The Ticklish Brotherhood - 16. The Playfulness Of Couples

"Ready to give, Jordy?"

"Nope, I still got a chance of winning, Lexie."

"Good luck with that, loverboy."

Thirty-year-old Jordan Giovanni and his soon-to-be wife were engaged in a playful wrestling match, which he was losing. Currently, he was pinned face down, with Alex straddling his waist and his upper body slightly arched as she pulled back on his arms.

"Ouch! Babe, don't pull so hard, I'm not a freakin' bendy straw."

The muscle-toned, sapphire-blue-eyed, blonde-haired, younger half of the Giovanni twins struggled to dislodge the curly-haired brunette. His sock-clad toes slid along the blue mat, searching for traction so he could get on his hands and knees. The pair was soaked in sweat, and the bare parts of their skin would stick together when touching. Jordan's manhood was rock hard and looked like it would bust through his purple basketball shorts, which didn't help his situation.

Alex changed position so that she was facing Jordan's feet, then wrapped her arms around his lower legs, close to his ankles, and trapped his midsection between her legs. She smirked because Jordan resorted to tickling her feet.

"You know that doesn't work on me."

Jordan grinned and said, "It was worth a shot, babe."

"However, you are not so fortunate, my sexy and ticklish future husband."

The smiling brunette grabbed her mate's left ankle and pulled the sock from his size twelve foot.

"Oh, shit! Lexie, don't tick..."

Jordan's statement was abruptly halted. Squealing, boisterous laughter replaced words, a direct result of five manicured, long fingernails rapidly running up and down his helpless pinkish soles. His free leg kicked as he fought for release, but there was no escape to be found. His laughter increased when his wife's toes wiggled along his sides and pressed into the soft area between his ribs. After close to three minutes of constant tickles, he admitted defeat.

"You win! I Give!"

Alex giggled and released her panting and giggling future husband. She moved up to his face, gazed into his sparkling eyes, and passionately kissed his soft lips. Jordan wrapped his arms around her as his tongue caressed her moist tongue.

Jordan grinned as he got to his feet, then grabbed Alex's waist, hoisting her over his shoulder.

"Put me down."

A sudden smack to her ass caused squeals to flow from the trapped twenty-nine-year-old woman's lips. Her waist-length curly hair flew as she whipped her head around, and her body rocked while her legs kicked in futility.

Jordan giggled and teased, "Trying to go somewhere, my love?" His eyes sparkled when he lightly stroked and gently pinched just above and below his girl's hip bone, which was a top-secret ticklish spot only known to him.

"Oh, fuck, not there," Alex shrieked. Her howling, boisterous laughter bounced off the workout room's walls.

"Who's the ticklish one now, huh?"

"You just wait till I get my hands on you."

"Good luck with that, babe. You're mine."

The playful blonde evilly laughed as he carried his mate off to their room for some more sensual and sexually stimulating playtime. An hour later, the sweaty and thoroughly exhausted pair lay in each other's arms, waiting for enough energy to return so they could get showered. "I love you," they said in unison before softly giggling.

While drying off, Alex said, "Well, at least I activated your age reversal gene, Jordy."

"Thanks, babe."

"It's not nearly as effective as when you fully let yourself go and are playful with your brothers."

"I know."

"You should listen to what Pappy said when he left, babe."

Jordan nodded his head and sighed.

"I know, this thought of not being straight if I get hard tickling and being tickled by my brothers is nonsense, and it does make me feel better knowing that Pappy gets aroused when he's being playful and tickled, but…"

Alex narrowed her eyes and invoked her "Gamma Cat" no-nonsense, not to be disobeyed tone of voice, and firmly stated, "But nothing, Jordan Giovanni. You have till the count of three to get your ass moving so that we can drive out to Mikey's, surprise him and Antboy, meet our new brother-in-law, and invite whoever can and wants to come to the castle for the weekend."

The sudden, forceful tone and the fierce, blazing glare of Alex's usually soft and loving eyes made Jordan shudder and cringe before hanging his head as tears dripped down his cheeks.

Alex softened her approach and added, "My love, you're not complete and haven't been in a long time. Jordy, you need to get back to being the playful and giggling Jordan Giovanni I met back in high school, the sparkly-eyed boy who loved to trap and tickle his brothers and enjoyed when he would get caught and tickled while playing the different games." She lightly stroked the soft locks of hair, then kissed her man's tear-streaked cheeks and said, "I know you talk to your Dad and Gamma because they visit me sometimes. They've told me that you need to reconnect with your brothers."

"I love every one of my baby brothers and miss being carefree with them like Aiden, and I really miss Mikey."

Jordan and Alex held hands as they leaned their heads on one another's shoulders.

"Will you go with me to Mikey's?"

"Of course I will. I miss Mikey also." Alex giggled and added, "Go, do your twin communication thingy with Aid."

Jordan closed his eyes as he went into a trance and telepathically connected with Aiden. The twins' spirits hugged and kissed when they met on their mental plane. Aiden became giggly and excited about hearing Jordan's plan to show up with Alex to surprise Anthony and Mikey and kidnap them to the castle for the weekend. While communicating, Aiden told Jordan about Dakota, their new nephews, and talked him into playing their trick. Aiden purposefully didn't mention that their new brother could tell them apart. It brought Aiden tears of joy when his twin told him he was ready to be the fun, playful, tickle-loving, and carefree Jordan the family knew was still in his heart and soul.

