Pass along the Allen
Tiny Brother VS Big Sister
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
kentwolf
As always, your day began with your mothers phone alarm going off, vibrating inside you and shaking you out of your half asleep daze. Your body vibrated against the wooden bedside table as you heard the groggy groan of your mother waking up and her giant hand reaching over and pressing blindly at the screen you held until the alarm turned off. As you collected your wits, you began to get hopeful. If you recalled your mother talking to herself correctly over the past week, today was the day your sister and cousin were coming back for the summer holidays. Finally Christine would realise you were missing again and hopefully get you out of this never ending nightmare.
As you stared silently while your mother ate her breakfast and scrolled social media, unaware her son was staring back at her and had been doing so for countless months, you wondered what Christine’s reaction would be at discovering you. Despite all the pranks over the years, you knew she cared about you and would likely be very apologetic at finding you had been stuck the entire time she had been away, yet again.
It felt like the morning was dragging just to torture you, but at long last you heard the sound of a car pulling up and two faint, female voices outside. If you could have moved, you would have jumped for joy, but of course all you could do was hold your mom’s phone, silent and unmoving as any other phone case.
“Hey Mom, we’re here!” Came the voice of Christine as she opened the front door, your mother instantly casually dropping her phone to the table making you mentally grunt from the impact. You watched her rush out of your field of vision and stared at the kitchen ceiling, listening intently for the question about your whereabouts that would trigger the search for you and lead to the escape from this nightmare.
“Oh its so good to see you girls!” Your mother exclaimed and you assumed they were hugging in the hallway.
“Same, Mom, I’ve missed you.” Your sister replied, a sentiment then copied by your cousin Jen. They began telling your mom about the flight and you just wanted them to get to the point where they ask about you. Unfortunately, as the three of them chatted and returned to the kitchen, their faces towering above you as they sat down. Your mother made them all drinks and they chatted, but your name didn’t come up at all.
Unknown to you, the fact that you hadn’t spoken to any of them in almost a year, made it really easy for you to slip out of their minds for the most part. Your mother was under the assumption you were away and your sister and cousin assumed you were back home, so neither had worried about you for the entire time they had been apart. They likely would think to wonder where you were eventually, but for the moment they were too busy catching up with each other to consider it.
You wanted to cry, you had held onto the hope of discover for so long and now it still wasn’t happening, it likely would at some point over the summer, but that meant you had to endure being your mother’s phone case for who knew how much longer while your family lived their lives, blissfully unaware of your torment.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Christine said after glancing down at you for a moment then began rummaging in her purse. She pulled out a new gel phone case with a pair of big eyes at the top and lips around the rim, similar to yours, but a bright pink with red lips, instead of the mint green you had been stained by the gum machines juices.
“I saw this and thought you’d love it to replace your old case.” She said, offering the case to her mother with a smile. You watched the exchange overhead with growing joy, you would be peeled off this phone at last and be given a chance to reform.
Your mother thanked Christine for the case and took it out of its plastic packaging. She hooked her nails under your top lip and stretched you wider, pulling the weight of the phone you had held for countless months, at long last, out of your mouth. You felt a twinge and a pop as the camera lenses came free from your stretched out butt, a relief you hadn’t realised you needed rushing through your weak little body.
As your mother let you hit the tabletop with a soft slap, you stared up in relief as your replacement was sealed over the phone, free of holding the accursed thing at long last. That was when you saw your sister’s shadow fall over you as she reached her hand out and picked you up, turning you back and forth, inspecting you. Perhaps she could recognise you now you were off of the phone?
“Hmm, actually this old case is in really good condition. Mind if it keep it for myself, Mom?” Christine asked casually, to which your mother accepted with a smile. Christine smiled as your hopes shattered. In a matter of moments, Christine had pulled her phone out of her back pocket of her jeans, slid you tightly over her device, stretching your butt hole back around a new camera lens and putting you right back where you had been, except for someone else’s phone.
