Alison opened her eyes, sunlight streaming in through the opened window of Ashley’s room. She yawned loudly, balling her fingers up into fists, and reached over her head, stretching toward the ceiling. She smacked her lips a few times, yawning lightly, then blinked to get her vision back clearly. For a moment, she experienced the all-too familiar feeling of waking up in a different bed than one’s own, and looking around rapidly to get one’s bearings. However, as soon as Alison’s brain had processed where she was, the memories of the previous night came flooding back in full force:
The stubbornness of Kevin.
The weepiness of Helen.
The blindness of Ashley.
The adorableness of Tony.
The unbelievable cruelty of herself and her mother.
The equally unbelievably satisfying feeling of the whole ordeal.
Alison smiled. She leaned forward, flexing her foot. It felt cramped inside the sock, and this motion allowed her to feel the two warm bodies clasped together under her sole, locked in a tight embrace in their sleep. The sheer knowledge of this fact gave her a fresh set of goose bumps, warming her body. Alison curled her toes in and out, tightening the sock against her foot, allowing Tony and Ashley to be pressed more firmly in little taps against her wrinkled sole. Just to try and remind herself that it was real. She had two young lovers, terrified beyond belief, who fallen asleep comforting one another. Inside of her sock. Underneath her foot. Despite her hatred of her cousin and her annoyance at Tony’s tolerance of said cousin, Alison couldn’t help but be momentarily struck by the romanticism of it all. For an iota of a millisecond, she felt sorry for them. She quickly brushed this off, though, frowning and reminding herself of Ashley’s innumerable sins, as well as Tony’s essential accessory to Ashley’s hateful crimes against her, to this point, innocent cousin.
As if to drive the point home, Alison bent her leg at the knee, raising her foot back up into the air before bringing it back down to the bedspread with a soft smack: enough to awaken and even uncomfortably jostle her sock passengers, but not enough to maim them. She could feel them stirring already at this action, and she bent her foot back, rotating her ped against the ball of her foot, twisting the sock around, tightening the fabric around Tony and Ashley again as they were lifted at a diagonal angle, so much that their little bodies were visible, skin-tight, through the dingy fibers.
She could hear Ashley crying anew, and this, once again, made Alison smile warmly, as if she had just received an A+ on a test, or gotten a smile from a cute boy she had a crush on. This sensation of joy, she realized, from hearing her pitiful cousin’s cries from within the sock, gave her an identical sense of happiness. No pity. No sorrow. No remorse. Just glee. Laughing almost in time with a couple of chirping birds outside, Alison flattened her foot back against the bed, nearly silencing her cousin under the crushing ceiling of creamy foot skin as she began rocking her foot from side to side, working her two inmates in harder against the smooth, cool surface of her foot bottom. She leaned forward and slid her fingers under her foot as she continued kneading and rocking it hard against the bed, poking at the tiny bumps of Ashley and Tony protruding from her sole. She stroked along their legs through the sock for a few seconds, smiling as she felt them twitching, confused at the mixed messages Alison seemed to be sending: a comforting touch, a crushing and humiliating foot roll.
After continuing with this for a few minutes, Alison heard a knock at the door. She froze for just a second, the thought of what any other human being besides her mother would react with at this sight suddenly occurring to her. Of course, it was no one other than her mother, smiling cheerily, her hair looking freshly combed. She poked her head in, grasping the door frame, showing off her newly brushed pearly whites.
“Good morning, honey,” she whispered gently, stepping into the room. She padded across the carpet silently and purposefully, arching her foot slowly with each rise, almost trying to grasp at the carpet curls with her toes: a very clear, confident jaunt in her step.
“Hi, Mom,” said Alison, smirking out of the corner of her mouth, sitting up straight and resting her foot back on her heel, taking the horrible, doughy, sweat-infested pressure off of her cousin and her boyfriend inside the sock. She wiggled her toes inside of it, and then began to rock her feet from side to side without even thinking about it, bopping her big toes together through the sock before allowing her feet to sway back off to the side.