*****

"Kota," Mikey hollered, stretching out the name while his body sailed through the air and landed on the bed. Wide-eyed, he squealed and tried to roll away from the incoming body but wasn't quick enough. His body bucked and squirmed under the weight of his heavier and stronger mate.

"No escape for the little pale-faced boy," Dakota said, playfully using broken English.

Mikey was about to respond, but instead of words, howls of laughter exploded from him because of the devious fingers wiggling and kneading between both sides of his rib cage. His back arched as his head flew up and down, his legs and the tops of his feet pounded the fluffy mattress, and his upper body writhed side to side. The raven-haired tickler stopped the ticklish assault. His soft brown eyes shone brightly and sparkled, and his heart overflowed with love for his complete soul mate. He rolled onto his back, pulled his husband's body on top of him, and wrapped his arms around the taller and more muscular man's upper body and his legs crossed, resting on the firm, taut ass cheeks.

"Mikey, you are the epitome of inner and outer beauty, physical and emotional strength, and most importantly, a loving heart bigger than your body and mine."

Tears formed in his eyes from the sentiment and emotion of his lover's statement as Mikey buried his face in the warm, firm chest under him and kissed the lightly tanned flesh. He slightly opened his mouth, then gently licked and nibbled on the darker-colored erect left nipple of his mate.

"I love it when you do that, babe," Dakota whispered.

The raven-haired part Irishman's eyes glazed over as a low, husky moan resonated from deep in his gut and floated into the room's atmosphere, making him shiver because of the warm, moist tongue licking circles around both nipples. His head tilted back, exposing his neck, which his playful boy decided was the next spot to be nibbled and tasted. At the same time, the pronounced Adam's apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed.

Breathing became labored for both men as their jeans-clad enlarged appendages fervently humped each other.

"You're the only one who can get to me like this. I love you, my warrior angel."

"I feel the same thing about you. Love you, too, brave warrior of mine."

"Mikey, I'm so freakin' close and need to be inside the man who created my dreams.

"My thought's exactly, my brave warrior. I'm ready for you."

*****

"I love this house, babe," Aiden exclaimed as he and Mattie toured the home.
It's got lots of natural light that would be perfect for some indoor plants," Mattie observed while making notes on his phone.

Aiden pulled a length of rope from his back pocket. The grinning blonde waited till his husband was distracted by mentally decorating the living room. As soon as the phone was safely on an end table, he grabbed the shorter man's left and right wrists, pulled them behind his back, and tied them together.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

Mattie squirmed and giggled as he tested the knots, which wouldn't loosen.

"You'll find out soon, my beautiful mate.

The blonde scooped the restrained male into his arms and carried him into the master bedroom, where he gently placed his husband on the queen-sized mattress. The shorter man jumped and squirmed while he squealed and giggled when his lover lightly tickled his lower stomach just before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and pulling them from his body. After removing his clothes, the unrestrained man played with his boy's sock-clad feet, which resulted in boyish giggles. Next, the socks were removed, and giggling filled the room once more when the freshly bared soles were tickled and licked, and ten toes were suckled. The young men's cocks were stiff and leaking precum, then after his wrists were freed, Mattie and Aiden got into a sixty-nine position, and they lovingly caressed each other's warm, soft skin while sucking one another's manhood to achieve their desired orgasm.

*****

When their energy returned, Mikey and Dakota shared a long, steamy shower that included some extra attention being paid to certain ticklish spots that led to squealing and giggling, followed by the hardening of two lengthy appendages, which, of course, had to be relieved of the thick, creamy protein-rich substance they contained. As they were drying off, Dakota's phone rang.

"Hello! This is Dakota Buckingham-Carter."

Mikey walked past his husband, playfully smacked his husband's bare ass, then giggled when it resulted in his mate's yelp, his cricket-like jump, and the glare that followed. He slipped on a pair of dark blue jeans, walked into the closet, chose a light pink long-sleeved shirt with mint green sleeves, and pulled it on. He stopped at the dresser and pulled out a pair of white ankle socks with gray toe and heel patches. The brunette sat on the bed, worked some witch hazel into his bare feet and toes, and put the socks on.

Dakota ended the call, then the tan-skinned brunette dressed in a pair of tan khaki's, a yellow long-sleeved polo shirt, and after putting witch hazel on his feet, a pair of black ankle socks decorated with grinning skulls. Not wanting to let his childlike husband's assault on his ass cheeks go unpunished, he jumped onto the bed, pinned the giggling and squealing man face down on the mattress, and straddled his captive's waist.

"Thought you'd gotten away with smacking me, didn't you?"

Mikey squeaked when his jeans-clad ass was spanked while struggling under the weight of his chuckling captor and kicked his legs.

"You're sooo gonna be dead when I free myself."

Dakota laughed and dug his wiggling fingers between his husband's ribs.

"Oh shit. No fair."

Mikey's wild laughter bounced off the bedroom walls as his body squirmed and thrashed.

"Mikey, stop tickling your husband. I need him for a minute next door," Aiden said while chuckling and leaning on the door frame.