Jenn looked out of the window of her cab to the sprawling suburbs. Autumn leaves covered the streets, giving the whole place a picturesque and peaceful look. The houses, all of them pretty new, built just in the last decade, looked ancient under the afternoon light of late November.
The woman sighed and shifted her focus from the background to her reflection in the window. With her hand she brushed her black hair and adjusted her ponytail to her liking. She thought the haircut gave her a very professional and capable aura. And it combined well with her black blazer and pants, and her clean white shirt. In fact, Jenn couldnât bring herself to appear unsuccessful to her family.
She was born in a wealthy asian-american family. Her dad was of the strict types. He ensured Jenn attended an elite high school, and was very concerned at all times with her grades and the contacts she made. He ensured she entered law-school. And even now that she was an independent adult, he always asked about work whenever he was on the phone.
And about a boyfriend.
Jenn looked to the side, to the empty seat at the side. This was the third Thanksgiving in a row without bringing a boyfriend home. She sighed. Why couldnât she get a boyfriend? She had everything. Good looks, wealthy, stable jobâŚ
Maybe youâre just a bossy bitch? The words echoed in her mind and she almost let out a loud groan. They belonged to his little step-brother, from the last Thanksgiving they shared.
His name was Oliver. Jennâs dad and his mom got together while Jenn was starting college and he was still in high school. As such, they didnât share a childhood together and mostly interacted through family meetings and vacations where the two happened to coincide in home.
While Jennâs dad was a strict helicopter parent, Oliverâs mom was a laid back wealthy new age type. Jenn loved her though, and always felt her advice to be useful and found her to be sincerely concerned about her stress during college, even though she was her daughter by law only, and the two had met when she was already an adult.
Still, she could have done a better job with Oliver.
âHere we are maâam, 553 Laurel driveâ
Home sweet home, Jenn thought.
She walked out of the cab and retrieved her luggage from the trunk. She gave the cab a generous tip and a five star review on the app. She sighed and looked at her familyâs home.
The place was a true McMansion. Over three stories tall not counting the attic and extensive basement. A garage that could fit around eight cars. Walls of a rather ugly mix of white and gray bricks. And an extensive lawn. Jenn walked the brick road that connected the street to her familyâs home, stopping in the entrance to get her keys from her pocket. Only for the door to be opened for her.
âJenn! Itâs so great to see you again!â said a woman. Jenn instantly recognised the voice. It was Maeve, her step mom.
She looked rather young for her age, sporting a long, curly red mane. And rocking a black sweater and some loose elephant pants with a floral, autumn colored design.
âMom!â Jenn greeted, giving her a tight hug. She had always called her mom, no epithet.
âHowâs life in the big city?â she asked, breaking from the hug and giving Jenn a kiss on her cheek.
âAh, you knowâŚâ Jenn said, not wanting to get into discussing work, her home economics or her rather disastrous love life âsame boring stuff as alwaysâŚâ
âDonât worry about it, Jenn, weâll have a lot of time to talk, you must be tired from the long tripâ Maeve said âAnd here I am holding you hostage in the entrance, come in, come in!â
Jenn smiled and walked into the house. She was, honestly, really tired. Her old room was on the third floor, and not wanting to carry the luggage over the long stairs, she set it aside and walked straight to the living room. Maeve excused herself and returned to the kitchen.
âHey sis!â said the voice of a young man. Oliverâs.
He was lying down on one the various sofas around the coffee table, with his feet up resting on the sofaâs arm. He was wearing a striped t-shirt and a dark gray cardigan over it, along with some relaxed-fit jeans. Big white headphones that connected to a Nintendo Switch were resting on his neck. He wasnât wearing any shoes, having his old white socks up in the air. Said shoes were laying a few feet away from him, as if he had kicked them off. He had a rather messy hair, the same shade of red as his momâs.
âOliverâ greeted Jenn, hiding a groan, walking past him and hiding the fact that she was very disgusted by Oliver having his feet up for all to smell.
He was playing a game on his Switch, and only paused it to briefly greet Jenn. As soon as she had sat down, he returned to it and put his headphones back on.
