You lift your arm in the air and move your armpit to your nose. You take a quick test whiff, and lower your arm quickly. You hadn't showered in a few days so your pits were pretty stinky.
"Please, not the pits!" your brother pleads "They're rank!"
"They're not that bad", you replied "stop being such a drama queen". You had to move position to keep Lewis's arms pinned. You got off Lewis, and sat on one of his arms, and held the other down from across his body. This gave you a free arm, in the perfect position to lower your pit to Lewis face. You positioned it above him and watched him squirm. Lewis noticed the sweat stains on your tshirt and a disgusted look creeped on to his face.
"Nooo" Lewis whined, as you slowly moved closer and closer, until Lewis's nose was buried deep in your armpit. He squirmed and struggled, but you held him tight. "Ash, get off! It stinks".
"No," you replied, mercilessly. Lewis was whimpering and flailing his legs at the sweaty stench. He was desperatley trying to escape but you wouldn't let him. "Lewis just calm down and smell it", you said. After about 5 minutes, Lewis realised the inevitability of his torture and began to calm down. He was still incomfortable with the smell, but then who wouldn't be? You hadn't showered for days.
You were thinking about letting him up soon but there was so much more you could do.
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