You can see your sister's mind wandering for a good dare. Her eyes scan the room before she finally looks down at her tiny feet. Her toes wiggle around in their pink, somewhat soiled socks. A mischievous grin spreads across her face and her gaze rises to meet your own. She stretches her legs out so that her feet are only a few inches from your face. "Kiss my feet!" she giggles.
"What?? Ew gross, no way!" You adjust yourself on the couch, hoping to move a few more inches away, but your already right against the armrest. You feel your cheeks flush with warmth at the thought of having your little sister's dainty, smelly socks anywhere near your face.
"I win then!?" she excitedly proclaims. "I can send that video to all your friends? You think your girlfriend will still like you? With everyone laughing at you? You barely made it to the toilet, another second and you would have been a wittle poopy pants! Would she date a poopy pants??"
Humiliating as it is, you can't let that video make its way to your girlfriend. Or anyone else you know! You peer at the wiggling toes still only inches from you. Slowly and without a word you begin to lean forward. Humiliated by being forced to kiss your little sister's feet, you close your eyes tight and pucker your lips.
Unfortunately, your sister grows impatient with you. With all her weight, she pushes her feet forward, smothering your entire face with the dirty soles of her socks. Caught completely off guard you tumble back against the armrest. Pinned in place and with no leverage to push back, you're completely at her mercy despite her petite size.
"I don't feel kisses, big bro!"
You desperately inhale, growing more deprived of oxygen. Your nostrils are filled with the young sweaty fragrance. You choke down the smell as best you can and again pucker your lips. You give a quick series of pecks, your face hot as an oven and beat red in humiliation. Delighted by the sudden power, your sister begins grinding the souls against your face. In between kisses you gasp helplessly for air. Each breath fills your lungs with your sister's damp aroma.
Finally, her assault stops, leaving you panting and limp.
"Hehe, you liked it!"
You're not certain what she meant, you're lost in your recovery. Your heart is still beating faster than you can ever remember. Your face feels hot enough to boil water. As you regain awareness over both your body and surroundings you can see your sister in in the midst of a laughing fit. You follow her pointing and look down to see an indecent tent forming in your pants.
"That happens to some of the boys I play with! That means you liked it!"
After a few minutes of her continued snickering, she finally calms down enough to continue.
"Okay, okay... I guess that means it's my turn. I choose..."
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