Your cousin, casually standing over you, briefly looks down at you. In his cocky manner, he calmly lifts one size 11 up, and rests it on your face. Your face melts into his bare sole while he relaxes it there. Feeling the light pressure on your face, you breathe in the bottom of his foot. After a moment he starts rubbing it up and down your face, flexing his toes over your nose. You look up at him and he stares down at you blankly, then smears his foot more purposely across your nose. You suddenly hear our other cousin call from downstairs. Your cousin stops, covers your whole face with his foot as if quieting you, and turns toward the stairs. You feel the bottom of his foot start to shake your face lightly as your cousin answers him. They have a little bit of a conservation as you lay there looking into his giant foot. You hear your other cousin from downstairs go back into the kitchen and feel your cousin smear his foot up and down your face a few more times. He covers your nose with his toes and rubs the bottoms firmly against your nose. “Who’s the king?,” he ask’s sarcastically. You point up at him as he engulfs your face with his entire foot, shaking the bottom briefly in agreement, replying,”Damn right.” He keeps you foot pinned a moment longer then removes his sole from your face as you watch the giant head down stairs.
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