In the lair of the Evans

In The Lair of the Evans Sisters (F/F, FF/M, F/FF, FF/M, FFFF/M)

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In the Lair of the Evans Sisters

Adam was asleep in the backseat. He’d never had much luck getting anything done in a car. His mother was fond of telling the story about how she’d get him to settle down when he was a baby. Adam had been told he was a difficult child. According to her father he’d cry and wail all night. her parents would be lucky if they could even shut their eyes blink, much less rest. It was just a few weeks shy of her first birthday that Adam’s mother cracked the code. You see, whenever Adam took a ride in a car, she couldn’t help but fall fast asleep. Long drives were never all that long for him. Reliably, after about two hours in a moving car he’d elect to “rest her eyes.” The next thing she knew it he’d be jostled awake and asked to help with the bags.

Naturally this also meant he could never catch a wink on planes.

He’d lasted longer than usual this time as she was eager to make conversation with Jodi and Kris Evans, his hosts for the weekend. They’d been freshman year dorm mates, introduced at orientation. Twin sisters from Cincinnati, Jodi and Kris had been roommates that first year. It seemed a safe bet when compared with the prospect of living with an unknown rando. They were not identical twins, but there was no questioning their relation. They favored their mother, both blonde with hazel eyes and athletic builds. They went through mini cans of Dr. Pepper like they were water and never failed to catch “Jeopardy!” every weekday night. Jodi was the more overtly feminine of the two, with long, sleek blonde locks and an eye for fashion, while Kris had always been more of a tomboy with her self-cut bangs, favoring chunky boots and goodwill t-shirts.

Their room had been directly across the hall from Adam and thus they had developed a fast friendship. Adam made them laugh and introduced them to all kinds of strange and exciting films that he kept in a meticulously organized DVD binder. He also liked to cook, often taking over the dorm’s kitchen on Sunday evenings with one of her culinary experiments. The girls had arrived to college with their mother’s old car, and were thus deputized to ferry their dorm mates to the grocery and liquor stores. When Adam had learned that a rare film from a long dead Japanese filmmaker was available at the video store two towns over, it was the Evans sisters that gave him a lift. It was this trip in particular that had really sealed their bond.

An hour into their trip, the car had run a flat. The girls had never needed to change a tire before and were at a loss of what to do. They were about to call AAA when Adam volunteered to change it for them. Their parents had had the foresight to store a spare tire in the trunk; one they hadn’t known was there. But Adam knew where to look. he managed to change the tire in seemingly no time at all and before they knew it, they were back on the road. By that time; they’d exhausted many of the obvious topics of conversation, and so their talk turned deep. They talked about their childhoods, their disappoints, their fears, their dreams. Even once they’d picked up the fabled DVD that Adam coveted, they did not hurry back. They had a leisurely lunch at a historic diner, took a short hike to a nearby waterfall, and even took a little dip.

For years to come, Adam kept a photo from this day in his wallet. his face squished between the smiling faces of the Evans sisters.

This day was special to Adam for another reason as well. You see, Adam had a remarkably potent foot fetish. It was not uncommon for him to watch a movie, take a fancy to a beautiful young actress, and rush to the internet to find photos of her feet. Often he’d do this while watching the movie. Often, Adam wished that the internet had such an archive for the feet he encountered in her day-to-day. He’d spent much of her first semester distracted. The weather was still warm and many of her female classmates wore strappy sandals and flip flops to class, often slipping their feet out of them in longer lectures. Adam frequently found himself mesmerized by the long toes being flexed under the desk beside her, by the high arches and pink soles. It wasn’t until the weather cooled and the sandals were exchanged for closed-toed shoes that her grades began to improve.

But it was the feet of the Evans sisters that Adam coveted most. Of course she had a crush on them, how could she not? They were funny and kind to her, and yes, very cute. If pressed, Adam would admit that she couldn’t choose between the two. she liked Jodi’s softness, her femininity, and her infectious, bubbly laugh. Adam was also partial to Kris’ aesthetic, her attitude, and her taste in music. In a perfect world, Adam would fuse the two twins into one perfect woman. Alas, he would have to settle for crushing on two beautiful young women.

In the dorms the girls favored comfort. They often elected to wear thick wool socks and flannel pajamas. Even when they did go barefoot in the dorm’s common areas, their feet were usually obscured by the baggy legs of their pajama bottoms or sweatpants. That day the three of them spent together had been the first time he’d gotten a good look at their feet.

After an hour or two at the waterfall, the girls had grown tired of doing cannonballs and skipping rocks. They’d decided to rest a moment and do their best to take in a little sun. They lay together on the bank, stretched out on their wrinkled towels with their eyes shut. Adam remembered it so vividly. Jodi was wearing a white and red polka dot bikini, the top of which strained to contain her large, perky breasts as they rose and fell with every relaxed breath. Kris was wearing black, her smaller breasts almost flat under the little triangles of damp fabric. But of course, it wasn’t their breasts that Adam was staring at.

His face half-submerged in the water, Adam inched closer and closer to the bank, the sound of her movements disguised by the steady churn of the waterfall. he couldn’t have asked for a better view of the girls’ soles. Their feet were facing her, the tips of their recently pedicured toes just visible from where she was positioned. Their soles were pinkened slightly, tenderized from the rocks and pebbles they’d been walking on for the better part of an hour. Each of their feet were perfect in their own way. Kris’ feet were long and slender with dexterous toes and a high arch, while Jodi’s were perfectly proportioned with a wider sole and plump little toes. Their feet were still wet from the water, affording Adam a picture perfect view of every wrinkle and detail that glistened in the afternoon sun, which he did her best to memorize. For days, months later, he’d even remember the little speck of gravel that cling to Jodi’s big toe, the half-blade of grass plastered to the bottom of Kris’ heel.

Submerged in the water, Adam’s erection was mercifully out of sight. his hands, unseen beneath the water, were free to rub and excite. she took in every detail, every angle he could. And yet, her curiosity had not yet been fully satisfied. Getting a good look at their feet was only half of the erotic equation he’d been working on in his head. Adam’s foot fetish was second only to her potent fixation on tickling, both tickling and being tickled.

When she and the Evans sisters were first getting close, he’d tried to suss out their ticklishness under the guise of illustrating various “pressure points” on their bodies. This had been a low-stakes way to gauge the ticklishness of girls in high school, but in college such touching had taken on new significance. He’d been successful in making the girls squirm on occasion, poking a spot near their armpit or on their knee, but when the girls tried to do it back to her, Adam had been alarmed by the size of his own reaction. While Adam was delighted by the physical contact from her twin crushes, it sometimes proved inconvenient, such as when both sisters ganged up on him after hours when they were drinking in their room. his erection had been so prominent, Adam had to pretend his foot had fallen asleep to delay her exit from their room to buy time for his boner to subside. As excited as he got from tickling the girls, Adam seemed to be even more excited when she was the one on the receiving end of their playful touches.

And so she fantasized endlessly about their feet, speculating on their sensitivity. Adam wondered if Jodi was more ticklish than Kris, or vice versa. He imagined how their feet might feel in her hands, against her face, along his privates. Sometimes it was Jodi in her fantasies, flexing her toes against her face and nose. Other times it was Kris, rubbing her foot up and down his privates, smiling at her mischievously. But sometimes, when she was alone with her thoughts in the dark, hand moving quickly beneath the comforter, he imagined the two of them with their lips beside each ear, whispering tickle teases to her while their hands roamed and played with her to force laughter from between her trembling lips.

Adam had always imagined himself the tickler, the one in control. But as time went on and she came to know the Evans sisters better, her fantasies began to shift. Nothing made her cum quicker than the thought of being tickled and teased by the twins, each with their own technique and tickler persona.

Her only mistake, as it would turn out, was in believing that these fantasies of her were a secret.

While Jodi and Kris were unaware of the private sole show they’d given Adam on that fateful day their freshman year, they were not unaware of her fixation. The Evans sisters had always been keenly aware of the male gaze. Since they were children, their mothers — Lola and Mary — had warned them of the kind of attention they would attract as they aged into their bodies. Even before they blossomed into womanhood, they could always sense the eyes that followed their legs, their hips, their chests. At times this had proven convenient to them, and at others could feel like a curse. In high school they’d been unwillingly popular. Their twin status conferred a kind of magical, otherworldly aura to them. Even when the sisters were not on the best of terms, they were viewed as a team, a package deal. They were not oblivious to the fantasies that boys traded between themselves like baseball cards, the jealous rumors started by other girls. Jodi and Kris almost didn’t go to the same college, for fear or perpetuating this dynamic. But the financial aid had been generous, and it had been among both of their top choices.