Jenn grabbed her phone from her pocket and began absent mindedly scrolling social media. Although, as she breathed in, the small hint of Oliverâs feet intruded in. Mixed between the natural smells of the living room, and Maeveâs favorite cleaning products.
Soon she couldnât help herself but to stare, very coldly, at Oliver. It was almost automatic. She just kept looking at him, shooting daggers through her eyes. Oliver was very focused on his game, but he eventually felt Jennâs stare through the corner of his eyes. Eventually he looked up.
âYour feetâ Jenn said.
âWhat?â Oliver said.
Jenn motioned, as if playing charades, for Oliver to take his headphones off. He did.
âYour feetâ Jenn repeated.
Oliver groaned âOh come on, youâve been here for like, what, a minute? and youâre already bossing me aroundâŚâ
âIâm not âbossing you aroundâ Oliver, Iâm concerned about this roomâs clean airâ
âThis room is pretty big, Itâs not my fault youâre on my smellâs trajectoryâ he said.
âOhhhh âtrajectoryâ! Thatâs a big word, little man!â Jenn said, not even trying to put a layer of sarcasm between her and her words.
âWh-what is that supposed to mean?â Oliver said. Jenn knew he was insecure about being only 5'9".
âNothing, nothingâŚâ Jenn said.
âYou really need to learn to be softer, sis, thatâs probably why you canât land a boyfriendâ
âNow what is THAT supposed to mean!?â Jenn said, the remark getting under her skin.
âGee, you really need to get that stick out of your assâŚâ
âYou know what? I just got here and youâre already being a bratty asshole!â Jenn said, standing up from her seat. âI just wanted to rest, the flight, the cab, the airport, everything is so tiresome, not that youâd know about itâ
âWhat do you mea-â started Oliver, getting instantly cut by Jennâs interruption
âYouâre just a kid, you know nothing about responsibility, you just lay back there with your feet up in the airâ
Oliver was about to answer, but Jenn just stormed out of the room. He returned to his game with a groan as he heard her going up the stairs.
Stupid fucking brat, Jenn thought. Oliver was thinking the same, although replacing the word `brat´ with the word `bitch´. They just couldnât see eye to eye.
Jenn was walking now through the hallway absentmindedly, tired and angry. Ignoring everything, she just wanted to get to her room and lay down for a damn minute. However, that wasnât going to happen.
She was distracted by a green glow, coming from a room, Oliverâs room. Although that was the least of places she wanted to get herself into, this time there was an abnormal exception.
In the middle of his room, there was a green floating dodecahedron, transparent and glowing. Jenn had no idea where the thing came from, nor what it was, but she felt drawn to it. Almost hypnotized. She didnât even feel her feet moving towards the green object.
The object had this mysterious allure to it. As if it was a beautiful flower and Jenn a frail butterfly coming to suck a bit of its delicious nectar. She felt powerless. And yet there was no fear in her mind. She wanted the object. She wanted it all for herself. She didnât know why.
Jenn was in the middle of her bratty step brotherâs room, a step away from the green gem. Without even thinking about it, she stretched her right arm to the jewel, andâŚ
It disappeared.
As if it were nothing but a dream, the gem was gone, the greenish light was gone, she was just standing there in Oliverâs room all alone.
Jenn felt as if a spell was broken. She blinked once, then twice. She felt a warm touch on the tips of her fingertips, right where she was supposed to have touched the gem.
âHuh?â Jenn said, out loud. To no one.
But the warm touch didnât go away. To her surprise it started⌠spreading, first up her arm, then to her chest and then to her entire body. She felt this heat slowly and surely overtaking her entire self.
She noticed she was frozen in place, she wanted to move her muscles but her body wasnât responding at all, as if she was inside a statue.
Then she noticed the furniture in Oliverâs room all getting bigger and bigger. The desk getting farther away, the bed she was sitting in became like a plain. The floor down and the ceiling above become each like a chasm and the sky respectively.
This wasnât happening, Jenn thought. She was shrinking!
And then her worst nightmare came to pass.
âStupid Jenn, all high and migh-â Said Oliver, entering his room, and immediately noticing her dwindling step sister on his bed.
âWhat the fuck?â he whispered. His heart started to race, he looked to his sides and outside the hallway. Then, almost instinctively, he closed and locked the door behind him.
