Carly tapped the eraser of her pencil against the lined paper on her desk in her bedroom, doing her best to concentrate on a math problem she had reread about five times. Blinking several times, Carly took a deep breath and read it back through, finally allowing it to register in her mind so she could actually begin working out the problem. Setting the leaden pencil tip against the paper, the seventeen-year-old began etching out numbers to the best of her ability, but after a moment of writing, she realized it wasn’t going in any particularly logical direction.
With a smug smile and a soft moan of glee, Carly recognized just how preoccupied she was and decided to take a quick brain break, instead allowing herself to concentrate more pleasurably on the tickling sensation she was experiencing. Under the desk, beneath her massive, tanned right bare foot was Jack, pinned powerlessly under her big toe and struggling valiantly to get free.
She felt him wrap both arms and legs around her toe for an instant, as if this action would give him more leverage and the possibility of escape. She chuckled, shaking her head, but at the same time admired his resolve, as well as what was apparently a very high level of hope that he was actually strong enough to push his little sister’s overpowering toe off of his naked body.
Because of this admiration, Carly indulged her puny brother for a moment, and instead of pressing down on his body even harder with her long, muscular toe, waited for a moment to see what he planned to do. She felt him grasping roughly with all four of his limbs around her toe, violently searching for any point of advantage. It was adorable to Carly, and she couldn’t help but giggle lightly again as the tickle was sent into her sensitive foot flesh. The effort he was putting into grasping all angles of her toe with his limbs was actually warming it up a little, and the very thought of this caused the goose bumps to rise up along Carly’s skin again.
In some strange way, she realized, Carly was honored that he would put so much effort into her. It was cute to her, really. The fact of reality was that, with enough applied pressure, Carly could snap her brother’s spine beneath the weight of her foot with a simple angular change of her thick, padded digit. However, it was far too fun to not force Jack to realize this fact, and instead let him have his little dream of being strong enough to lift the soft, smelly toe off of his body like a piece of meaty deadweight.
Carly blinked. That was long enough. Pressing downward suddenly with her big toe, Carly instantly immobilized her brother against the carpet again, pinning him like a heavyweight wrestler on a malnourished first grader. It wasn’t even a contest, and Carly could practically feel the hope draining once again from her puny brother’s body beneath the weight of her toe as he exhaled heavily, trying to catch his breath again unsuccessfully. The wrinkled, sinewy big toe was applying far too much pressure to make this a very easy task, though. She could feel his lungs deflating rapidly, his relatively thin skin caving against his ribcage, which felt to Carly more brittle than plastic.
Satisfied for the moment, Carly allowed her mind to shift away from her pathetic brother currently pinned to the carpet by one of her big toes, and instead returned to her math homework. It wasn’t a fun alternative, but Carly knew if she kept up like this much longer, she’d but up far past midnight getting all of her work done. Setting the pencil tip back on the paper, she began to write again, this time coherently. However, the reprieve didn’t last long before she felt something else that caused her to stop her work, shake her head in disbelief, and smile proudly and piously.
She could feel him getting to work on her big toe again, pushing upward with all his might against the soft give of her skin as if bench-pressing. It wasn’t having an effect, but he didn’t give up. Carly couldn’t help but be impressed with how quickly her vulnerable little slave-sibling had recovered and gone back to his useless task of removing his sister’s big toe’s immense, fleshy weight and stale stench.
As if.
He’s got balls, thought Carly. I’ll give him that much.
The ease with which she could make this moment even more unbearable for him was the main thrill to Carly. He was pinned in the most dangerous of places. Under her foot. Under her toe. And even here, safe from the primary plain of wrinkled, thick foot flesh, he was in incredible danger. Despite how dexterous the young girl was with her feet, having become so practiced at abusing Jack with them, there was still great risk involved when shifting weight between them. If Carly started to lose her balance on her chair, she knew there was a chance she would stomp down instinctively with her right foot for balance, instantly liquefying her brother into a red stained tattoo of memory on her big toe.