There was something more honest about the attention they received in college. No longer did they have to suffer under the awkward pretenses of studying for a test or a vaguely worded birthday invitation. No, in college people were more direct. There was a sense that, even though some of their fellow freshman had yet to turn 18, that they were all adults here, away from home and “free” for the first time in their young lives. Yet, even here, they could feel the lascivious gazes of their classmates on their bodies from across the classroom.

But Adam was different. her eyes never strayed from theirs when they spoke to one another. she was respectful, considerate, and thoughtful. They weren’t stupid, Jodi and Kris knew that Adam had a crush on them, and they also knew that she was too shy to ever make a move on either of them. At night, the two of them in their beds, the Evans sisters would speculate which one of them might have the better chance with Adam. They both liked her, their mutual crush never escalated to a full on rivalry. That was part of what appealed to them about Adam, the certainty that he’d never “make it weird” if anything ever happened.

But while Adam was always respectful and kept her eyes and hands to himself, the girls knew about her foot fetish. They hadn’t figured it out by the time they spent that day together at the waterfall, but it didn’t take them long to realize where her interests laid.

While she slumbered in the backseat, Jodi and Kris did their best to keep from laughing. They were amazed they’d been able to keep their secret this long. They had always been able to sense when one’s eyes were watching their chest, their butt, their lips. With Adam, they always knew when her eyes wandered downward. There was no way that she was that interested in the floor. The sisters’ preference for socks in the dorm wasn’t just a matter of comfort, but of good gamesmanship. Jodi and Kris knew the power their feet held over the shy young man. There was an unspoken agreement between the sisters to not use their feet to gain favor with Adam, to “play fair” when it came to her affections. Naturally they couldn’t hide their feet from view forever, but any purposeful, overt show of their naked feet would have been seen as cheating. On the rare occasions that they did go barefoot, the girls were tickled by how tongue tied he’d get, how suddenly she became fascinated by the floor of their room.

Over the years it had become something of a private joke between the Evans sisters. They’d talk out scenarios where they could tease her rotten, speculating how long it would take to drive her completely nuts. They’d laugh, imagining how red her face would get, how flustered she would be just from seeing one of their bare feet peeking out from under a blanket. But the final piece of the puzzle, the thing that convinced them to finally enact such a scenario, came to them from a most unlikely source.

Jodi and Kris had been in the library, cramming for exams when they overheard Sydney Kremitz gossiping with her friend. Adam and Sydney had been hooking up for maybe a month at that point and their relationship was nearing its end, not that Jodi or Kris were threatened.

“So we’re in bed and we’re making out, fooling around, whatever. And she starts tickling me.”

“Tickling you?” her friend asked.

“Yeah, like, tweaking my ribs and grabbing my knees and stuff. And he’s, like, getting excited. So I ask her, like, ‘do you have a tickle thing?’ And she gets super red and goes, like, ‘No, you just have such a cute laugh,’ yadda yadda. But he’s done this before. I think she did it the first time we hooked up too. And, like, I don’t care if you do, just tell me. But she keeps saying, ‘No. No, I don’t.’ So I tickle her back and…I swear to god she went from zero to sixty.”

“You mean, like…?”

“Just rock hard. Like, he’s gotten turned on from tickling me in the past, like wrestling with me or whatever, but this was something else.”

Upon overhearing this, Jodi and Kris locked eyes. Suddenly all those “pressure point” demonstrations took on a new significance. It wasn’t long after this that they began to hatch a plan. Spring recess was coming up. It was not long enough to justify a big trip abroad and too long to spend it all at home. Jodi and Kris knew that their mothers would be away that week and their childhood home was only a three and a half hour drive from campus. As the weeks leading up to that spring recess ticked by, a plan began to form.

Adam had been pleasantly surprised when the Evans sisters had invited her up to their house for a weeklong getaway. They promised her a pool, a state of the art outdoor grill, and all the movies she could want (or, as it were, force them to watch with him). Of course she said yes.

And so when the time came, the three of them loaded their bags into the car and took off for the Evans’ house. Kris had been in charge of snacks and Jodi the aux cord. Adam was content to sit in the back and make conversation, until he eventually fell asleep around two hours into the trip. Kris and Jodi could hardly keep from laughing. They’d concocted a coordinated plan, step by step, to tease and fluster and overwhelm the poor girl. she was on their turf now, and intended to take full advantage of it.

Adam started awake when she hard Jodi slam the driver side door shut. she blinked her bleary eyes and saw Kris turned around in the passenger seat as they regained their focus.

“Wakey wakey,” Kris sing songed, “We’re here.”

Adam felt the gravel crunch under her feet as she stepped out of the car and looked around. It was early spring but already green had returned to the trees that surrounded the house. The place had an almost barn-like quality to it, like something she might see in a pre-war painting. The solar panels on the roof belied an adaptive modernity but did not detract from the home’s old-world beauty. Nevertheless, Adam couldn’t help but be reminded of the many similar houses he’d seen depicted in paintings that often hung on waiting room walls.

Its cherry reds and faded whites were currently washed out by the grey clouds that had gathered overhead. When they’d left, Stormwatch 7 was skeptical that the storm would make landfall. By the time they reached the house it seemed to be a certainty. It was by no means a dangerous storm, but the rainfall was likely to scuttle their plans to spend time out on the lake. Not that the Evans sisters seemed to mind.

It took them a little while to settle in. There were groceries to unpack and windows to open, bedrooms to claim. Adam was set up in the guest bedroom, spare and generic, while Kris and Jodi decamped to their childhood bedrooms to decompress from the drive. Or at least that’s what they told Adam. In truth they had snuck off to finalize their plans and get their feet “show ready.”

Jodi and Kris had gone out for pedicures the day before to iron out the details and make sure their feet were at soft and pretty as they could possibly be. Jodi opted for pink toenail polish and Kris black. Now ensconced in their own little corner of the house, they slipped off their socks and exchanged them for a fresh pair, but not before lathering up their feet with a fresh coat of lotion. They could hear Adam showering in the bathroom down the hall and could barely contain their excitement. They took photos of their feet, side by side and pressed together, to commemorate the moment. The pinks and blacks complimented each other well, evoking memories of bite-sized deserts and designer wear. Their feet were perfect, they just hoped Adam thought so too.

They did their best to not overplay their hand while the three of them figured out dinner and playfully debated what movie to put on. In the end, food was ordered to the house and a horror movie was selected. Not that the Evans sisters seemed to mind. After all, they wouldn’t be watching very much of the movie anyway.

Adam, for her part, was having a lovely time. After all the stress of school and travel it was a relief to be out in the countryside with no deadlines or expectations. Of course, it didn’t hurt that she was spending the break with two beautiful young women. her friends had ribbed her about it before she left. What a lucky guy, they kept saying, alone in a house with the Evans sisters and oodles of free time. Some of her buddies really painted a picture for her, imagining what they might do if they were in a similar situation. But this was precisely why Adam was the one being invited along instead of them. she had no such grand designs. Though he’d lying if she said it never crossed her mind.

Nestled there on the couch between Jodi and Kris, Adam did feel lucky. The girls had changed into the pajamas. Jodi wore a baby blue matching set, with a button-down top and navy blue piping. Hand me downs from their father, maybe, Adam mused. Kris elected to wear the kind of comfortable sleeper wear she favored at school: a wrinkled T-shirt with a hole in the armpit and flannel pajama bottoms. Meanwhile Adam was wearing dark sweatpants and a brown henley shirt with the top 2 buttons undone. All three of them were wearing socks.

Of course Adam had hoped to be a better view of their feet on this trip, maybe even take some secretive pictures on her phone for a later date. Had she been mildly disappointed when she saw the Evans sisters emerge from their room in fresh pairs of socks after their shower? Sure. But she was in no rush. They had plenty of time.

The food arrived from a local diner the sisters swore by and the movie commenced. It was something from the 80s that the girls had never heard of but that Adam had been meaning to see for ages. she had a habit of talking over movies whenever they watched something together, always chiming in with a piece of trivia or anecdote about the making of the film. Jodi found it annoying at times but Kris never seemed to mind. About twenty minutes in, once everyone had more or less finished their food, the sisters glanced at each other and gave a little nod.

The time had come.

“I’m gonna stretch out a little bit,” Kris said, shifting her butt on the couch.

She rested her head against a pillow on the left end of the couch and pressed her socked feet against Adam’s leg. She almost broke and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling when she felt her physically jump a little at her touch. her leg felt warm against her soles and she flexed her socked toes for emphasis.

“You don’t mind, do you, Adam?” Kris asked, as innocently as she could.