Jenn had finished shrinking when she heard the lock on the door. That made her flinch, and in the act of flinching she knew she had at least regained control of her body, that was a relief, and it would have been great if only Oliver wasnât in the room and had he not locked the door.
âWell, well, wellâŚâ he began saying âjust look what we have here!â
âOliverâ Jenn asked âWhat the fuck was that stone or gem or something doing in your room!?â she said, panicked.
âStone? Gem?â said Oliver, genuinely puzzled âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ
âCome on this isnât the time to play games with me! What did you do to me!â
âHmm, one correction! This just happens to be the perfect time to play some games!â he said, grinning.
That grin genuinely scared Jenn, she backed off, but her step brother was getting closer and closer to the bed, each step echoing with a boom through the pillowy surface of his bed. All of this made running away impossible. And with a step from Oliver roughly measuring up to who knows how many of hers it was beyond impossible.
Then, she felt two enormous fingers picking her up by the waist. Soon she was greeted by Oliverâs freckled smiling face and green eyes that gave off some of the most wondrous joy she had ever seen, as if he had found a little tressure.
She was frankly too terrified to even say something.
âAw, whatâs wrong big sis, scared?â he said
Jenn said nothing. And after noticing she was actually shaking, took deep breaths to calm herself, gather some courage and confront her step brother.
âUnhand me Oliver!â she barked.
The boy was taken by surprise, he didnât expect that at this scale his step sister would remain so defiant and even a little arrogant, as always.
âYouâre in no position to make demands, big sisâ he replied, the smile not leaving his face still.
âYou will unhand me NOW!â Jenn said, mustering the most commanding tone.
âAnd if I donât want to?â said Oliver, his grin widening, getting even a little malicious.
âI w-will scream!â replied Jenn, with the first thing that came to her mind, hoping Oliver hadnât noticed her voice cracking.
The giggle that came from his mouth sadly proved her wrong.
âOkay, okay sis, Iâll unhand youâ he said.
Next thing she knew she was falling down in the air. She didnât have a moment to scream before falling on her back on Oliverâs bed.
âTHAT WAS NOT FUCKING FUNNY!â she screamed at Oliver.
âGee sis, is that the loudest you can shout?â Said Oliver.
The obvious implication settled immediately on Jennâs mind.
There was nothing she could do now.
She was at the complete mercy of her step brother.
Her stupid fucking brat of a step brother.
She wanted to scream, but as Oliver said, that thing that must have felt like a squeak to him was the loudest she could get. She gained nothing with screaming.
âAw, donât look at me like some sort of scared rat, sis, itâs not like Iâm going to hurt you or whateverâŚâ said a slightly disappointed Oliver. Because there was a little disappointment there, he had hoped Jenn would be humbled, not completely terrified.
âY-you wonât hurt meâŚ?â Asked Jenn, like a true scared rat.
âI promise, I really do Jenn, you might be small but youâre still my big sisâ Said Oliver.
Jenn sighed a sigh of relief hearing that.
âHowever-â Started Oliver, and Jennâs heart sank immediately.
â-that depends on your definition of hurtâ he finished.
âNo, no no no no noâŚâ Said Jenn, shaking her head and getting on her feet.
âIâm joking! Iâm joking!â Said Oliver, motioning with his hands to get her to be still.
âStop fucking playing with me!â Shouted Jenn.
âSis, I havenât started playing with you yetâ Said Oliver.
âWha-â started Jenn before being interrupted by Oliver coming at lightning speed to the bed. making her bounce a few inches in the air, but to her it felt like several feet. She landed straight back on the bed, again with on her back.
But this time she was pinned to the bed by Oliverâs face, his nose was firmly planted on her abdomen, right on her tummy.
âYou knowâŚâ he said âI always thought you were very prettyâŚâ
Each word sent a mouthful of warm air down Jennâs legs. It was strangely comforting. The little warmth there. But she wouldnât say it outloud ever.
âWh-what do you mean?â She said, this time barely hiding her voice cracks.
âWhat I just said⌠youâre, you know prettyâŚâ he said, now his voice cracking a little. Jenn could feel him even shaking a bit. Regardless of the size difference this was still a the first time Oliver got so close to a girl.
