Maybe Lewis had a point, you were being a bit unreasonable… He was being so nice by offering to let you get away scotch free from this, he was probably traumatized from seeing all that fucked up porn stuff.
“Okay, okay. I am very, very sorry, Lewis, for all the stuff I’ve made you do over the years; and for what you saw on my computer, don't worry too much about that, though, just try to forget it; you might understand it when you get older. Anyway, I swear I didn’t do anything to you because that stuff, it was all just normal brotherly banter… Now can you please forgive me?”
Lewis rolled his eyes, “Jeez, Ash. I’m not a little kid anymore.” He smiles condescendingly. “I get it, you are a weirdo who likes to jerk off to that stuff.”
"No!” You yell, before you remind yourself not to be angry at your brother right now, your voice breaks down, “N-no, I don't jerk off to that. Those pics are just… uhn, uh…" You stutter, unable to form coherent sentences.
Lewis’s grin grew even broader "Hahah, you can't deny it, Ash. I saw it all, videos of teens making their friends and siblings sniff their feet, armpits or farting, its actually kind of cute, in a sick, pathetic way. But I know you get hard from it. You even get hard sometimes when you make me smell you, you sicko.”
“T-that’s n-not true, Lewis, you must be imagining things.” You try to deflect the subject.
“Hahaha, you still not taking me serious, are you? It’s almost like you want me to tell everyone about your gross pics.”
Oh no, you pissed him off.
"W-wait, Lewis..."
You start to shake while trying to rationalize a better way out of this situation besides what you were about to do. But there was nothing. You had to force yourself to go through with it. It's not like a little dent to your ego could be compared to the absolute devastation that would come if you angered your brother right now.
So, not knowing what else to do, you let out a deep sigh. Then, you bent one knee, and then the other, until you were completely kneeling before Lewis. Your hands were folded in front of you, and you had a sad puppy dog face on.
You started crawling on all fours towards him, as he watched, a mixture of amusement and shock on his face.
Once you reached him, you started pleading, still on your knees and with your voice cracking, "Lewis, I'm sorry. P-Please, Lewis don't tell a-anyone, especially not mum or dad." You begged. “Do it for your big brother… Please, I’ve never asked you for anything like this before… I’ll do anything you want me to...”
You stared down on the ground, biting your lips as you heard Lewis cackling mad at the sight of your sorrowful pleads. “HAHAHA! Ahahahahaha! Ahahah! Alright, alright,” He replied with closed eyes. Words you were happy to hear, and your face was filled with hope for a second, but then you saw that he was approaching his feet near you and wiggling his toes. You stared at him, confused, "Anything I want, huh? Well,then kiss them, Ash." He demanded.
"W-What?” Your stare shifted from his face to his feet, back and forth, to his feet, to his face, “Lewis you can't be serious. N-no, th-that's too much."
"Ok, Ash." He said, displeased, "Then I guess not 'anything I want'. I guess everyone can just know you jerk off to stink torture porn. What do I care?"
You look at your brother with a face that said you had nothing to refute that with. Your chin simply dropped to the floor as you failed to understand, or believe, what was happening.
"Wait! Lewis, I'll... I'll do it..."
"Cool!" Lewis instantly shifted his mood, grinning and giggling while you blushed in embarrassment, “Don’t worry Ash, imma let you enjoy these as a compromise to our mutual trust, because I pity you, big bro.. And also cause I want a little pay back for all the stuff you made me endure, hahaha." He said, taking off his socks, "Now, lick them!" He shoved his feet on your face.
"L-Lick?!" You panicked, trying to dodge out of the way of his smelly feet, "I thought you only said to kiss them."
Lewis laughed maniacally for a while at how funny the sad face you made was. Eventually, he recomposed himself and said, "I did, I did say that, but I think they deserve better, big bro. Don’t you agree?"
Unwilling to reply, you closed your mouth into what could be called a pout while Lewis wiggled his toes, taunting you. His chubby and pale toes waggled, all 10 of them, in front of you while his large infantile soles revealed themselves as dirty yet smooth surfaces that begged to be licked. From his soles came a pungent aroma, and their stench made you realize you would have to suck in your pride a lot deeper than just kneeling in front of your brother.
"Well, Ash?" Lewis continued his teasing, "If you wanna keep our little secret, kiss em', lick em', give them the frenchie treatment!" He made mocking kiss motions and sounds while you stared in utter defeat.
You realize, to your astonishment, that you kinda did want to experiment with them, if only a little bit. Sure that's to be expected from someone with a fetish, right? But from your own younger brother, Lewis? The same Lewis you would stink-prank every so often? The one you forced to swallow YOUR foot a couple days ago? The same Lewis who you'd have farting competitions with and never thought anything sexual of? This wasn't right, yet the desire was so strong.
What were you going to do?
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