“N-no. Not at all. It’s your house. Get comfortable…”

Adam’s heart was racing. This was the closest he’d ever come to touching either of their feet. Already she could feel the blood coursing beneath her sweatpants. The socks only made her more curious, spurring her imagination further. What color might their toes be? Did they look as sumptuous as she remembered? her eyes remained on the screen, determined to give nothing away, while her mind reeled with images of pink soles and bubble toes, of socks being turning inside out as they were removed.

It was only minutes later when Jodi decided to get in on the fun.

“I think I might stretch out too. That okay with you, Adam?” Jodi asked, all smiles.

“S-sure. The more the merrier.”

With that, Jodi extended her legs and gently placed her feet in Adam’s lap. She was wearing loose-fitting moccasins, the inside lined with fluffy whiteness. They were a little big on her feet, which meant the very base of her arch was peaking out from just above the lining. Jodi’s feet being nestled inside the soft white downey fluff within only made them look even softer and inviting.

Adam realized she was staring and forced her eyes back to the television. It took her a second to remember what movie they were watching. she did her best to focus on the screen and mentally deflate her growing erection but it was a losing battle. It seemed that whenever she managed to finally take her mind off of the Evans sisters’ feet something would happen to scramble her senses once again.

Kris and Jodi played her as a team, never letting her forget the presence of their feet. Adam was the only one even remotely attempting to follow along with the film at this point. The girls were busy watching her face and her eyes and her lap, delighting every little micro expression that betrayed her mounting arousal.

Whenever they could sense her attention lagging, the girls would easily reel her back in to their sensual trap. Jodi would flex her toes, causing her moccasins to pop off and air out her soft, bare heels. When she did so, Adam would catch a whiff of the coconut scented soap she’d lathered them in, the fruity notes of it intermingling with the industrial creams and moisturizers that kept her feet as soft and unblemished as the white fluff they were nestled in.

Kris, not to be outdone, kept burrowing her feet deeper and deeper under Adam’s legs, flexing and curling her toes, never letting her forget for even a moment of their presence. The movement of her feet under her legs would cause Adam to buck her hips ever so gently. Adam was slick enough to not make it obvious, or so she believed, but each time she adjusted himself, her pussy would oh so pleasurably rub against the front of her trousers, giving her a little jolt. But after a few erotic shifts in position, Adam realized with mounting horror that unless she could somehow diminish her increasingly tumescent privates, it wouldn’t be long before Jodi could feel it pressing against her legs.

And so she tried to focus on something else, anything else. There would be time for pleasure later once the Evans sisters were asleep. For now she needed to play things cool. And so Adam did her best to focus on the movie but he’d already lost the plot completely. she didn’t know any of the characters’ names or why they were in such a damn hurry. Thus, unable to occupy her mind with the film on TV, Adam tried to imagine other, less erotic things. Slowly but surely, she felt the blood flow slowly begin to abate. she could do this, she thought.

“Ugh, my feet are getting too hot and sweaty,” Kris groaned. “Adam, do you mind…?”

“Oh, not, uh…not at all…”

Adam raised her butt off of Kris’ trapped feet, doing her best to ignore the ripples of pleasure that came from the prolonged pressing of her hard privates against the front of her pants. her eyes widened when she realized that Kris was now peeling the socks off her feet. She didn’t strip them quickly and toss them aside. No, she removed them deliberately, taking her time as she rolled the elastic lip past her heel and flexed her toes once more as the sock slowly rolled up her arch to reveal her sole. Perhaps it was Adam’s eager imagination, but it felt like she took and extra long time to finally pull the sock past her toes. Upon being freed, Kris held her foot aloft a moment, flexing and wiggling her toes in the open air.

Adam had never been this close to one of the Evans sisters’ bare feet before. she was so close to Kris’ bared sole that she could still see little carpet fibers and sock lint clinging to her toes. she watched breathlessly as she repeated this little striptease with her other foot, making sure that Adam had the best seat in the house. Jodi glared at Kris from across the couch. This was tantamount to cheating in their little game. Not to be outdone, Jodi began flexing her toes and popping her heels out of her warm moccasins.

“Yeah, it got real warm in here all of a sudden.” Jodi agreed, before pitching her voice into an infantile, helpless whine. “Adam…I can’t sit up. Would you mind taking off my slippies for me? Pleeeeease?”

Adam didn’t bother asking any questions. It had taken nearly all her remaining willpower to tear her eyes away from Kris’ freshly bared soles. she must be dreaming, she reasoned. If so, she had no intention of waking up any time soon. she gently grasped the heel of Jodi’s moccasin and slowly pulled it off. Adam watched intently as the white downy fluff inside the slipper moved along with her foot as it was gracefully pulled out. By the time her foot slipped free, Adam was convinced that she must indeed be dreaming. Jodi let her bare foot gently rest on her thigh, mere inches from her hardening privates, as she playfully held her still-slippered foot aloft before her dazed face.

“And the other one, please.”

Adam was on auto-pilot. Without even thinking she took hold of the remaining slipper and gently helped Jodi free her foot from its comfortable prison. Both feet now bared, she set them down in her lap again, making sure to flex and wiggle her newly freed toes. Adam looked at her for a moment, as if to confirm this was really happening. Whatever progress she had made in taming her erection was instantly undone. Jodi simply smiled at her in response, as innocent as can be. Then Adam felt asleep.

“That was mean, Kris!” “Considering your own actions, Jodi, you are one to talk.” “Look it’s happening.” The two girls grinned as Adam’s body change before their eyes. His hair got lighter, his chest reformed and there was a strange sucking sound. They gently exposing her privates, showing a delicious dripping womanhood where man’s area had once been. They pulled up her clothes and waiting for Adam to awaken. They did not have to wait long.

Kris, sensing her sister’s mounting gamesmanship, decided to respond in kind.

“I think my foot fell asleep…”

Kris raised her foot, awkwardly bending her leg until she was looking at her own naked sole. She gently tickled her own foot, making sure to look Adam in the eye as she did it. Adam was now fully awake as she watched with rapt attention as her fingertips made little white lines along her pink sole as she dragged them up and down the bottom of her foot.

“See?” She asked. “Here, you try…”

With that, Kris placed her “asleep” foot in Adam’s lap. she now had three of the Evans Sisters’ bare feet resting right there within her grasp. Muscle memory over many dark nights alone in bed had trained her to slide her hand under her pants and get to work at the mere thought of such a scenario. As it was, Adam felt paralyzed. If she was dreaming she didn’t want to risk waking herself up, and if it was real she didn’t want to fuck it all up. So distract was she, her lack of a hardening and her drippiness went unnoticed.

Unsure of what else to do, Adam figured it was safest to just do as the lady said. Slowly her hands, moving as if of their own accord, reached toward Kris’ foot. her fingers wrapped around her still warm sole and Adam heard herself softly gasp. she wasn’t sure what she was expecting. When she’d been fortunate enough in the past to touch a beautiful woman’s foot she’d been quick to notice the imperfections. A cracked heel, a calloused big toe, peeling nail polish. But Kris’ foot had no imperfections. Beneath her fingertips her foot was pillow soft, the wrinkles of her sole smoothing out under her touch into taut silk. It was as if she’d never trod upon the ground. The shiny, black polish on her toes stood in stark contrast to her soft creamy skin.

She held her foot still in her left hand, while softly trailing her fingertips down her sole with her right, utterly lost in her own world. Her skin was butter soft and it took all of Adam’s willpower not to buck her hips once more. Adam tickled her sole, perhaps a bit too eagerly and with no mind for technique. she remembered the puppy that her mother had adopted when she was little, a shelter dog. Years after finding her forever home, the puppy still ate feverishly, as though she were still in the shelter fighting off other dogs that wanted to eat from her bowl. Similarly, Adam was worried that it might all be yanked away from her any second now.

“See? Totally asleep,” Kris smiled. “If it weren’t I’d be begging you to stop. I’m super ticklish. Jodi can tell you. I used to scream my head off it someone touched my feet.”

“Used to?” Jodi responded, amused. “Let Adam try again in a few minutes and give him a front row seat.”

“Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Kris teased.

“Not as much as Adam here. Isn’t that right, Adam?”

At the mention of her name Adam immediately snapped back to reality. Clearly this was not a dream. Here she was with the feet of two beautiful women in her lap — two of her beautiful friends — who knew about her foot fetish. This she had not counted on. For as long as she could remember she’d kept her fetish a secret. Yes, she’d asked to kiss and rub the feet of a few sexual partners at school, but it was never something she’d explicitly discussed with anyone other than her campus therapist. That would mean that she had either been more obvious in her desires than he’d ever known or past partners had talked about it and her secret was out. The latter being far more likely, Adam was suddenly embarrassed and withdrew her hands from Kris’ foot.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…I should’ve…”

“You didn’t answer our question…” Jodi said, now rubbing both of her feet up and down Adam’s thigh, her pink toes getting dangerously close to the soaked and dripping organ between her legs. “Do you like this…?”

