“If you say so bro, but I’m warning you, it’s pretty bad.” Lewis warns you. “Wait no I changed my mind!!” You yell as he presses you roughly against his sweaty armpit. He pays you no attention and starts rubbing you back and forth against his armpit. He doesn’t have a lot of armpit hair as he is only 12 but the stubble of armpit hair and a few of the longer hairs is enough to bother you. After about 3 minutes he closes his arm down with you still in his armpit, keeping you tightly against his armpit. “Let me out!” You scream from his armpit. He then quietly instructs you to do something that you only ever hear you demand of him, and find it rather irritating to have the roles reversed, “Lick.” You hear this and bang on the flesh walls that encase you in this musky prison. “Lick or I will make you stay in my armpit for the rest of the day. And make the licks long so that you get all the sweat.” Why did puberty have to hit your little brother already, the BO of a boy going through puberty is probably the worst smell ever. And Your little brother could tell you that firsthand considering all the times you made him smell your armpit when you were going through puberty. Now you have a choice, you can lick his armpit, or you can spend the rest of the day smelling it, and he’d probably force you to lick it anyways out of pure spit from all the times you’ve done the same thing to him.
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