I breathed in deeply causing her to giggle.  

“What are you doing?”  She asked in a happy sleepy voice.  I glanced up at her face to see her eyes closed.  

“I’m smelling my Spencer.”  I replied like it was the most normal thing in the world.  After I said it I put my face back in the crook of her neck and breathed in once more.  I nuzzled her neck with my nose and she cringed.  My lips touched the soft delicious skin on her neck and I blew a raspberry into it.  

“Ahh Ashley!”  She squealed and wrapped her ams around me.  I giggled, sending vibrations through her neck.  She laughed and squealed as I playfully nipped and sucked on her neck.  

“Stop that tickles!”  She said out of breath.  She was enjoying this childish banter as much as me.  But Spencer wasn’t one to sit there and take it.  Soon her hands were busy tickling the skin beneath my shirt.  She knew how insanely ticklish I was down there.  

Her velvety fingers squeezed my ribs and I squirmed on top of her.  I did my best to continue tickling her neck but it was hard.  My ribs were equivalent to her neck.  That was the blondes most tender spot.  

We were busy with out tickle battle.  I did my best to continue the assault on her skin while she poked and squeezed my torso.  We were both squirming and screaming.  My breathing was becoming labored from all the giggling and so was hers.  We were so wrapped up in out play fight I hadn’t noticed someone walked in on us.

“Huh!”  Came a loud gasp from beside the couch.  I automatically jumped, landing myself butt first on the floor.  My already bruised butt for that matter.

I looked up to see who caused the interruption and possible damage to my ass.  It was my sister Kyla.  She stood looking at us with wide eyes and her hand clasped firmly over her mouth.

“What the hell Ky?”  I asked sitting up.  I managed to keep my injured hand safe, thank god.  

“Me?”  She asked pointing to herself.