"Naaaaa~sssstyyy~!" she yelled out load, laughing her ass off the whole time. "Oh my god, this is freaking hi-larious! Well if you really love these babies that much, I'll show you just how bad they can get!" Samantha quickly grabbed her phone and took a zoomed in pic which showed you tinier than her foot holding a chip with foot lint on it.
Fuck. And now she had evidence. "Don't even worry Nicky... you don't mind me callin' ya 'lil bro' right? I promise I won't tell a soul about this stuff if you play with me just a bit, whaddya say lil bro? You really needed to loosen up anyway~!"
You cursed. You would never live it down if it got out. You had to go along with her and hope she'd actually let you get some help when she got tired of her games... though a shiver went down your spine when you imagined the possibility of still being stuck in your sister's fetid cleats as she became the state soccer champ as a senior. Maybe you just had to bide your time for escape... at least if you escaped, pride be damned, you'd have your humanity.
And so clutching your potato chip almost like a shield, you begrudgingly yelled up, "Okay, fine! What d-do you want!"
"Awesomesauce! I knew you secretly wanted to get closer to those bad girls when you put your whole body into that massage! But uh, this time I have a different idea. If you and my feet want to be true besties, and ESPECIALLY if you want to survive an actual game some day - " - DEAR LORD SHE ACTUALLY WANTED YOU IN THERE DURING A GAME? - " - then you're gonna have to get used to their... hehe, unique flavor, you know? I tried it once actually, when I was like ten, it wasn't that bad! Of course that was pre-game..." God your preteen sis was disgusting.
"Oh please lil bro, I see boys sniffing their nasty feet plenty, girls can do it too if they wanna," she said in a huff noticing your disgust. "You know, I WAS gonna start you off at Recruit difficulty, but you just got bumped up to Regular!" she said, snatching your potato shield, the pieces under her feet (and rear) and dumping the rest of the bag into her huge hand, crunching the last of your food into dust. "I was just gonna use your one chip and do like, a special chip n' dip type ah thang, but since you INSIST..."
Once satisfied it was a finely ground dust, she stuck out her right, pre-teen funky foot towards you. "Go ahead and smell lil bro, I told ya I won't judge right? Besides, it's about to be your plate..."
Oh god no. Sure, you'd massaged it, but that just got some sweat off the bottom, which is definitely back by now anyway... and nothing about the cheesy toejam in-between the toes. She surely didn't intend to...
And unceremoniously she carefully poured the crumbs over all her toes, most crumbs falling deep into the disgusting recesses and gunk inside. Oh god, the already salty gunk was going to be even saltier... oh god days of disgusting fetid build up... was it possible to get sick from foot bacteria? You didn't know, but you didn't want to figure out.
Samantha flicked you towards it with a finger. "Come on, whadda they say in those weird shows you watch? Eet-ah-dahkee-mass! Go for it lil bro, I won't judge. Though, I'm TOTALLY watching."
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