"Disgusting!" Samantha concluded, a noticeably shudder running down her body alongside a groan that made it sound like she was about to throw up. While she had started out amused, you had noticed her tone gradually change as she began to piece together her own series of events.
You, meanwhile, stared up at your sister, eyes watering. Of course, you weren't teary eyed that you had been found out and called out. The ripe vinegar-filled stench of Samantha's feet was actually irritating your eyes. Not to mention the taste of the sweat soaked chip you'd devoured was making you sick to your stomach. You were too busy trying to recover to argue, much as you tried to gasp. You took a step away, trying to find clean air.
Samantha, unfortunately, saw this as you trying to run. Her foot lurched forward, overshadowing you. A feeling of fear boiled up inside as you saw the sole, coated in dirt, sweat, and sock lint. Then in an instant it hammered down. Most of your body was trapped beneath the ball of Samantha's foot. Your head, however, was pinned under your younger sister's big toe as it pressed you into her bed below. You could feel greasy sweat washing over your hair, causing you to squirm.
"Yuk!" Samantha cried out, suddenly pulling her foot away as she remembered what she had been so disgusted by, "S-see! You're even fidgeting and shaking with joy that my sweaty foot is covering you up. Ewwwww....c-couldn't you find a different girl, like...seriously...I'm your sister."
While your tomboyish sister had no problem with her feet being smelly and sweaty, knowing that you actually enjoyed it was actually disgusting her. Enough that she might just take a shower. She glanced from her bare foot to you, laying face down on her mattress.
"N-no wonder you wanted to wait in my shoe," Samantha chastised again, reaching down to pick you up.
"Are you crazy, I-" You begin to yell, finally picking yourself up. Your argument is stopped short as your sister's hand clamps down on you, practically squeezing the air from your lungs.
"Look, bro, if you like smelly feet, cool," Samantha commented, sounding more disgusted than anything else, "But you could literally have shrunk yourself around ANYONE but me," She said, another shudder running through her. "I'll tell you what bro, I'll help you out. Maybe once you learn how bad feet can be then you'll get over this...thing."
Getting up, Samantha began to walk, pausing only at her desk to pull a roll of scotch tape out of one drawer. Between that and her comment of showing how bad feet can be, you were terrified. Samantha's feet had been horrific, enough to scar you. Just how was SHE planing to show you something worse. You soon got your answer as Samantha left her room.
"Alright bro, this is for your own good," Samantha explained, ripping off a few pieces of tape and sticking them over your chest, waits, and legs. You gasped suddenly, moaning for help as you realized the tape on your chest had covered your mouth, leaving only your nose free. Your eyes dart around as you realize what Samantha is going to use to help 'cure' you of your foot fascination.
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