My twin and I were raised on a ranch in a southern state in the US. We were identical,(mirror) twins. Steve and I never liked the fact that we were identical. Therefor I was the one with the bad attitude, devil may care attitude on everything. Steve was a go getter, with a mean streak a mile wide. We were always challenging each other usually trying to get the other hurt in a minimal way. We had just finished high school when we started getting along a little better, by trying to out-do each other. Steve is by no means a wimp since he usually was in the gym at school or in town. I found other ways to stay in shape. Steve asked me how I did it and I told him that it was basic Isometrics. (well to me it was), I told him that I had guys walk over me with all their weight. I think Steve thought that I was lying by the way he was laughing. I asked him what he found so funny, and he said that was crazy and to tell him how I really stayed in shape. "Steve" you have ran over me with the truck and trailer, on purpose I might add, that didn't hurt me, you have stepped on me, that didn't hurt me so why is this so unbelievable?
Steve stood there with that "DUHHH" look on his face finally saying "this I gotta see". No time like the presant I replied. You mean me walk on you? I would crush you. Think not I replied and took my shirt off and layed on the floor. Steve is about 10 pounds heavier than I about 190 I would say and to put it blunt built like a brick bank.
He shrugged and said your funeral cuz I am not going to be easy. Fine I said shut you trap and get on with it. I think I pissed him off because when he stepped on me it was more of a stomp. As Steve's boot settled into my stomach I let it sink as far as it could by not tightining my muscles. I think when he was full weight he had pressed me to within an inch off the floor. He place the other boot on my chest and started shifting his weight back and forth.
Seeing that this was not really effecting me he started walking from my knees to my throat and would turn around and head back down. Steve made sure to step on every spot that he thought was vulnurable. after about 5 min of this I asked him to pick it up, this was a work out not a cake walk. Maybe I should have put it a little different. Steve started trampling around like he was crushing can or something. He would stomp his boot down on my neck stomach and even my groin. At one point I had my eyes closed trying to concentrate, and really never noticed that he had one boot on me. I opened my eyes just in time to really get a good view of his 14 boot sole coming on to my face. I had no time to react before he had his weight on it. I really thought that my head was going to split apart. Steve stood there and would slightly twist. He finally stepped back and said how do you like that. I knew that the mean streak was back and if I showed any form of discormfort or displeasure with it it would never be lived down. So I told him it was not a first. I told him that it is harder to take the pressure barefooted. Steve wasted no time taking off his boots and sockes. He then replaced his foot on my chest I could feel the sweat of his foot. I never thought he would head for the face again but he did. I had never relized just how wide his foot was until it was trying to smash my face flat. I could feel his foot conform to my face as he slowly started pressing his weight on to it. I also forgot just how odorous Steves feet were. My eyes were watering from the smell. Steve made sure to twist as much of the odorous sweat into my nostrals before he went back to a major trampling. I found I liked staying soft in the stomach and feel his foot sink in even when he used the toe of his foot. The discomfort was strong but the feel was out of this world. Steve could see that I was not even trying to resist his weight and started trampling my gut with both feet, mostly toes and heels, he trampled for what seemed to me to be hours, I was truly sore and
smelly but I still wanted more. I think Steve wore out befor I did but he still had his swan song I said that I was about ready to call it over when he said ok but just one more thing, and started jumping with both feet together all over my chest and stomach. I think we both got to laughing (really hard to do with king kong jumping on you) since we could both hear my breath being forced out of me each time his feet landed. Steve kept it up till he was out of breath and turned and walked up my body making sure to step on my face with a twist. Steve never questioned me again except to aske if I needed a workout. Which I never truned down from him. |
