Wanting to keep up this pace, you jumped right into your next offer. “I’ve got a story about Tracy and Norah, if you’re interested.” You explained. “It just came to me.”
Quinn leaned back in her chair and folded her arms in front of her prodigious chest. “Sure, go ahead.”
“Alright.” You rubbed your hands together. “It’s nothing too crazy. Basically…”
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
It was the summer between tenth and eleventh grade, in the middle of blistering August. By this point of the summer, you’d finished all of your preparatory assigned work for the upcoming school year, so you were totally free for the remaining ten days of your break. As such, you spent most of your time sprawled out on the couch lazily watching TV. It was easy living, perhaps a bit boring, but definitely relaxing.
On this particular day, you’d made sure to avoid the havoc hurricane that was Aunt Norah. She’d arrived the day prior, showing up minutes before your mom headed out on another of her seemingly endless business trips. Norah hadn’t been in the house for more than five minutes before she’d plopped her gargantuan buttocks onto your tiny body, not noticing you on the chair she’d claimed as her own. Of course, Tracy had let her sit there for over an hour before letting slip your whereabouts.
Norah had given her trademark quick apology, laughing as she did so, and though you knew she meant well, you knew it was safer for you to just distance yourself from her as much as possible. This morning she was sequestered away in a side room, probably in the middle of one of her daily yoga sessions. She hadn’t crushed or smushed you yet, and you were determined to keep it that way by maintaining a healthy distance from your airheaded aunt, all day if need be.
A few minutes later, your younger sister walking by, sparing a quick sidelong glance at you before she approached the room Norah was in. Opening the door, Tracy was hit by an overwhelming wave of heat, and she gasped for breath. Even from across the room on the couch, you could feel the hot temperatures of the room hit your face, and could hardly imagine what Norah was doing in there.
Thankfully, Tracy spoke for you, poking her head into the room. “Aunt Norah, what are you doing? Why is it so freakin’ hot in here?” Tracy laughed. “You’re sweating up a storm!”
Norah’s hearty laugh floated all the way from the room to your ears. “Oh, good morning, Tracy, dear! I wanted to switch up my morning yoga by trying out something I saw online. It’s called hot yoga, I think. The point is to work up a crazy sweat.”
Tracy wrinkled up her nose. “Really? That seems kinda gross.”
Norah laughed again; her voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion. “It is, but it truly does feel good to get it all out, you know? It’s why I closed all the windows in this room, turned off the AC, and brought in that heater in the corner. The hotter the better…or so I read.”
“I mean, you do you, Aunt Norah.” Tracy giggled, moving to step back and close the door.
“Oh wait!” Norah called out. “If you could do one quick thing for me, dear? I forgot a sweat rag, and I sure as heck will need one by the time I’m down. Preferably sooner. Could you get one for me?”
Tracy nodded, not at all surprised her scatterbrained aunt would forget something so crucial for morning exercise. “Sure thing, I’ll be right back.”
“You’re an angel, Tracy!” Were Norah’s last words before Tracy closed the door and walked back towards you, moving to pass through the living room and towards the bathroom to procure a washcloth.
On her way, she glanced over at you again, and stopped in her tracks. Your younger sister paused while staring at you, frowning. An expression danced in her eyes, one of curiosity and inquisitiveness, a look which you failed to notice as you’d gone back to happily watching TV. You didn’t so much as glance the huge grin which began to grow on Tracy’s face, nor the malicious glint in her eyes as she sauntered over to you.
It was only when Tracy was directly beside you, towering above you that you noticed her. Taking your eyes off the TV, you craned your neck all the way back to peer up at your giantess sister, her smirk on full display. Feeling incredibly uneasy, you tried to play it cool and hopefully diffuse any situation that may be brewing. You had no idea what her plans were.
“Uh…hey, Tracy.” You said, as casually as possible, though your voice still wavered. Tracy grinned wider, seemingly pleased that you were so on-edge around her.
“What’s up, Hunter? Finished all your schoolwork for the first day of class in a week and a half?” Tracy asked, almost friendly, though her unsettling grin remained.
You gulped. “Y-yeah…”
“Great! Doing anything today?” Tracy put her hands on her hips and leaned just a little closer to you. You subconsciously drew into yourself a bit.
“…no?”
Tracy clapped her hands together. “Awesome! Then you’ll be perfect for this!” Your younger sister clapped again…although this time, it consisted of her slapping her palms down onto the couch, and crushing you flat.
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