“I…I don’t…”

“You don’t?” Jodi asked, playing up her mock surprise. “You don’t like my pink little piggies right here? But they’re so soft and cute. Here…”

Jodi raised her left foot and began tracing the outline of her ear with her big toe. She smiled as she felt Adam shudder and melt under this new touch. Her right foot stayed right where it was, rubbing up and down, up and down…

“Oh my god…” Adam breathed, her right hand wandering to her face to take hold of Jodi’s foot as if moved from her sensitive, red ears to her cheek. Even against her cheek, Adam could feel their softness. The smell of coconut once again wafted into her nostrils and turned her cheeks a deeper shade of red.

“You like our feet, don’t you Adam?” Kris cooed, raising her own foot to the other side of her blissed out face. “C’mon. Use your big girl words…”

“Yes…oh god, yes…” she signed, each hand caressing a foot on either side of her face. The sisters were playing with her, their toes pinching her earlobes or drawing tantalizingly close to her open mouth before pulling away again to press against her cheek and jaw. Their other feet remained in her lap. No longer content to rest upon her thighs, they now openly brushed their pale toes against her quivering womanhood and drew teasing circles along the creases of her thighs.

“Yes what?” Jodi asked again, a little more forcefully this time as Adam suddenly became aware of her voice and genitalia.

“Yes, I love your feet. I love your feet. I love your feet…” she chanted, distracted again, mantra-like, as she felt their soft feet caressing her face and wet mound. Jodi’s feet smelled of soap and creams while Kris’, whose feet had indeed gotten a little sweaty wedged under her legs, smelled faintly of corn chips and laundry detergent.

“What else do you love, Adam?” Kris teased, her toes pinching her nose playfully.

“W-what do you mean?” To Adam she may as well have been hearing their voices echoing through a canyon from miles away. her world had shrunk considerably in the last few minutes. she was lost in their soles and had grown bold enough to start giving their feet little kisses as they passed in front of her mouth. But the Evans sisters had no intention of making it easy for her. They kept their feet moving, in circles on her legs or running along her cheek, her forehead, her jaw.

“I meeeeeeean…what else do you like?”

“We saw how your eyes lit up when Kris tickled her foot,” Jodi husked as she slid her foot across Adam’s lap into her sister’s territory on the other side of the couch.

“Yeah, big as saucers…” Jodi nodded while doing the same.

What a sight they were. The Evans sisters with one leg criss-crossed over Adam’s ever expanding lap with the other teasing her increasingly flushed face with their bare feet.

“I wonder how big they would get if I…”

Jodi didn’t even need to finish the sentence. Even if she had, her words would likely have been drowned out by the high-pitched giggles that burbled from Kris’ throat as she gently began tickling her sole.

“Eheheheheheheheheheheheeeee!” Kris giggled. Her laugh was soft and musical, like a light rain falling on glass panes.

Adam’s eyes had been closed for a little while now, lost in the bliss of their soles as they roamed her body. But at the sound of Kris’ ticklish giggles, her eyes shot open.

“Lohohohohohohohook prehehehehetty bihihihihig tohohohoho meeeehehehehehe!” Kris giggled, now dancing her own fingers over Jodi’s vulnerable foot.

Jodi’s laughter came in bursts, as if she were choking on it.

“Eeeph…hehehehehe…ehehehe…you-hohohohou’re ta-hahahahalking about h-h-hihihihs eyes ri-hihihihihight?”

“Mmmmmhhmhmhmhmhhmhmhmhmmmmm…shuhuhuhuhuhuhre…”

Both of them pulled their feet away from Adam’s face now and pressed them against her pussy. Adam audibly moaned with pleasure, her head falling back as her hands went to fondle the feet that were slowly but surely bringing her to the brink of orgasmic bliss. She still had not registered her large breasts, girly voice, diminished height or leaking vagina.

“Seheheheheheems hehehehehe reheheheally lihihihihikes tihihihickle tihihihime!” Kris giggled, as much at her own ticklishness as Adam’s pleasurable reaction to their teasing.

“Ye-heah. Ihihihi-it whohould behehe a shame to-to leheheheave hi-him ohohohout then. Wohohohouln’t it?” Jodi mused, giving a small nod to her giggling sister.

Had Adam not been lost in her erotic reverie she may have noticed the signal that Jodi had given her sister. As it was, she didn’t see a thing, and was woefully unprepared for what came next. The sisters suddenly retracted their feet — from each other and from Adam’s lap — and sat up on either side of the dazed young lady. At the abrupt end of their pleasurable double teaming effort, Adam tentatively opened her eyes. At first she was afraid that maybe she had been dreaming this whole time, that when her vision finally came back into focus she’d be lying in her own bed with a damp spot on the inside of her underwear.

Fortunately — or unfortunately — for Adam, this was no dream.

Before Adam could fully come back to reality, she found herself beset on both sides by a flurry of ticklish fingers and infantile teases. Kris’ fingers teased her neck and crept beneath her armpits, while Jodi squeezed just above her knees and poked at her belly.

Perhaps it was the erotic build up of it all, the prolonged tension that needed to be released. Whatever it was, it exploded out of Adam’s mouth.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Yohohohohohohohohou guhuhuhuhuhuhuhys! Stahahahahahahahahahap ihihihihihihihit!”

Adam couldn’t believe how quickly she folded under their touch. her body, which just moments ago had been in a state of blissful repose, suddenly began to tense and curl in on itself as she succumbed to the Evans Sister’s tickle attack. she didn’t think she was still this ticklish. The last time she had felt this helpless, this out of control, was when she babysitter had tickled her when she was still in velcro shoes. Perhaps it was her that planted this seed in her. But Adam couldn’t muse on such things now, her mind was being hijacked by ticklish signals.

“Gehehehehehehehehehehet ohohohohohoffffff’a meeeeeeeehehehehehehehehe!”

“Awww, did you hear that Krissy? Our happy little lady wants to get off!” Jodi smiled, relishing Adam’s reaction to their playful yet efficient tickle attack. She circled her bellybutton with one hand while her other “broke eggs” over her kneecaps — forming a claw-like shape that expanded over her trembling knee with devastating results.

“Does she? Huh? Does widdle Adam want to make spurt spurts for Jodi and Kris?” Kris sing-songed, fluttering her fingers over Adam’s reddening neck. Whenever she tried to bend her head to trap them in place, Kris simply darted them into her ears or to the base of her scalp, causing her head to roll around and around like a kid’s toy. Meanwhile her other hand kept burrowing deeper and deeper into her clamped down armpit, making slow but steady progress.

“Think it’d be the first time?”

“Maybe with an audience!”

“Sheheheheheheheheheheheheriouslyyyyyeeeeeehehehehehehe! Ihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahahan’t tahahahahahahake ihihihihihihihit!” Adam cackled, rocking back and forth between her beautiful tormentors. No matter how she managed to comfort herself, she could find no escape from their all out tickle assault.

“Are you suuuuuuure?” Kris cooed, all sweetness and light, “because it looks like you’re having a real fun time.”

Indeed Adam’s nipples were even harder now than her male parts had been before. she could feel the precum soaking the front of her boxers, her large breasts bobbing up and down with every ticklish flailing.

“Plehehehehehehehehehehehehease! Ihihihihihihihihi’m behehehehehegging yohohohohohohohohohouuuuuuu!” Adam shrieked, ducking her head again in an attempt to catch Kris’ fingers, her knee jumping once more as Jodi gave it another affectionate squeeze. No matter what she did, how desperately she flailed about, she was unable to stop their maddening fingers from finding all of her most tender spots.

The girls scooted closer on either side, sandwiching her between their ever warmer bodies, their lips now inches from her ear.

“Then beg us,” Jodi whispered, her breath alone tickling her ever redder ears.

“P-puhleheheheease! Please plehehehehease plehehehehehehehase pleeeeeeeeeehehehehehehehehehease!”

“I don’t think she means it, do you?” Kris asked Jodi, her teeth showing as she smiled.

“I don’t think so either, Krissy. I think our happy little wpman liiiiiikes being tickled?” Jodi cooed, giving Adam’s hot ear a little kiss. “Is that right, baby? Are you enjoying your happy little tickle time with us?”

