Sibling Bonding (F/M) (Patreon)

A gentle brushing against Garret’s foot stirred him awake. He was still in his clothes for the day, a comfortable pair of shorts and a Batman tee shirt. His head swam a little while he woke to a light, scratching sensation against the bottom of his foot. Delicate giggles escaped his lips. He squirmed against his bed, nearly rolling over onto an idle Nintendo Switch sitting beside him. He must have fallen asleep while playing. But his attention was elsewhere. He woke to a delicate tickling teasing his bare foot, laying down by where his older sister sat. He looked to her as he giggled.

“Heheeheehey,” Garret said, sitting up and brushing his hair out of his face.

“Wakey wakey,” Ariah said back to him. She had a mature look to her while still conducting herself with a youthful tendency toward mischief and trouble. Black hair hung down the back of her shoulders in waves. Her eyes sparkled as she looked back at him.

“Wh-heeheeheee-whahahat are you doing?” Garret asked. Ariah shrugged. She looked casually down to Garret’s bare feet, still within her reach.

“Why not?” Ariah asked. “Found these bare feet here and I know how ticklish they are, so…” She followed her assessment with more light, fluttery nail scratches against his soles. Garret continued to giggle. His feet twitched, his toes curling, but did little to actively pull away from her hand. She noticed and shot the boy a little smirk as she tickled.

“Eeeehheeeheheh soooo ticklish!” Garret remarked, his face starting to glow red. Ariah’s nails flicked against the supple lengths of his warm, blushing soles.

“I know,” Ariah said. “And I know how much you like it, no matter how much you wanna pretend that you don’t.” She snaked a single nail around the ball of Garret’s right foot. The boy squealed and clenched more, fighting the urge to pull away. “But I was thinking… mom and dad are out of the house for the weekend, and naturally they put me in charge.”

“Yeeehehehehahah?” Garret giggled. The boy yelped with delicate laughs fluttering from his lips like a butterfly in a breeze. Ariah’s nails continued to revel in the softness and warmth of her brother’s bare soles.

“So I was thinking of maybe having my baby brother all tied up for a bit, maybe tickle him all over? Ariah suggested. Her eyes, deep and playfully dark, met his. She grinned and flipped her hair back. “What do you say?” Garret blinked. Another surge of elation came over him at the very idea. He briefly considered it to be a tease, a trap to get him to admit to something that he would otherwise keep secret, but the bait was far too alluring not to try.

“Yeeehhehahah!” he said, still giggling through the passive, lazy tickles that still worked well against the overwhelming sensitivity of his feet. Ariah smiled. She pulled her hand back. Garret withdrew his feet and immediately shot up from his bed, fully energized. He huffed a bit, his face still light red. “I… uh… I actually have been keeping something… well, actually collecting something, that may help.” Before Garret could elaborate, reached under the bed and pulled out a green and brown duffel bag. He threw it on the bed and unzipped the top. He paused before turning back to his sister timidly. “You’re, um, serious about this?”

“Of course!” Ariah said. “You are too, right?”

“Oh yeah!” Garret said, his expression beaming with glee. He reached into the duffel bag and pulled out several strands of rope, old dock line taken from the garage.

“Are those dad’s?” Ariah asked. Garret shrugged.

“He sold the boat, what’s he going to use it for?” Garret said, trying to explain himself. Ariah merely smirked and cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re really serious about this, aren't you?” Ariah said. “I had no idea. Been thinking about being all tied up and helplessly tickled? Is that it?” Garret blushed, pulling out the rest of the rope.

“That… er, I mean…” Garret stammered. Ariah giggled. She stroked her hair and smirked.

“That’s so cute,” she said. “For what it’s worth, I think a lot about that kind of stuff too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, but on the giving side,” said Ariah. “And I think I want to see you all tied up for me to tickle.”

“Great, that’s the idea!” Garret said. He laid out his collection of ropes, all neatly coiled. Garret paused again. “You’re really sure about this?”

“Are you?” Ariah insisted. “I’m a very good tickler. Good and evil.”

“Yeah, right,” Garret said, hopefully.

“You don’t believe me?” Ariah responded, standing and crossing her arms. “I’ve just been holding back on you this whole time. Had to make sure you wouldn’t, like, absolutely hate it or pass out or anything. I promise, I can be ruthless.”