That was all of the fun, though. The excitement. The risk. The danger. So much depended on her at this moment. The tiny, insignificant life could be snuffed out with the simplest of motions. It was more effective for Carly than any game of Russian Roulette ever would be. Finally, Carly cleared her throat and took a deep breath, then leaned her head closer to the edge of the desk.
“Smoochies, little bro. Give it smoochies,” she cooed down at him, making mocking puckering noises with her moist lips before returning her gaze to her math paper. With a smile, she felt the effect almost instantly. The tiny, almost non-distinguishable pecks of wetness being planted on her thick big toe. Her little brother’s lips, hard at work. She giggled, rubbing her forehead. No matter how many times this happened, she couldn’t get over the magnificent novelty of it.
What was going on right now was boggling Carly’s mind in so many wonderful ways. Jack hated her already. That much was certain, and not even for money would he have kissed the top of her head years ago at his normal size. Now, he had to kiss her, with no benefit whatsoever besides continued survival. But it wasn’t her cheek or head. It was the filthiest, smelliest, stalest, thickest part of her entire body. Something reserved for use walking through mud puddles and being pounded on continually for sweat-inducing physical activity. He was placing his mouth, the thing he needed to keep relatively clean to eat with and just for his peace of mind, onto the lowliest of Carly’s skin and offering tokens of love to it. Whenever it was asked for. She couldn’t even fathom how awful it was for him: the mental and emotional havoc being wrecked on his psyche, the dismal realization of how little he was worth in the eyes of his spoiled rotten little sister, the dirty and salty flavors assaulting his throat with each painful, heart-crushing kiss upon possibly his most hated place in the entire world.
The tingling sensation returned tenfold, causing Carly to shiver slightly. She closed her eyes, savoring each itsy bitsy kiss on her toe. It was like being tickled by the tiniest, gentlest feather available, and Carly knew she would never tire of it. Like having her foot washed by the tender, sugary body of a fairy, its wings clipped and its trembling, naïve body placed rightfully on the ground to worship its statuesque goddess. This idea was particularly wonderful to Carly, and she gazed up at the ceiling of her room, resting her chin on a soft fist, and beginning to lose herself in a daydream.
“Kiss me, little fairy. Kiss me, pet. You don’t need your magic anymore. You just need me…” she drawled, the words coming out sounding half-drunken, as she was exhausted from all the homework and basketball practice earlier. “You don’t need to fly. You don’t need your stupid little wings. You need to be there, on the ground, where you belong. You’re not a person. You’re a bug. A cute little bug. Welcome to your new… home… under me,” she said with a smile, pulling herself from the daydream and forcing her toe back down on Jack with a fleshy snap, ending this newest attempt of his to escape the prison of his sister’s bus-sized bare foot.
“That’s soooo much better,” she cooed under her breath, smiling wider as she felt his limbs squirming pathetically against her rank toe skin again. “No more wings for Jackie-poo.”
Sighing contentedly, Carly grasped the pencil with newfound determination and energy, and returned her eyes to the math problem. However, this didn’t last long before she was frowning again. Something wasn’t right. But what? After a moment of thinking, Carly rolled her eyes in annoyance and realized what it was.
Scrunching her big toe so hard around Jack’s body she felt him buckling upward slightly from the hard, fleshy pull of her foot wrinkles, she peered under the desk, continuing to frown. She used his slippery, sweating body for a few more seconds to massage her dry skin, scrunching mindlessly, hypnotically, up and down, as if trying to find the point where Jack’s body would break in half under the crushing, curling weight of her plump, unpainted big toe.
“Hey. I don’t remember telling you to stop kissing, you stupid little bug,” she whispered sharply to her tiny brother as he struggled to stay in one piece against the soft, reeking torture device of his younger sister’s terrifyingly strong big toe.