TICKLED PINK

 

 

            One warm evening, Arch's wife Emma (formerly Hutto), sat with the Forrester men in the main cabin, talking and laughing, long after Mr. and Mrs. Forrester had gone to bed.

            "I recollect the first time you come to meet us, Emma," Buck said. "You was sich a scairt leetle thing."

            "I was jest shy," she pretended, her eyes twinkling.

            "Oh shore," Mill-wheel chuckled. "Iffen you'da been any shier, we'da had to peel you offen the ceilin'."

            "Well, what'd you expect?" she teased. "You-all come on like you ain't never seed a gal afore. Course I was nervous."

            "Nervous?" Pack grinned. "That what you call that? Well, you was 'nervous' afore we come on to you like that."

            "That's right." Arch sided with his brothers. "I near 'bout had to drag you here."

            Emma pouted playfully at him. She dared to say, "Course. Oliver had warned me 'bout your rough ways."

            Arch's eyes narrowed calculatingly. " Speakin' o' your cousin, now let's see, what was it he used to do to you when you-all were young uns?" His eyes lit, feigning anger. He reached out and tickled her ribs.

            Emma gasped and doubled over in laughter.

            In feigned wickedness, Mill-wheel suggested, "Now iffen I was as ticklish as you, gal, I'd not risk teasin' us that-a-way." With a quick glance at Arch, seeking and receiving consent, Mill-wheel joined in on the tickling, nearly making her shriek.

            A playfully naughty expression came to Buck as well, as he said, "Oliver and Jody used to gang up on you and tickle you. So reckon you're used to bein' ganged-up-on." He reached to do his part as well. Emma slid from her chair and dropped to her knees in convulsive laughter.

            Grinning, Pack also gave in to the irresistible urge to participate.

            By this time, Emma was on the floor, writhing and giggling helplessly.

 

            A bit later, as Arch and Emma lay in bed, she was still giggling slightly as he held her.

            "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked good-naturedly.

            "Hit was fun," she admitted. "But, how did you feel 'bout Pack and Buck and Mill-wheel doin' that to me?"

            "Fine. Why not? They's my brothers."

            "I jest wanted to make sure, 'cause it felt a'most...intimate."

            He tried to look at her in the dark. "Now I wonder iffen you minded. Are you objectin'? I kin tell 'em...."

            "No, no!" she hastened. "I ain't objectin' at all! In fact, I...."

            "What?"

            "You'll git riled."

            "No, I'll not," he replied matter-of-factly. "Tell me."

            "Well, I found myself thinkin', whilst it was happenin', that iffen my skirt was to slide up, from all the rough-housin', I'd not mind."

            "Really?" He was intrigued.

            "Well, 'ceptin' for the fact that Lem and Gabby was watchin'; that made me a mite uncomfortable. But iffen they ain't been there...."

            "Yes?" he prompted in a teasing tone. "Iffen them two ain't been there watchin', what would you want to happen?"

            "Uh..., you sure you ain't riled?"

            "Do I sound riled?"

            "No. You sound like you're makin' fun o' me."

            "Now I ain't doin' that. Hit's jest so cute the way you say things. You've been my wife for a coupla months, and yit you still talk so innocent...."

            "What I'm thinkin' ain't innocent."

            "I figgered. So why cain't you jest say what you want?"

            "I have this awful feelin' you've a'ready guessed."

            "Why's it awful? You don't want I should know? But I thought you was tryin' to tell me...."

            "Oh, Arch, I reckon you have guessed, and I figger at least that spares me havin' to say it. And I don't mean no harm by it. Hit's jest that them three..., well, they're so much like you! And I love you so much! Hit'd be like havin' you become four people! And havin' all four o' you all touch me at once...!"

            "Finally! Now see? 'Twa'n't so hard to admit what you want, was it? But now here's a question: iffen I set it up, you'll not git scairt and back out?"

            She blinked in the dark. "You'll...you'll set it up? Arch, you make this sound so...routine!"

