Loser

“3,2,1 GO!” Misaki shouts.

“I’m not ready!” Merry exclaims into her friend's boobs.

You don’t listen to your daughter's complaints and dive for her cute armpits. They are sweaty from the strenuous laughter she’s already endured. They feel a bit like a vagina as Merry squeezes her arms to defend herself. Still, you have no problem wriggling into her sensitive spot with the sweaty lubrication.

Tiffany has no issue attacking her sister’s defenseless feet. You feel Merry buck and shout in laughter as one daughter attacks the other. Your fingers also add to the corrus as you wiggle them.

“Ka haha, I sai- hahaha, wait! Hehe haaaa,” Merry says while enduring the ****.

You can see Merry’s erect nipples poking against the light fabric of her nightgown. You squeeze the two mounds between your thighs to increase your daughter’s arousal. Every so often, you pull away from her armpits and trace her arms, causing Merry to lift them away. This allows you to get an open attack on her armpits again.

Your pussy drips with excitement as you grind into your daughter’s spasms. The melodious song of a young woman's laughter fills you with anticipation. You remember that there are other locations to strike you, tickle Merry’s neck. Merry jerks her chin down to defend, sending vibrations through Misaki’s breasts.

It only takes about two minutes for Merry to start to crack. “No, hahahah, I’m going, hehehaha, pee.”

Misaki says, “Are you giving up?”

“I give up! I give up!” Merry concedes.

“Alright,” you say, patting your daughter’s shoulder supportively. “You did your best.”

“2 50,” Misaki states.

“Fine, I lost. Just let me go to the bathroom!” Merry begs.

For you, this is an interesting position. This is usually Olivia’s role. You look over at her and see in her eyes that part of her wishes the roles were reversed. But this is Merry’s fun, so she’ll have to wait.

“Honey, you need to strip so we can do the punishment,” you say, standing up.

“What! After I go. Please,” Merry whines.

“No, we already said not till the game is over, and punishment is part of the game. You added it yourself,” you state firmly.

“I told you so,” Tiffany adds in a sisterly mocking way.

“I’m going to pee myself,” Merry reiterates.

“Olivia, in the closet, there are some feathers for arts and crafts from when they were younger. Go grab them for me,” you say to your sister.

“Ok,” Olivia responds, going to do her job.

Merry gets to her feet in hopes of escaping. You bend down and lift her nightgown before she can say anything. “I’ll help,” you encourage.

“Seriously?” Merry complains, but with her underwear exposed, she concedes and pulls the nightgown overhead. Her breasts spring free, whacking you in the face. You touch your nose, but thankfully, it’s okay even though it hurts.

Merry removes her wet panties and places them on the coffee table with her nightgown. Olivia returns and says, “I found two feather dusters and a box with feathers.”

Looking over the weapons, you select a long thin, and flexible feather. You hand one of the dusters to Misaki and the other to your sister. “Jessica, you’re with me. We’ll place her legs over our shoulders. Tiffany, you attack her exposed back. Misaki, Olivia, I’m sure you know what to do.”

Misaki returns to her spot, and Merry reluctantly rests her head on her lap again. Jessica lifts Merry by her legs, causing her to yelp in surprise. With her upper legs resting on both your shoulders, Merry can’t close her legs, and her back is lifted off the couch.

You and Jessica are sitting with your legs straight down the couch. You are in front of your niece, looking forward to getting the dirtiest. “Please sit a timer for five minutes,” you tell Misaki. She complies and holds it up. You nod, and without warning, you all strike.

The two dusters cover her breast, spinning and brushing her ample D cups. Merry instinctively tries to escape by loosening her legs on your shoulder, but she is rejected as a large flower traces her spine, causing her body to shiver and lock up. Tiffany’s other hand sends a feather along Merry’s sides.

“HAHAHAHA, GAH, NOOOO! Hehehahaheheh,” Merry cracks her hips sway suggestively in front of you, and her lower lips open and close excitedly.

Jessica runs her feathers along the inside of Merry’s thighs. Merry tries to close her exposed legs, but your necks block her, locking her into her position. You lick your lips as you prepare to attack.

You draw your long white feather around your daughter’s wet petals. “Uhgg ga hahaha,” Merry Squeels. You take your free hand and pull open Merry’s lips. There, you insert the feather. It hits her hymen and bends down. Once your feather looks like a J, you shift it around her most sensitive place.

“Not gasp there! Hahaha, Mom! It’s hehe too much,” Merry squeals.

You focus near the top of her vagina, letting the feather’s barbs tickle her urethra. Merry shudders, and you can see her start to leak. You coo, “Be a good girl and pee for mom.”

You get some strange looks, but Merry can’t stop herself, and she releases, splashing you in the face. “Hehehe, haha, uhg, hahah,” Merry’s laughing fit and her pussy contracting cause the piss to spray out in chaotic bursts.

You all continue your tickling even as she pees, not allowing your daughter time to breathe. You lick and swallow as much of your daughter’s liquid as possible. Once she finishes peeing, you take your feather and spin it around inside her. Tickling everything that’s exposed.

She has three minor orgasms, but they don’t seem to be enough as Merry’s hips buck, trying to touch something substantial. As the timer beeps, you let Merry collapse and catch her breath.

“Please, please,” you hear her huff.