âOliver⌠please, tell me exactly what you meanâŚâ she begged.
âYouâve always been like, perfect, JennâŚâ he said âSince I was a little teen I had hoped you would at least acknowledge me, pay me attention⌠I donât know⌠it was nice when you were around without being bossy and stuffâŚâ he said
âYou⌠please donât tell me youâŚâ
âI like you Jennâ The words she feared the most.
âOliver⌠weâre siblingsâŚâ She said.
âStep siblings⌠thereâs not a drop of blood we share, so where is the problem in liking you?â
âItâs j-just wrongâ She said, as calmly as she could, she was getting nervous.
âWho caresâŚâ Said Oliver, unpinning her, crawling back on the bed. But this wasnât with the intention of freeing Jenn from his grasp, he was just accommodating himself. Jenn was soon on his hands again.
His hands were a little shaky and Jenn could feel the sweat on his palms.
âOliverâŚâ She started before being interrupted by her brotherâs kiss.
The kiss encompassed her whole face instead of just her lips, but it was a kiss nonetheless. Short, very short. The whole affair felt like a decade for both of them but it was shorter than a second.
âSorryâ Oliver said âFirst kisses are always awkwardâŚâ
Jenn was so thoroughly dumbfounded to say anything at all.
âOh come on Jenn! Itâs not like we can be, you know, a couple or anythingâ He said âI donât like you like thatâ
Still dumbfounded.
âWh-what I mean is that now you can be like, I dunno, a pet to me! Youâll be the little hamster ill bring to campus!â he said, trying to salvage it.
Jenn was, still, absolutely dumbfounded.
âWell not technically a pet since pets are animals and youâre like a shrunken person, but like whatâs a word for a little person that has to rely on a big person now? This is completely new, they have to invent a new word for your situation!â
Jenn touched her face, where she was kissed. She didnât feel disgust nor like her consent had been violated. If anything she felt slightly aroused. And yet still dumbfounded enough to say anything at all.
âWhy donât we go with shrinky? I have been thinking it over and it sounds way less dehumanizing than toy or pet and it doesnât carry the baggage that slave does so I say we go with thatâ
Jenn finally spoke again.
âYeah, letâs go with thatâ
âNice! So youâll be my little shrinky to play and have fun with and-â
âOliver, I donât trust your definition of funâ Jenn said.
âWell didnât you have fun with our little kissâ he said, slightly petting her stepsisterâs back with her index finger.
âI mean y-yeah it was a bit funâ she admitted, trying to hide the reddish hue her face had taken.
âYou know I can think of more fun stuff to do now, to like, you know, have funâ he said, awkwardly.
Jenn felt like fighting an inner demon. This shit was wrong on so, so many levels.
But admittedly it was indeed fun.
Jenn was too embarrassed to say anything at all. Too visibly embarrassed on top. And she knew Oliver was going to enjoy every second of her embarrassment.
And the worst part is that she felt like she was going to enjoy a little bit of it too.
So she just nodded to her step brother.
âPerfect!â he said.
The first thing Jenn felt after those words came out from his mouth was his warm, fleshy, moist tongue coming towards her whole body. It was a completely alien sensation. At this scale, she felt it like a soft and yet porous surface, like a giant wet sponge. It was frankly indescribable. Jenn couldnât relate the thing to anything else she had experienced in her entire life.
The next few licks were more confident than the first one. A little less awkward, but the awkwardness of the situation was almost inherent to it. They were step siblings, one was shrunken down to a few inches by a mysterious object and the other was a clumsy virgin who always wanted to do this kind of stuff but didnât know precisely how to do it or what you were supposed to do.
And then frankly what are you supposed to do when faced with this situation? Itâs not like there is a guided manual for what to do with your shrunken step sibling isnât it?
He was in fact so clumsy with it that he had forgotten completely about taking her clothes off. The thing that would probably be step one in the guided manual if there ever were one. Probably written by them.
And then there was the other thing going on. The fact was that Jenn liked it. Jenn was absolutely into it. As much as also an unwilling part in it. A living contradiction. She wanted to get out of her brotherâs clutches as much as she wanted to keep this going.
