It takes some doing but you manage to scale Jess's comforter. Actually it was a lot easier then climbing a rock wall or a tree. Jess isn't sleeping, but still she doesn't notice you because she's laying face down in her pillow. Well, better talk to her.
"Jess. Can we talk."
Your sister moans and drags her face out of her pillow. You take a step back; expecting her to freak out when she sees you.
Jess eyes focus in on you. See smile. "Hey, your looking well. Did you come to cheer me up?" Holy crap! Did she not notice your size?
You decide to be straight forward with your sister. "HEY! Look at me! I'm tiny! I mean I'm half the size of your pinky!"
"So. I've been bigger then you before... You remember when I turned ten I had that incredible growth spurt and ended up twice your size. You would always tackle me to the ground and try to pin me, but I'd always end up sitting on your face. Then make you choose between being getting farted on and being my slave for the evening." You sister gave out a nostalgic sigh. "I really miss that. Say," she gives you a mischievous grin, "you wanna wrestle?"
In truth, you wrestled her because you enjoyed being you sister's slave. Jess rarely asked you to do anything other then snuggle with her in bed and help choose outfits. Of course, that was before your mother decided Jess was to old for such things. Soon after, Jess stopped giving the 'be my slave' option and you stopped wrestling with her. So, do you want to wrestle her?
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