Chapter #6Total Humiliation. by: Unknown You feel every strain of confidence melt away from you, you can't stand that look on her face as she holds her shoe over your mouth, you just want her to stop...
You kiss it.
Kelsey let's out a loud laugh and pumps her fist into the air. She looks down again. "keep going."
Tears in your eyes, you bitterly peck the bottom of your obnoxious little sister's shoe. You watch as she pulls out her cellphone and points it down at you.
She's actually taking pictures of you! There's no way you can let her do that, it would destroy your reputation. You try to roll away...and feel her shoe come down on her neck. You make some gurgling sounds which are music to Kelsey's ears.
She talks to you in a commanding voice you never thought possible from her. "Don't you ever try something like that again. You will do whatever I say, until I say you can stop. Now, you are going to kiss my shoe, and I'm going to make a video of you. It was just going to be one picture, but now I think I'd like it all recorded. Got it?
"Y-y-yes.." you manage to croak out. She lifts her shoe from your neck, and puts it back in it's former position. You kiss it repeatedly as she records.
You hear her giggling. The adrenaline is wearing off, and she's lost her seriousness. Now she's taking childish pleasure in torturing her big brother, every girl's fantasy. She moves her shoe around, snorting and laughing as you pathetically kiss every inch. She starts to give you things to say, barely controlling her laughter.
"D-do you like that, big bro?" she snorts out.
"Yes, Kelsey."
"Who's the stronger one?"
"You are, Kelsey."
The glaring red light on her phone haunts you, as it records your humiliation.
"Are you my bitch?"
"Yes, Kelsey."
"HAHAHAHA... oh man...Okay, now do this one."
Kelsey switches feet with the pep of a cheerleader, now balancing on the foot you just kissed, with the other one over your mouth. Kelsey seemed like a 6 year old again.
You just kissed and kissed, said whatever she told you to say, and watched the tears of laughter roll down her face, messing up her makeup and making her uglier. But as you laid there like a total bitch, you realized you would never be able to mock her again. She was stronger than you, and she knew it.
The cruel red light on her phone was proof that she would never forget it, either. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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