Christine smiled, admiring how the case hugged her phone well before she slid her phone back into her back pocket and sat back down. This of course meant you were now crushed under the weight of your sister as well as hugging her phone with your body. Unlike your mother, who kept her phone on a table or in her purse, Christine almost always had her phone in her back pocket, which meant this was an example of what’s in store for you until discovery.
Stuffed under your sister, you couldn’t hear any of the conversation between your family above you, all you could hear was muffled, garbled sounds as you had mounds of denim clad flesh smothering you. You lost track of time as you could only feel endless pressure, the only change was when Christine shifted her weight as she sat.
After what felt like a day of your sister’s weight crushing you and the phone you were forced to hold, she finally stood up and took most of the weight off of you. You felt her reach in and pull you out of her pocket, turning you to face her as she began tapping on her screen excitedly and turned you to face your mother. From the conversation it seemed she was showing her some pictures she took with her phone, you weren’t really listening but just savouring being out from under all that weight. All too soon however, Christine was done with her phone and tucked you back away, sitting back down without a care in the world.
As her ass slammed down on you this time, it knocked the wind out of your crushed body and you blacked out. By the time you came too, you realised it was dark and you could hear soft breathing nearby. You had been knocked out all day and could feel a charging cable stabbing into you from below. Christine must be asleep, which means you were on her bedside table, starting the same routine all over again.
As they days began to pass, you got used to the new routine, as well as the position you were most often left in, though being sat on never got easier, you learnt to brace yourself each time so you wouldn’t pass out and miss an opportunity to be discovered. You prayed that someone would ask about your absence, but it seemed they had so many plans to catch up and socialise over the summer that you were a distant afterthought. You were forced to tag along as your sister, cousin and mother went out shopping, to the movies, to nice restaurants and even to the beach. You felt the baking, gritty sand scrape against your back as you lay there in the baking heat, while Christine lay nearby getting a tan.
As weeks began to pass, you got a worrying thought, what if no one did ask about your absence during the entire summer holiday, that would mean you would be taken back across country with your sister and kept as her phone case for at least another six months. If this went on long enough, the thought of checking if you would be the phone case would be so unlikely that you might spend years like this, perhaps more.
As you desperately prayed for someone, anyone to notice the tiny movements you could manage with your stretched apart eyes, you feared you would spend your life as a human phone case...
As you stared silently while your mother ate her breakfast and scrolled social media, unaware her son was staring back at her and had been doing so for countless months, you wondered what Christine’s reaction would be at discovering you. Despite all the pranks over the years, you knew she cared about you and would likely be very apologetic at finding you had been stuck the entire time she had been away, yet again.
It felt like the morning was dragging just to torture you, but at long last you heard the sound of a car pulling up and two faint, female voices outside. If you could have moved, you would have jumped for joy, but of course all you could do was hold your mom’s phone, silent and unmoving as any other phone case.
“Hey Mom, we’re here!” Came the voice of Christine as she opened the front door, your mother instantly casually dropping her phone to the table making you mentally grunt from the impact. You watched her rush out of your field of vision and stared at the kitchen ceiling, listening intently for the question about your whereabouts that would trigger the search for you and lead to the escape from this nightmare.
“Oh its so good to see you girls!” Your mother exclaimed and you assumed they were hugging in the hallway.
“Same, Mom, I’ve missed you.” Your sister replied, a sentiment then copied by your cousin Jen. They began telling your mom about the flight and you just wanted them to get to the point where they ask about you. Unfortunately, as the three of them chatted and returned to the kitchen, their faces towering above you as they sat down. Your mother made them all drinks and they chatted, but your name didn’t come up at all.
Unknown to you, the fact that you hadn’t spoken to any of them in almost a year, made it really easy for you to slip out of their minds for the most part. Your mother was under the assumption you were away and your sister and cousin assumed you were back home, so neither had worried about you for the entire time they had been apart. They likely would think to wonder where you were eventually, but for the moment they were too busy catching up with each other to consider it.
