Leslie smirked as she walked in the front door of the house and tossed her backpack on the floor, victoriously. “School's out! School's out!” she sang, eying her little brother on the couch. “Hey loser, is Mom around?” she inquired, grinning as she put her hands on her hips.

“She's in her room taking a nap,” Matt replied, staring off into space.

Leslie grinned, crouching down to unzip her favorite black boots. “Well, as long as she's asleep... you're my servant. You can START by giving me a foot massage. Then you gotta clean my room, fix me a bowl of cheerios, feed them to me, fix my computer, do the dishes and the laundry, clean all of my shoes, and reorganize my closet! Chop chop, little bro!”

“Ugh... I'm not gonna do it, sis,” he replied.

His sister was not daunted. She pulled off her boot and sat it on the floor beside her barefoot, and began unzipping the second one. “You already know the deal, little bro, if you don't do what I say, I'll tell that girl that you have a crush on her. But fine, you don't have to give me a foot massage. Now I'm gonna make you SMELL them for a couple hours instead,” she demanded, pulling her second boot off, waving it at him as she spoke. “Now get to it!”

“No sis, I don't have to listen to you anymore...” Matt growled. “...I told her myself today,” he finished, a look of pain crossing his face.

“You told her yourself!?” Leslie repeated, in disbelief.

“I... I don't wanna talk about it,” was all he said, looking away.

“Tell me what happened!” Leslie demanded, throwing her boot on the ground.

At first Matt was silent, and Leslie began to get annoyed that he didn't answer her right away. Just before she was about to walk out of the room on him, he started to speak. “I told her, and her friends... and Casey... they all just laughed at me...” he managed to get out. He was broken hearted. His secret crush, whom he had endured a week of slavery to his sister to keep secret, had shot him down, carelessly, probably not giving him a second thought.

“Umm...” Leslie replied, biting her bottom lip. “I guess I'm sorry that happened to you.” She paused for a moment, reflecting before she spoke again.

“I bet you are,” Matt replied, rolling his eyes. “I'm not your personal slave anymore, that's the only reason you're sorry.”

“No it's not! Here, I'll go get you a glass of orange juice, that'll make you feel better. I know that's your favorite,” Leslie replied, heading for the kitchen.

“Um... sure, sis,” he replied. He probably would've refused had he not been surprised by his sister's change of heart. It'd been a long, long time since she'd offered to do anything nice for him like getting him a drink. 'Maybe something good will come out of this day after all,' he thought... 'Maybe without a way to blackmail me, she'll actually start treating me nice again.'

Within a minute or two, Leslie was back, swirling a nice, tall glass of orange juice in her left hand, and holding a bowl of cheerios (her favorite cereal, he knew, as he'd had to fix it for her countless times) in the right. “Here ya go, little bro,” she smiled, handing him the juice, as she sat her cheerios on the coffee table and sat down beside him.

“Thanks,” Matt said, tilting the juice upward, letting it pour past his lips. He enjoyed the sweet, tangy taste as it went across his tongue. He suddenly realized that he was actually quite thirsty.

“No problem,” Leslie grinned, looking down at her cheerios as she raised a spoonful to her mouth. Crunch, crunch, crunch, went her teeth on the cheerios, before she swallowed and glanced back at him. He was downing the juice, as if he hadn't had a thing to drink all day... She looked back down and brought another spoonful to her mouth, trying not to smirk.

Matt looked over at his sister, feeling the cold, sweet orange juice flowing all the way down to his stomach. Soon the glass was empty; he had drank it all. He saw Leslie's eyes lift from her cereal, and her head turn to face him; Suddenly the smirkiest grin he'd ever seen formed on her face. “Now you'll have to do what I say,” she grinned.

“What?” Matt started, but before he could finish, he began to feel strange. He started to feel tingly all over, first in his arms, legs, and then in the rest of him, even up to his jaws and mouth. His eyes began to droop and feel heavy.

Leslie leaned in, putting her mouth right to his ear. “If you felt small before little bro, you won't know what to think now,” she whispered, grinning, baring her white teeth. Matt started to weakly slump down, his neck becoming limp and his head involuntarily leaning on his sister's shoulder. Leslie laid him on his back, and as he lifted his tired eyelids, he was helpless to look up at her grinning face and her long hair, dangling down over him...