Anna bit her lip, still smiling. After waking up to the sunlight streaming in, with both of her siblings-in-law, extraordinarily shaken as they were, alive, she had laid in the bed for an hour, staring at the headboard, thinking hard. Kevin was still refusing to budge. After everything that had happened, he still wasn’t giving in. So, finally, Anna had grimly decided on what had to be done to achieve results. She didn’t particularly want to do what she was planning on, but it was the only thing she could think of to guarantee success, and thusly the fiscal future of her daughter and herself.
Bodies heal; this was the basic mantra Anna had adopted at the end of her meditation.
“Honey, I…” gulped Anna, scratching at the back of her head nervously. “I need to have a conversation with your cousin.”
Alison raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling to her sock, at which point Anna realized where her niece and respective boyfriend were exactly. She took several tentative steps forward, her jaw hanging open slightly. It wasn’t of horrified shock, though, but rather of impressment, and Alison could only beam as she sensed this. Despite the various, wordless confirmations from her mother that, as it was in Vegas, whatever took place in this house would stay in this house, Alison couldn’t help but continue to feel uncomfortable when doing something particularly awful in the presence of her mother who had, for her entire life thus far, praised her as a gentle and caring creature.
“You… are your mother’s daughter, aren’t you?” grinned Anna, stooping down next to the bed and stopping just a few inches away from her daughter’s sock, leaning forward to examine the fabric graveyard more closely. Alison nodded, adoring this approval of her mother’s. Anna extended a pointer finger toward the sock bottom. She placed it gently on her daughter’s heel, but slowly worked upward to her niece’s spread-eagled body. She stroked her finger across Ashley’s slowly shifting head, her body pinned far too hard against Alison’s sole to move much.
“Good moooorniiiiing…” sang Anna, stretching out the letters of the last word as if in a lullaby, stroking Ashley’s body one more time.
“M-M-Mommy?” whimpered Ashley from inside, pressing a hand against the sock wall. “Is that y-you?”
Anna chuckled heartily, then jammed her meaty fingertip against the little sock-covered face a few times hard enough to give her a large bruise on her nose and silence her cries simultaneously, even running her finger down the length of the shivering, warm body, before retracting her hand and nodding again.
It was, indeed, not mommy.
“Is that okay with you, honey?” asked Anna to Alison, standing up to her full height again and looking at her daughter directly in the eyes. “It’s… important.”
Alison needed no further persuasion. She leaned forward, jamming her fingers into the tight, thick rim of the sock and slipped it back over her heel. Then, with extra emphasis, she yanked it over her sole. Tony came tumbling out, falling back to the bedspread. Trembling, he backed up, enjoying the feeling of fresh air and the lack of inescapable foot flesh touching his body so intrusively. He stared up at the towering foot before him that had, for an entire night, made him its smelly, humiliated prisoner. The sock was stretched upward, getting caught on the underside of Alison’s bulbous toes, before lifting back up and bouncing into shape, dangled freely between two of Alison’s long fingers. His eyes darted around for Ashley, and with a panic, he realized she was gone. His eyes fell back up to the sock high above still gripped by Alison, and as he looked at the bunched up spot Alison had pinched in her fingers, he saw a tiny pin-sized arm shape push out against the moist fabric before flopping back down again; she was still in the sock.
Alison shifted her grip on the sock, holding it at the mouth and allowing Ashley to tumble into the toe section again. She closed it tightly, ensuring Ashley had only limited light entering her muggy, rancid abode before extending her arm toward her mother. Keeping a straight face, she offered it.
“Here she is,” said Alison simply as the sock was dropped into Anna’s hands. The elder goddess’s fingers clasped around the sock, quelling Ashley’s flailing limbs through the fabric as she balled her into her fist, pushing as much of the sock back into her fingers as she could. Then, with Ashley’s sock-wrapped form firmly bunched into her aunt’s fist, Anna and Alison looked back up at one another, coolly for a moment, before bursting out laughing. It had only just at this moment occurred to the two of them how plainly they had accepted the absurd exchange that had just taken place: without even thinking about it, Alison had trapped her older cousin inside of a sock, and passed the little girl over to her mother as if she was a gerbil, whereupon she was balled up inside the gargantuan, waiting hand, strong fingers curling inward around her like a painless, inanimate object. Neither of them had given it a second thought a few seconds before.