Adam didn’t even need to think about it. she found herself nodding her head, unbidden, in near perfect harmony with her bucking hips. Though she did not mean to say it, the words flowed effortlessly from her open throat, as if summoned from the deepest chambers of her soul.

“Yehehehehehehehehes! Iihihihihihihi doooooohohohohohooooooo! Ihihihihihihihi lohohohohohove ihihihihihihit! Eeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!”

Their plan was almost going too well. Never in her wildest dreams did either of them think it would be this easy to break Adam down. They’d never seen her as a “tough guy” per se, but they’d assumed she might have put up more of a fight. Not that they minded, the Evans sisters hadn’t had this much fun in years.

All they had to do not was go in for the kill.

“You’ve dreamed about this, haven’t you?”

“Is this what Adam thinks about at night? Huh? Touching yourself…”

“Up and down…up and down…”

“Melting into a giggly little puddle between the big bad ticklers?”

“I bet you wish you could pump…pump…pump…Is that what you want, Adam?”

“Whose feet do you like better? Hmm? And there IS a right answer.”

“Do you want us to tickle it out of you?”

“You know we will. Don’t make it too easy for us though.”

“We have allllllllll weekend to draw it out of you.”

“It hasn’t even been 20 minutes…”

“Poor baby…”

“Tell us…”

“Tell us…”

“Tell us allllll the dirty, perverted little fantasies running though that head of yours…”

Adam’s mind was scrambled. Kris and Jodi’s voices became one, echoing throughout the deepest recesses of her mind — a siren song of desire that stiffened the length of her nipples and made her lips drip and her neck burn hot. Was Kris sitting to her right, or her left? Where those Jodi’s fingers creeping up her shirt? Time and space collapsed in on themselves. There were only their voices, their fingers, and her ceaseless, bountiful laughter. her tongue wagged, her lips moved, forming words even Adam could not decipher. she just found herself nodding stupidly, going along with whatever the sisters said. It seemed as though the only word that remained in her one expansive vocabulary, was “yes.”

Yes, she loved their feet. Yes, she was a ticklish little child. Yes, she wanted this. Yes, she’d tell them everything and anything to make them stop, then tell them even more when they started on her again. It was the remaining shreds of dignity that Adam held on to that kept her from stuffing her hand down her pants. It was a shortcut to bliss, but one she could take later once Kris and Jodi had gone to bed. For now, she was theirs. Forever, she was theirs.

She must have said something right, or perhaps Kris and Jodi were worried she might choke. Whatever the reason, Adam suddenly felt their hands pull away from her as she sucked fresh air into her burning lungs.

Adam lay there between them a moment, fully expecting to wake up in her bed any second now. But she didn’t. she was still there, her chest rising and falling as she felt their hands start rubbing her shoulders and thighs. Adam didn’t have to do anything, the Evans sisters were fully in control.

Goosebumps prickled up her arms and legs as Kris leaned in and softly kissed the side of her neck. It was only once Jodi joined in on the other side that Adam felt them ripple down her back and along the underside of her thighs. Adam’s head fell back and her eyes shut, her body vibrating with pleasure as she felt the soft pecks from the Evans sisters pillow-soft lips kissing up and down her sensitive neck. Even this sensual touch tickled slightly, but the giggles transmuted to moans in her throat before slipping through her barely parted lips.

“How does this feel?” Jodi asked between kisses.

“Good…” Adam sighed, the words sliding effortlessly from between her lips.

“Does it feel like…” Kris started before pausing, assumedly for dramatic effect. “…more?”

Adam didn’t even need to say anything. her pussy released a little more so obviously the girls could only laugh.

“I think it does…” Jodi answered, her eyebrows arching.

Kris and Jodi were giggling now, as much in relief as in flattery. Adam was simply relieved. She’d always assumed that her desires were “strange” or otherwise worth hiding from anyone and everyone. And yet here she was between two beautiful women, being not just indulged but seemingly understood. she wanted to tell Jodi and Kris just how hot this was, how much it all meant to her, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Until something hit her. She was not hard, but wet. Kris leant it “We used X-Change on you. It’s temporary. Can’t risk pregnancy. But stay calm and we will literally have a gay, old time.” Adam could only nod, if it meant pleasure with the girls, being a woman temporarily was fine.

“That was…that was nice…” Adam said.

“That’s nothing,” Kris giggled.

“It’s not nothing,” Adam responded, the most assertive she’d been in hours.

“You have no idea,” Jodi teased as she got off the couch and scurried upstairs.

“Where’s she going?” Adam asked Kris, who had resumed her soft neck kisses.

“Mmm, wouldn’t you like to know,” Kris oozed between kisses. “Maybe we should follow her.”

With that she withdrew from Adam’s neck and followed her sister up the stairs. Adam practically launched off the couch, racing up the stairs to see what awaited her. she wasn’t even trying to hide her drenched pussy anymore, her stiff nipples were more pronounced than ever by the time she reached the landing. She didn’t even care how long she was a woman.

Adam followed Kris and Jodi’s voices down the hall to the master bedroom. It was the largest bedroom in the house and the only one with a closet. While the other bedrooms were furnished with cheap IKEA furniture and bland, waiting-room friendly art, this one had some personality to it. The floor was covered with clean, cream colored carpeting, the walls decorated with vintage posters. The bed was a California king with high thread count sheets, adorned with hard little throw pillows depicting sunflowers and orchids.

Adam’s eyes widened when she saw that the girls had already fastened restraints to the four corners of the bed — soft and fluffy bathrobe belts for her wrists and stretchy, lightly used nylons for her ankles. The sisters didn’t need to encourage her, Adam quickly stripped down to nothing but her boxers and socks, nearly leaping onto the bed, her large breasts totally exposed. The colorful, quilted comforter felt cool and starchy against her back as Adam stretched out her arms and legs, all the while attempting to keep her breathing under control. With surprising quickness and skill, Jodi and Kris wasted no time securing Adam to the bed, despite the fact she was visibly shorter. While tying her wrist, Kris gave Adam a reassuring smile, one that assured her that she was enjoying this just as much as she was. After all, they were all friends here. Jodi gave her a gentle kiss to the lips. Kris did the same.

The rain was lashing hard against the windows now, the winds had picked up since they’d engaged each other on the couch downstairs. Though there were still a few hours of daylight left to burn, one would be forgiven for thinking it was nearly dusk just from looking out the window.

Jodi and Kris stepped back to admire their handiwork, unable to stop themselves from smiling. Adam gave her restraints an experimental tug. she was unable to bring her arms down beyond a slight bend in her elbows and couldn’t pull her feet away more than a few inches from the end of the bed, limited at a similar bend of her knee. she grinned at the Evans sisters and patiently awaited her fate. Adam was surprised to notice though the size of her new breasts.

She didn’t have to wait long. Kris knelt down by her feet, her knees pressing softly into the carpet, while Jodi leapt onto the bed, sitting between Adam’s outstretched arms with her legs extended over them so as to better pin them to the mattress.

“Are you ready?” Jodi asked, her fingers already curling into tickle claws.

“As ready as I’ll ever be-eeeehehehehehehe!”

Kris, ever the impatient one, was already lightly running her fingers down Adam’s socked foot. It was an athletic sock, white and thick, but it did little to protect the sensitive foot contained within. Especially since her feet had shrank from the X-Change. It was a playful touch, light and experimental, but even this soft tickle was enough to get Adam giggling childishly.

“Nohohohohohohohohooooo fahahahahahahir!” Adam giggled, already shaking her head in a lame attempt to block out the sensation. her laughter spiked even further once she felt Jodi’s hands start in on her armpits. She wasn’t digging in, just lights scurrying her fingers around her hollows.

Adam instinctively tried to pull her arms down but her restraints held her fast. It was at this moment that a little bit of dread began to seep into her large exposed chest. she was truly helpless now, all Adam could do was sit there and take it. Her nipples felt like they would burst.

What could be better?

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-shit!” Adam giggled, squirming as best she could upon to bed to lessen the sensations at her feet and her pits.

“Nuh uh uhhhhh! Where do you think you’re going little woman?” Kris teased as she walked her fingers up and down her trembling feet.

“Eeeeheheheheheheheeeeeeee! Nooooowhehehehehehehehere!”

“That’s riiiight, baby girl. After all, you have no ID now that you are a sexy, wittle girl.” Jodi cooed. Her fingers were moving faster now, lingering just a little too long in all of her most sensitive spots , keeping her giggling toy on edge. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re allllllll ours.”

“Neeeheeee! Neheheheheeeeee!” Adam was twisting her arms this way and that, doing her best not to kick Kris in the face. her struggles were futile, of course. While her heart wanted this more than anything, the rest of her body had yet to receive the memo.

Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she felt Kris rolling her socks up to reveal her bare heels. Adam wished she’d had a little advance notice so she could’ve gotten a pedicure or otherwise make her feet more presentable. Despite her attentiveness to the feet of others’, she worried that perhaps she had neglected her own. she needn’t have worried.

“Such soft little feet! So soft and preeeetty…” Kris teased as she gently rubbed her heels. Adam blushed at the compliment and felt the muscles in her legs relax a little at her gentle touch. she wasn’t able to enjoy it for long, however, as seconds later Kris’ fingers were replaced by the soft kiss of a fluffy purple feather, one that Kris must have hidden away in anticipation of this exact moment. The touch of the feather against her heels was maddening, somewhere between an itch and a tingle. “So soft and ticklish and susceptible to coochie coos!”

“Oohohohohohohohohohohooooooo hohohohohohohohoooo! Naaaahahahahahahat thehehehehehehehehehe feahahahahahahatherssssssssseeeeehehehehehehehehehee!”

“This is Missus Giggleplum! Can you say ‘Hello Missus Giggleplum?’”

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehelllllooooohohohohohohoooooooooo Mihihihihihihihihihihihihihihissssssuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhussssss Gi-HI-hihihihihihihihi -“

Her salutation was interrupted by Jodi’s fingers jolting her pits. She brought her index and middle fingers together and began vibrating them against her hollows, almost as if she were operating the world’s smiliest defibrillator. Adam’s laughter spiked.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“What was that? Sorry I don’t speak ticklish. You’ll have to enunciate. Now, what were you saying?” Jodi teased, knowing exactly what she was doing. Adam’s nipples looked like they could cut glass.

“Ihihihihihihihihihihi wahahahahahahahahahahahahahasss sahahahahahahahahayyying hehehehehehehehehehehehehehellllooooooooohohohohohohohohohohohohooooooooo tooooohohohohohohohooooooooo Mihihihihihihihihihihihissssssshuhuhuhuhuhuhusss Gihihihihihihihihihihihihigggggglepluhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhum!”

Adam’s pussy was pulsating as she felt so full. She was close, so close to exploding. She’d never been so aroused, so helpless, so…happy.

“Nohohohohohohohohohohohohooooooo! I tahahahahahahahahahahahake ihihihihihihit bahahahahahahack! Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihi wahahahahahahahant ohohohohohohohout!”

“Out? Ouuuut? But we just started tickle girl!” Kris smiled, dusting her heels even faster.

“Yeah tickle girl! This is what you wanted! Poor baby can’t take her coochies!” Jodi sneered.

“Ihihihihihihihihihihihihi chahahahahahahahanged mihihihihihiyyyyy mihihihihihihihind!” Adam cackled as she thrashed and jumped about. she couldn’t lift her butt off the bed more than an inch or two. All she could do was bounce and twist around, much to the delight of her beautiful tormentors.

“Then we just need to tickle that mind away don’t we?” Jodi giggled, rubbing her armpits with open palms, rubbing and applying just the right amount of pressure to keep Adam a giggling mess while leaving her with enough air to speak.

“Eeeeeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeeee”

“Have you ever been tickled out of your mind, Adam?” Kris asked as she rolled her socks up even further, revealing her arches and most of her soles.

“Do you want to be?” Jodi followed up.

“Tell us.”

“Tell us you love it.”

“Tell us the truth.”

“Tell us.”

“Tell…”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!”

“C’mon baby girl, spill.” Jodi teased, bringing her fingers into the mix in concert with her feather. Her fingers raked down one trembling sole while the other was fluffed and teased gently, hot and cold.

“Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihiiiiiii doooohohohohohohooooo! I do! I doooooooohohohohooooooo!”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific tickle girl,” Jodi whispered in her ear, eliciting goosebumps from the red faced ticklee.

“What do you love?” Kris pressed, giving her sole a playful little lick that sent shockwaves up her legs.

“Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi lohohohohohohohohohohohohohove beheheheheheheheing tihihihihihihihihihihickled! Ihihihhihihihihihihihihihihihi lohohohohohohohohove ihihihihihihihihihihihihihit!”

“How much do you love it?”

“Mohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohore thahahahahahahahahahahan ahahahahahahahahahahanythihihihihihihing! Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Pleheheheheheheheheheheheehese stahahahahahahahahahap! Ihihihihihihihihi cahahahahahahahahan’t brehehehehehehehehathe! Hahahahahahahahahaha!”

For a moment, Jodi’s hands pulled away from her armpits. As the more aggressive tickler of the two so far, the retreat of her dexterous fingers allowed her to suck in some much needed air before devolving into giggles again under the care of Missus Giggleplum at her feet. Adam could feel Jodi repositioning herself above her.

What happened next would be replayed over and over again in Adam’s head for years to come. Working in perfect synchronization, Jodi placed her bare feet on either side of Adam’s reddening face at the same moment that Kris pulled the socks completely off her feet. The cool air on her newly bared soles made Adam feel even smaller and more helpless, she knew what was coming next, but the feeling of Jodi’s soft, bare feet against her face short circuited her brain. They were even softer than they looked, the toes just a little bit cold against her hot cheeks.

“Awww, look at the happy widdle cutie pie! We should’ve done this years ago!” Jodi smiled down at her, squishing her face affectionately between her soles.

“Better late than never,” Kris agreed.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jodi asked, affectionately tweaking Adam’s nose.

“Yesh…” Adam said, her words slurring from between her squished cheeks.

“Well be careful what you wish for…” Kris said, readying her hands.

“Because you just might get it…” Jodi finished.

In a flash the Evans sisters renewed their ticklish assault on their helpless victim. Jodi’s fingers darted for Adam’s ribs. Her fingers were splayed out on either side, pressing and wiggling between each and every sensitive spot. Not to be outdone, Kris targeted Adam’s toes. She began scratching at her sensitive stems with her short yet effective fingernails.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHIT! Shit shit shit shit shit shihihihihihihihihihttttttt! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAAAAAT!”

Perhaps she was caught off guard by such ferocity after an otherwise tender moment. Maybe it was the freedom that sometimes came from saying aloud what had up until that day, been unspeakable. Maybe it just tickled. Whatever it was, the dam finally burst. The laughter flowed out of her unimpeded by embarrassment or shame. Even if she weren’t being tickled, Adam would be grinning from ear to ear.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Awwwww, such a happy widdle tickle girl with such happy widdle feet!” Kris cheered as she leaned in to nibble on Adam’s plush heels, resulting in a fresh spike of laughter from her cackling victim.

“OHOHOHOHO SHIHIHIHIHIT! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Jodi, meanwhile, kept vibrating her fingers against Adam’s heaving ribs. She kept things light, playful, occasionally pulling her hands away before coming back for more, calling “Clear!” in-between “shocks” with her ticklish defibrillator.

Adam was laughing so loud that none of them, not even the Evans sisters — who growing up had trained their ears to the sound of the front door opening — heard their mothers return home.

“And just WHAT is going on in here?” A firm, feminine voice shouted from the doorway.

Standing there, drenched from the rain, were Robin and CJ. This was their bedroom. They’d always wanted children, but it wasn’t until they were nearing middle age that the country finally caught up with them. As a result they were often mistaken for Kris and Jodi’s aunties — or worse, grandmothers — at birthdays and school events growing up.

Robin still dyed her hair a convincing shade of red while CJ had elected to go gray naturally, but still had some pepper among the salt. Beneath her soaked yellow slicker, Robin wore a thick white wool sweater and a pair of dark jeans. CJ sported an old English fog coat topped with a navy bucket hat, darkened by the rain.

The kids were understandably surprised. Jodi practically fell off the bed while Kris scrambled to her feet. It was amazing how easily they regressed into teenagers again, getting busted for making too much noise. Adam, for her part, wanted to disappear. If this wasn’t her worst nightmare, it was pretty high up there. If she really had been dreaming the whole time, now would be a really good time to wake up.

“M-mom! You’re home…” Kris deadpanned, too shellshocked to do anything more than state the obvious.

“Road’s closed down. They don’t want anyone traveling in this storm. Who is this?” Robin had said it so casually, as if remarking on a passing bus advertisement. She didn’t seem at all alarmed by the trussed up girl in her bed.

CJ, for her part, was calmly taking off her coat. Only Adam seemed to notice, however, that she had removed the belt from the coat’s loops and was now wrapping it around her hand.

“Is this him?” CJ asked. “Is this the boyfriend, exposing to X-Change?”

“Yes!” Jodi and Kris chirped in unison. Upon realizing what they’d done, the duo quickly backpedaled. “I mean…no.”

