In a split second you make the decision as a big brother to save your little brother from the potential danger of a stranger, and you get up to answer the door.
"I got it," you say.
"No, I got it," Lewis insists.
"Sit down, and eat your breakfast, or I'll shit in your mouth!" you say. Lewis' face pales as the scenario enters his imagination like some kind of sick film, and, frightened by the vision, takes his seat without further complaint.
You enter the living room, and walk to the front door. You look through the peep hole to see the front porch is empty.
You open the door to peek around, and look down to see a mysterious package. You look around, and see no one hiding in the bushes, so you step outside, and around the package.
All you see is an empty suburban street. Weird.
You approach the package, and see a note. It says, "To Lewis. Hope this helps with your brother!"
You pick it up, and carry it inside to the kitchen, where you catch Lewis red handed in switching your plates. He sheepishly switches them back.
You open the package across from Lewis, who angrily blurts out, "Hey, that was for me!"
In the box is a water gun, and three vials of what looks like colored sand. There's gray sand, red sand, and blue sand. You pick up the water gun, and inspect it.
"Give it back!" Lewis shouts as he tries to scramble off the chair. He seems to be having trouble, but he finally manages to climb off, but his face pales once again as you lift the water gun to his face.
"A-Ash," Lewis stammers. "You don't know what that is!"
"It's a water gun, dumbass," you say, and you pull the trigger.
A burst of water shoots out of the gun, and onto Lewis' face. He screams as he tries to wipe it off, and you roll your eyes at his overreaction, but suddenly your 5'4" 12 year brother begins to shrink!
Smaller, and smaller he becomes, his clothes shrinking with him, so small that you have to get down onto your hands and knees to keep up with him. Your face just inches from the floor, you watch on in bewilderment as your brother shrinks to the size of a Q-Tip!
"What the fuck," you whispered to yourself as you gazed upon your 3 inch tall brother.
"Ash!" He yells up at you, hugging himself from fright. "Please grow me back!"
You stare at him, wondering how this could be possible, how a water gun could shrink someone, how... How this came in a package. How the package came with a note for Lewis.
Your eyes narrow, and you get up, picking Lewis up, by pinching the scruff of his t-shirt. You bring him to the counter with the package, set the water gun inside, and you get on his level.
"Were you gonna shrink me?" you ask.
Lewis nods, tears in his eyes as he looks up at his giant, 17 year old brother.
"Yes, I was, but I realize that it was such a stupid thing to do, I made a mistake, I'm sorry!" He spits out.
"What were you gonna do with me?" you ask.
He sniffles for a bit.
"Lewis," You say. "What were you planning?"
"If I tell you, promise me you won't hurt me? You have to promise!" he says.
"Cross my heart, and hope to die," you say.
"Put both of your hands up!" he says, and you repeat, this time with your hands up.
"I was..." He closes his eyes, and turns red, "I was gonna... I was gonna make you my butt slave. And keep you up my butt. And fart on you. And stuff."
You stare at him in mild shock. Part of you is impressed.
"And... What's the sands for?" you ask.
"It's magic dust!" he says. "The red one makes you grow back! It grows you to 3 feet first, and then it'll grow you to your regular height a second time. Can you use it on me, now?"
"What's the gray one for?" you ask.
Lewis stammers. "I-it's... It heightens your sense of smell. I was gonna use it on you."
You bite your lip as you contemplate what Lewis' plans were. It's all coming together. He was gonna shrink you, and then use the gray dust on you to make smelling his ass that much worse. At least he had plans to grow you back. Obviously he wasn't gonna keep you tiny forever, how would he explain that to mom and dad. But what about the blue dust?
"What's the blue dust for?" you ask.
Lewis doesn't say anything.
"Oh, the silent treatment, huh? Well, I guess that means it doesn't do anything. So you wouldn't mind if I sprinkled some on you, huh?" you say as you grab the vial of blue dust.
"Wait, Ash, no! Please, don't use that on me! I said I'm sorry, grow me back and we can throw it all away!" he begs.
"Oh, but I'm really curious," you say as you put your fingers on the cap.
"Please, Ash, don't!" he screams as he gets on his knees.
You put the blue dust back. And then grab the gray dust. You unscrew the cap, and shower it on top of Lewis.
"Ash stop! You promised you wouldn't hurt me! Your fingers weren't crossed!" he cries.
"I crossed my toes," you lie.
"Tell me what the blue dust's for," you demand.
"No!" Lewis shouts. He covers his nose as the smell of your body starts to overwhelm his senses.
"Guess we're just gonna have a repeat of this morning, huh? When I smothered you in my butt, and farted right up your nose? Wonder how that's gonna feel with this new superpower of yours?" you say.
"Ash, please don't fart on me! I'll die!" he shouts.
"Blue dust. What's it do?" you ask as you begin to stand up.
"Okay, okay!" Lewis gives in, and you stop. You sit back down as he explains, fingers still pinching his nose, "The blue dust makes you addicted to someone's body odor, like a drug. That's what the guy said! If you like their BO before you smell the dust, then you'll actually have fun, and be able to control it, or something. I don't remember, but I do remember he said that if I used it on someone who doesn't like my BO, then they won't be able to control their addiction! They're not going to love smelling BO, but they won't have a choice, because their body is going to die without it! So you see now why you can't use that on me??? Ever??? Please grow me back, Ash!"
You sit there, and let it all sink in. Your little brother is so fed up with your bullying that he'd go through such lengths to shrink you, into... Into butt slavery?! And with the blue dust it's obvious that he had no intentions of growing you back! The little psychopath!
What should you do? Maybe you should use the red dust to grow him to 3 feet. Or should you keep him tiny for the remainder of the vacation, and teach him a lesson, then grow him back before mom and dad show up? Or maybe... You stare at the blue dust.
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