Ask Jake!

He glances back at her, which was a mistake on his end. She was now pouting at him, her lip wobbling a bit, and he didn’t think she was faking it. “Hey hey hey, shhh, it’s okay, Trin,” he soothes, his big brother mode shifting into overdrive. Jake sits up in the beanbag and cradles her close to his heart. “Of course I’m not mad, hon, I can never stay mad at you.”

“Do you promise?” She asks softly, resting her head against his chest. “Y-you looked so annoyed- I-I thought you hated me.” There was a voice crack in her sentence, and it was followed by a sniff. 

Jake mentally cursed himself out for scaring her so bad as he wiped some of her tears away. He takes his wicked shades off, resting them on top of his head. “Trin, there’s nothing you could ever do to make me hate you, okay? Even- b-breaking my shades- though I’m gonna trust that you’re not gonna try that now.” 

She sniffs and nods, a small smile forming out of pure relief. He swore he could feel his heart melting.

“There’s that smile,” he coos, nuzzling into her cheek. It causes her to giggle softly, which only makes his heart melt more. He keeps nuzzling until he could see her tail lazily wag and feel her quietly purr against him.

“Trin,” he says softly once she was calm enough. “As much as I’d like to let this mistake pass, we should talk about what happened.” 

The little Mendel’s tail slows to a stop and she nods, looking away guiltily. “I was hoping we wouldn’t-.”

“I know. I’ll make it a quick lecture, okay sweetheart? Then we can get into the cheer up/punishment tickles.”

She seems to mull this over in her head, as if weighing the pros and cons. She soon rests her head next to his heart and turns on her side, nodding. “Okay,” she says. “That sounds really nice.”

“Why did you start lying so much, kiddo? You know it can hurt people when you say something that isn’t true to them.” 

“I know,” She hesitantly nods. “It’s a bad habit, I guess. I’m sorry.”

“It’s- fine now, Trina really. I just want to know what happened- what the source of this habit is.”

She suddenly found Jake’s paw super interesting, starting to play with his fingers as she answered. “Do you promise you won’t be mad or disappointed?”

“I promise,” he says, offering her his pinkie. 

She wrapped her paw around it and shook, her little ears flat against her head again. “It was Adam and Jason.”

His heart leaped into his throat, though he tried to not show his fear. “...them??” He asks, his worry doubling when she nodded. “H-how??” 

“Uhm...I don’t really remember,” she lies. “It was a month ago, I’m sorry.”

Her brother sighs again, running a paw through his hair and making sure to not knock off his shades. He nods at her response, gently turning her to her back. “I’ll have to talk to them about it then,” he says. “But please stay away from them, sweetie, they’re dangerous. You remember what happened last time?”

“I do,” she mutters. “I’ll try harder to stay away from them, Jakey.”

“Good,” he smiles, trying to quell the fear that was bubbling in his chest. It seemed both he and Trina needed a distraction right about now. He tries to shake the thought of those two out of his mind, wiggling a paw above Trina’s tummy. “Now that that’s settled~,” he says, grinning at the squeaky, anticipatory giggles that left the little orange fuzzball. 

“Jahahahake,” she whines, unable to keep her eyes off of his paw. “Nohohoho teahahasihihihing!”

“But teasing’s half the fun!” He argues back, suddenly digging into her ribs. Two of his paws expertly scritch over the small ribcage, playing it like a piano. He reveled in Trina’s scream of shock, then her stream of giggles that came after it, mainly just happy to hear her dorky little laugh again. “Besides, these are partially for calling me a demon. I don’t think you’re in much of a position to tell me what to do, little lee~.”

She whimpers and squirms in his arms, trying to give him puppy dog eyes. They don’t last very long though. A few gentle pinches between her ribs makes the little tickle monster squeal happily and laugh harder, closing her eyes out of habit.

“Awww, just look at you~! Already a pile of giggly puddy in my arms! I thought I’d have to work harder for that~,” he purrs into her ear. 

She weakly tried to push him away, though he quickly caught her paws and pinned them above her head. “No no nohohoho, Jake-” “You know the rules,” he shrugs, squishing her sides and making her fall into another heavy giggle fit. “No hiding that cute precious smile or your adorable laughter from me~.” He pinches the area between her sides and hips, which causes a high pitched squeal to leave her. The oldest tickle monster chuckles a little, doing that a few more times before moving onto her hips.

“F-fuhuhuhuhuck-” Trina blurts; though the air around her after she said that suggested she regretted it immensely. Unfortunately for her, Jake wasn’t feeling too merciful. Judging by the way his ears were perked up, he had already heard her little slip-up. He stares Trina down, two paws hovering over each hip; claws unsheathed. 

“What was that, lil’ homie?”

She audibly gulps, giggling out of both fear and excitement. “N-nothing?”

Jake tsks, shaking his head. He digs into her hips again, the extra paws tickling all over her little tum. “You know it’s not right to lie, Trina~.” 

If she thought the tickles before were bad, this was so much worse. His claws felt like a million tiny hair brushes against her vulnerable little self, and with each extra scritch she entered a new level of laughter. Even as she tried to wiggle her hips or suck her tummy in, the claws seemed magnetically attracted to her tickle spots. 

He moved rapidly from up to her ribs to down to her little bappers, making sure not a single spot was left un-tickled. For her ribs, he scritched each little bone as carefully as he could, and easily wiggled his claws in between the bones at random. Despite his waring to stay still or he’d have to re-count, this always sent a ticklish shock throughout her entire body, causing her to squeal loudly through her laughter and try to wiggle away.