You wanted to cry, you had held onto the hope of discover for so long and now it still wasn’t happening, it likely would at some point over the summer, but that meant you had to endure being your mother’s phone case for who knew how much longer while your family lived their lives, blissfully unaware of your torment.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Christine said after glancing down at you for a moment then began rummaging in her purse. She pulled out a new gel phone case with a pair of big eyes at the top and lips around the rim, similar to yours, but a bright pink with red lips, instead of the mint green you had been stained by the gum machines juices.
“I saw this and thought you’d love it to replace your old case.” She said, offering the case to her mother with a smile. You watched the exchange overhead with growing joy, you would be peeled off this phone at last and be given a chance to reform.
Your mother thanked Christine for the case and took it out of its plastic packaging. She hooked her nails under your top lip and stretched you wider, pulling the weight of the phone you had held for countless months, at long last, out of your mouth. You felt a twinge and a pop as the camera lenses came free from your stretched out butt, a relief you hadn’t realised you needed rushing through your weak little body.
As your mother let you hit the tabletop with a soft slap, you stared up in relief as your replacement was sealed over the phone, free of holding the accursed thing at long last. That was when you saw your sister’s shadow fall over you as she reached her hand out and picked you up, turning you back and forth, inspecting you. Perhaps she could recognise you now you were off of the phone?
“Hmm, actually this old case is in really good condition. Mind if it keep it for myself, Mom?” Christine asked casually, to which your mother accepted with a smile. Christine smiled as your hopes shattered. In a matter of moments, Christine had pulled her phone out of her back pocket of her jeans, slid you tightly over her device, stretching your butt hole back around a new camera lens and putting you right back where you had been, except for someone else’s phone.
Christine smiled, admiring how the case hugged her phone well before she slid her phone back into her back pocket and sat back down. This of course meant you were now crushed under the weight of your sister as well as hugging her phone with your body. Unlike your mother, who kept her phone on a table or in her purse, Christine almost always had her phone in her back pocket, which meant this was an example of what’s in store for you until discovery.
Stuffed under your sister, you couldn’t hear any of the conversation between your family above you, all you could hear was muffled, garbled sounds as you had mounds of denim clad flesh smothering you. You lost track of time as you could only feel endless pressure, the only change was when Christine shifted her weight as she sat.
After what felt like a day of your sister’s weight crushing you and the phone you were forced to hold, she finally stood up and took most of the weight off of you. You felt her reach in and pull you out of her pocket, turning you to face her as she began tapping on her screen excitedly and turned you to face your mother. From the conversation it seemed she was showing her some pictures she took with her phone, you weren’t really listening but just savouring being out from under all that weight. All too soon however, Christine was done with her phone and tucked you back away, sitting back down without a care in the world.
As her ass slammed down on you this time, it knocked the wind out of your crushed body and you blacked out. By the time you came too, you realised it was dark and you could hear soft breathing nearby. You had been knocked out all day and could feel a charging cable stabbing into you from below. Christine must be asleep, which means you were on her bedside table, starting the same routine all over again.
As they days began to pass, you got used to the new routine, as well as the position you were most often left in, though being sat on never got easier, you learnt to brace yourself each time so you wouldn’t pass out and miss an opportunity to be discovered. You prayed that someone would ask about your absence, but it seemed they had so many plans to catch up and socialise over the summer that you were a distant afterthought. You were forced to tag along as your sister, cousin and mother went out shopping, to the movies, to nice restaurants and even to the beach. You felt the baking, gritty sand scrape against your back as you lay there in the baking heat, while Christine lay nearby getting a tan.
As weeks began to pass, you got a worrying thought, what if no one did ask about your absence during the entire summer holiday, that would mean you would be taken back across country with your sister and kept as her phone case for at least another six months. If this went on long enough, the thought of checking if you would be the phone case would be so unlikely that you might spend years like this, perhaps more.
As you desperately prayed for someone, anyone to notice the tiny movements you could manage with your stretched apart eyes, you feared you would spend your life as a human phone case...
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