“Yeah, well, I can take whatever you got, no matter how ticklish I am,” Garret said, his cheeks glowing red and budding above two boyish dimples.

“Good, I hope so,” Ariah said. “Cause all those times that you’ve annoyed the crap out of me… it’s payback time.” A giggle slipped through Garret’s cheeks. His heart raced, his forehead starting to bead. He huffed a heavy breath. His eyes stayed more wide than usual. He bit his lip and turned back to the ropes.

“Okay then, how do you want to do this?” he asked.

“Take off your shirt,” said Ariah. Garret looked back at her to gauge her expression. “What?”

“O-oh, n-nothing, it’s just…”

“I’m serious,” Ariah said. “Don’t be shy, it’s just us.” Garret was less ‘shy’ and more worried that he would wake up from a dream at any point, especially before the scene would finally get good. He took no chances, quickly pulling off his shirt and standing before his sister, his bare midsection on display without protection. Ariah chuckled. “Cool. You’re still in though, right?”

“Oh yeah!” Garret said. He cared less and less by the moment about hiding his enthusiasm.

“Great, now get on the bed,” Ariah said.

“Okay, any… way?” Garret asked. Ariah walked up to the ropes and took each coil in her hands.

“Just get on anyway you’d like and I’ll take it from there,” she said warmly. Garret shrugged. Excitedly, he hopped onto the bed and laid himself out face up. He stretched his arms up and out toward the top corners of the bed. His feet, he kept together, nuzzling against one another at the bottom. Ariah uncoiled the ropes and assessed.

“You know what you’re doing?” Garret asked. Ariah paused.

“I’ll… figure it out,” she said. She went up to the top of the bed, taking one coil to one of her brother’s wrists. Steadily, she wrapped the soft rope around the bedpost, binding the boy’s arm against it. She paused immediately after tightening the knot, looking her brother in the eye. “G, are you absolutely sure about this? I’m not going to hold back.” Garret wiggled his arm a little, getting a better feel for how bound it really was.

“It’s cool,” Garret said, smiling back at her. “Like, I’m probably going to scream and beg a lot, but seriously, don’t let that stop you. Seriously tickle me non-stop, until I can’t take it anymore. And then still don’t stop. It’s… kind of been like a dream of mine.” The siblings shared a look of delighted camaraderie. Ariah breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well, that makes two of us,” she said. She hurried in tying the other rope around Garret’s other wrist. She made sure that the knot was as tight as she could make it before hopping down and stopping at the boy’s feet. Garret watched as another strand of rope made its way around both of his ankles at once. Ariah tightened both of his feet together, until there was little room left to even wiggle, let alone break free from the bind. She tugged at the knot before wrapping more of that strand to the bottom of the boy’s bed. When she was finished, Garret squirmed slightly in place. He judged just how helpless he was by how little he could move in position. He had always pictured what it would be like to be in such a compromising situation and just the binding alone shook his very expectations more than he could have imagined. His heart raced. His palms began to sweat. He breathed heavier still, the room already feeling warmer and more musky. “Well? How’s that?”

“It’s… very good,” Garret said, almost nervously. “I really can’t move at all.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it?” Ariah said with a little giggle. Garret chuckled.

“I guess so,” he said. Ariah flipped her hair out of her face, electing to stay down at the bottom of the bed.

“Well, you did say that I should tickle you non-stop, right?” Ariah asked. “No mercy?” Her eyes fell to the boy’s bare feet. Garret swallowed, his mouth starting to go dry from how many heavy breathes came in and out.

“Y-yes,” Garret said, already smiling. “Yes please. Please tickle me.”

“Oh my, how polite,” said Ariah. “How can I turn down an invitation like that?” With that, Ariah’s hand met Garret’s sole with an instant flurry of scratches. Her fingers pushed nearly to their limits immediately, riddling Garret’s blushing sole with an assault of maddening, clawing scrapes. Garret’s body shot into contraction. His arms and legs pulled at the ropes as his back arched and a loud, shrill squeal escaped from his mouth.

“Eeeeeekkkhhheehhahahahahahahahaaa!! Oh gaaahahahahaaa!!” Garret laughed. The tickles flew through his senses, tingling through every nerve of his foot. There was little comprehension that the tickles, already worse than anything he had ever felt before, could get worse. His mind simply had no frame of reference to understand what it was he had wanted for so long.  Steadily, however, his sister introduced him to that very dream world.

