You watched with bated breath as your two siblings picked their characters and racetracks. Slowly you pulled a pillow to your chest, holding each side in palms which were quickly becoming sweaty. You really had no choice, you'd have to throw it at Olivia. She was too young and too unpredictable for your liking. Not to mention, you did have a fondness for your twin sister, even if it was seeing her superior face from between her gross toes. At the very least it was better than Olivia, and especially better than Chelsea or your Mother.
Can you say Stockholm Syndrome? Good, I knew you could.
Olivia and Rachel were neck and neck, speeding through the poorly aging backgrounds. You had one last moment of possible repentance, but it was too late for that. The finish line was quickly approaching, and both of your sisters needed all sensory faculties to avoid the shells bouncing between the track walls. You reeled back, pillow gripped by the corner, and swiftly spun it towards your younger sister.
POF! Olivia reeled to the side for a moment, not expecting your soft assault. In one moment, a turtle shell crippled her on screen chances and Rachel snaked past the finish line.
"What..." Olivia snapped her head around.
"Oh, jeez, sorry, -" Your spine turned to jelly after seeing the rage in her eyes.
"The Hell...." She got up to her full height, which was ironically close to a head below yours.
"No, no, see-" You slid off the couch and practically got on your knees.
"Was that?! What is wrong with you?! Do you really want to be tortured that badly?!" Olivia's arms flailed wildly as she approached you. You were actually shaking at the sight of your little sister angry. If you weren't about to have a panic attack, you'd be really, really embarrassed.
Rachel's hand reached out and grabbed Olivia's shoulder. "Hey now, you can't torture him. I won, didn't I?"
"That's not fair! He threw a freakin pillow at my head! Rematch!" Olivia was now turning that anger on your twin, who was admittedly not the most gracious winner.
"All's fair in love and kart, kiddo. He's mine for the day. If you want to make something of it, we'll just have to get mom involved." Rachel smirked.
"Augh, fine, whatever, take him. I can't stand to look at him anyway." Olivia parked herself on the couch and craned her neck away from you. Seems like she'd still stick around to watch you get shrunk.
"Okay, wait, Rachel, please, can't I do something else for you? Shine your shoes? Clean your room? Any chores? All the chores?" You knew this was going nowhere.
"'Fraid not squirt, there's only one thing I want from you..." She slinked towards you like a cat, her feet grazing the carpet you were about to be lost in, "Is for you to shrink down and sniff my sweaty feet. Ready?"
"No."
"Too bad. See ya!" She sang, flicking you on the nose, and setting off the cascade of processes which caused your vision to swim, your bones to scream, and your entire brain to light aflame in anxiety anew. As your body got smaller you crouched onto your knees and put your hands on the carpet, which was now rapidly rising up to meet you...
Nauseous from the transformation you shook your head and blinked the tears out of your eyes. As your vision cleared you saw Rachel's toes excitedly wiggling in front of you, ready to reach out and smother you underneath.
"Boy oh boy, I love seeing you like that. Nothing like a fresh bug-brother to torture." Rachel said, as you stretched your neck, trying to see her distant face.
Before she could do anything though, Olivia suddenly sprang from the couch, slipping around Rachel, lifting up her dirty sock and smashing it heavily down onto your body before you could move or even before she could savor the moment. Your entire body sang in pain, limbs displaced far from where they would normally be. Her foot, however, lifted quickly.
"That's what you get you jerk! You had better hope I don't get a hold of you!" Olivia yelled before storming off.
Rachel was as flabbergasted as you, swiveling her head back and forth from your exiting little sister and your crushed body. She quickly gained her bearings and knelt down to get a better look at you.
"Jeez, she really didn't hold back." Rachel ran her soft index finger over your body, which was in an absurd amount of pain. "Why did you do that anyway? Did you really want to be under my feet so badly?" She grinned.
You laid there and asked yourself the very same question. Did you really prefer being underneath Rachel? Or did you just need to exert any amount of control over the situation? Maybe if you didn't eke out that tiny bit of power, you'd really go insane.
"Well, whatever, you're not too beat up anyway." Rachel said standing, apparently not noticing, or not caring about, how severe that stomp was. "At least, not too beat up to breath out of your nose, right? I told you, I want you sniffing. Now." With that she sat on the couch and placed her sweaty toes directly over your body. You breathed the sweet stink of her feet and wondered if you'd made anything resembling the right choice.
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