>>89541
Oh, I got one of those alright, been meaning to talk about it for a while actually:
Older cousin used to babysit me when I was little, and her idea of how to do it was apparently just tickling the shit out of me on a regular basis. I must've been around 8 or 9-ish, and she must've been about 15. She'd sit me on her lap and hug me with her arms wrapping around me and digging into my ribs and my sides, she'd grab a hold of one of my feet in between her legs and drag a nail up and down my sole behind her, or just straddle me and straight up let me have it anywhere she could reach. And I would be fucking losing it man, I was a very ticklish kid lol. Even back then when I didn't really understand what a fetish was I remember liking it though, so I never complained. There was nothing coy about it either, I don't think anyone thought it was strange. As a matter of fact, I have this very vivid and strangely arousing memory of my parents picking me up and her saying goodbye to me, promising right in front of them that next time she'd tickle me so bad I'd pee my pants, and my heart leaping up to my throat because I was so excited I couldn't wait haha.
Now, to be fair to her, the aftercare of all that tickling involved her letting me get back at her, and that shit was the bomb man lol. She'd lay on the bed or couch or whatever and put her arms up and try her best not to stop me as I went to town. I'd tickle her as hard as I could and she was really fucking ticklish too, so it was quite a challenge, but she never fought back, just squirming and twisting to try and protect her most sensitive spots from my evil little fingers as she lost her shit. Good times, dude, good times.
Honestly, it's one of those things that (jokingly) ruined me as a child, lol. Imagine growing up with a cool older cousin that seems to take great pleasure in tickling the living shit out of you and teasing you about how ticklish you are, and also lets you get a taste of what overpowering someone else with tickles feels like, and NOT growing up to love that shit lol. I never had a chance (and that's a good thing).
Now, I'm a rational adult, so I realize she probably just figured the best way to deal with the little brat she had to take care of was to tickle the crap out of him until he was too exhausted to cause trouble, and then to let him tickle her in return so he wouldn't go crying to his parents about how his cousin was mean to him.
But a part of me does wonder sometimes, you know? Was there something else behind this unusual fixation of her? I honestly don't know how to feel about it, but it is strangely exciting to consider it. We haven't talked in years now as adults, so I don't expect to bring it up in conversation any time soon, I do think about it sometimes.