Stuck with Jessica for the Night
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 6
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copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Your Mom turned her head to your sister. "Jessica, can you take care of your brother for tonight? I'm afraid if me and your father sleep with him we'll crush him and well...you're much smaller and have less of a chance of doing that."
Jessica's face lit up like it was Christmas, "I'd love to Mom! I'll make sure my itty bitty brother is all taken care of!" Kneeling over your amazon sister mockingly pokes you with her index finger; you were halfway tempted to bite it. As if your little sister baby sitting you wasn't bad enough now she was mocking you!
You knew you had to say something. "Mom I can sleep by mys-"
"No you can't! What if you go through another shrinking spurt? We might not find you then!"
Silently you averted your gaze, your Mother was right...like usual but it didn't mean this was going to be any easier. With a sigh you looked at your soon to be giantess sister. " You better do a job job squirt."
" Look who's talking." She smirked.
"Now now, enough talking you two. Off to bed! Jessica you have school tommorow and I'm sure Peter just wants the day to be over."
Your sister didn't need any persuasion, especially with you as her responsibility. With youthful vigor she reached her hand and swept you off your feet, holding you by your torso like you were a doll. She ran to her room, which while it was nothing to her to you it was like sticking your head out a car window; strong winds, shaking sensation and the knowledge you won't fly away; but that last one you weren't to certain of. Jessica's room was right next to yours so it took no time to arrive, opening the door she walked inside the room she would be sharing with you. It was what one expected of a teenage girl, light amounts of purple and pink, posters of bands and guys, a small desk for school work, a big closet for clothes. Yep, the typical teen girl room.
Almost like she was overexcited Jessica leapt on to her bed, unconciously tightening her grip on you to the point it hurt. Bouncing on her mattress springs for a moment Jessica turned her focus back to you. "So...big brother. How's it feel to be a doll compared to me?"
Annoyed at the teasing conversation you replied honestly, "It sucks. I somehow just know something bad is going to happen."
Giggling Jessia made a false innocent expression. " Why what do you mean? The worst I could do is put you in a shoe when you're small enough or maybe crush you but I would never ever do that." The fact she even mentioned it means those two options were a distinct possibility. Remaining silent you waited until your sister proceeded. "God don't be so grumpy! It was a joke! You're way too big for that stuff! No...for now let's just talk."
"About?"
Jessica shrugged, " I dunno. What do you think you'll do when you're like...an inch tall?"
Now it was your turn to shrug. "Well at that size I don't think I can really do anything. I'll probably be stuck with some sort of caretaker and whatever they ask me to do."
Your sister's eyes seemed to light up with interest, "So...you'd basically be a slave?"
" I prefer the term guest." Uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was heading you turn around. " We better go to bed like Mom asked."
Jessica's face lit up like it was Christmas, "I'd love to Mom! I'll make sure my itty bitty brother is all taken care of!" Kneeling over your amazon sister mockingly pokes you with her index finger; you were halfway tempted to bite it. As if your little sister baby sitting you wasn't bad enough now she was mocking you!
You knew you had to say something. "Mom I can sleep by mys-"
"No you can't! What if you go through another shrinking spurt? We might not find you then!"
Silently you averted your gaze, your Mother was right...like usual but it didn't mean this was going to be any easier. With a sigh you looked at your soon to be giantess sister. " You better do a job job squirt."
" Look who's talking." She smirked.
"Now now, enough talking you two. Off to bed! Jessica you have school tommorow and I'm sure Peter just wants the day to be over."
Your sister didn't need any persuasion, especially with you as her responsibility. With youthful vigor she reached her hand and swept you off your feet, holding you by your torso like you were a doll. She ran to her room, which while it was nothing to her to you it was like sticking your head out a car window; strong winds, shaking sensation and the knowledge you won't fly away; but that last one you weren't to certain of. Jessica's room was right next to yours so it took no time to arrive, opening the door she walked inside the room she would be sharing with you. It was what one expected of a teenage girl, light amounts of purple and pink, posters of bands and guys, a small desk for school work, a big closet for clothes. Yep, the typical teen girl room.
Almost like she was overexcited Jessica leapt on to her bed, unconciously tightening her grip on you to the point it hurt. Bouncing on her mattress springs for a moment Jessica turned her focus back to you. "So...big brother. How's it feel to be a doll compared to me?"
Annoyed at the teasing conversation you replied honestly, "It sucks. I somehow just know something bad is going to happen."
Giggling Jessia made a false innocent expression. " Why what do you mean? The worst I could do is put you in a shoe when you're small enough or maybe crush you but I would never ever do that." The fact she even mentioned it means those two options were a distinct possibility. Remaining silent you waited until your sister proceeded. "God don't be so grumpy! It was a joke! You're way too big for that stuff! No...for now let's just talk."
"About?"
Jessica shrugged, " I dunno. What do you think you'll do when you're like...an inch tall?"
Now it was your turn to shrug. "Well at that size I don't think I can really do anything. I'll probably be stuck with some sort of caretaker and whatever they ask me to do."
Your sister's eyes seemed to light up with interest, "So...you'd basically be a slave?"
" I prefer the term guest." Uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was heading you turn around. " We better go to bed like Mom asked."
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