“No!” shouted Tony hoarsely, his throat burning from all the fruitless yelling he had done the previous evening, cupping his hands around his mouth to ensure he was heard. “Don’t take her away from me again!”
Anna looked down at the little screaming teenager on the bed, then looked back to her daughter, silently asking for permission. Alison shrugged uncaringly, extending a flattened palm out before the end of the bed where Tony still was sprawled just a few steps away from her newly freed, whiffy peds. Offering him like a pastry at a store to a customer. Anna nodded happily, then leaned over, extending a hand toward Tony.
“Come here, honey,” she cooed, wrapping her fingers around the surprised, speechless young man and lifting him up. “I guess it would be unfair of me to separate you two, wouldn’t it?” She brought his body over the opened mouth of the sock, pinching her fingers around his shirt so that he dangled over it, then released them, adding him to her sock-gift-bag of tiny people, ignoring his weak and delayed word of protest. Clasping a fist back around the opening, she once again encased her niece and the boyfriend into the warm, stench-dripping pocket of her daughter’s sock.
“You’ll be okay with your aunt and uncle for a few minutes, right, honey?” asked Anna innocently as she pinched the fingers of her other hand around the necklace that still hung around her throat loosely, dangling down into her cleavage.
“Sure. But… um… mom?” asked Alison, unsure of what was happening until she saw Helen’s crumbled, weary, shaken body being tugged from the tight grip of her mother’s breasts inside the shirt and bra. Alison gasped, covering her mouth, but quickly fell into quiet giggles, realizing that the same treatment her mother had shown briefly to her aunt had been returned again for the entire night. The thought was, admittedly, fun and ticklish sounding, and she wondered why such a notion hadn’t occurred to her as well.
Anna calmly and dexterously unclipped the hooks from Helen’s pant legs, having a feeling that the little woman was too tired and dizzy to do it herself, before lowering her back to the bed before the intangible altar of Alison’s bare foot. Alison leaned forward, marveling wide-eyed at how thoroughly whipped her aunt had become from a single night inside Anna’s bra, only twitching slightly as she hungrily sucked fresh air. Then, looking back up, Alison smiled to see her mother lifter her shirt slightly, revealing Kevin, who was tucked into the waistband of her pants at his stomach. His body, of course, was facing her body, his face pressed just as firmly against her stomach as it had been during the night. Kevin, disgusted, felt practically like he had been unfaithful to his wife, albeit by force, having had such intense and extended contact with this normally relatively hidden flesh of his sister-in-law’s body. There was also the added embarrassment of the fact that he was positioned only a mere few inches above his sister-in-law’s respectively humongous womanhood, the very thought of which disgusted him. She pinched at his chest crudely with her fingers, plucking him out of her pants and raising him back up to eye level, allowing his legs to flail terrifyingly above the visible death drop. She grinned at his attempts to adjust to a safer position in her grip, stroking her fingertips along his chest to make him feel even more insecure in his position.
“Play nice with your niece, Kev. You know… this might be a good time to try and bond with her. Go ahead. Get to know her a little. Maybe you’ll find you like her,” smirked Anna, breathing warmly and heavily into her brother-in-law’s face. With this final word, she lowered him back to the bed, plopping him adjacent to his wife. She then looked back to her daughter, and smiled. “You gonna be okay in here for a few minutes, honey?” asked Anna slyly.
“Yeah, I’ll… I’ll be fine mom,” said Alison, breaking her focus as she looked back to her mother with a strained smile, still a bit worried about what was going to happen once all of this was over.
“After our little talk, I’m going to go down and find something we can have for breakfast. I’ll call you, all right, honey?”
“Okay mom,” nodded Alison almost solemnly as Anna ducked out the door, still gripping the sock in one of her fists. She closed the door softly behind her, her footsteps growing inaudible as she padded back down the carpeted hallway. And at this moment, Alison realized her mother was giving her permission again. She nodded slowly toward the closed door, hardly daring to believe it as her eyes fell back to her adult aunt and uncle, whom her mother was apparently giving her complete authority over. She clasped her palms together, rubbing them against one another, and poked her tongue out of her lips, almost ravenous at the possibilities.