Oh god, this shirt is completely ruined now, she thought. The little rational part of her brain that was still working and not overwhelmed by her situation.
But the other part, the darker part, the one at the bottom of her consciousness, where the primal, animalistic instincts and desires are stored and kept away from our âcivilizedâ parts whispered to her: let him continue, letâs see where this is going.
And in this moment, that was the strongest part of Jennâs mind.
She started to lose herself in the moment, just to be gently caressed by her step brotherâs gentle licks. She was so lost in herself that she didnât even notice the moment she was completely inside his mouth.
To Jenn this was like a wake up call, but only partially, she turned on herself to hold on to Oliverâs teeth, in an attempt to avoid the dangerous pit that was his throat. Grabbing on to teeth, she rolled over to the other side, on to his cheek.
Jenn was completely covered in saliva by this moment and admittedly she was starting to like it. Meanwhile, Oliver was now licking her in the back and ass, even though they were still covered by a blazer and pants, she hadn't even taken her shoes off.
Maybe it was that she was so occupied with her work or that she never got into dating but something broke inside Jenn while inside his step brotherâs mouth. This was it. This was genuinely good. She felt loved. She felt warm.
However, just as she was about to actually moan, Oliver took her out of his mouth by picking her up by the waist, as he did earlier. The poor girl was a complete mess, her carefully kept attire now a wet rag. Completely ruined.
âOh, sorry sis, I got carried away thereâŚâ Said Oliver, genuinely sorry.
âItâs⌠fine⌠itâs just fine⌠I can⌠always get new clothesâ Said Jenn, the change in environment was so radical that she was a bit stunned. Her thoughts werenât flowing right.
Oliver almost felt pity to see her sister reduced to a wet, blushy mess. But just as Jenn had a darker inner side that wanted to see where this was going, so too did Oliver. He was way more empowered and emboldened by Jennâs predicament however. And he was a bit more playful than Jennâs. An idea occurred to him and he wasnât going to let the opportunity pass.
âI need you to get somewhere warm fast⌠I uhhâŚâ he didnât know how to properly finish that sentence. So he just proceeded with his plan.
Carefully he set the wet mess that was Jenn on the floor. Then he kicked his shoes away.
Jenn knew perfectly ahead of time where this was going and that rational part of her didnât want to get to it at all. This was going to be the lowest of the low for her but her inner demons were stronger.
In a weird mix of willing and unwilling, she turned herself so she was facing upwards, just as Oliver was taking his socks off. She swallowed saliva, and began to unbutton her wet shirt.
âP-please⌠be gentleâ she said, almost a whisper, she wasnât sure Oliver could even hear her. There was no purpose in her saying that. It was almost just a formality.
Oliverâs feet came for her, clumsy and awkward as he was, he didnât know where to particularly start. He was just hovering his feet above her. The smell was just as bad as before, when Jenn had the power to at least attempt to convince him to back down. Now she was completely powerless, completely at the mercy of his little step brother.
And it was glorious.
She was starting to lose herself here. She was starting to find that being reduced to this weak, powerless, pathetic form was the best thing that ever happened to her, that it was good for her to be here at the mercy of her step brother. That even if Oliver didnât want to use the words `pet´ or `toy´ that was absolutely what she was reduced to now and it was glorious.
Oliver started to massage her. His bare soles came into contact with her skin now that she had at least unbuttoned her messy shirt. He didnât lie, his feet were warm. The sole was even softer than she had expected. And the smell was completely overpowering.
âMy, I distinctly remember you saying you didnât like the smell of my feet, whatâs up with that now huh big sis?â Oliver said.
Oh God.
The sole mention of the words `big sis´ almost altered Jennâs brain chemistry completely. But the battle wasnât lost yet. She bit her lips to hide a moan but damn she just wanted to scream it out. So she buried her face in between Oliverâs toes.
He giggled âno need to kiss my feet big sisâ he said.
Very honestly whatever this massage was he was horribly clumsy at it. He was just grinding his foot on Jennâs body. No concern for her pleasure or, well, her overall safety. He was inexperienced with women his own size already. It was no surprise that he didnât exactly know what got Jennâs ball rolling.
So he started to go lower, and lower, and then lower still. Until he got it. Something he did was just right. He smiled with pride in himself. This was the thing that got her ball rolling.
