You find yourself standing face to face with Isabel. She was always tall for her age, but you'd still had a good foot and a half on her. You're stunned, while her lips curl into a dangerous grin. "Guess your prank backfired huh," she taunts you. "Since you want to play so much, this is perfect though. Too bad you aren't even shorter; then I could be the big sister for once!" As she teases you, all you can do is stare dumbly at her feet, blinking again and again, thinking you'll finally notice that she's standing on her toes or standing on something else, but there's nothing there, just her smelly, unwashed feet standing on the same floor as you. She notices you staring though, and giggles. "What's wrong, squirt? Do you like my feet or something? You can smell them some more if you want."
"Don't be gross, Izzy!" You snap back at her, blushing at her insinuation. "No one would like your gross feet!"
"Hee hee! You do! David likes smelly feet~ David like smelly feet~!" She starts to chant, which just makes you feel even more embarrassed by your current situation.
"I do NOT!" you finally exclaim in frustration, her teasing actually getting to you because of how insecure you feel right now. You punctuate your sentence with a hard shove... or at least you try to, but Isabel barely moves. Her eyes light up and she giggles
"Is that all you can do, little Davy? Wow, you sure are a little wimp, huh~? You should shove people like this!" She shoves you back and you fall on your back with a yelp, taken by surprise. You're left staring up at her giggling face. "Don't worry, Davy! Since you like my feet so much, I'm gonna leave footprints all over your face this time!" Before you can retort, she tackles you as you try to rise and you end up wrestling with her on the floor, trying to get out from under your sister's stronger body before she can rub her gross feet in your face anymore.
"Seriously Isabel! Stop it or I'm not gonna go easy on you!"
"Haha, who cares! You're a wimp when you're fighting someone your own size!"
Unfortunately, she seems to be right, and you find yourself rapidly losing control of the situation, until at last you end up laying flat on your belly with Isabel sitting triumphantly on your back. You squirm around as best you can, but she effectively keeps you pinned to the floor.
"Heehee! I win! I win! Now guess what time it is, wimp!"
"Izzy let me up! We can't just-"
"That's right, time for the wimpy loser to smell the powerful winner's feet!" She curls her legs and from her position on your back to press her smelly soles into the sides of your face, sandwiching you between her dirty feet and leaving big footprints on your face. "Hee hee, aren't you happy, loser~?"
"No! Izzy, your feet are gross! Don't you even wash them"
"Hush! Losers like you don't get to complain!" She snaps back at you, giving your head a little kick. "My feet are perfectly fine. In fact, you love sniffing them, don't you, wimp?" Without waiting for you to respond, she squeezes your head betwen her feet and forces you to nod. "Hahaha! I knew it! Well don't worry, wimp~! You're gonna get to smell them a lot~!"
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