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The storm behind Eliza's eyes made Becca worry for a moment she was about to be called out, but then Eliza waved a hand - as if brushing away her loss - and said, "Whaaaat ever. Can't beat paying off the judge." She grabbed a wipe from the makeup bag, as did Tara, and they cleaned off the foot they were using to apply makeup. Then, Eliza pulled her socks back on and stood up. "I'll go get those milkshakes." She left the room, pulling the door closed and heading for the kitchen.

Becca began wiping off the makeup, and Tara picked up her phone. They were mostly silent for a few minutes, Becca felt awkward - not really knowing what to speak about now that they weren't doing anything. She switched the TV on, keeping the volume low, for something to look at.

Finally, Tara looked up at her and glanced down at her toes - at the old nail polish. "Becca, can I be a jerk and ask you to paint my nails?"

The older girl was grateful for the ice being rebroken. Tara grabbed a polish she liked - a sparkling blue that complimented her eyes - and offered it out to Becca. Becca slid the futon over to Tara's side of the couch whilst the athletic girl settled into the corner and extended her feet out, resting them on Becca's knees. It was a little presumptuous, but Becca thought it would be a little absurd to say anything considering she had let Tara put makeup on her with those same feet. She could still smell the lingering scent of makeup on one foot, and the stronger smell of old, and new, sweat on the other.

She began her task, painting each nail with careful sweeps of the brush - not wanting to screw up in front of a girl she wasn't entirely comfortable around yet. "Your parents are okay with you being here all weekend?"

Tara glanced up from her phone, smiling at something she read, "Yeah, they know 'liza and I told them you'd be here. Thanks for being a good sport about the makeup thing."

Becca blinked at the kind words, a part of her was a little taken aback that she'd been thanked, "Oh. That's okay, it was fun - I don't really do makeup like that often."

Tara nodded absently, looking back at her phone and typing something, "What do you do at sleepovers then?"

Becca faltered for a moment, not wanting to admit her friends didn't really do sleepovers, "Uh... movies and stuff." It was a weak answer, so she kept her eyes down on Tara's feet and continued onto the second foot.

She couldn't see whether Tara had seen through her bluff, but the pretty blonde airily said, "We'll do all the proper sleepover stuff this weekend, except for pillow fights. Eliza stopped having pillow fights because I always win."

Becca smiled at that, enjoying the idea that her sister was humbled by Tara.

She was almost done when she heard Tara sputter a laugh, and looked up to see her hand over her mouth as she tried not to laugh at whatever she was looking at on her phone. It must've been hilarious, because it was a few moments before she glanced up to see Becca looking at her expectantly. Tara's eyes instead returned to her phone and she began typing.

The older blonde was a little sad Tara didn't share the joke, but it wasn't her business so she finished up with Tara's toes and closed the bottle. Tara wordlessly pulled her feet away, so Becca could sit on the sofa.

Not a minute later, Eliza finally returned with a platter of three glasses.


Eliza pulled the door to the living room closed and moved to the kitchen. She pulled out her phone, ignoring a half-dozen messages from school friends asking what she was doing this weekend; after what her and Tara had just tricked Becca into doing, she had no intention of doing anything else. She sent Tara a text, "keep the foot sniffer distracted x"

She saw it was read, but no reply was coming - that's what she loved about Tara, she just had a way of knowing what to do when Eliza started messing with people.

Once in the kitchen, she opened the fridge and grabbed the two cartons of milk. One of them was lactose free - she was mildly lactose intolerant - and unscrewed the cap from the standard milk. She took a mouthful, then put it on the counter. Her stomach would react shortly.

Then, she set one of the glasses on the floor.

"My makeup was worse than Tara's? Bitch, you'll pay for that."

With a little effort she pulled her sock from her foot, and gave it a whiff - her head snapped back at the pungent aroma, she had worn them all day at school and it had been a warm day, even the prints of her toes were a little crusty. She took the opened milk carton and pushed her sweaty foot into the glass, curling her toes so that there was hardly any space at all besides the gaps between her toes.

Then, she picked her phone up and began recording a short clip.

With a little dexterity, she knelt over and poured the milk into the glass, letting out an evil giggle when the cold liquid poured over her smelly foot, running between her toes and carrying her toe jam into the bottom of the glass.

Once it was over she set the phone down, wiped her foot off on a hand towel, and sent the short clip to Tara, "hope she likes vanilla and feet flavour"

She was quite pleased to see a laughing emoji reply, followed by, "omg you're evil"

But Eliza wasn't done yet, Becca had already smelt her feet - she wanted to go further. The brunette quickly added the milk to the other two glasses, without the feet, lactose-free for herself and normal for Tara. Then, she added vanilla extract to each. She picked up Becca's glass, got the camera ready and hacked up a loogie.

Then, leaning over the glass, she drizzled out the spit and snot wad into the glass. The spit sat on top of the milk for a moment, very visible, before she added the ice-cream and it was diluted into the mix.

