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"Why don't you be a good family bitch and go lie down under the dinner table for me"
To pathetic and subbmisive to argue anymore, Boruto heads to the table and crawls underneath it. He lies down on his back and looks up at the brown woodwork above him.
"Hima! Dinner time!"
Boruto doesn't like where this is going.
"Yay dinner! I couldn't find big bro anywhere mom, isn't he joining us?" She looks over at the table which is only set for two people.
"Sure he is Himawari, matter of fact he's already here!" She gestures towards the table.
"Huh?" Himawari looks towards the table again and spots her big brother lying on the floor below. "Big bro? What are you doing down there?"
"Uhm Hima.....I...." He isn't sure of what to tell his little sister.
"Don't mind him sweetie. He will be our footstool during dinner"
"Our….footstool, but why mom?"
"Well you see, your brother's status in this house will change quite drastically from here on out. He actually prefers to be beneath us just like that. From now on, he will have no choice but to do everything you and I tell him to do!"
"Really!?" Himawari's eyes widen and she giggles. "Big bro will have to obey me now? That is so funny hihi!"
"Yes quite funny indeed, and rather useful too you'll see! Now let's eat! Oh and honey?
"Yes mother?"
"Don't let your dad know about any of this or you won't be able to boss your brother around at all"
"Okay mom!" She smiles back at Hinata, excited to have the chance at making Boruto slave away for her.
The two girls take their seat at the table. Boruto can hear giggling from above just before a pair of socked feet descends towards his face.
"Hima wai.....mpfff!"
Himawari slams her socked sweaty feet onto her brothers face. He is just about to remove them when he suddenly feels something touching his sensitive area. Hinata appears to be pressing her feet against his crotch. She seems to have removed her sandals by now. He knows it's his own mothers feet touching him, but still he can't keep his dick from getting completely erected. His arms falls back to his sides and he remains a good boy, sniffing away at Himawari's sweaty socks. They aren't that bad, but the sheer humiliation of both his mother and sister degrading him like this is what bothers him most. And at the same time he's never been this horny in his life.
The pressure of the larger feet disappears from his twitching cock and is placed firm against his stomach instead. He can hear the two above enjoying their dinner and chuckling away at some suggestions they have planned for him. Boruto's stomach growls directly into Hinata's feet from just thinking about the delicious food they are eating.
After about ten minutes of being used as nothing but an object, with Himawari constantly moving her small feet along his face, their feet are suddenly removed from him. He looks around to see both his mother and little sister grinning down at him.
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