My name is Danny and, I'm a skinny 20-year-old who lives at home with my divorced mom and four sisters, all older than me. They all loved to pick on me. My mom, not so much, but my sisters love to give me crap. Don't get me wrong, they loved me, but they just liked to have fun and goof around. I was the butt of their jokes more than once.
A couple of examples of their "jokes" are once they locked me out of the house in just my underwear. Another time I fell asleep on the couch and they put makeup on me and painted my fingernails. But the worse thing they ever did was when I was around twelve years old, a girl I liked was over and we were doing homework. When her mom came to pick her up, we were saying our goodbyes when two of my sisters pulled my pants down and with it my underwear. I stood frozen and without pants in front of Danielle, the girl I liked and her mother. I turned and ran, but tripped over my pants still around my ankles. That's when they all jumped on me and started tickling me, even Danielle and her mom. They all laughed. I was so embarrassed. Finally, my mom told them to stop and I pulled my pants up enough to run to my bedroom. I didn't leave my room for two days. Needless to say, Danielle never came over again. Sure, my sisters got in trouble but not until my own mother stopped laughing.
One thing about living with so many people is that you have to share everything. Like the TV. Sure, we each have a TV in our room, but the big one is in the living room and if someone is in there you're out of luck. It's pretty much first come, first serve.
Before I tell you about what happened that day, let me describe my sisters. As I mentioned before, I'm tall and skinny. My sister's, with the exception of Jane, are all shorter and on the heavy side. They all have long, dark hair, big boobs and big butts. Jane is like an amazon, though. She's taller than I am and big. Not really heavy like, Candy, Cindy and Becky, my other sisters, but more solid if that makes sense. Like a dark-haired Brigitte Nielsen. Oddly enough, our mom is pretty average. Average height and weight.
Our mom has her own company and has to travel a lot for work, so it was just us kids at home. Jane also worked at lot, but would be home shortly. Anyway, the other three, Becky, Candy and Cindy were watching a marathon of the Batchelor or the Bachelorette or some such nonsense and they had been watching it all day. I mean for like four hours. I asked if I could watch something else and of course they said no. My stupid TV was broken and kind of old, but I didn't have money to get a new one, so I was stuck. I knew they'd never let me watch anything in their rooms, so I waited and plotted. Soon enough my chance came. Becky went to the bathroom, Cindy left to get a snack, so that only left Candy, who was distracted by her phone.
I grabbed the remote and changed the channel. I wanted to watch my own marathon. They were showing all Die-Hard movies in a row and I was intent on watching them all back-to-back. Plus, it was December, so it was fitting, at least for the first couple.
"Hey! Turn that back!" Candy shouted when she heard gun-fire. Not something that usually happens on the Bachelor.
"No way!" I replied. "You guys have been watching this all day, it's my turn now."
"Give that back!" Candy demanded, grabbing for the remote.
I stretched out my arms and said, "It's yours if you can reach it."
"What's going on?" Becky asked, walking in to find Candy trying to pry my fingers open.
"Is that Die Hard?" Cindy asked.
"Danny grabbed the remote and put on Die Hard and he won't change it back," Candy said, still trying to get the remote.
Becky and Cindy soon joined in and the three of them tried to get me to let go.
They were all hitting and pinching me, but to no avail. "Ha! I laughed. "Die Hard forever!"
"You're gonna die hard if you don't give me that remote," Becky said. To be honest, I was kind of scared of Becky. She's the crazy one in our family.
Someone, I didn't see who, reached down and tickled my armpit.
"Hey! No tickling," I said laughing. Unfortunately, I also loosened my grip on the remote and in fell to the floor.
"Got it!" Candy said, holding the remote like it was Excalibur.
"Now, it's time to punish him," Cindy said.
"Well, he doesn't seem to like to be tickled," Becky said.
"Tickle him!" Candy shouted.
Before I knew it my shirt, which had been torn in the struggle for the remote was removed and my sweat pants taken off, leaving me in only my boxer-briefs. Candy sat on my arms, Becky sat on my crotch and Cindy sat on my legs. Then they all started tickling me like crazy. I was thrashing around as much as I could, but was held in place by the three of them.
I was laughing and crying and trying to breathe. In the background I could hear Die Hard playing, so, on some level I considered this a win.
"Okay, stop for a minute," Becky said. "We don't want him passing out."
After they let me catch my breath, they started in again. They kept switching places, so I lost track of who was where. Whoever was tickling my feet had turned around and was now tickling my knees and upper thighs. They were really ticklish.
