She took another step towards my head and put her other foot in between my shoulder blades, spun at that place a bit and sat on the couch resting her left foot on my neck and right on my back. It was such a relaxing feeling, it felt like a very effective yet short massage. Now she’s standing there, with her full weight on my back, WITH HER SANDALS ON, I was mesmerised by the situation. I couldn’t believe this was happening, my aunt had never trampled me ever in the past. Until you plan on giving me a foot massage lying there (with a pout).” I said “I was moving out of your way, but if you want a massage, sure I can give you one.” She happily said “Ok!! Let me sit there on the couch then before you turn your face up” It didn’t hit me until she had put her right black flat sandal on my lower back and was putting pressure on it to stand on me. Seeing this my aunt said “Are you gonna come out of there now I wanna sit there. Since now I was completely out of way, Reena aunty kept her heel on the floor just an inch from my face on the floor and moved to the position. Due to her hitting on me I kept going lower towards the floor to dodge the kicks so I ended up lying on the floor on my stomach. I just kept kneeling there waiting for her to get to position so I can crawl out. Her heels hit my head, neck and back 4-5 times more during that process. She did not even acknowledge it said nothing and kept trying to move to her left. Also, since I was there kneeling on the floor and there was no space for Reena aunty to keep her feet, she tried moving with her legs in air moving rapidly just above me, during that motion her right heel hit on the back of my head so hard that it hurt real bad. While I was doing that, aunt came there and asked neighbour(Reena aunty) to move so she can sit there too. I don’t think it would have got damaged at all, since you were just resting your feet on it not standing on it.” Saying this I kneeled on the floor on hands and knees to pick it and some other stuff that I had left from earlier on the floor. I kept staring at her heel there on my phone for a few minutes, she might have noticed and started looking where I had been staring and saw the phone there, she suddenly pulled her feet up and said “Ohh sorry son, I did not see it there, what is your phone doing on the floor anyway? But I’m really sorry, I hope it is not damaged.” I said “Actually I had been sitting here before you guys came so would have left it lying here only. She had these white open heels with very thin silver braided strap. When I came back after putting everything, I saw she was sitting cross legged with her left white heels on my phone, and right leg dangling in the air. When I passed the living room, I saw aunt in the kitchen and the neighbour sitting on the couch I mentioned earlier. I collected everything in front of me and went to keep it all in her room upstairs. Then my aunt clicked her fingers and both the ladies took their glasses from me and went inside. Then she drops the bags in front of me, seeing her do this our neighbour also does the same. My aunt acknowledges me there, being proud of me kisses me on the forehead. They came with a lot of bags after a couple minutes. Being a gentleman, I went into the kitchen to fetch cold water for both the ladies, put the glasses in a tray and went to stand near the main entrance of our house. She had went around 2 hours ago, along her neighbour, to shop for some summer outfits. So to continue, I was sitting there scrolling on my phone, when I heard my aunt’s car being parked outside. Like I said it wasn’t the first time me sitting there but this time something interesting took place because of my position. Also this couch is a 2 seater but I don’t like to sit on it as it is leather and it sticks to my body in summers so I prefer sitting on the carpet just in front of it. I was between the table and the couch so there was a very little gap in between. I was sitting in front of the couch, on the carpet, doing nothing at my place. I was at my aunt’s house for the summer vacation.
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