Drake and Josh TK: PART 2

Drake and Josh 2: A Dramatic Affair
The two boys both re-entered, starting part two of their overly-complicated plan, switching off the light switches as they entered, they had both donned dark black robes they had borrowed from Eric and Craig who had apparently kept them for some cosplaying event, they held flashlights under their chins and groaned dramatically.
"We have come for you Megan Parker…" Drake said, waving his hands.
"We are the demons and will destroy you if you do not stop annoying your brothers, especially Josh…" The brother in question wailed, trying to sound spooky.
"Yeah right, if you guys are demons why are you tickling me?" Megan asked skeptically, jiggling her restricted limbs.
"Uh, because our, uh, employer doesn't like us hurting girls!" Josh stuttered, wildly improvising.
"Yes, our Lucinder does not like it when we do that!" Drake added, trying to sound scary.
"Ahem, it's Lucifer, Drake." Josh said quietly, a bemused expression on his face.
"Yes! Luficer shall destroy you if you don't stop annoying your brothers! Especially the good-looking one!"  Drake said, trying to recover.
"Drake!" Josh whispered angrily.
"What?"
"Oh never mind…"
"Excuse me! I know you two boobs are behind this, let me out of here before I- hehe stop! I'm tryheheheing to say something haha!"
Josh had taken initiative and started scribbling his fingers along her bare feet, stroking his nails up and down.
"Stick to the plan!" He said, as the sound of Megan's melodious giggling filled the room.
Drake couldn't help but be a bit surprised by the angelic laughter of his demonic sister, he had often heard her laugh before, but more often than not it had been of the evil cackling variety, the kind you'd expect to hear from some comic book villain, but this kind of laughter was different, there was something about it that just seemed a bit more appropriate for the young girl. More appropriate that the boatload of technology and evilness that seemed compacted in her being anyway, so he happily added more fuel to the fire, as he sneaked his fingers into her armpits, a spot he knew was sensitive for almost all females, his experimenting with his dates had told him as such. Drake and Josh had planned this little adventure for quite a while, and Drake had done more research for it than he had ever done for any school assessment. What could be said? Drake was dedicated when it came to familial matters…
As he pulled off the cumbersome black cloak which made him look like a ringwraith and starting gently stroking his fingers down along her armpits and sides. It seemed all that in-depth research he had done was time well spent, as their little sister was already buckling and giggling from the ticklish sensations flooding her body.
"Put the cloak back on Drake! Stick to the plan!" Josh said, pausing from scratching under Megan's toes as his sister let out a squeal. He pulled out a long and color-coded list which detailed their extensive plan, he pointed to a section of the list and handed it to Drake, who promptly tossed it over his shoulder.
"She knows it's us anyway, and the cloak smells funny." Drake replied, poking her sides.
Josh sighed, before stripping off his oversized robes as well, "Alright, let's just continue with the next phase…"  He stood up, searching for the list that his brother had carelessly discarded, but not before gesturing to his brother to pick up the slack, as Drake slouched over so he one foot with one hand and her belly with the other.  
"You know Megs, I never understood why gals went to the bother of painting their nails, especially their toenails, what do ya think?" Drake asked, focusing more attention back to those feet, especially the black-toenail clad toes.
"Ghoho to heheehell!" Megan choked despite much giggling as Josh returned to his station at her armpits.
"Let's see…" Josh pondered, as he began to squeeze Megan's ribs with his free hand, perhaps which aided his thinking process…
"Yes! Part two article 9a is about making our demands, now I remember!"
"Really? I thought that was part two article 9v?" Drake said, scratching his head as he scratched his other hand all over his sister's soles.
"Haha does ithehe matahahater!" Megan yelled, giggling as she did so.
"Fine. Alright dearest sister, do you promise to cut down on these pranks? If you do we'll st-" Josh said, motioning to his brother to stop.
"I'll stop. Now let me out of here." Megan said quickly, still breathless.
The brothers had a bewildered expression on their face. "Seriously?" They said simultaneously.
"You mean it? We had a whole plan mapped out on how to convince you."
"We didn't even get out the tools yet!"
"You're such a killjoy sis!"
"It really is rather inconsiderate of you!"
Megan blinked, very confused about her brother's responses, had they been expecting her to let herself be tickled until she 'pretended to agree', when she could just pretend to agree right now and stop the agonizing torture?
It was a very strange situation, Megan almost felt like bizarrely apologizing for ruining their plans when her brothers spoke again.
"It really isn't fair that you don't let us continue with this if you think about it." Drake said, standing up.
"It took my days to make those stocks!"
"Yeah, we spent hours designing this!"
"I got called a tickle-freak during one of my dates for this!"
