When your big bro is home from college, he instantly slips back into resting his feet on you, just like he did through his high school years. You being nothing more but a part of the furniture for his feet. He glances over at you, wiggles his toes slightly, and extends one bare foot into your stomach. Being thrust back into the cushions, you try to push his foot away, only moving it up your chest. He slightly smirked, remembering the old habit, and rolled over onto his backside. Turning back to the TV, he guided the bottom of his foot up, planting it against your face. Grunting some as his other barefoot joined in, both of them pushing against your face, smothering you in foot darkness. Feeling him stretch out, his soles wiggling on your face, you remember how he’d do this to you after practice or whenever he wanted to be a nuisance. Him being so much stronger and bigger, fighting back was useless, so you’d always end up submitting… letting his big feet rule your face with their smell. Now that he’s home on break, he still teases your face as nothing but a footrest for him to rub on while he ignores you. You consider fighting back, but since he’s only home for a short while, you allow his feet to have their way with you. You feel the soles pressing against your face, occasionally shifting on your nose, him disregarding you completely while projecting casual dominance. You slightly grunt, moving your face against the bottoms, totally recalling how he teasingly kept you submerged under his feet all through junior high.
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