Once he got bored of her ribs, he moved to her sides and hips. He easily clawed over each a couple times, adding a claw each time he did so. Once he reached five claws on one side, he would rapidly squeeze that side and coo at her reactions. 

“Awwww, you prefer the slow scritchies instead of the squishy squoos~?” He asked at one point, watching her heavily lean into the more gentler yet more maddening tickles. “I thought you hated this tactic~ were you lying about that too~?.”

At one point he started squishing both sides mercilessly, which caused the little Mendel to cackle her little heart out. She tried to squirm away, but each time she just squirmed into another squish. “Poor widdle baby~,” he brother teased, nuzzling behind her ear as well. “You just can’t avoid the squishies, huh Trinny~? It’s almost like you wanted to get wrecked, since you keep trying to squirm into them~.”

When she sounded out of breath, he decided to move to her tummy. He rubbed circles into her sides as he nuzzled at her stomach, feeling her melt under the touch. Trina’s purrs slowly but surely amped up until she sounded like a little motor boat. Her tail was going so fast that it was making her entire body wiggle slightly.

Jake smiled softly, using his extra set of paws to scritch behind her ears. “You having fun, kiddo?”

“M-mhmm,” she says, getting a dazed look in her eyes.

As cute as he thought she looked in her peaceful, blissed out state; he also knew that they were both ready for him to continue at a moment's notice. So, he waited about a minute longer before digging into her little thighs. 

If her shriek wasn’t loud enough to alert anyone outside of the cave, her following cackles certainly were. The fact that Jake was alternating between squeezing, clawing, and scritching was just making it ten times worse for the little monster. “NAHAHAHAHA- DOHOHOHOHON’T-”

He ignored her, placing two of his paws on each of her thighs, each one using a different tactic that drove her up the wall. “Poor baby,” he sighs dramatically. “If only you weren’t so insanely ticklish, or maybe if you didn’t have the cutest laughter in the entire world, I wouldn’t be wrecking you right about now~!”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T HEHEHEHELP IHIHIHIHIT!” She tries to say, getting tired from all the squirming she was doing.

”Well duh~! But even if you could control it, I bet you’d keep your tickle tickle tickleishness at this level so you can still get wrecked to tears every day~.” He starts to knead her thighs like fresh dough; though he kept his ears up so he could hear the safe word if needed. “In fact, I have a feeling that you lied about all this on purpose, because you knew one of us would tickle you until you could barely stand it anymore~.”

The deep red blush spreading across his sister's face was all the confirmation he needed. Tsking at her antics, he flipped one of her ears over with his snoot so she was forced to hear the teases better. “Is that in, Trinny~? Were you just in a horrible lee mood~?”

The baby whined and shook her head. By now, the thigh squishes had died down to a more tolerable rate so she’d be able to answer easier. She remained stubborn though, trying to look away from him. “M-maybe-”

“Maybe’s not gonna cut it, hon. I need a yes or a no~,” he prompts.

She decides to stay silent, biting her lip and hoping he would let it go. Unfortunately for her, he wasn’t that kind of ler.

“Okay, you wanna play hardball huh?” He asks. Jake pulled away and decided to make the tickles all the more worse by moving the two paws on her hips up to her arms. He traced up and down her little biceps, sometimes getting extra close to her hollows, then moving his finger back up to her inner elbow. He also started to scritch just at hertop ribs with his thumb, knowing exactly how insane it was all driving her.

At least, for the moment, she could focus on the paws at her tummy instead. They were alternating between kneading at her little baby chub and digging into her lower belly, where her giggle-button was. However, that didn’t last for much longer.

He moved his last two paws under Trina’s middle arms, using the same tactic he was doing on her first set of armies. To top it all off, he rested his snoot on her tum and waited.

After a minute passed, Trina started to whimper softly. The anticipation tingles had somehow grown to the point where they felt like they were tickling her all on their own. “J-Jakeyyy-” she whines.

He blinks at her, though it couldn’t be seen. “Yeah? Something wrong~?”

“P-please d-don’t make me,” she tries to plead, whimpering softly again.

He just smirks, making his touch lighter.

She whines, the tingles driving her insane by this point. “O-Okay! Okay!! I did s-some of that because I wanted to be ti-tiggled by you. P-please-”

Jake was gonna question what she meant by ‘some’, but he could also sense that his sister was about to cry out of frustration. He moved all four paws to the center of each pit and shrugged. “I suppose I’m satisfied for now.~” With that, he mercilessly dug into each of her weak spots, letting her arms go. 

It’s not like she could do much anyways; the claws digging away at her sensitive hollows had her screaming and shrieking louder than she had been before throughout this entire session. All she really could do was instinctively try to protect the spot, though that was difficult considering Jake’s claws were already there. 

He keeps cooing at her, eventually digging into the deeper part of her armpits. The feeling was so bad that she was only able to scream one last time before her cackles went silent and she went limp against his arm. 

That was his signal to stop and rub the tingles away, kissing her little head. “You okay pumpkin?”

She nods, using the sign for water as she tries to recover.

He grabs a couple water bottles from one of the mini fridges they have around the cave then settles into his beanbag again, scritching behind her ear as she drank. 

“...can we nap now-?” she asks once she was done, already loafing on Jake’s stomach. 

He nods, though his thoughts contradicted his actions. As much as he wanted to rest with her, his nerves from what she told him were keeping him up; though he didn’t want to say that and make her feel bad for telling the truth. As he grabs a blanket for her, he decides that, even if Jason or Adam were to find their way in here again, one of his siblings would probably wake him up. 

He looks over at Tori and Tara, watching as Tori hugged her sibling tight and nuzzled against their ear, all while Tara was cackling softly and trying to get away.