A commission I made a while back for @Dragon-Cana-Love.

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Well, Mark's been my socks for a couple of months now. Truth be told, I hadn't realized it had been that long. Then again, why would I keep track of how long I've had a pair of socks? Granted, they are my step-brother after all, but he doesn't look like it.

For all this time, he has remained a pair of plain white socks. Surprisingly enough, he is still pretty clean. He only has a slight hit of gray marks from my toes on his soles; besides that, he is still just as good as new.

That in itself is quite a shock. Not long after I added him to my sock drawer, I decided to introduce him to my gym bag. I had recently gotten into the habit of working out again, and, well, I couldn't just let him stay out of it.

During our trips to the gym, I'd really work up a sweat. I would spend a couple of hours there, doing mostly card Gallons and gallons of sweat would flow into his cotton bodies, his body becoming imbued with my workout funk.

Just having him under me would push me to really go all in while working out. It felt great, especially any time I would taunt him while wearing him. Any time I was feeling worn out, whether while on the treadmill or doing some lifting, I'd chide him.

I'd say things like "The only thing you're good at is soaking up my sweat. Your cotton feels sooo comfortable around my soles. All you'll ever be is a pair of socks. I bet you just love being filled with my feet." All of that and more, really anything that I could come up with.

Sure, sometimes he probably couldn't hear me, but that didn't matter. As long as he heard some of it, I was happy. Every day, I've kept this up. I'd spend a couple of hours at the gym, taunting my step-brother and soaking him with my foot sweat.

After that, I'd keep wearing Mark for the day, most of it anyway. I did everything but sleep him in, though I did some nights. All the time, though, I treated him just like a regular pair of socks. Yes, I would purposely keep myself on my feet and really work up a sweat, but he should expect that.

I mean, when you're nothing but a pair of socks, you have to deal with all that comes with it, even if I can be a bi extreme sometimes. I probably shouldn't wear him all the time and constantly soak him in my sweat, but he deserves it.

Mark was nothing but a bratty step-brother to me, quite the pain in my ass. Now, he is just a pair of socks, my socks. That's all he has been for the past few months and all he'll ever be, for now at least. He can deal with another few months of this, right?

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