The Deadly Giggle or Squeal

I have a very nice story I'd like to share and I hope you enjoy! When I was younger, me and my brother always tried new and fun things to do, even if it was just made up. But I'll talk about one specific game we played that I laugh about now.

  I was 12 at the time, and my brother was about a year older, at 13. When our parents weren't home, we created a game to pass the time. Each of us had to put on the same amount of clothing (usually a tank top, underwear, pajama pants). Next, we had to feel each other's bodies and searched for ticklish spots. If either of us flinched, giggled, or squealed, we had to take one article of clothing off. If we got to only our underwear, we would lose and the winner could tickle the loser for the rest of the day as much as they wanted.

 I remember one day we played this game. We both noodled and felt each other, rubbing backs, feeling each other's sides, even pulling our bodies close together like a hug, then feeling all over trying to make the other divulge his tickles. Finally, I flinched as he gently grazed my ribs. My older brother smiled mockingly, as I took off my shirt. But that was not the end of the game. We continued, and I managed to locate a ticklish spot on his hips. He giggled, then took off his shirt. We kept on, now tied in the game. 

 Looking back on it, it was very adorable. Two slim, smooth skinned, shirtless brothers pulling each other close and rubbing each other.

 Finally, I arched my back as he touched a sensitive spot just below my spine. I whined and took off my pants in defeat. He then smiled and pinned me to the couch, tickling away. I raised my arms up and laughed uncontrollably, squirming and trying to escape my certain defeat. 

I find that I enjoyed telling my story! I may tell more things about my childhood later!  

-Mark