            "Honey. My brothers ain't my rivals. They'd not come between us. And it ain't like we never shared a gal afore. There was this leetle Jessica.... Afore I met you," he hastened to add.

            She was flabbergasted "You-all...shared her?!" She felt him nod beside her.

            "She wanted it; we ain't forced her. That was all six of us. Now, that's somethin': you say you wanta leave Lem and Gabby out? That's a mite trickier. But we kin manage, I s'pose."

            "Yes, well, I'm still a mite afeered o' Lem. And Gabby, well, he ain't too bad, but he jest ain't...."

            "I understand. We'll find a time when them two's gone off."

            "Arch! You make it sound like we're really gonna do this!"

            She felt his stare in the dark. "Emma. You don't sound sure 'bout this. I want you to make up your mind afore I speak to 'em."

            "They'll think less o' me," she said in a hushed tone.

            "No. They'll be flattered. But I don't want you changin' your mind after I invite 'em. So, you be sure first. Think on it awhiles, afore you give me your answer."

            Stunned, she lay there thinking. A half-hour later, she knew that he was still awake, too.

            "Arch?"

            "Hm?"

            "Yes." Her tone was firm. She thought she could see him smile beside her. "But...."

            "What?"

            "Don't tell Oliver!"

            Arch laughed out loud.

            "Nor Aunt Olivia! Nor your ma and pa!"

            "You're priceless!" He hugged her. "We'll not tell nobody, least of all your family. But jest for the record, Ma and Pa'd understand all too good. Pa and Uncle Cotton used to have a real good time with Ma long ago, when they was young." He squeezed her again. "You're so precious! So innocent!" Then, he added with a nudge, leeringly, "We'll fix that!"

           

            The next morning, before he could leave their bedroom, Emma seized Arch's hand, with a sudden urgent concern. "They'll be gentle with me, won't they? I shoulda asked that first!"

            He brushed her hair affectionately, and sighed tolerantly. "They'll be ever' bit as gentle as I am. In fact, I'll even mention it to 'em. But they'd know without I say it."

            Emma nodded and smiled bravely. Arch nodded back to her.

 

            In the early afternoon, Arch contrived to get Buck, Mill-wheel, and Pack to take a walk with him. Once at a good distance from the cabin, he said, "Emma enjoyed our ticklin' her last night."

            Mill-wheel surmised, "Hit reminded her of old times with Oliver and Jody."

            "No, the feelin's she had wa'n't of old times with Oliver and Jody," Arch replied.

            Buck half-grinned. "What're you tryin' to say, Arch?"

            Arch looked Buck in the eye. "Remember Jessica?"

            The other three Forresters exploded with reaction.

            Pack blurted, "Emma's your wife!"

            Arch replied evenly, "S'all right, long as hit don't go no further."

            Mill-wheel wondered, "You mean, don't never tell nobody, or don't git Lem and Gabby into it?"

            "Don't do neither," Arch agreed. "And also, don't never take her when I ain't there."

            "We'd not," Buck assured him. "You serious 'bout this? Keerful, Arch, you know we'll accept." He grinned.

            "I'm serious. Oh, and be gentle with her. Don't hurt her nor skeer her."

            Buck promised solemnly, "She's a fragile leetle flower, and that's how we'll treat her."

            Mill-wheel joined in, "We was keerful with Jessica; we'll be even more keerful with Emma."

            Pack put a hand on Arch's shoulder. "Your angel is as safe in our hands, as in yourn."

            Arch nodded acceptance, and then suggested, "This is a perfect day for it, with Lem and Gabby gone for the day. You-all feelin' frisky?" He eyed them.

            Buck grinned. "When're we ever not?"

 

            Arch left them there, and went back to the cabin alone to fetch Emma. He beckoned her over as soon as he saw her. "I come to fetch you to 'em. Hit's gonna be now."

            Emma eyed him warily, and her heart began to pound. She hadn't expected it to happen this soon. The "moment of truth" was also a bit hard to face.

