Daily Quickie #44: Don't Get Caught

"Tony! Get up!"

The fourteen-year-old groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore his eight-year-old brother. Samuel was a cute kid, and Tony loved him unconditionally. But he had quite a way of getting under his brother's skin.

Samuel climbed up on the large bed, dressed only in his jeans, and began to push at Tony's prone body. "C'mon, Tony! I wanna play the game!" he whined.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Samuel, what time is it?" "Ummm, ten-thirty!" Samuel chirped back. Tony sighed, and sat up, pulling Samuel onto his lap. "Alright then. We'll play the game."

The game they were referring to proceeded thusly: Samuel would go hide somewhere in the house. If Samuel somehow managed to evade his brother for an hour, Tony would buy him a treat of his choosing. But if the little boy was found, something rather different would happen.

If Tony found Samuel, as he almost always did, Samuel would be tied up and tickled for ten minutes, shirtless and barefoot. At the end of the tickle session, Tony would untie his little brother and cuddle with him for a while. Samuel tended to fall asleep by the end of it, letting Tony have some peace and quiet for a while.

"OK, Samuel. I'm going to count to one hundred. Then I'll find you and tickle you crazy." Samuel giggled and scampered out of the room.

One hundred seconds later, Tony exited his room. He smiled to himself. No matter how hard the kid tried, he was terrible at hiding. A nice, long tickle session was in his future.

"Sammy." Tony called softly. "Come out, come out wherever you are." He spent the next twenty minutes slowly combing all of the top floor, but to no avail.

Samuel grinned to himself. He was hiding out in his parents' closet, under a giant pile of clothes. He hadn't heard Tony's footsteps in quite a while, and thought that today may finally be the day he won that treat.

But then, he heard his brother's feet padding across the floor. He held his breath, hoping he wouldn't check under the clothes. It sounded like the footsteps were fading and Samuel smiled triumphantly.

And light flooded into his eyes. Samuel blinked, and saw Tony's triumphantly smiling face. "Gotcha now, Sammy. It's tickle time."

***
Within a couple of minutes, Tony had grabbed some leather cuffs from his dresser drawer, and stretched his little brother out on his bed. "OK, Samuel. I'm going to tickle you for ten minutes. Can you handle it?" Samuel nodded. "Bring it on!"

"Gladly." Tony responded. He set his hands down on Samuel's bare soles, and the little seven-year-old curled his toes down hard, trying to defend his soles from the tickles. It wasn't very effective, and giggles began to emit from his grinning mouth.

"That's what I like to hear." Tony said to his helpless brother. "I think about five minutes on your feet should do. What do you think?" Samuel shook his head. "Well, that's unfortunate." Tony said. "You're going to have to deal with it."

Samuel's feet eventually got tired, and the muscles relaxed. Tony took the incentive and went for the toes. Samuel squealed, and began to thrash against his bonds. "There it is!" he teased his hysterical brother.

Tony did spend the next five minutes tickling Samuel's defenseless bare feet pink. "OK, Samuel. Let's move on to the top." Tony didn't hold back at all, diving his index finger into his brother's bellybutton and squeezing his ribs with the other hand.

Samuel was immediately screaming with laughter. His ribs were the second-most ticklish spot on his body, and Tony knew just how to exploit it. Light squeezing drove him up the wall, but he loved it.

Tony's hands were now spidering all over Samuel's tummy, bringing him back down to moderate giggles. "This is a warm-up, Sammy. We're going for those armpits next." "Nohohooo! Nahahaht under my ahahahaharms!" Samuel cried.

"You know it's coming, Samuel. And here we go!" Tony drove his fingers deep into Samuel's armpits, wiggling around. His armpits were his first-most ticklish spot, and deep tickles would tend to drive his sanity clear away. This was exemplified by his panicked thrashing and incoherent yelps.

Two minutes of armpit tickles later, Tony lifted his fingers away from Samuel's armpits. The little boy just lay there, trying to regain his senses. Tony smiled at him, and pulled the leather manacles off of his wrists and ankles.

Samuel climbed onto his brother's lap, and hugged him as tight as he could manage. "That was fun." he whispered. Tony returned the hug, and stroked his hair until he fell asleep.

END