“I see…” Robin chuckled as she stepped toward the bed. She looked down at Adam, whose pussy remained drenched, but thankfully was not leaking much more. she looked up at her nervously and did her best to look charming. “Adam, right?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

“Ma’am?” Robin repeated, amused. “You didn’t tell me she was such a polite young man, girls.”

“Oh, sorry, we can —“ Kris stepped forward to untie Adam, as if she had only just realized the scene her mothers had walked into.

Robin just held up her hand, stopping Kris in her tracks. She rested her other hands on one of the nylon stockings that held Adam’s ankles tight.

“I have to admit, you girls can tie a good knot. Strong. Enough to keep Adam in place anyway.”

“We can move,” Jodi chimed in, “we can take this to one of our rooms if you guys need to —“

“No, no…” CJ insisted, as if declining to let a guest help with the dishes. “That won’t be necessary.”

“In fact, we think this is the perfect time to offer you girls some instruction.”

“What do you mean?” Kris asked.

Adam looked to Kris, then to Jodi, seeking an explanation in their eyes. she found none. She’d never heard Jodi or Kris talk much about their mothers, at least not in specifics. They’d tell the story about the time their moms surprised them with a trip to Disneyland or the time they all had to squeeze in one bed when stopping by a sold out hotel on a roadtrip. But much to Adam’s horror, and quiet delight, she suddenly realized where the girls got their teasing streak from.

“She means that we need to teach you girls a lesson. We raised you better than this. Sit.” CJ calmly stated as she gestured to a set of high backed chairs.

“But we didn’t -“

“Sit.” CJ said firmly, her years of puppy obedience training seeping into her voice.

Jodi and Kris glanced at Adam apologetically, embarrassed, before taking their seats facing the bed. CJ silently walked behind the girls, fastening Jodi to the chair with the belt from her coat, and Kris to hers with a semi-damp scarf. While she busied herself with tying up their squirming daughters, Robin sat on the bed beside Adam. Where Kris and Jodi were petite and athletic, Robin was a mature woman with some heft to her. She’d have no problem pinning Adam down even if she weren’t tied up. She absently ran her hand over her trembling stomach, looking directly into her eyes as she tried to stifle the giggles that were already gathering in her throat.

“Please…” was all Adam could muster. her embarrassment had been overridden by her insatiable libido. she had, after all, been leaking and drenched for nearly a full hour now. The tension had yet to be released. As as she lay there under the steady, experienced hand of this mature woman, she felt herself stirring once more.

“How we lookin’ hon?” Robin asked, never once taking her eyes off the ticklish girl on her bed.

“Should be good. Let’s see…” CJ mumbled as she finished tying Kris’ hands to the arms of the chair with her scarf. She stood in front of Kris and gave her a reassuring smile before extending her index fingers and poking them into her hairless hollows.

Kris didn’t even bother attempting to hold it in. The minute her mother’s fingertips touched her armpits Kris began bouncing up and down in her seat, doing her best to wriggle away from her mothers probing digits. The arms of the chair were far enough apart to prevent her from closing off her armpits completely, while the scarf that bound her wrists was tied at both ends, resulting in a rope of fabric being pulled taut between them.

Adam couldn’t help but smile, it looked like Kris was riding a stationary rollercoaster. But of course, she wasn’t screaming on this ride.

She was laughing.

“Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! Moooooooohohohohohohohohommmmmmmmmmmm! Stahahahahahahahahahap! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!”

Robin nodded approvingly as she watched Adam’s eyes widen at the sight of CJ drawing the giggles from her daughter. Already her tent was starting to rise.

“And the troublemaker?”

“What? Why am I the tr-ohohohohohohohohohohohohoublemahahahahahaker! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

Now CJ was grabbing at her daughter’s stomach, poking and wiggling her fingers just below Jodi’s ribs.

“I wonder who’s more ticklish…” CJ mused, clearly enjoying her daughter’s ticklish laughter. “You girls…or your girl toy here?”

“Hihihihihihihihihihimmmmm!” Jodi squealed as CJ grabbed her knees.

“You sure about that?” Robin asked. “Because with your technique, I doubt you’d learn all that much. See, you spent so much energy tickling her, you have nothing left in the tank. Sometimes you have to go…slow…”

At that, Robin began drawing her claw-like hands around Adam’s stomach, patiently winding around and around her trembling stomach.

“Ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe….” All Adam could do was wiggle. Robin’s light but persistent touch was almost worse than Jodi and Kris’ assault. There was something about it that made her uneasy and impatient in equal measure. It was the deliberateness of it that put her on edge. Every now and then her fingers would make a wider arc, scraping against her lower ribs to make her jump. “Hehehehehehehehehehehehe…”

“Well don’t Bogart her, now…” CJ scolded as she stepped away from her bound daughters to take her position at the foot of her bed by Adam’s feet. “Let’s see what this girl can do…”

Instead of just going for her soles and toes, CJ took a similarly deliberate and delicate approach to Adam’s feet. She studied her feet for specks of lint and carpet fibers, picking them from her feet between her fingernails. It was torturous for Adam, who was now yelping between giggles. CJ didn’t follow a pattern that Adam could prepare herself for or otherwise predict, she just kept tweezing these little specks from her feet. It felt like a bug or fly that kept landing on her foot to ticklish effect.

It was torture.

“Ahahahahahaha-AH!-ahahahaahahahaaaa! Oh-HOH-ohohohohohohohohoho gahahaha-HAHAHA-ahahahad! Nohohohohohohohohoho! Krihihihihihis! Johohohohodieeeeee! Hehehehehehelp meeehehehehehehehe!”

But to Adam’s surprise, when she opened her eyes she saw that Jodi and Kris were far more intent to help themselves. Kris and Jodi’s nipples were as rock hard as hers, threatening to poke holes in their tops, while they kept rubbing their knees together. They were getting off on this! In fact, there was a good chance that they were enjoying themselves more than Adam was.

They were struggling against their restraints with a desperate vigor, but not in an attempt to free themselves. From the way they were struggling and pulling their hands toward them, it seemed to Adam that more than anything they wished to pleasure themselves. Instead they forced to watch as their mommies dominated the cackling object of their desire.

At least, Adam thought, they weren’t being tag-teamed and reduced to globs of ticklish jelly.

Which, of course, only served to arouse Adam even further.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa! Aha…ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa!”

“How well do you know this young lady, girls?” Robin asked as her index fingers circled Adam’s nipples to devastating effect. “Because we taught you better than to share so much of yourselves with a stranger.”

“Nohohohohohoh-fuck!-eheheheheheheheheehahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

“No matter how cute and tickly she is…” CJ nodded as she began bicycling her fingers up and down her trembling soles. “So…tell us about her. Other than she is a very ticklish, young lady.”

“Tell us and we might just let you join in on the fun…”

“Nahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!” Adam’s throat was getting hoarse, the muscles in her cheeks aching from laughter. “Krihihihihihihissssss! Johohohohohodi! Plehehehehehehehehehease! Dohohohohohohohohon’t tehehehelll!”

“SH-she has a foot fetish!” Kris blurted out, shifting forward and backward in her seat, desperately aroused.

“Does she?” Robin smiled, now teasing her fingernails around the outside of Adam’s quaking bellybutton.

“Is that true?” CJ cooed as she began tweaking Adam’s spasming toes. “That makes sense. Because she’s got very soft feet. So soft. And so…very…ticklish.” At this, CJ wrapped her lips around the big toe of her left foot, scraping her teeth along the tender base.

Adam went ballistic. Tears were leaking out of her eyes.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPPPPPPPPIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIITTTTTTT! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!”

“It’s true! SHe-she loves my feet.” Jodi chimed in. She’d resorted to bending down to nibble at her bindings. Not that it seemed to be working.

“She loves mine more!” Kris quipped.

“Does not!”

“How bout it, stud?” Robin whispered in her ear and her fingers crept up to her armpits. She twirled her armpit hair around her fingertips, eliciting fresh squeals from the girl. “Whose feet do you like best? Hm? Kriiiiiiiis’?”

“Or Joooooooodi’s?” CJ singsonged as she popped Adam’s toe out of her mouth and turned her attention to the one on the opposite foot.

Adam’s body flopped and twitched upon the bed as if she were receiving shock treatment. her eyes were wild with desire, her nipples pointing straight up, her pussy so, so close to leaking its contents. She’s never known such desire or suffering and her mind was vacillating wildly between the two.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIIIIII CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T CHOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOSE! PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP TIHIHIHIHIHICKLING MEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!”

“Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy,” Robin asserted as she took a gentle hold of Adam’s clit, poking through her boxers. She began circling her thumb along the slick, damp button, making Adam’s legs shake. “No pun intended…”

“UNNNNNNNNFFFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOHHHHHH GOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOD! NOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“C’monh,” CJ prodded, scraping her bottom teeth along the base of her big toe as she set her fingers to work on the arch of the opposite foot. “T’ll ush da trooth…”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIII DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOHOWWWWWW! PLEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEASE!”

“You’ve picked a stubborn one, girls.” Robin said approvingly as she released her grip on Adam’s nearly painful clit. “Anything else we should know about your ticklish little princess here?”

The seat cushions beneath Kris and Jodi were getting damp. The girls were not used to being denied in this way. If anything they were used to getting their way when it came to men, especially Adam. But now the sisters were worked up in a way they’d never experienced before, practically rabid. If they hadn’t been tied up they’d had flung themselves across the room to join their mothers in tormenting their ticklish prize.

“SH-she’s a sucker f-for baby talk!” Jodi shouted, struggling to be heard over Adam’s hysterical cackles.

“Yeah! Talk to her l-like a little baby! Make her feel really helpless a-and silly!” Kiss added.

“You mean wike dis?” CJ cooed. “Are the widdle baby’s toes a widdle tickawish?” CJ took a deep breath and pinched her big toes between her fingers. “Thisssss little piggy went to market…”

“Awwww, does the widdle girl wike it when da tickle mommies pway with her?” Robin cooed in her ear, her fingers still probing and scraping against her sensitive hollows.

The effect was instantaneous and violent. Adam wasn’t laughing anymore, she was screaming. her mind was in shambles, fried by the ticklish signals that now overwhelmed all her senses. her mouth hadn’t shut in nearly twenty minutes. her mouth was dry from laughter, her neck a concerning shade of crimson.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHONOOOOOOOO!”

“Thissssss little piggy stayed home…” CJ sang as she wiggled the next toe.

“Poor little tickle girl trapped in a house full of tickle monsters…”

“STAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPPIHIHIHIHIHIIIIITTTTTTTTT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!”

“Awwww, poor baby! Are you upset that thiiiiisssss little piggy had roast beef….”

“Such soft wittle skin in your little funny spots. Because that’s what your armpits are, funny spots. Can you say ‘funny spot?’”

Adam couldn’t say much of anything, think much of anything else aside from the verbal teases pouring into the ear and the sound of her own laughter. It was something separate from her now. As if it were someone else’s pleading she was hearing. She’d reached the point where she likely wouldn’t be able to spell her own name if asked.

“Or are you cwying because…thiiiiiisssssssss widdle itty bitty piggy had none?”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

She shook her head from side to side, screaming like a banshee, as Robin began to blow long, ticklish raspberries on her fleshy, quaking belly.

“I think I found another funny spot! PPPPPPBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRT! Oh the baby has so many funny wunny spots!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!”

“And dis widdle piggy went…weeeee weeeee weeeee alllllllll the way home! A tickle tickle tickle!” CJ unleashed on her soles, targeting the spots that really made her jump. There was a little spot on her left foot, just above her heel, and another on her left at the top of her arch.

“Awwww, I think she wikes it!” Robin nodded, smiling down at the hysterical blob that now panted and pleaded beneath their delicate touch. She leaned in again, pursing her lips and placing them just below her bellybutton.

“PPPPPBBBBBRRRRRRT!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The only thing keeping Adam conscious was the indescribable pleasure radiating from her diamond hard clit, nipples and leaking pussy. What concerned Adam most of all was the wanting. The need. She’d been edged and indulged the whole night, and worried she might pass out before she could come to fruition. Or return to manhood.

She needn’t have worried though, as it seemed Kris and Jodi had some experience with knots. If Adam’s mind weren’t mush — which it very much was — she might have registered the shifting of weight upon the mattress. she may have picked up on the faint smell of coconut, or the second set of hands joining on her feet.

As such, Adam nearly passed out when she realized that Jodi and Kris had joined in on the fun. They were talking about her, to her, their voices a mix of bratty taunts and babyish whines. But none of it registered. her vocabulary failed her. But when she opened her eyes, and saw that Jodi and Kris were now coaxing her rigid clit out from the slit in her boxers, she knew that he’d never been happier.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAAA!”

“Do you want to cum?” Kris asked as she reclined on the bed beside her to rest her hands upon her knees while holding her foot just above her face, tantalizingly out of reach.

“Do ya, baby girl?” Kris teased, gently blowing on her trembling pussy. “Do you wanna make spurties for da tickle monsters? Your first orgwasm as a girly? She placed her bare foot in the exposed leg of her boxers, touching her cold little toes against her mound.

“How about it kiddo?” CJ asked. She was holding her left foot in the crook of her arm, having realized it was the more ticklish of the two. She spidered her fingers over the ball of her foot patiently, never once slowing down as she spoke.

“C’mon tickle girl, do you wanna make cummies for mommy? PBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSSSS! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH FUHUHUHUCK GOHOHOHOD YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSSS!”

What happened next happened both very quickly and not nearly soon enough. Kris tickled the underside of Adam’s lips with her toes, delighting in the way her black nail polish looked when contrasted with her pale and trembling shaved mound. Jodi finally let her foot land softly on Adam’s face. she could feet the softness of her feet with her lips, inhaled the scent of her coconut body wash, which even now had begun to fade. CJ and Robin kept up their infantile taunts and teases, never once letting up from their ticklish assault.

“C’mon Adam…” Jodi pressed, tweaking her nose with her pink bubblegum toes, “don’t you wanna cum for us, girly?”

“Yeah baby, make cum cums for your mommies…”

To heighten the pleasure, Kris teased just beneath the entrance of her pussy with her fingernails. A light touch, perhaps the lightest Adam had known so far that evening. It felt as though a butterfly had landed on her entrance, giving the place where her pussy met her legs the softest of kisses. This, combined with the verbal onslaught of the Evans sister’s mothers and their ceaseless fingers was simply too much for the poor girl to take.

She erupted. The salty juices shot from her like a geyser. It was choked at first, halting, as though a panicked crowd were cramming through the emergency exit. The flood followed close behind, shooting freely from her squirting pussy. Pools formed on her chest and in her bellybutton, pleasure overwriting her already tickle-enfeebled brain. But because she was a girl, there was far more than a simple one.

When it happened, everything went white. Adam couldn’t hear her own orgasmic cries through the sound of her own pleasure. her body went rigid, eyes rolling back in her head. The less she moved the more pleasure she felt. And so she lay there, letting wave after wave of unbridled bliss wash over her, her lips never once leaving Jodi’s pillowy sole throughout.

When it was over Adam was aware of the dampness, both on her torso and beneath her on the bed. her body was glistening with sweat, her throat sore, voice shot. she was vaguely aware of her wrists and ankles being unbound, the gentle relieving of pressure. she could feel the warmth of Jodi and Kris on either side of her, their hands wiping away her tears, their lips against her neck and cheeks.

As she slowly came back to herself, she could hear CJ and Robin talking to their daughters in a tone that suggested they might as well be adopting a pet, if she agreed to keep taking X-Change.

“Well she certainly is a fun one.” Robin chuckled as she fetched a towel from the in suite bathroom.

“I couldn’t agree more,” CJ nodded, giving Adam’s foot a playful little tickle as she rose from her spot on the floor. “So, did she pass your test?”

“I don’t know. Kris, what do you think?” Jodi asked.

“A+” Kris answered.

“I wish we had a sticker we could give her.”

“We’ll just have to get some then, won’t we?”

“I must say, it’ll be nice to have a man around the house.” Robin said. “As long as you girls are okay sharing her, once she takes her X-Change.”

“Not just among yourselves, of course,” CJ added. “We’ll need our fix every now and then as well.”

“So, how about it, Adam?” Kris asked, giving her another affectionate kiss on the cheek. “Think you can handle it?”

“Being passed around by 4 tickle monsters can be a pretty tall order.” Jodi admitted. “But nobody will take better care of you.”

“We can guarantee it.”

Adam, having finally come back to herself, looked around the room through her tear blurred eyes at her tickle minders. Just the thought of it was enough to make her clit tingle again.

“Only one way to find out,” she smiled.

Ecstatic, Jodi and Kris peppered her with kisses while their mothers quietly slipped out of the room. There’d be time enough for them to play with their daughters’ new girl toy later. For now, they wanted to give their girls some privacy.

One thing was for sure, this was the start of a beautiful, ticklish arrangement.

Jodi reached for the closet. Kris squealed with delight. Adam stared in surprise. Two strap-ons. “Ready to really be a girl, Adam?” asked Jodi. Adam grinned. “I am yours.’ Kris smirked. “I call her ass!”