One of his toes was just above Jennâs crotch. His massage had gotten gentler by this time, slower, less grinding and more like sweet and soft rubbing.
For Jenn it was all over. From this point on all that was left on her mind was animalistic desire.
She couldnât control herself at this point and under such pressure. She was literally twitching with pleasure, her mouth open and drool coming out of it. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tell her step brother that he kept on doing that, that he kept doing that forever.
Biting her lips and hiding her face and mouth was no option at this point. To her utter embarrassment, she moaned loudly. If she was her normal size everyone and their neighbors would have heard that, her panties were completely soaked now, and not in just Oliverâs saliva.
She even passed out. For a few seconds.
Oliver himself was almost too tired of all that rubbing and playful teasing but this was completely different. He hadnât expected to get her this far. It was not a scenario he was planning on.
He was beginning to notice that he was horny too. A lot. This had beaten every porn video or hentai he had consumed before by miles. There she was, the aloof and cold girlboss step sister, reduced to a wet, limp mess and covered in a combination of bodily fluids.
Oliver wasnât thinking anymore, he was acting on impulse.
Next thing he knew he had picked her up. The girl was conscious now. Breathing heavily.
âMore⌠moreâŚâ was the little gentle whisper coming out of her mouth.
He would be happy to oblige his big sister.
Still with Jenn in his hands, Oliver quickly went to the door to make sure it was properly locked, as he always did before doing this kind of stuff.
Then he took his pants off and returned to bed.
Jenn was hugging his finger now. Still whispering, still lost.
Oliver didnât think it twice. He dropped her into his underwear.
Jenn was so limp that her body didnât generate enough adrenaline to wake her up even as she was falling for several feet into the soft fabric of her step brotherâs underpants. She was still breathing heavily and hadnât completely washed off the previous orgasm from her body.
And once she saw Oliverâs dick, almost as big as herself, she felt a mix of intimidation and the most horny thoughts sheâd ever had.
This is fucked up. This is completely fucked up, back off now! Her brain screamed but her passions said otherwise. It was in fact hotter because it was fucked up and not despite it, this was going to be it.
Oliver carefully put a pillow between him, Jenn and the mattress. And then began to grind hard. His most sensitive skin feeling all the elegant curves of his step sisterâs small and delicate body.
He was completely blinded by lust but he could still feel his step sister rubbing herself against his hard dick like a madwoman down there.
Jenn had, certainly, gone mad. She was ravaging his poor step brotherâs dick. This was paradise. This was better than the damn office and that stupid college and being the perfect kid all the time. Fuck being the mindless pet of her bratty step brother was the way. It was simply the way the world worked right now. And it was perfect.
Poor Oliver couldnât keep it in for much longer. He exploded, muffling his moan by biting down hard on a pillow.
After taking some mouthfuls of air, he sighed and rolled over. He could feel Jenn going limp again in his underwear.
He lifted his cum stained boxer to see his step sister absolutely covered in his load. From head to toe, a film of cum encroached her completely.
Jenn slowly crawled out of there, up to Oliverâs belly, and sat there. Silently.
âWhat the FUCK Oliver!â Jenn barked, returning to her old self.
âWhat? I thought youâd like it!â he replied
âI mean, I m-mean, I loved it but there was no need to fucking, you know, thisâ She gestured exaggeratedly at her cum covered body.
âOh that, oh, yeah⌠uh⌠let me get you some wet towelsâ
Oliver picked up his step sister and left her on his night table. Jenn just stood there, completely covered in her step brotherâs load, and she thanked God there was no mirror anywhere nearby.
Meanwhile, Oliver went to his desk, not so far away in the room where he retrieved some wet towels for her step sister. Still a little dumbfounded by the whole ordeal. He returned with one that, at this scale, was like a beach towel to the poor girl.
âBy the way, you really seemed to have fun down thereâ he said, as Jenn was cleaning herself.
âYeah, I guess I didâ she said, getting a sticky heap of his step brotherâs bodily fluids out of her otherwise perfect hair âand ruined a perfectly tailored suit in the processâ
âBeing grinded against my dick and all thatâŚâ said oliver before being cut off by Jenn
âPlease donât make this any weirder than it already is by saying it outloudâ she pleaded.