            He reassured her, "They was gentle with Jessica. With you, they'll be even more gentle and lovin'."

            "They'll think I'm a tramp," she murmured.

            Arch answered sternly, "None of us never called Jessica no tramp. And iffen they'd thought it, they'da told me; Jessica wa'n't nothin' special to me that they'd need to spare my feelin's. And I wa'n't callin' her no tramp, neither. Come on now."

            Emma meekly allowed Arch to lead her by the hand to where he'd left the men. On the way, he eyed her. "You're nervous."

            "Course."

            "But..., you ain't regrettin' this?"

            "N...no. How'd they take it? Was they shocked?"

            "No. Surprised, amused, pleased. Not shocked."

            "How'd they feel 'bout leavin' Lem and Gabby outen it?"

            "They ain't said. They kin prob'ly guess why you'd not want Lem. You and him's still a mite awkward, on account o' Oliver."

            "Arch? Is this gonna happen jest once? Or more'n once?"

            "Let's jest see how it goes, shall we? I'm assumin' right often, but iffen it don't go good.... Well, let's jest wait and see."

            "Arch? Do I ask too many questions?"

            "Yep."

            She shut up.

            Presently, Arch pulled her into a clearing that she'd never even seen before, on the vast Forrester property. Buck, Mill-wheel, and Pack were there to greet her. They were experts at this, she suddenly realized. They managed to leer at her just enough to put her in the mood, but they simultaneously combined that with tender, reassuring smiles to put her at ease. Emma almost wasn't even frightened at all.

            "So." Pack took her hand and gallantly kissed it. "You was tickled with the way we tickled you, eh?"

            Emma giggled musically.

            "You want we should do it that-a-way agin?" Buck offered, as he let one hand caress her cheek.

            She nodded, wide-eyed.

            Mill-wheel recalled, "Now I b'lieve I started it last night, after Arch hisself, o' course. Reckon I'll do so agin." He grinned and energetically tickled her ribs, just as Arch had just begun to do, instantly bending her double and coaxing shrieks from her. Buck and Pack joined in, rapidly completing her descent to the ground.

            This time, however, they didn't stop once they had her helpless. First Arch, and then Mill-wheel, following his lead, made sure that their tickles served the dual purpose of tickling and raising her skirt. Delicate lace panties appeared. As Pack and Buck continued with their tickling torture, Arch lifted her hips, and Mill-wheel eased her panties down. Emma was so caught up in shrieking from the tickling that she hardly knew it was happening. The tickling eased off as all four looked appreciatively down at her. Emma gasped as she followed their gaze. Suddenly, it was far more real than it had been. She stopped giggling and looked scared.

            "Hey, easy." Buck caressed her face. "S'all right. Don't be scairt."

            "I'll relax her." Arch began to caress her womanhood in just the way that he knew that she liked, and sure enough, she began to calm down gradually. Slowly, she spread for him, not minding that the others watched.

            For a while, that was all that the other three did; having seen her scared, they had no wish to spook her further. So they waited until she was confident enough, and excited enough, to say, "My dress is in the way."

            The four men smirked triumphantly, and Arch nodded to Buck and Pack to solve that problem. Pack lifted her shoulders, and Buck slipped her dress off over her head. Pack lowered her to the ground again. Buck reached a hand toward her breast and stopped, watching her eyes. Emma nodded to him almost imperceptibly. He caressed her tenderly; she smiled at him. Mill-wheel and Pack joined in with enthusiasm. Eight hands explored her every inch. Emma's climax was noisy and active. She followed it with a badly-embarrassed blush. They laughed good-naturedly.

            Then, Arch took her. The other three caressed her as they watched. When he'd finished, he nodded to his brothers; it was up to them to work out a sequence. They did. Each man had his turn at her. At the end, Emma was sore, but exceedingly happy.

            Arch beamed at her. "Yes, I reckon this'll happen right often."