"Well now, Lewis... seems like you're feelin' relaxed; pretty safe and secure in my feet." you chide knowing you made him tire himself out to where he had no other choice.
"Ash, n- ... m-re" he mutters into your feet. You give him a swift smack on the butt of his jeans which makes him jerk forward into your feet even more. "No more? ...but here I've let you snuggle your achy head in my feet. What about them? I think they deserve some reciprocation!" Lewis instinctively starts struggling again, and after resting his neck for a few minutes is once again able to lift his face off of your feet. "Nuh, uh, uh"' you tease. Now you actually sit your weight down on the back of his head pushing his face back down even further into your bare soles. His face slips down a quite a bit to where his nose falls in just above the balls of your feet, on your toes. As you slide your weight back up your ass drags his face, gliding slickly across your sweaty soles up just before your heels. "Hmmm..." you ponder for a moment and sit back down, his face slipping back down again with his nose on your toes; you start wiggling them.
"Yeah they like that, bro!" you have to take a moment to catch your breath from laughter. "Ahh.. yeah I mean here my feet have been keeping your face comfy... but they need a little T.L.C. too; they're kinda soar and that feels great!" With that, you shift your weight again, back and forth, sliding Lewis' entire face up and down the length of your big, bare feet. It takes very little effort on your part as both his face and your feet are so sweaty that his face just slips back and forth. While your brother struggles intensely, flailing his legs you carry on like this for about twenty minutes, as it actually feels pretty good on your feet.
Then you notice, despite his struggles Lewis isn't producing any more muffled shouts. As you continue rubbing his face down across your feet you begin to give more attention to the sense of touch on the bottoms of your feet and feel out his face as you drag it back across a few more times. It dawns on you that you can't feel your brother's lips. This entire time he's had his lips tucked deeply in his mouth - as one would if they were gesturing that their lips were sealed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" you pause. "My feet lovingly cushioned your face and kept it nice and snug when you couldn't hold your head up... and your suckin' in your mouth so it won't even touch 'em?" you say in a playful tone. "Frankly, my feet are feeling a little offended, and we're gonna need to show you love 'em as much as they do you. Lewis' thrashing intensified but you simply but down a little more weight and his face wasn't budging, let alone getting out.
You shift your weight back sliding Lewis' face back down across your left foot's sole til his nose fell on your toes again. This time, you spread your big and middle toes open enough for his nose to slide right in the middle of them. "Open up!" you bark, ordering your brother to release his sealed lips. He continues to struggle in vain and it seems that hew won't comply.
"You will show my feet some love." you say in a commanding tone, but still unable to hold back your laughter. You angle the weight of your ass down on his head so that it is being pushed down and towards your right foot, and you firmly press your right foot against the side of his face to the left. Lewis' face is now so stuffed and covered by the sole of your foot that he can no longer breath in through his mouth at all and with the wedge created by your other foot and your butt he couldn't move his head - not one centimeter. Now, he was sucking in air through his nose, that was still pushed inbetween your toes. You give them a wiggle and them squeeze them, holding his nose shut with your toes.
Unable to breathe through his nose Lewis panics and immediately tries breathing through his mouth, but it is covered by the sole of your foot. You shift slightly so that his mouth is closer to the edge of your sole where he might have hope of breathing through the corner of his mouth. Kicking and flailing his legs, Lewis opens his mouth wider and wider, trying to get a portion of it free where he can breathe by which he ends up wrapping his mouth around your sole as you apply more weight. Finally you spread your toes and your brother starts sniffing heavily inbetween your toes, pulling in as much air as he can with no regard for where his nose is. "Haha, that tickles" you mock.
Meanwhile, you push your weight on the back of his head even more and it spreads his jaw open across your foot even more. When he is unable to lift his head or close his jaw he begins for a moment pushing his mouth down further, as if to dig in with his teeth. You swiftly take his wrist from inbetween your legs and twist it firmly."What did we say about biting!?" you yell. That is all it takes for Lewis to stop this tactic but still struggles to pull his lips off. Now, with more weight applied to keep his mouth pushed open you resume your back and forth motion except this time, it is mostly Lewis' lips that are being slid back and forth across your one foot, with the other sliding against the side of his face.
"Awww..... that's a good boy!" you laugh. "See I told ya you would!" you reach back give him a few gentle pats on the top of his head. You drag him back and forth, effectively making your little brother kiss your sweaty bare foot dozens of times, over and over again. With the work it took you to get him like this you make him endure this for a while. At one point you feel him cough, his tongue drop out of mouth and fall onto your sole as it's dragged back down towards his toes but he quickly pulls it back into his mouth. You try and replicate this by shaking your butt a little more as you slide back but are unable to. Still, the sweat of your foot has been so repeatedly wiped over, under and inside his lips you that you are satisfied with your domination over him - knowing he has been thoroughly tasting your feet for the last 25 minutes. The fact that Lewis has been shouting into your foot and thrashing his legs the entire time confirms just how severely humiliated your little brother is feeling. Finally after another 10 minutes he ceases to struggle.
You contemplate what to do next for a minute, thinking maybe he has been broken enough. That is, until you begin to feel you stomach growling. "Last night's burritos..~" you sing gleefully.
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