Tickle game

Julie put the box of donuts on the honey, as if the war was over. Julie: Now it's time for "Aunt Julie's tickle game"

Something Smith hated, but Julie loved.

With a quick movement, Julie turned Smith onto his feet, so that his back was against Julie's chest, his legs dangling in the air. The fingers of her right hand settled on Smith's side like a cat's paw.

"Ready, little one?"

"Julie, no!"

But Julie didn't listen. She plunged her finger under Smith's armpit with lightning speed, a sharp, merciless tickle. Smith screamed, laughed, struggled, but the 80-pound Julie was like a moving mountain.

"Hahaha! Stop it! Hahaha!"

Julie laughed, moving her fingers to Smith's ribs, one by one, like playing a piano. "Here? Or here?" Each time her finger reached a sensitive spot, Smith laughed harder, his feet swinging in the air.

Then Julie lifted her feet, placed her toes on the soles of Smith's feet, and began to tickle the soles of his feet with her fingertips. "Little feet are always sensitive!"

Smith tried to pull his feet together, but Julie grabbed his ankle with one strong hand and tickled him below the knee with the other. "Nooooo! Julie! I'm dying!"

Julie leaned down, planting a loud kiss on Smith's neck, right in the middle of her laughter. "Good kids get stronger when they get tickled!"

Smith was panting, tears of laughter welling up in his eyes. Julie paused for a moment, placed her finger on Smith’s stomach, gently, threateningly. “Now if you promise to eat another donut, the tickling will stop.”

Smith said in a shaky voice, “I promise! Just… stop!”

Julie laughed, getting Smith to stand up again, picked up a large chocolate donut, and stuffed a large piece into Smith’s mouth. “Okay, now for the reward tickling!”

And she started again; more slowly this time, running her finger along Smith’s waist, like a wave on the ocean. Smith laughed, but this time he struggled less. Julie put her feet under Smith’s legs, slipped her toes between his, and gave Smith a soft tickling of the feet.

“Julie… you’re crazy…” Smith breathed out, but his smile showed that he was getting used to it a little, just a little.

Julie planted one last kiss on Smith’s ear. “You’re crazy, little one. Now sit here, eat your donut, or I’ll plan the next tickle!”

Smith just sighed, his face full of powdered sugar, chocolate, and laughter.

Julie’s legs were still under his, warm, strong, and ready for the next tickle.