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In a remote church in Estonia, a sister named Triin sat alone in the pews late one evening. Lost in thought, she hadn't noticed her brother Erik quietly enter behind her a few minutes ago. Triin wore her traditional white lace dress that came down to her ankles, with a pair of sexy heeled wooden clogs strapped to her feet.

Unaware that Erik was there, Triin slowly lifted one foot up and placed it on the pew in front of her. She locked her ankle, admiring how the wooden heel stood high. Next, Triin wiggled her toes, relishing the feel of them sliding in the vintage wooden clog heel. Connected by a thin strap, the front of the clog swung free as she moved her foot, revealing flashes of her bare skin underneath.

Suddenly, Triin felt something squish beneath her sole as she put her foot back down. Glancing down in surprise, she saw a tiny figure desperately waving its arms in distress. "Erik, you fool!" Triin scolded. "Why are you dressed in such ridiculous tiny clothes?" She gave her miniscule brother a mean glare before turning to go.

Erik shouted up, "Wait Triin! I'm not tiny on purpose!" But she was already gone. Erik knew his sister and her cruel crush fetish tendencies. He'd seen Triin accidentally, without underwear, when he spied on her once in the pews at church. And Triin had definitely seen him too, getting crushed under her body as he spied. The flashback of Triin's wet lace panties upskirt still filled Erik's mind.

Trying to make sense of what happened, Erik remembered using that shrinking app to test it out. So focused on thinking about that, Erik didn't notice Triin return and sit down on the pew behind him. "Still tiny, brother?" Triin smirked, spreading her legs. "What a shame." Quick as a flash, Triin stomped her heeled clog down on top of Erik, not even caring when he let out a tiny scream.

Sighing, Triin stood up and walked away, not looking back. She glanced over just once to see a tiny red splotch smeared across the pew's surface. "Stupid boy, you should have known better," Triin said to herself. Erik's mangled body had been crushed to death beneath the sexy heel of her clog shoe, never to be seen again. And Triin knew no one would ever suspect his disappearance was murder at the hands of his own sister. She was clever like that, Triin mused with a smile.