"When I go to bed, you get to sleep in my socks!" Lewis grins down at you. You did not like the sound of that at all.
"P-please, Lewis..." You plead to him. "Don't make me sleep in there! I-I'll do anything!" You fell to your knees, hoping, praying that Lewis decides to change his mind.
Lewis thought for a moment with a grin on his face. It was at that very moment when he made his final decision. "Sorry, LITTLE brother, but my mind's made up!" With that being said, he took off both of his socks, smirking down at you.
You watched in horror as your giant little brother opens the entrance to his socks, a horrible odor coming from within.
"Well, what are you waiting for, bro? Get your ass in there!"
You gasped and think if you should obey him, or if you should attempt to run. Ultimately, the decision was up to you.
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