It was going to be my sister's twentieth birthday the next day and for some reason she decided that she'd have a couple of her friends stay overnight, sort of getting a jump start on the festivities.
It was a hot day and expected to be a warmish night and my sister and her friends were dressed accordingly. Or, from my point of view, under-dressed, accordingly. Not that I was complaining, mind. Her two friends were very attractive young ladies, neither one of whom I'd kick out of my bed if I chanced to find them there.
The girls were noisy, chatting and clowning around. They'd all had a drink or two and were feeling quite happy. Eventually they all retired to my sister's room, but not to sleep. I could hear music playing, loudly, and there was a lot of squealing and giggling going on.
Now I am not a spoil-sport. I was quite prepared to let the young ladies have their fun and just hoped they'd eventually quieten down so I could grab some sleep. I figured that this would probably happen by midnight so I just hopped on the 'net and idled some time away thereon.
My problem was that the noise level from Kathy's room seemed to be escalating. On top of the loud music, there were screams and squeals and much laughter. They were getting loud enough that I figured they'd soon be disturbing the neighbours. If the parents were home they'd have leaned on Kathy a little and made her tone it down. Seeing they weren't, I guessed the task fell to me.
I rapped on Kathy's door and was ignored. I knocked again, loudly, and was ignored. Whatever they were up to they were too pre-occupied to pay attention to little things like answering knocks on the door. So I went in.
Let me describe the scene to you. There was my sister, Kathy, effectively twenty years of age and, even if it is her brother saying so, stacked in all the right places. She was also wearing a matching bra and panties set. I know they matched because she didn't have anything else on. No big deal as far as I was concerned. She was my sister and I'd seen her running around in her undies for twenty years. (Less one day.)
Also there, was Naomi. A few months younger than Kathy, quite pretty and just as nicely stacked. I was able to make a pretty fair judgement of this as she was also dressed in matching bra and panties and nothing else.
The third young lady was Suzy. Not sure of her age but I thing she fit's in somewhere between Kathy and Naomi. I had always considered her the prettiest of the three women, but that may have been because I'm partial to blondes. I have a couple of problem right now in describing her. It's hard to say how stacked a young lady is when she's flat on her back as her breasts tend to flatten out. I did notice that Suzy had plenty of breast to flatten. Neither could I say if she was wearing matching bra and panties. This wasn't because she had a dress on but because she didn't have a bra on. Not that I minded that little detail.
Oh, yes. One other little detail where Suzy was concerned. She was wearing a strap of some sort on each arm that tethered her to the bed.
All three looked at me with various degrees of consternation. Then Kathy started yelling. How dare I come barging in to her room like that? Didn't I have the common decency to knock? Was I a pervert, trying to catch them undressed?
I held up a hand, trying to stem the flood of words so I could slip in a couple myself. Eventually Kathy slowed down and stood there, glaring at me.
"I knocked," I politely explained. "A couple of times. You were making too much racket in here to hear me. I wanted to tell you to tone it down a bit or you'd have the neighbours complaining, especially him," I added, jerking my thumb towards the place behind us. A chronic whiner lived there.
"If I was trying to catch you naked," I went on, "it looks as though I very nearly succeeded. I didn't know you went in for bondage."
I nodded to where Suzy was red-faced and wriggling on the bed. It didn't help her much. She was flat on her back with only a little pair of panties to shield her modesty.
"We were just mucking around," protested Naomi, going red. "We were tickling her, that's all. Suzy was saying that she wasn't ticklish and we couldn't make her react."
"It all depends on how and where you tickle," I said, sounding as though I was giving the thought some consideration. I strolled over to the bed and looked down at Suzy.
"Don't you let him touch me," she squealed. "Untie me. Now."
"No," I said, contradicting her order. "Leave her for a few moments. Now let me see. Did you try here?"
Armpits are generally ticklish. Suzy's were at any rate. Perhaps because it was me and not one of the girls doing the tickling. She squealed and bucked, trying to wriggle away from my touch.
"See," I said. "It's easy. Did you try her lower ribs?"
I sat on the bed and dug my fingers into Suzy's ribs, hitting that spot right at the bottom of them. A second bingo. Suzy's whole body jerked into the air as she bounced on the bed, squealing. It was a good thing that the music was loud enough to help drown out her squealing.
Kathy and Naomi were giggling and stirring Suzy up. Suzy was wriggling and begging them to let her loose. This whole thing was so embarrassing.