“Heh heh, tickle, tickle, tickle…” Ariah teased while giggling. The tickles brought on by the single hand were still relatively lazy compared to what she had in mind. Her finger scraped across the boy’s sole, up and down and switching from one foot to the other. They lapped at the silky surface of his soles, overly sensitive in their pristine condition. Her nails ravished the delicate skin, skittering wildly from his heel to the base of his toes, traveling all over the arches in between. She sat and listened to his laughter. She savored the boy’s hysterical reactions to the least tickles to which she was willing to commit. She grinned and chuckled while watching Garret squirm side to side in his binds.

“Gaaaaaaahhahahahahahahaha!!! Neeeehhhhehehhahahahahahahaaa!!” the boy cried out. Never before had she seen Garret in such a state. Many pictures and ideas of how he would ever react to such tickling had occurred in the diary of her mind growing up with him, but the real image proved to be far more satisfying than she ever hoped for. His bare body twisted against the bed. He howled and screamed, his head thrown back. His arms strained while they pulled at the ropes, his bare chest rising and falling in rapid, rhythmless patterns. His feet squirmed against her fingers. They alternated trying to protect one another, instinctually defensive.

“Aww, is my baby brother ‘tickwish’,” Ariah teased. She grinned wide and turned back to his feet. When she grew even slightly bored of her current position, Ariah rose from the bed without taking her scribbling fingers away from her brother’s sole. She knelt down at the base of the bed, facing both of Garret’s feet. She raised both hands and plunged both sets of scribbling fingers onto his soles, one per foot to keep them fully preoccupied with tickles. A new wave of tickles exploded through Garret, one unlike anything he had ever felt or pictured before.

“NAAAAAAHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!” Garret’s screaming laughter filled the room. The tickles surged through his feet in steady, unending streams. He was plunged into pure hysteria, a state in which he could feel or register little else beyond the tickles. The tickles that stormed through his soles like a tempest were all that he knew in the moment, and Ariah was determined to keep it that way. Her nails scratched all over Garret’s supple soles. They skittered all over the arches and twirled across the heels. They left no spot without a thorough ticklish torment. She positioned herself comfortably, making sure her hands kept up with Garret’s feet’s strained flailing.

“No getting away, baby bro,” Ariah said. “You’re all mine.” Her nails rose and began to plunge into the dips between his toes. Garret squealed. His hands gave his binds another hard tug as more shrieking laughs poured from his lips.

“AAAAAAHHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAA!!! NAHAHAHAHAT MY TOESSSSAAHAHAHA!!” Garret pleaded. Ariah chuckled. Even if she had not been convinced of his lack of sincerity, she knew she would keep going anyway. She drank in his intoxicating laughter as her nails scratched away beneath the boy’s digits. She worked her fingers in between each humid pocket, scratching away at the slick, delicate webbing. Garret squealed. He bucked against the bed, each little scratch at his toes sending bursts of tickles streaming through his body.

“Oh, how I’ve waited to really get at these ticklish little toes,” Ariah said. She giggled and lingered in the spot. Her scribbling quickened and compounded, gnawing away at the boy’s mental and physical fortitude. His feet grew warmer, slicker, and more receptive to the tickles. She scratched frantically all over both soles and toes until both of his feet were left tingling and brimming with stimulation.

“FAAAAAHHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!!! ARI-AAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!” Garret screamed. Ariah watched Garret squirm from where she knelt, both him and his feet moving in hysterical desperation. Thanks to the binds, however, Garret remained firmly in place and thoroughly defenseless to all the tickles that she had to give. Ariah stayed down at his feet for as long as she cared, offering little consideration to Garret’s state of being. When she finally pulled her hands away from his feet, she quickly stood and rushed to his side.

“No time for a break, little bro,” Ariah said. Garret was able to suck down about two full breaths in total uninterrupted by laughter before it all came rushing back. Ariah knelt on the bed beside him. She hurriedly drove her gnawing, scribbling fingers down against his belly. Her nails sunk in and scratched against the bare, plush midsection, dancing along to the shrieking tune that Garret sang for her.

