You knew the only way she could tell mom was through her cell phone, your family ditched the home phone years ago, and that she puts it next to her while she swells, on her dresser. If you could get that away from her tonight and keep your distance, you'd be in the clear from her for at least the week. Until then, you laid here under Amy's feet, silently stewing while she watched her shows. Occasionally your big sister would scrunch her toes over your nose and move your head around or twirl your hair with her big toe. But when she cupped her feet around your nose, that was the worst she could do to you. The stench was putrid, it would disgust a zombie. You tried to turn and squirm against her, but Amy would just laugh and press down so you couldn't.
"Oh Stan, you idiot, we've been over this already today. You could never get away from me, you're my slave, remember silly?" She slapped your face with her foot. "You know what I want now? A good suckling." She jams her foot down your throat, the stale taste of a long days work barefoot on the hardwood floors of your house combined with her accumulated sweat overwhelming your senses. You start gagging,which causes her to smile and get up, using your face as part of the floor.
Stretching, she glances down at your half covered face at yawns. "This has been a long day, I'm tired aren't you?" She kicks hard in the ribs. "Go on, I'm done with you." She turns and begins to walk away, then stops. "Actually...follow me."
You get up slowly and painfully, only to get have her knee in the balls, crumpling you. "On your knees dog. You don't deserve to be on the same height as me." She rolls her eyes and walks to her room, you sitting up against the foot of her bed. Suddenly, Amy begins her process of getting into a nightdress, so you turn away, only to be awarded with a slap on your wrist with cuffs. You're attached to the bed! All of your dreams come crashing around you as she slips into bed. "Nighty night slave!"
You can see her phone on the nightstand, she left her door unlocked and open, it was tantalizingly close. You tug on the cuffs and slump down in defeat.
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