Two days passed by, you left Lewis alone since that last encounter because he got a little sick in the stomach thanks to your not-so-great cooking skills. It was about midday on Saturday now. As you walked downstairs into the living room you saw Lewis on the sofa, playing the Playstation. He seemed healthier now, it was time to go back to the routine.
"Oh! Hope you are feeling better brother," you happily announce."Your favourite punishment is up next: tomorrow I'm gonna give you a BUTTer sandwich for breakfast!" You chuckle.
You realize your brother is being unusually quiet, no doubt nervous from dread... or so you hoped. It could simply be because he is still a little sick, yet you couldn't help but break out into a fit of nervous laughter, disguised as genuine laughter from your own pun.
You had to address the elephant in the room.
"Lewis," you started, "what did you mean when you said a few days ago... about me having a foot fetish?"
Lewis sniggered "Why, have you been having dreams or something?"
You say "N-no I'm just... curious how you know what that is, is all. I'm concerned for you, as your big brother..."
Lewis paused his game in annoyance and replied, "Well, you are always telling me you are gonna put me through smelling this and that, and when you do, the way you smile and laugh as you torture me with your nasty socks, or your butt is always... sus. It made me curious so I looked it up online".
You felt your face blush. "Y-you looked online to learn about it, what search terms did you use?" you stammered, curious to know what Lewis found out.
Lewis continued, uninterested, even sort of avoidant, "Oh Ash, I typed something like foot sniffing, brother torture, smelly torture, etc."
"L-Lewis you can't look that stuff up. You are too young for that."
"Yeah, I know. But it did give indication you had a smell fetish. I was just guessing what I said two days ago though, but I thought you were only into feet cause I've heard that's common... But yesterday I discovered way more than just feet when I looked it in your PC..."
You gulped hard as your heart sank. Normally, he is never allowed on your PC, so he would totally be bluffing right now; but yesterday you decided to be a good brother and let him play on it because he was sick... Oh god.
"Yeah, Ash, I saw your internet history..." He says, realizing from your facial expressions that must've been what you were fearing. Thankfully though he didn't see-- "And the download folders too."
Oh, damn... that's SUPER bad.
"Tsk tsk" Lewis clicks his mouth while shaking his head slowly.
"Lewis... bro, y-y-you know you can't tell anybody about that, right?"
He grinned at you with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. "Suuure I know that."
"Come on Lewis." You pleaded "I-I will let you off, ok? I won't do any of that smelly torture to you anymore." you promised, "Please don't tell anybody". You were so fearful you begin to shake slightly. Lewis on the other hand had a look on his face like he was starting to enjoy this.
You waited on his reply, but he just ignored you and unpaused his game and carried on playing with a malicious grin.
You shouted "Please, Lewis, tell me you are not gonna tell anyone!"
He paused the game again and put the controller down, "Well, Ash, I wasn't really gonna say anything," He smirks again, obviously up to something devilish. "But you are acting too egotistic right now, even after all that stuff I've seen that you jerk off to. 'Not going to torture me anymore,' well duh, no kidding, Ash. That's so obvious I didn't even bothered making it a request, after all I saw I think if you never forced me again it would be too soon. But it's like you are not taking this serious enough, you can't just order me around. You should act more sorrowful if you really care about me not telling on you."
You gulped hard, and decided to...