“NO WAI-AAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!” Garret’s voice burst once more. He threw his head back, his arms and legs still pulling at the ropes. The tickles of his midsection bloomed outward, harboring a thrilling sense of perpetuity. Ariah giggled at his reactions. From where she knelt, she could observe it all so well. The blushing of his skin, especially in his cheeks. How his face glistened with tears and his body shined with a thin layer of sweat. How his stomach danced and squirmed to the endless fleets of laughter forced out of him. He squealed with delighted instability, a complete surrender to the control that his sister and her tickles had over him.

“Awww, so cute,” Ariah said. “I may just leave you like this all weekend long, maybe invite some friends over for a turn or two.” Her nails drove into his stomach. They moved all over, circling the perimeter. They eased toward and away his navel from all directions, flying into flurries of feathery scribbles that pelted Garret’s senses from the inside. The boy could only wiggle and laugh. No movements he made were his in his state, only commanded by the tickles orchestrated by his sister. Every laugh, every flinch, every word pleading through screams and shouts. It was all flight or fight responses from the tickles, exactly as he had pictured it.

“STAAAAAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHP!!! PLEEEAAHAHHAHASSEE!!!” Garret pleaded. Ariah shook her head. She knew better and was having far too much fun to stop it all then.

“No way, G,” Ariah said. “You agreed to this and now you’re mine. Coochie coochie coo!” Ariah’s nails skittered all over the surface of his stomach. Garret always knew that he was ticklish on his belly, that he was ticklish all over, but he never knew to what extreme. There, as he laid bucking and twisting and tearing through manic laughter, he learned more about himself than he had in a long time. Ariah was not done pushing him with curious and sadistic exploration, however, as she managed to slip a finger into Garret’s navel. It scratched away at the delicate inner wall, keeping up with his belly’s endless squirming.

“NAAAAAAAAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! STAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!” Garret’s voice peaked. The new surge of tickles scratching away at the inside of his belly button exploded through his senses. For being such slight application, the tickles tore through his body and erupted from his throat in deep cries of laughter. Her other hand continued to scurry around his quivering stomach while the opposite index finger plunged and explored and scribbled all through his navel. Ariah laughed. She continued to taunt the boy while reducing him to a trembling, bellowing mass of cresting nerves.

“Heehee, such a ticklish boy, and you’re all mine,” Ariah teased. “No one is coming to save you.” She reached into her darkest, most buried reserve of phrases that she had always wanted to recite in such a situation. Watching her brother buck and scream with maddening tickles, especially under a circumstance with as few negative strings attached, was exhilarating. She bit her lip and dug into the boy’s shivering stomach. Her fingers cast ticklish sensations through his body that exploded like fireworks. Her hands gnawed at the area, making sure to fully explore the boy’s navel as she did his entire stomach.

“STAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAP!!! GAAAHHHAaahahaha….ahahahaaHAHHAHAHHAHAHAAAAA!!!!” Garret’s laughter quickly became strained and groaning through gasps for air. She took the time to relieve him, if only for a second, while she changed positions yet again.

“I’m still not done with you, my little tickle toy,” Ariah said. She smirked, giving Garret only a moment to grab a briefly relieving gasp for air, before she launched into a new tickle attack. Ariah giggled, lunging up the boy’s body and scribbling her nails into his soft, exposed pits.

“NO! NAAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAT THERE!!!!” Garret laughed. “NO PLEHEHEHHAHAHHASE!!! AHAHAHAHNYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!” Garret shook his head. Sweat clung to his skin, dripping down his neck. Tears trickled across his cheeks. His chest heaved more and more as he fought to catch his breath. None of it imposed even the slightest consideration of mercy when it came to Ariah’s tickling rush. It all fueled her fingers more and more, her nails soaring into scribbling fits that feasted on his most sensitive nerves.

“Oh no?” Ariah asked loudly for him to hear. “Oh, but I think I’m going to stay here the longest now, since you said that.” Her fingers pressed into Garret’s shaking pits. The plush mounds stayed in place, fully exposed by Garret’s splayed arms fighting to come back down. No matter how hard Garret’s body pulled, his ticklish pits remained fully accessible. Ariah took all the advantage of the situation. She left no spot in either pit free from her clawing scribbles. Every swipe rocketed tickles from both sides of Garret’s body, emphasizing the ineluctable essence of his predicament, that he was, in fact, there to be tickled to her content.

“NAAAAAAAAHHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAAAAA!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!!” Garret continued to beg. His words were as reactionary as his motions, and just as much dictated by his own will. His speech pleaded through his laughter over and over again until they became intelligible babbling, reducing every noise that Garret made into the product of his own ticklish reception. He bucked and screamed and threw his head side to side. His arms and legs pulled hard. Nothing he said or did deterred his sister. She just kept on scribbling, giving his situation as little care as she had made clear beforehand.

“You can beg and beg all you want, I’m never going to stop,” Ariah said. She held on steady, keeping up with the slightest of movement opportunities that Garret had been left with. His pits grew warm and slick, easy to hasten the tickles her nails could inflict. She stared down at the boy’s reddening face. He howled and squealed and screamed with laughter. His ticklish fit left his voice peaking and breaking. He began gasping more and more through his laughter, unable to keep up with his own ticklish fortitude. Garret bucked against the bed until exhaustion left his body unable to keep fighting. His limbs pulled at their ropes until they too subsided to fatigue.

“AAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAahahahaaaaa…..nnnneeeehhahahahahahAHAHAHHAHAAAAA!!!” Garret shrieked. The tickles kept coming, worse and worse as they compounded on one another. The constant exposure bore in the notion that it would never stop, that being bound and tickled would just become a trap from which there was no escape. Ariah shared in the idea, to some extent, reveling in tickling the boy as much as Garret did receiving it. Still, his constitution wavered as he continued to gasp, his head swimming while the room began to spin. Even still, Ariah continued.

“Coochie coochie coo… awww, who’s my ticklish little brother?” Ariah taunted. She drank in his expressions. She took note of his eyes, the energy remaining in his jerking reactions, the vitality left in his laughter, retaining all of the ferocity of the tickles while losing volume through prostration. Her nails pushed the boy further and further. Her fingers scribbled and scraped against every inch of his sensitive pits. They dipped into the spongier spots and gave the frail, thin areas maddeningly light, feathery skitters. Every little swipe of her nails chipped away more and more at his faculties. Garret squirmed against the bed. Sweat dripped down his body. Tears fell down his face. Regret and elation rained over him in waves of perfect cooperation. Ariah only tickled. She tickled and tickled only to the extent of her own want and energy.

“AAAHAHHAHHAHHAHAGGHHGGHHHHHHAhahahahaaaaaaa……eeeeekkkhhehehehhAHHAHAAAAAA!!!” Garret’s laughter stalled to gasp for air. He steadily lived out his dream, as Ariah lived out hers. He endured the tickles as best as he could while she embraced a true lack of restraint, able to push her ticklish little brother as much as she could. She laughed and taunted and enjoyed the ride with mutual understanding.

“Hehehe, kitchy kitchy koo!” Ariah rained taunts down on him like tickles for his mind. Her nails clawed and scratched and scribbled deep into Garret’s resilient armpits. They plunged into the soft reliefs, reaching every single sensitive nerve within over and over again.

“AAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAA!!! AHAHHAHAHahahaa…….nnnnneeeaaaahahahhAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!!!!” Garrett's patterns of laughter began to waver. His gasping became more pronounced, his groaning pleas for air grew louder and louder. Ariah remembered what the boy said, however, and knew that, with their parents away, there was nothing that could stop her from still indulging her own fantasies. She looked down at the boy, her nails scouring deep into his pits as his body trembled with the tickles that left his senses overstimulated and his mind going blank. She continued, letting her nails scurry faster and faster against the boy’s slick pits. Garret gave one more guttural fit of laughter before finally going quiet.

“G?” Ariah asked when Garret stopped responding. His body fell limp. His eyes closed. She pulled back. She held a finger up to the base of his nose. She waited until she felt a stunted series of puffs to make sure the boy was still breathing. Ariah hopped down off of the boy. She gazed back at him, watching the gentle rising and falling of his chest. She stayed with him, knowing that the fainting spell should only last a minute or two, but was prepared to take measures if it went on longer. She smiled a proud smile that she was able to make her brother pass out with just tickles alone anyway, imagining that he too would be just as grateful.

“Rest up, G,” Ariah said, staying by his side. “You’re in for a long weekend.”