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Sis's Sweet Toes"I want you to do to me what you did to Tom last Friday night". My sister Jesse who was eighteen (two years older than I), who our family has called "Sis" since I was born, glanced up from the newspaper she had spread out on the table. "What are you talking about?", she said. "You know", I said with a tiny smirk on my face, "what you did to Tom with your feet when you guys were alone in your room last weekend". Jesse's shoulders tensed and she slowly raised her light green eyes up to peer into mine. Her right eyebrow rose into an arch. "I have no idea what you're talking about". She pulled a long black lock of hair back into place behind her right ear and returned her gaze to the newspaper. Her shoulders retained their tense position. "Maybe this will refresh your memory, Sis". An evil grin flashed across my face as I slid the photo across the oak tabletop to her. Jesse grasped the photo between two French manicured fingertips. Jesse's jaw dropped, placing her plump red lips into a sensuous oval shape. Red flowers of embarasement bloomed on her cheeks, quickly replaced by an angry sneer. "You little bastard!". The photograph showed Jesse and her boyfriend Tom on her bed. The overhead light was off, but four candles scattered about the room provided plenty of light. Jesse's back rested against the headboard. Her left hand was wrapped tightly around the top bar on the headboard, the other buried in her crotch. Her miniskirt was bunched at her waist. Tom lay on his back on the bed facing Jesse. His head craned back over the foot of the bed. His teeth were clenched and his eyes wide and white. His legs spread wide and his feet were pressing into the bed, lifting his ass slightly from the mattress. The toes of Jesse's left foot were hidden beneath Tom's balls, pressing them slightly upward. The sole of her right foot pressed against the bottom of Tom's erect cock. Her big toe and second toe, nails painted dark blue, were wrapped around the area just below the head of his dick squeezing it slightly. Jesse's feet and Tom's penis glistened with baby oil. A string of white cum six inches long extended from the tip of Tom's cock and into the air, just beginning to double over upon itself at the peak of its ascent. The shot had been taken last Friday night while my parents were out of town--Tom had come over to "watch a movie". When I heard soft grunts and moans from my sisters room I quickly grabbed my camera and hurried outside. To my surprise, her vertical blinds were open slightly at the bottom. For over half an hour I snapped photos of Tom worshiping Jesse's feet, her working his cock over with her feet and toes, and finally spraying his load onto her feet and legs. My erection grew with each suck of my sister's toes and stroke of Tom's dick. Before that night I'd never paid much attention to a woman's feet, particularly in a sexual way. Ever since puberty I had known my older sister was attractive. In fact, very attractive. She was five foot, eleven inches tall and had straight black hair cut just below the shoulder. Perfectly shaped breasts, not huge, but definitely not small. A beautiful, round ass leading into tan, muscular legs ending in exquisite size seven and a half feet. I had never paid special attention to her feet before, but after that night feet took on a whole new attraction for me. In class the next Monday I caught myself staring at girl's feet and feeling the bulge in my pants. I began fantasizing about kissing and licking their soles, sucking their toes, and beautiful feet rubbing against my cock. I had found my new love! I pulled the chair out across the table from Jesse and sat down. "Thats what I want". "You want me to give you a footjob? No way you pervert!", Jesse looked at me with shock on her face. "Is that what its called? Yeah, I want a footjob, jerk me off with your feet. If you don't I'll show this, and all the other shots I took, to mom and dad". I gave her an innocent smile. "But, but...", she stammered, "But that would be incest!". She was slowly rising out of the chair and plopped back down with the last word. "Hey, I'm not asking you to screw me! I'm only asking for a...favor". Jesse leered at me in anger. "I really don't have any choice, do I?", she said with a pout. "Nope. We'll do it Wednesday night. Mom and Dad will be having dinner at the Robertsons, OK?". Jesse closed the paper, stood up, and walked out of the kitchen toward the door. "Don't act so excited about it", I yelled after her, a smile of pure pleasure on my face and a bulge in my jeans. Wednesday evening I closed the front door after the "goodbyes" with Mom and Dad. I walked