?" My sister asked incredulously. "Can't we cure her limbs?" "Good idea, I just want to know how ticklish she is." My sister excitedly replied, "Shh. . . . . . My sister is fast asleep and won't wake up when it thunders. We'll tie him up now, but with what? " "I have it here." I took out the ropes, belts and other things that I had already prepared. "Great, let's go quickly, and there will be no chance when my sister wakes up." "hmm." The two of us carefully opened my sister's door. My sister is sleeping. We walked over carefully. I walked over to my sister's head. My sister is at her feet. I grabbed her hand. Wrap a small towel around your wrist to prevent the belt from hurting your sister's wrist, then carefully put your sister's hand through the two holes in the railing of the bedside with a belt, and then tie it tightly with a belt. My sister grabbed her left foot. Wrap it in a towel. Tie the rope to the post at the left foot of the bed, and tie the right foot to the other side. My sister was wearing a pair of white socks, the soles of her feet were sunken, and the socks didn't stick to the soles of her feet, which looked very attractive. My sister wants to scratch the soles of her feet I whispered, "Don't worry, we are going to order some instruments of torture and see who can come up with a good solution." "Hee hee, ok." Everything is ready, and my sister is still asleep, completely unaware that she has become the meat on the chopping block-being slaughtered. I touched my sister's arch lightly with my little finger, and her sensitive arch immediately felt itchy. I tried to tie it with a rope, but it didn't work. My sister seems to feel something is wrong in her dream. She snorted and wanted to sleep again. I scratched the soles of her feet twice with my fingers, and it itched more than before. My sister's knee jerk was suddenly stopped by the rope. At this time, my sister felt something was wrong and gradually woke up. But my ankle is tied tightly with a rope and I can't move at all. My sister was awakened and cried, "Ah!" She found herself lying on her back with her hands and feet tied to the bed. She was very frightened. She saw my sister and I standing at his feet and asked, "Brother, what's the matter? Help me untie the rope. " Hey hey. . How can you give up such a good opportunity? My sister's feet are tired. At this time, my sister closed the door and came over. My sister began to feel uneasy: "You. . . What are you doing? Nothing, sister. We just want to do an experiment ~ ""What experiment, why am I tied up? " "That's it. . . . . . . . "I said, and stretched out my right hand and scratched my sister's socks with four fingers. How can my sister stand the torture of scratching her feet? One foot in white socks kept twisting and shouting, "What are you doing? . . You can't. Ha ha. . . Don't. . Don't scratch. . Don't scratch my feet. " At this time, my sister interjected, "We just want to do experiments on the soles of your feet by scratching them." My sister said that the movement in my hand had not stopped, and the soles of my socks rubbed against my sister's delicate soles, which brought irresistible itching. My sister, who was originally ticklish, was powerless to resist at this time and could only keep laughing: "Don't don't. . . Don't say that. . . . . How could you? . . . ""Why not? " My sister asked, "It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and my grandparents won't come back until 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Your ankle is our experiment for three hours, and you can't escape. " "But. . . . Haha ~ ~ no. . . I'm ticklish ~ "Sister doesn't care if this sentence is a reason. "It is because you are ticklish that we have to scratch." My sister pitied her and said, "See how long you can hold on." "Don't. . I can't. . . I'm scared. . . Ah. . . . Don't. . . . . Don't touch your soles. . . Ah, ah, ah! ! ! ! ! ! "My sister couldn't help screaming because my finger touched the most ticklish part of her foot-the sole of her foot. My fingers slowly circled the soles of her feet. My sister tried her best to wriggle her feet to avoid my scratching, but she tied them well. Although my sister can twist her foot, her ankle is firmly fixed and her range of motion is pitiful, so she can't escape the attack of my fingers. "Not line. . . . Stop it. . . Stop. . . Ha ha. . . Don't. . Don't scratch. . Mm-hmm. . . . "Sister tried to shake hands, but the belt was not covered, and it was useless for her to pull. "Don't. . . . . Don't. . My feet are scared. . . . Ha ha. . . . Itchy. . . . I can't take it anymore. . Don't. " Whenever my sister asks for mercy, I speed up and draw a circle