Is It My Turn Yet? (m/m)
Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2024 10:20 pm
Is It My Turn Yet? (m/m)
This story is sort of a short follow-up to "A Door Opens" found here https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?p=169635#p169635 . Joe and Simon are back at it!
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It was boring summer day. Risk of violent thunderstorms had cancelled soccer practice that day, but not our sister Roxie's ballet practice. With Dad away on another of his long business trips and Mom attending Roxie's ballet practice, we were given two choices: either go along with Mom and Roxie to watch our sister and her fellow dance classmates practice, while the sky thundered outside, or stay at home and play video games (our parents trusted us to look out for ourselves). Simon and I obviously chose the latter, but not for the video games!
Ten minutes after Mom and Roxie left, sure that they hadn't forgotten anything and would be back for that, we got to work on Simon's favourite pastime correction, our favourite pastime now. Figuring that we had the whole afternoon, at least three hours, before they would be back, we decided we would take 30 to 45 minute turns being tied-up by the other. Simon would go first as being my prisoner. Simon always went first, which I found unfair, as it usually meant he'd be tied-up longer than me overall. But if I was to get any fun being the prisoner to my twin brother, I had to accept that. After all, I was the older one by a couple of minutes.
Simon and I donned our soccer outfits anyway--no point in letting them go unworn on a stormy day: matching bright yellow jerseys with blue sleeves and yellow trimming, blue shorts with yellow trimming, and bright blue knee-high socks with no other colours. Soccer and tie-up games, our two favourite sports. How fortunate that the same outfit could work for both!
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Simon had been tied up for nearly 30 minutes on his twin sized bed, in our shared bedroom, and I had just beaten the gaming console at soccer for at least the 8th time in row (this was the 1980s, and the console was an old Intellivision, not that much of a challenge by today's standards, despite the 'cheats' programmed in for the computer controlled team).
"My turn now!" I exclaimed with anticipation. I got up from in front of our TV to untie my brother (I know, a rarity that kids our age would have had a TV in our room, but it was an old TV and our parents had money).
"Nmph, nmph mmumph!" my gagged brother tried to exclaim through his gag, shaking his head 'no'.
"What do you mean no?"
His hands, tied above his head to either end of the headboard with white rope open and closed their fingers twice.
"Another 20 minutes! That's not fair! I'll be only tied up once before Mom and Roxie get back! I'm tired of playing video games."
Simon just shrugged as much as he could, spreadeagled to his bed. I swear I could see a large smirk forming on his face through the multiple layers of silver duct tape around his mouth.
"Mmumph mmumph mmickmph mimph" my brother tried to say through his gag (not stuffed, but I regretted that choice now, as perhaps he would have wanted out sooner had I gagged him with my our Dad's dirty socks). He then wiggled all his fingers while flapping his feet and then tried to point at them.
"You want me to tickle your feet?"
Simon nodded enthusiastically.
"For how long?"
Again he flashed his fingers twice.
"20 minutes? You're sure you can last that long?"
Once more he shrugged.
"Tell you what," I started, "I'll tickle you, but not just your feet, as that is just too boring. I'll tickle your armpits and ribs too, as well as the back of your knees. If you pee yourself, or you want me to stop, before the 20 minutes are up, I get to be tied up until Mom and Roxie's return; if you last the 20 minutes, I promise not to complain that I'll be only tied up 30 minutes and you get another go after. Deal?"
Simon raised one eyebrow, Spock-like, and after a few seconds, nodded and indicated two thumbs up.
I looked at our clock on our common nightstand between our beds and counted down to when the minute had reached 12. "Go!"
Simon started squirming and trashing about as I dug my fingers into his armpits. Muffled giggles came from that probably still smirking face under all that tape. I quickly ran my fingers several times up and down his ribs, causing his jersey to ride up and expose his belly.
"Want me to stop?"
My dear brother vigorously shook his head 'no'. I started to tickle his exposed belly, causing him to trash about even more, making the small bed give out creaking sounds. To limit the movement of his spreadeagled form, I decided to straddle him, sitting on his belly, facing him, fingers ready to re-dig into his armpits.
"Is it my turn yet?" I asked.
Simon shook his head 'no'.
"Okay, you asked for it."
Pinning his torso between my legs I redoubled my efforts to have him wish I'd stop, fingers digging vigorously at his armpits that were now as sweaty as when we actually get to play a match on the field. My brothers giggles and struggles intensified so much that his tape gag was starting to get unstuck. He was now able to enunciate clearly enough between giggles "I'll win this round Joe!"
"We'll see about that."
Determined to have him call it quits, or risk peeing himself, I repositioned myself by still straddling his torso, but this time facing away from him, my blue clad toes digging into his armpits and wiggling in their socks to tickle my brother, while my fingers were now free to find space and dig under his knees. Simon's jerks almost made me lose balance, but I held firm.
"Is it my turn yet?" I repeated.
By now, the tape gag had become completely ineffective and between giggles and breath catching, Simon clearly said "no! ... I'll ... win ... this!"
Quickly glancing back at the clock, I noticed that barely 10 minutes had past. But, before I could return to my ticklish brother's torture, I smelled it before I saw it, the unmistakable scent of pee.
I immediately got off my brother and proceeded to untie his hands. "I win!" I exclaimed. "My turn for the rest of the day!"
"Not so fast Joe," my brother remarked. "We have to clean up this mess before Mom and Roxie get home. We won't have time for another round."
I started to pout.
"Don't worry Joe, I'll get my revenge. Next time, it will be your turn!"
Mischievous grins formed on both our faces.
The End
such brotherly love. 
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