Chapter #5Own him with your sweaty, bare feet. by: Nein   "No more!" Lewis yells in with a nasal voice as you're holding his nose "I submit!"
With a big smile on your face at your brother's words you let go off his nose. "Yeah, you say that now...but I'm lookin' at the big picture." you say smugly, looking up into the air. "When I'm done with ya your not gonna even be able to think of disobeying your big bro." you declare while flexing a pose. Lewis tries to use his now freed arms to get you off.
He pushes with the bottom of his palms against your thigh trying to lift it up but doesn't have the strength to budge you and as he pushes harder his hands actually slip right off. "Yeah... I'm pretty slippery from all this sweat." You slowly drag your pointer finger over his cheek. "Hah, and clearly we're gettin' you there!" you taunt as you finger pulls up beads of your armpit sweat from his face. You hold your finger under his nostrils and then with quick little strokes flick his lower lip up and down, getting some of it inside.
Lewis bats your hand away and you grab both his wrists, pinning his arms above his head. You lean down and bring your head down to his, staring coldly in his eyes. "When I'm done with ya, the humiliation is gonna be so great you'll be too ashamed to look me in the eye."
You sit up, still mounting him and lean back behind you, pulling off your sweaty tube sock. Lewis starts to yell again and your moist sock into his mouth, shutting him up. As you reach back to pull off your other sock he pulls it out and tosses it - not far. You peel off your other sock and just toss it over by your shirt for now. You're now just wearing your favorite pair of grey athletic shorts - they're a lightweight mesh material so they have great breath-ability and they fit just right.
You swiftly flip Lewis over on his belly and while pushing down on his butt to keep him pinned you rotate yourself so are now mounted again but are facing his feet. You grip the upper part of his jeans and pull him by his legs, dragging his upper body in towards you until his upper arms and shoulders are almost by your sides and the back of his head is where your ass would land if you tried sitting back on your heels. You pull your feet closer together and as you drag Lewis even further his chin glides up the ramp of your large, sweaty bare feet to just about your heels.
"NO!!" he shouts. Lewis pulls his neck back to keep his head up just enough to be keep them off. When you first flipped him he was face down in the carpet, but now if he were to drop his head he would be resting his face in your bare feet. Lewis tries to pull your feel apart so he can let his head down but you grab his wrists and snake his arms inbetween your legs so that as you sit back a bit his arms are firmly pinned inbetween your calves and your thighs.
"Go on..." you tell Lewis, indicating that he should let his head down. Lewis continues to pull his neck back as far as he can, disgustedly staring down at your bare soles that glisten with sweat. You could just sit down on his head and push him in but you know he can't keep his neck in this strained position forever and the humiliation will be sweeter when he lays into them. You sit back ever so slightly just to put a little more weight on his neck.
"NO, it's nasty!" Lewis says angrily trying to push with his legs but not being able to budge. You reply, "You can already smell 'em. No point in straining your neck." You tease him while giving his neck a brief tickle. "You're not gonna be able to stay like that - how long ya think you can last? Go on..."
Lewis continues to struggle and flex his neck back for nearly 10 minutes until you start to feel him tire. His face briefly comes down on your feet and he pulls back up, but isn't able to lift it as high. You start laughing even more. "Go on, bro. They're waitin' for ya. It's obvious your tired and you've been smellin' 'em for the past ten minutes anyway. They're nice and soft and warm, and you can just relax..." you say in a calm soothing voice, letting out a snicker as you try to hold back your laughter for a bit. His head falls again and he pulls his face back off your feet again, really straining to even keep even half an inch of space between his face and your feet.
You give his neck another short tickle. "This is weak. You're weak." you tell Lewis. "....but it's ok lil' buddy, your big bro's strong feet will hold ya." His muscles start to give and you can really feel his breath on your feet now. "....relax... you know you want to.... they know you want to." Finally Lewis' neck is completely burnt and as he briefly pulls it back further it gives out. His sweat-covered face makes a slapping sound as it falls into your bare soles.
"Atta boy...doesn't that feel good?" you chide as you reach behind you to pat the top of his head and start wiggling your toes to punctuate his defeat and humiliation. "See? They like you... and I bet they smell even better now". You move your hand from his head over onto the back of his neck and feel how tight it is. Lewis tries to say something but you can't really understand him as he is trying to keep his mouth closed. He briefly flexes his neck again but can't lift his head. As you feel this you laugh and give it another tickle but switch to a gentle massage. ".. relax bro, you know my feet feel good" Lewis muttered another undecipherable complaint that you ignore.
Over the next few minutes Lewis seemed to have given up, but would shake and try and struggle whenever you wiggled your toes - so you did it more and more frequently to humiliate him while making cute sound effects. Eventually, even with this his struggles began to subside and with him accepting his fate you decided that meant it was time to dominate him even more.
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