under her socks. My sister immediately itched and couldn't speak clearly. . . . After about 2 minutes, my sister said, "All right. Stop. " I stopped as I said. This short itch has fully proved that my sister's arch defense is weak. My elder sister thought that the itch had healed and said, "Third sister is better. Second sister, how can you scratch my ankle? My ankle is particularly ticklish. " At this time, my sister said, "Sister, don't get me wrong. It stopped itching just now. I just want you to warm up, and then it's really itchy. " Then he turned to me and said, "Second sister, do you think my sister's feet are itchy with socks or barefoot?" "socks, of course. Didn't you see how ticklish she was just now? " "You are wrong. Her bare feet are more ticklish. The soles of her feet are so slippery that she can't stand the slightest touch. " "I don't believe it. Wearing socks is ticklish. " "Bare feet itch!" "It's itchy to wear socks!" "No, she is the most ticklish barefoot." I said, "I can't argue with you. Let's try. " "Hum, just give it a try. The left foot belongs to you and the right foot belongs to me. " "Do you want to catch my feet? "My sister is already a lamb to be slaughtered. At this time, my sister has taken off her sister's white socks, revealing smooth little feet. " Ah, sister, you are worse. How can you expose me? . . Ah. . Ha ha. . . . Sister, no. Don't. . . . . I feel horrible. . . . You don't know. . . . Me and you. . It's nice to be with you. . . . . . . How did you ... How do I pay? . Ha ha. . . Don't. . . Hee hee. . Ha ha ha ha. . No. . . . I can't. . . How could I? . . . . Ah. . . Don't. . . . "My sister scratched her right foot with her fingers. My sister twisted her foot even more. It seems that barefoot is really ticklish, but I am just warming up my sister. I really scratched her white socks this time. I won't lose to my sister. I hold my sister's left toe with my right hand and pull it back. Plus the belt on her ankle, I can't move my whole foot at all. The fourth finger of my left hand touched my sister's arch and scratched his arch a little hard, which was much stronger than before and spread from my arch to my sister's brain. " Don't. . . . . You can't. . . . . Ah, ah, ah . No, no, no. . Please. Come on, hahaha. . . . Accept. . I can't take it anymore. . . . Stop. "My sister shook her body so hard that she almost overturned the bed. Fortunately, there was a cupboard around the bed, and my hand almost couldn't catch her toes. It turns out that my sister's arch is so sensitive, I still hold his toes tightly without pity and continue to torture with my left hand. Under my strong attack, my sister's left foot struggled harder than her right foot. My sister thinks that my itching is more effective. Of course, she refused to give up and learned to sew the toes of her four-fingered sister like me. She scraped her nails back and forth on her sister's instep with her other hand, and the soles of her feet were strongly bent, which made her feel slight pain, but the fingers between her toes prevented her from doing so, and the soles of her feet were completely exposed under her fingers. At this time, her sister is really ineffective every day, and her lovely little feet have become a fatal weakness under the attack of my sister and me. Every scratch almost drives her crazy, and now there is only one feeling in her mind, that is. . . . . . . . "Ha ha ha. . . No, no. . . . Ha ha. . . . . . . Don't. . . Hee hee. . Can't stand it. . Ah. . . Don't. . . . . No . . . . . . . Ah, ah, ah . . . . "Charming smiles and screams didn't win her sympathy, just called for a stronger attack. At this time, my sister suddenly stopped and said, "What about Second Sister? Are you still ticklish barefoot?" I stopped and said, "well, you've been with your sister for so long, and you've known it for a long time." You are cheating. " "Well, well, let's think about what we can do to make my sister more comfortable. "My sister thought for a moment and said," Ah. ~ I'll use this when I remember. " "Why?" "You will know soon, just wait and see ~" "No! . What else do you want? " Sister shouted in horror. My sister ran to the toilet and came back later, with a cup for brushing her teeth and two toothbrushes in her hand. I immediately understood that it was like this. When my sister 18 years old, I said, "Look what I did. Dip a little water in the soles of her feet first, and then soak the toothbrush in the cup until it becomes soft. ".。 . . 