Paulette paused, wondering whether she should warn her sister about the visitors, or just let her in to find out for herself. As much as she loved her sister, she decided it would be fun to see her sister’s reaction when the hands made themselves known to her. With that in mind, she said “I’ll get it” in a low voice, then headed for the door to let Robin in. A step or two away from the door, though, unseen hands pressed gently against her shoulders to stop her. She felt movement around her robe, and looked down to see the sash tying the robe closed.
“Thank you,” she said softly, then opened the door and let her sister in.
“Hi, Robin. What’s up?” Paulette said, pecking her sister on the cheek. Robin shared Paulette’s special “condition,” and so they were able to see one another just fine.
“Not much, sis,” Robin replied, pulling Paulette into a hug. “I just don’t want to be alone right about now.”
“Are you *still* down about Reggie?” Paulette asked, as she broke the hug. “It’s been three months, Robin.”
“I know,” Robin said with a sigh as she slunk past her sister. “But it’s not like I have a lot of options, being invisible to most guys. Reggie actually said that he felt bad but he needed to have a girlfriend he didn’t have to be under the influence to see.”
As Robin plopped herself down on the couch, Paulette couldn’t help but wonder just how the visitors would present themselves to her. It was probably just the luck of the draw, but she seemed to have drawn a more affectionate and compassionate bunch than what usually showed up. Instead of the usual tickle-torturing, her visitors seemed content *most* of the time to limit themselves to caressing and occasionally fondling. They were also much more helpful than she had been led to expect; it wouldn’t have surprised her if another plate of eggs came floating out of the kitchen headed for Robin.
Eggs… oh yeah, breakfast. “I’ll be right back, Sis, just let me get my plate,” Paulette said. She got to the kitchen door when she was met by her plate and glass of juice floating out to meet her. She mentally thanked the visitors for not manifesting themselves before she’d had a chance to explain.
When Paulette got back to the living room, she found Robin slouching on the couch, looking like she might slide off onto her butt at any second. Just then Paulette noticed movement at Robin’s feet. Robin was aware of it also; her eyes had been closed until the same moment. They both watched as one of Robin’s shoes began untying itself. So much for explaining first.
Robin’s eyes shifted to her sister as she asked, “What’s going on here?” in a calm voice that belied her confusion.
Paulette said, “Remember that first trip I took to Subreality?” Robin nodded. “Well, about that time Bryan had started reading these stories about invisible tickling hands. I met one of the ticklers the next time I went back, and the next thing I knew I started getting these visits.”
By this time both of Robin’s shoes were off, and the cuffs of her socks had started sliding down her ankles. “What are they gonna do to me?” she asked.
“Well, they won’t hurt you, that I can vouch for. Other than that I don’t really know, but I’d suggest that you go along with it, whatever it is.”
Robin raised her feet to allow her socks to slide off her feet. Once they hit the floor, they began slithering away like some oversized woolen worms. Any other time Robin would have been laughing, as Paulette was, but not knowing what was about to happen kept her from seeing the humor in it.
Robin then felt unseen hands beginning to massage and caress her feet. She flinched at first, but once she realized what they were doing, she sat back and accepted it. She detected right away that the hands were feminine.
“Why are they female?” Robin said. “You say just give in to it, but I’m not really keen about lying here and beng felt up by girls.”
“We don’t really know that they *are* girls,” Paulette answered. “I know the hands seem feminine; that’s what I’ve been getting too. But as far as I know they’re not really male or female, that’s just the way they present themselves. For that matter there could be only one of them.”
Gradually Robin began to relax, and had just begun to doze off when she felt some additional movement. She opened her eyes and looked down to see the top button of her blouse beginning to unbutton itself.
“Paulette…?” Robin called out. “Are you sure this is OK?” There was some tugging at the second button, but when Robin spoke the tugging stopped.
“I’m positive,” Paulette assured her. “They probably heard you say you were still down over Reggie leaving. Maybe this is their way of comforting you.”
“OK,” Robin allowed with a sigh, which started the tugging anew. She lay back against the couch, this time watching as her blouse finished unbuttoning itself and pulled itself open. Hands began caressing her sides and her neck while others gently massaged her shoulders. She couldn’t help closing her eyes and giving in to the sensations.
Then, another surprise: a soft kiss just above the swell of her breasts. She looked down at her ample breasts, which most men would go wild over were they able to see them, and she could see slight movement as the lips continued kissing all over the exposed parts of her breasts. Paulette noticed the expression on her sister’s face and wondered what she expected the visitors to do next.