The mid-spit picture also went to Tara, who replied with a vomiting emoji and a laughing emoji. She blended each milkshake separately, leaving Becca's tainted drink for last. As she was doing so, she got a picture from Tara; Becca was holding her foot in one hand, leaned over it, carefully painting her toes. "Love this girl, best servant ever xoxo"

She grinned, Tara wasn't typically as good at initiating this kind of thing as she was, but she took part as happily as Eliza did. "i know!! wonder what else we can get her to do"

Then, she poured Becca's blended milkshake into her cup and set it on the ground.

She slid her sweatpants down to her ankles, revealing her petite yet beautifully rounded ass. She admired it in the oven, her tan was fading a little, and there was a slender triangle of paler skin over her crack and down to her little mound of a pussy.

With great care, she squatted over the cup and felt her stomach gurgle. With one hand she pried her cheeks open, revealing the browned skin around her dark butthole. She could see it in the reflection before she lifted the cold glass to press the rim around her puckered hole.

It took a moment, her thin lips twisted into a pretty, strained grimace as she increased the pressure of her abdominal muscles.

With a sudden squelch, she released a sputtery, wet fart into the creamy beverage. The smell was foul, like a fart that had been brewing for a while and had finally been given release. She set the glass down and saw a small brown smear of liquid on the surface, with tiny flecks of shit sat on the viscous milkshake. She clamped a hand to her mouth, struggling to contain her own laughter - she had intended to fart, but this was so much better.

She glanced at the clock, it hadn't been too long but she'd have to conceal what she had done. So, she grabbed a few bars of chocolate from the fridge, breaking them into tiny chunks that she dropped into each glass. Then, she stirred each mix - leaving Becca's until last of course, so that her accidental discharge was thoroughly mixed into the drink - indistinguishable from the others. Then, thinking more of her own preference, she grated the last pieces of chocolate into flakes that she sprinkled on top of each.

Before she returned, she picked up her phone. "think I just sharted in her milkshake" Followed by a blushing face, and a laughing-crying emoji. She didn't get an immediate reply, but she heard Tara's roaring laughter from the room over and found herself grinning with pride.


Eliza had really gone the extra mile, Becca thought.

She set the drink tray down on the futon and picked up a glass to hand to Becca. The glass was cold to the touch, filled to the brim with vanilla milkshake, with chocolate nuggets floating around the glass and a dusting of chocolate flakes on the top. "For the kind judge." Eliza said, a pantomimed tone of an obsequies servant.

Becca was a little blown away by the gesture. It almost seemed worth it, now that the memory of feet all over her face was fading.

She brought the glass up to her face, struck by the pungent aroma of vanilla, with a mustier, earthy smell that wrinkled her nose for a second. "Does it have dark chocolate in it?" She asked, innocently.

Tara burst out laughing, when Becca looked over to her the younger athlete seemed to be looking at her phone once more. Eliza had a wide smile on her face, she picked up her own glass and handed the third to Tara. "Yeah, I put some dark and some normal chocolate in - I thought you'd like it."

The brunette settled down on the opposite side of the sofa to Tara, with Becca between them. Becca looked down at the beverage, she wasn't the biggest fan of dark chocolate but the fact Eliza had thought it was what she wanted made it just as good.

She brought the cold glass to her lips and took a long sip, careful not to get brain freeze, and licked her lips after for good measure. It was delicious.

Though she had not noticed, the two girls had been watching her enjoy the first taste, and had made a heroic effort in restraining their own laughter.

Tara read another message from Eliza, "no 'dark chocolate' in ours tho lol"

After taking a few sips, Becca took a larger mouthful and felt one of the tiny chocolate nuggets slide in with a wave of vanilla. When she bit through it, a bitter, unpleasant taste followed - "Ugh that must be super dark chocolate!" She quickly washed the taste away with another mouthful of the admittedly much tastier vanilla milkshake.

"Does the dark chocolate taste like it's gone a little off to you guys?" She offered to the others, glancing to each of them, innocent and unaware. She thought she heard Eliza snorted into her milkshake, but was looking at Tara when it happened.

Tara took another sip of hers, a look of contemplation on her face - the drink held close to her lips, hiding her smile. "Not mine?"

Eliza did the same thing, then snapped her fingers as if realizing. "Oh, I think one of the bars might've had way more cocoa in it, you must've gotten some of that one."

The younger sister pouted and looked at Becca, "Does it taste bad?"

It did a little, but Becca didn't want to say it - first of all it would be rude, second of all she didn't want to dissuade her sister from doing nice things for her in the future. "No, not at all. The milkshake itself is great." To confirm it, she took a large mouthful and gave a satisfied smile. Eliza seemed very pleased with her response, and picked up her phone.

Eliza sent another message to Tara, "so sharts are gross, but foot and spit milkshake is soooo delicious xD" And was pleased to see her blonde friend turn red with the effort of not laughing.

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