Josh and Megan both looked at Drake with raised eyebrows.
"You guys are lame…" Megan sighed.
"How lame are we now?" Drake asked suddenly, pulling a feather out of his toolbox, grinning.
"That is a very good question bro, let's give her some time to think about her answer." Josh smirked evilly as he pulled out a toothbrush.
Megan's expression was like someone being told by a doctor they had a day to live… and that the doctor had been trying to contact her since yesterday.
"Lemheheheme outta here you boobs haha!"
She squealed as she felt Josh rake the toothbrush up and down her pale feet, tickling one hand with his free hand, alternating to keep her guessing. She was already giggling like a little girl, which really was rather fitting for this evil little girl.
Drake had taken command of the upper body frontier, and was currently teasing Megan's taut pale belly with the feather, lightly tracing number eights with the fluffy end of the feather, which was a very tantalizing method of tickling as the light tickly sensations were driving her crazy.
"You look like you're having fun Megs." Josh teased, pulling Megan's toes back and using the brush to dig real good under her toes and inbetween them, inciting more high-pitched laughter from Megan.
"You know you love it really sis…" Drake giggled, as Megan giggled in a much more desperate fashion due to the feather currently being twirled inside her belly button.
"We can tell from your expression." Josh said, discarding the feather for now and scratching his fingers along the sides of her feet, smiling as her toes curled up as he did so.
Both boys laughed at that comment as they continued with the tinkling tickles, before deciding to switch places, they had both gotten a bit bored at their posts by now, Megan still seemed to be enjoying the affair though, which was always good, though the radiant laughter that was being emitted could have just been due to the tickling…
Drake scooted over and planted himself at her feet while Josh took position as her torso.
"Wait for it…" Josh said, raising a finger as Megan got a breather.
As soon as Megan started to complain again, Josh brought his finger down theatrically. "NOW!"
And they both started again, Drake dragging the teasing feather along her arches, as he toes wiggled as she burst out in loud laughter again as Josh simultaneously introduced the toothbrush to Megan's belly.   
Megan's harmonious laughter went up another octave as Drake took the feather to tops of Megan's feet, exploring every crevice and cranny as he feather whisked all over those ticklish plump toes. He took time to twirl the feather inbetween the toes, even flossing the toes briefly as he snagged the feather inbetween her big toe and second toe and slid it back and forth, driving her wild with laughter. He repeated this with other captive toes, and got the same bountiful results.
While Josh brought the toothbrush to Megan's navel, yielding similar results as her taut belly began to spasm and jiggle due to all the forced laughter, she almost looked like one of them belly dancers from the Far East.
But after both boys ganged up to check out how ticklish those armpits were (following Drake's extensive research notes on the sensitivity of the female), Megan promptly surrendered, for real this time.  This was right after they had both snuck around to her left side, and started scribbling four hands into her bare underarms, the ticklish sensations from twenty fingernails making her writhe with laughter.  
"Nohohoho more! Stop you bohoohobs! I mehehean dehehear brothehers! Stahahapit! "
As Megan finally complied to her brother's demands, they let her catch her breath, untying her wrists as they packed up their tools, though they left the padlock on the stocks, since they had a few words they wanted to share with their sister.
As she looked up, with a look of repressed rage, the brothers knew they ought to tread carefully, Josh certainly did, and he had instructed his brother extensively on how to try their best not to incur their sister's wrath. There was no need to start a war after all… And a war fought with their sister using nails and feathers was a dangerous one indeed...
"Megs, we know deep down we love you, and you know deep down you love us, but the thing is we just don't want so many of these pranks." Josh said tentatively
"I mean we love you, but we just love not being in harm's way a little bit more." Drake said.
"So just please cut down on the potentially lethal pranks okay? We just want a little bit of respect from you. We're your brothers, could you give us that?"
Megan sighed. "Well I suppose you could have done worse, I must say I was surprised you idiots managed to pull this off."
"But?" Josh asked, fearing the answer.
"But… But it was kinda fun, so I won't start a fire in your room. If you let me out now!"
"We're glad you forgive us Megs, but your expression is kinda mad right now." Josh said, stroking his chin.
"Yeah, it's really worrying. We should help you turn that frown upside down." Drake chuckled, wiggling his fingers playfully.  
For a second Megan's expression was a perfect expression of 'oh crude', but soon that feeling dissipated away as she resigned herself to her fate, a smile already on her face. She slumped back on her cushiony prison.
"Do your worst, you boobs!"
Harmonious laughter filled the room again, as young Megan, with a smile on her face that may or may not have been due to teasing fingers, laughed and giggled until the tickly affair was all over.
But one thing still lay on her mind.
"Heh, we'll see who gets the last laugh later boys..."