When I was younger (about 15) my dad was dating this chick Maria. Maria had a son named Michael. Michael was 17. He had a giant crush on me. He would stare at my butt all the time and stare at my chest when I wore low cut shirts. He would take pictures of me but deny that he was doing it. He was also quite cute but I never said anything about it.
Well one evening, my dad told me that him and Maria were going to go out on a date and that Mike (that's what I called him) and I would be alone until tomorrow afternoon. Mike and I agreed and they left after telling us the rules; no friends, no loud music, no messes, and to get along. So they left and Mike and I were left alone. I went to my room and changed into short black pajama shorts and crop top revealing my tan smooth stomach. I went into the kitchen and Michael was standing there with a bowl of flour and a piece of paper, "Mike, whatcha doing?" He looked up to see me in my little outfit and opened his mouth, closing his mouth quickly after. He stuttered, "Uh-uh I don't know...I was trying to make a cake...can you help me?" I agreed and took the instructions. I picked up the bowl of flour to move it but I accidently huffed out a breath and got flour all over him. He gasped and attempted to wipe it off, only making it worse. I couldn't help but laugh at the flour covering his hair and face.
He cocks an eye brow at me, "Are you laughing at me?" He questions as I try to hide it. I shake my head, "No" I squeak. He smirks, "Oh really. I think you are. I'll give you something to laugh about." I'm not sure what he means but I have the feeling that I should run. I put the flour down and ran to the hallway. He comes after me. He chases me until my only option was to go into his room. I push his door open and run to one side of the bed. He smirks, "Guess you're trapped now." I look for a way out and attempt to jump over the bed, only allowing him access to grab my ankle. He pulls me down to him and smirks yet again, "Hmm. This seems like quite a mess you've gotten yourself into." I struggle and try to get out of his grasp but I fail. He drags me by my ankle to one side of the bed. He reaches into his dresser and pulls out 3 stets of handcuffs. He handcuffs the ankle in his hand to the bed post. I stare at him dumbfounded. He takes the other ankle and does the same. I stutter, "Where did you get those?" He laughed, "Your dad and my mom do all sorts of things." I gag, "Ew." He nods, "I know." He reaches for my hands but I pull away from him, not going far since the bottom half of me is immobile. He cocks an eyebrow, "Gimme." "No." He sighs and grabs my hands quickly so I can't pull away. He brings them up over my head and handcuffs them together to the head board. I struggle against the restraints as he goes in front of me and stares at me, smiling. I begin to panic, "What are you going to do?" I ask. He comes closer to me and runs a finger along my bare tummy, "So...how ticklish are you?" I shiver under his touch. I was extremely ticklish, "I'm not." I lied. He ran his fingers up my side and smiled when I attempted to pull away, "I think that's a lie." He continues to run his fingers along my bare sides, smiling while watching me shake, trying to hold my laughter in. He sighs, "C'mon. You know you want to laugh." I deny it and shake my head. He shrugs, "You asked for it."
He begins to viciously tickle my sides and tummy. I can't hold it in any longer, "MIKE STOP. STOP. PLEHEHEHEHASE!" I scream while laughing. He laughs at me. I wiggle around, laughing and screaming. I buck my hips at him, trying to get him to stop. He climbs on the bed and sits on top of me, holding my bucking hips down. He continues to poke my sides, making me scream with laughter. The tears build up in my eyes. He scoots his butt down to my thighs and begins to rub small circles on my hip bones. I scream, not even knowing I was ticklish there, "MICHAEL! MICHAEL STOP PLEASE HAHAHAHAH MIKE STOP OH MAHAHAHA GAAAAAHAHAHAAAD." He doesn't stop, enjoying my pleads. He rubs deeper, making it tickle more and more. I had never been tickled like this. Sure, boyfriends of the past had squeezed my hips or poked my tummy but nothing like this. He has full access to everything, and the crop top exposing my tummy made it even worse. He began to make small circles around my belly button. I begin to move around but failing at preventing him from doing anything. His finger is dangerously close to my navel and I begin to buck. He dips his finger into my belly button and spins it around. I scream and laugh harder. He removes his finger and I begin to catch my breath. He turns around, his back facing me. I slam my head into pillow and squeeze my eyes shut. He starts squeezing the spot above my knees and I start kicking and screaming, "MIKE STOP. MY STOMACH HURTS STOP!" He doesn't listen and goes for the soft spot inside my thighs, squeezing the shit out of it. I laugh hard and try to kick harder but I can't. The tears are flowing now. He stops and stands up. I let out a breath of relief, "Thank you. Let me up please." He laughs, "I'm not done Leaf." I stare at him wide eyed as he heads for my feet. I scream, "NO MIKE! NOT MY FEET NO NONO." He ignores me and puts his hands on the bottoms of my feet. I jump and tense up, waiting for him to do something. He waits there, resting the warm palms of his hands on the bottoms of my feet. He begins to tickle the shit out of them, scratching the soles. I shriek and laugh loudly, "MIAHAHAHAHCHAEL STOP PLEASE!" He refuses and begins to tease me, "Awh. Is little Leaf ticklish?" I nod my head, "Yes! I am AHAHAHAHA I AM I AM STOP!" I bang against the handcuffs and continue to laugh and scream. He spiders his fingers along my feet, between my toes, up my legs, everywhere. He pulls back my toes and scratches the pads of my feet. The tears are flowing down my cheeks and I'm panting, "Mike pleahahahahaseeeee." He stops tickling my feet and stands up straight, waiting for me to catch my breath. He smiles, "I'm going to give you a word to say and if you say it, I'll let you go. Ok?" I nod quickly expecting the word to be simple and easy for me to say. He smiles, "I want you to say...supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"
Before I can protest he viciously tickles my sides and tummy again, moving up to my underarms and neck. I scream, "I CAHAHAHANT SAHAHAHAHY THAAAAAT MICHAEL!!!!!!" He laughs, "Sucks for you then princess." He bends down in front of me and licks his lips, staring at my tummy. I'm breathing hard and I'm not sure what he's thinking. Finally it clicks, "No. NO. Nonononono. Mike NOAHAHAHAH." It's too late. He puts his wet lips on my tummy and blows, giving me a raspberry. I squeal and wiggle around, "STOOOOOP!" I cry out. He continues blowing raspberries on me, "MICHAEL IM BEGGING YOU HAHAHAHA." He laughs, "Say it then. Say the word." He keeps tickling me merciless. I begin to cry from laughter and frustration. I scream with laughter as he tickles all over my body. He blows another raspberry when there is a knock on the door. I thank God as he gets up and walks to the door. He runs back in seconds later and takes off all of the handcuffs, letting me up. He laughs at my red face, "Mom and dad are home. And if you say one word about this, I swear I'll do it again...only worse. Got it?" I nod quickly and wipe my stomach of the saliva he left on it. I walk to the living room dazed. My dad is standing there with Maria, "Why home so early?" I croak, my voice cracking from screaming so much. My dad sighs, "There was a malfunction at the restaurant. We decided to just come home." I sigh, "Thank you." He cocks his eye brow, "Hmm?" He asks. I glance at Michael who's staring me down. I smile nervously, "Oh nothing. I think I'm going to go to bed." They all nod and I walk past Michael slowly. He smirks and squeezes my waist. I yelp and run away. Maria chuckles, "Weird kid you got there, John." She says to my dad. He nods, "I know." Michael laughs along with them.