âI mean yeah but you really did enjoy itâ he said
âY-yesâ she said, again trying and miserably failing to hide her voice crack, to her step brotherâs glee.
âAnd you really, really did enjoy all my footwork there!â
âI did notâŚâ
âOh come on, you were literally squirming and moaning and-â
âALRIGHT I GET ITâ she barked, the good old Jenn really was back.
âNo need to get all aggressive sis, weâre in this together nowâ Said Oliver
âWhats *this* huh?â said Jenn
âYou know, weâre⌠uh, togetherâŚâ Oliver said, trying to salvage his way out of this.
âTogether *how*?â she insisted
âUgh I told you they havenât invented a word for that yet, unless youâd like to go with pet?â
âI wouldnât, thank youâ
âI guessed soâ he said, with a hint of disappointment, deep down he was already picturing himself enjoying this âpetâ idea.
âSo what now?â asked Jenn
âWell⌠we need to brainstorm some ideas about how to hide you if Iâm ever gonna get you to campusâ
âWhat the hell am I supposed to do on campus?â asked Jenn, with a groan.
âWell, I canât leave you here, what if someone discovers you?â he replied
âAlright, alright, you have a pointâŚâ Said Jenn thinking that one relative discovering her like this was embarrassing enough, she didnât want to become the familyâs little freak âWeâll go to campus together but please, before that, buy me some new clothesâŚâ
âConsider it done big sis-â Said Oliver, before he was cut off by Jennâs rather cold voice.
âDonât call me that, please just donât. Iâm not lost on the irony but⌠you knowâŚâ
âYeah⌠rightâ Said Oliver, his words leading to an awkward silence for a while.
He stood there silently, watching his step sister thoroughly clean herself. For some reason he turned away to give her some privacy. And heard a meek âthanksâ from behind him.
âSo, about hiding me and whatever, do you have any ideas?â asked Jenn
âThatâs not how a brainstorm works, you have to start by saying a concept and-â
âUgh alright!â Said Jenn, annoyed. âAn easy one, hiding me in your dormâ
âSomeone could get in easilyâ
âHiding me in your backpack thenâ
âWhat if I get robbed or someone steals it from me then uh?â
âUh, hiding me in your clothes thenâ
âAlright weâre getting warmer there but thereâs the issue of not being able to use big hoodies or parkas all the time and they sadly have all the more convenient pocketsâ
âAlright somewhere else than a hoodie or parkaâ
âHmm, I think I got something but it dependsâ said Oliver
âDepends on what?â asked Jenn
âHow much did you like my feet?â
â
Oliver went down the stairs to get some snacks. It was deep in the night already. Everyone in the house was already asleep.
The cover story was very simple, Jenn had a work emergency and had to return as soon as possible to the big city. His mom was very sad that she skipped saying goodbye and had to return so soon but she understood. It was going to get harder when they actually had to file for a missing person but he wasnât worried about that at all.
He was more worried about not crushing his big step sister underfoot. As it turned out hiding a tiny person in your shoes is a lot easier said than done.
He was in the kitchen know, a lot of food leftover from thanksgiving, and he promised his step sister some turkey after all.
She was completely back to her old self even after all they went through and all, he could hear her openly complaining a lot even muffled by his foot.
But well there was no one there to listen except for him.
It was weird, being step siblings and all but they would find a way to make it work.
His mind was racing with exciting thoughts about what to do with her. Hell, having her inside her shoe was already an exciting experience on its own. But what about college? She could use Jenn to get to know all the things the girls liked the most, use her as practice so to speak.
She would be hesitant at first, she would never change, she would always be hesitant and defiant and even bossy. Even at her reduced size Jenn will always be Jenn.
But even then, they were together now. His dream, thanks to a strange floating gem no one knew anything about and no one would ever know anything about, came true. He had her own little personal âword that hasnât been invented to describe a tiny person in the care of a bigger one that wasn't a pet or a toyâ
And fuck, even Oliver had to admit that this was all weird as fuck, but there would be no one to judge him nor her.
After all, no one would ever know.
Jenn was Oliverâs own little secret now.