。" "Ah ah. . . . Don't. . . I can't. . . hahaha. . . . Mm-hmm. . . Never. . . You can't. . . . . . "Sister has carefully brushed her delicate feet with a toothbrush. My sister twisted her foot like an electric shock, but she couldn't escape her brush attack. Strong has brought her close to the edge of madness. "What are you still doing? Like me, make my sister more comfortable. " My sister urged me, handed me the cup, grabbed my sister's restless toes with one hand and straightened her soles with the other. The brush of the other hand brushed her toe on her heel, and my sister screamed loudly. I took off my sister's lovely white socks, imitated my sister's appearance, soaked the toothbrush soft, and then painted water on the soles of her feet (which wasted me a lot of effort. My sister's feet twisted desperately under her itching, and the brushed foot was gripped by my sister, so I vented it on the other foot. But I was tied up after all, so I poured water on it. Because my movements are small compared with my sister's, my sister can hardly feel what I am doing. I only felt an irresistible sharp itch on one foot in my head, and my brush brushed the soles of her feet hard. The itching of both feet caused the effect of 1+ 1=3. At this time, my sister's mind was blank. "Ah ah. . . . . . hahaha. . No. Hee hee. Don't. Ah, ah, ah . . Accept. . Accept. . Accept. . I can't take it anymore. . . . Ha ha. Hee hee hee hee. . . . Please. . . . . . No, no, no. Ah, ah, ha ha. . . Don't brush my toes. . . . "Sister laugh tears are left out. "Ding Lingling ~" "Who the hell called at such a good time?" I walked over to pick it up while mumbling, but my sister didn't seem to stop at all, so I closed the door first so that no one in the room could hear her laughter. "Hello, who are you looking for?" "Oh, it's you. I am your uncle. Is your sister there? " "Yes, what is it?" "You tell her to go home at once. We are going out to visit relatives. " "Oh, ok, goodbye, uncle." I went back to my sister's room, and she was already out of breath. My sister said "I know" and left. Just me and my sister. "Sister, is it very comfortable?" I asked her with a smile. "I ... My instep is your most ticklish, you just. . . I was half dead, and then ... . Fortunately, my sister is gone. " My sister gasped. "Just because she left doesn't mean I won't scratch your ankle ~" I said in a tone that I knew I was up to no good. "With my sister gone, I'm the only one left to appreciate your ankle ~" "No, stop scratching, I really can't stand it." "Yes. But I still have to scratch, and ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… "What? . What is this? "When my sister heard that she could not scratch her feet, she immediately asked, because she was exhausted after scratching her feet for nearly 30 minutes, and she still woke up in a dream, and now she is more sleepy. I just took this opportunity to ask her little secret. " You didn't look very scared when my sister brought her toothbrush just now. It seems that toothbrush is not your biggest fear. What do you tell your arch most afraid of? "I said, touching the soles of her feet with my fingers. Although it is not very itchy, her feet move lightly enough to keep her awake and not wake her too much. "Come on, say it, it will make you feel better, otherwise ................................................................................................ was excited, and I only told the deepest secret in my heart:" Water … water …… "My hand slowed down, gently and slowly stroking the soles of her feet, giving her a tingling feeling and making her feel comfortable, and then I asked" Water? How does the water scratch your feet? " "Hum ... hmm ... I'm so sleepy ..." "Do you want me to do it again?" I put pressure on the soles of her feet again, but she was about to tell the secret, so I didn't exert any special force, just a little harder than before. "Oh, no ... don't do this ... OK ... Be gentle ..." "Come on, then you can go to bed." My hand is still moving, holding her ankle to keep him in a hazy state. "Shower ... um ... shower ... um ... so ... so comfortable." I probably understood what she meant, but it was better to listen in detail, so I asked, "Be specific." "I ... the last time I took a shower, I wanted to wash the soap off my feet. I heard the secret in ............................................................................................................................................., so I have to prepare. Bathing in my sister's room is definitely not acceptable. I will untie the rope and belt from my sister's wrist and help her to a chair with a backrest, or wrap a towel first as before. Then I fixed my sister's hand on the armrest of the chair with a belt, but this time it would be very hard, so I tied it tightly. Then my sister and I lifted the chair together (fortunately, my sister is in good shape, so it is not heavy), and then I carefully put it in the bathroom, brought a stool about the height of the chair, connected the stool with the chair and fixed it with a rope. Finally, I tied my sister's ankles together with a belt and tied them tightly to one end of the bench. Everything is ready. I went. After waiting for 5 minutes, the water temperature is almost 30 degrees, which is close to the body temperature at this time, and the effect should be the best. I moved a small bench, so that my sister's arch is facing my chest. As soon as I look down, I can see her lovely arch. Of course, I can't sleep with a rope. At this time, my sister almost woke up. I walked up to my sister and sat on the bench and looked at her. She opened her eyes and saw me. She was surprised and asked, "Why am I here? Where is this? " I said, "Don't you know where there is at home? "My sister looked around and immediately knew what this place was. At the same time, her heart cooled by half. When she saw me with a shower nozzle in my hand, next to her ankles, she suddenly understood, "You ... you shouldn't use that ..." "I'm arch at you, congratulations on your correct answer. "I'll do the rest for her." No ... you can't, don't ... "It's too late. I pointed the shower nozzle at the soles of her feet and turned the switch with my left hand. " I said no, did you hear me? No "I ignored her plea and slowly turned on the switch. One circle, two circles, dozens of thin water columns gushed out, pointing to the soles of her feet, and her feet were tied together side by side. A nozzle is enough to attack the soles of her feet in all directions, just like touching the soles of his feet with dozens of fingers. "No, you can't ... ahahahaha ... no ..." My sister pleaded. " Hey, your feet are comfortable. I'll turn it up. "I increased the amount of water and turned it into a three-column mode, turning all-round attacks into key attacks." No ... turn off ... turn off the water. "My sister's two feet are completely out of her control, because they can only swing up and down when tied together, but the water pole is still straight at her foot." No ... no ... please ... ""Sister, why can't you stand this? I must wash your feet at the same time. ""no, no ... let's go ... scratch my sister's arch ... she's more afraid of ... feedback ... can you use this trick on her? "In fact, I have long wanted to scratch my sister's feet, but she seldom comes to grandpa's house and has no chance. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Of course, you can't miss it, but you don't want to give up your sister's ankle like this, so you deliberately delay the time. By the way, ask something useful and say, "By the way, sister ... you said that your sister is ticklish, and she knows your weakness, which means that you have played scratching your ankle before? Answer me honestly. " "Yes ... hahaha ... first ... at the beginning ..." "Don't worry, I'll ask you some more questions. Has she brushed your arch with a toothbrush before? " "Yes ... once ... hee hee ... no ... don't worry ..." "Then why is she most afraid of scratching?" "Wait ... wait for me ... I'll tell you ... you turn it off first ... haha ... turn off the water first." "All right. I walked to the shower room, and my sister couldn't wait to say, "Turn it off quickly ..." (The water was turned off in the shower room, not in the shower room, and my sister was overwhelmed by the feeling coming from the soles of her feet, so she didn't find it). But I didn't turn on the water, so I took my toothbrush and turned around and approached the stool where she put her feet. My sister stared at the toothbrush in her outer hand with wide eyes and leaned back as if the toothbrush were going to eat her, but it was all in vain. I did it, grabbed his right toe with my left hand, and let the water stick directly to her soles. By this time, my elder sister was approaching the limit, and kept begging me, "Don't … Don't do this … Whatever … Hahahaha … Don't … Don't …" Tell me the terms? "I put the bristles of my toothbrush at the foot of my sister's foot, and the water flowing out of the nozzle has wet the bristles." Then tell me. "I began to brush her arch up and down with a toothbrush. The water spray and toothbrush have made my sister unbearable and miss her feet desperately. Several times, I almost couldn't catch her toes, but I brushed her soles with a toothbrush 10 times. At this time, my sister has no room to talk. "Ha ha ha ... ha ha ... ah ha ha ..." I stopped to turn off the water spray, but my toothbrush still touched my sister's foot and said, "Are you willing to talk now?