to the base of the staircase and yelled "Sis, be in my room at 8 o'clock tonight". The slam of Jesse's bedroom door was the only answer I received. At 8 o'clock I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling and dreaming of the pleasure soon to come. I glanced at my watch. I was sure Jesse wouldn't risk me handing over those pictures. My parents considered her the "perfect angel" of the house . . . a reputation she had earned solely by keeping her various escapades hidden from their eyes. At the knock on the door I looked down and saw my erect dick bulging against the denim of my jeans -- at the tip a small wet spot. "Come on in, Sis". Jesse walked into the room and stopped at the base of the bed. She wore a blue tank top, matching shorts, and white socks. Her hair long black hair pulled back in a pony tail. Jesse glanced at my crotch. "Obviously you're ready", she said, a hint of bitterness in her voice. She turned and sat on the edge of the bed, then swung her legs around so that her feet were sitting between my knees. "Would you like my socks on or off, Master?". A tiny smile crossed her lips but I could see she was nervous. "Now Sis, surely you aren't planning on doing it looking like that? Just pretend I'm Tom . . . do what you'd do for him". Jesse pressed her lips together and glanced at my bulge. "Well, what would you like me to do?" "How about take a shower, do your hair up nicely, put on some makeup, paint your nails", the thought made my penis quiver, "and put on something sexy? And relax a little," I added. Her muscles relaxed slightly and she smiled back, "All right. I won't have to jerk you off when I come back, you'll cum in your jeans as soon as you see me!", she giggled and ran from out of the room, pulling her tank top off as she walked out the door. Forty-five minutes later the doorknob turned. Jesse opened my door without knocking and walked in slowly . . . I could smell her perfume instantly. The bottom of her black hair had been neatly curled under and a black hair clip drew the front back on each side behind her temples. She wore a black, skin clinging, spaghetti strap negligee that hid her upper body to just below her crotch. Two tan thighs were exposed down to eight inches above the knee where they disappeared into the lacy tops of black seamed stockings. On her feet were glossy black slip on high heels. Dark red toenails could be seen peeking through the black nylon on both feet. In her one hand she held several candles and in the other a book of matches. Jesse moved gracefully around the room as I watched her from the bed. She placed candles around the room striking a match and lighting each. Once she had positioned all the candles to her liking she turned and faced me from the foot of the bed. "Well . . . " I murmured. "Shhhh . . . ", she held a straight index finger up to her red lips. She crossed her arms and grasped the opposite bottom edges of her negligee, pulling it up and over her head. Her perfect, tan breasts jiggled slightly. As the cool air of my room hit her nipples they rose, becoming two erect 3/4 inch spikes atop the mounds of her tits. Through a triangle of curly black hair at her crotch two pussy lips could barely be made out. My breath caught in my throat. "Whoa . . .". "You look a little shocked", her breasts bounced lightly as she moved to the side of the bed, "I guess I'll have to help you". She reached down and grasped the top of my pants, unbuttoning and then unzipping them. My dick quivered at her touch and I raised up on my elbows. She grasped the side of my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. At my ankles she paused and worked each leg over my foot. "Nice boxers". My faced reddened as she grasped the top of my bright red boxers and quickly slid them off. My erect penis sprang straight into the open air as soon as it was freed. "Well", a slight look of surprise came to Jesse's face, "I guess little brother isn't so little anymore". She put a hand on my chest and pushed me onto my back. "Just relax". Jesse moved back to the foot of the bed and pushed my ankles apart. She turned and sat her luscious ass onto the bed, then swung her feet up, planting them her heels on the bed between my legs. She slid each heel off and sat them neatly to the side. Jesse moved her right toes gently up against my balls -- a bit of cum ran from the tip of my cock -- and then slowly moved them upward. She ran her toes lightly up and down the underside of my cock. "Ugghhh . . .", my eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure. The sheer sight of her toes was enough to make me blow my load, but this was beyond anything I could ever imagine. Jesse's left foot moved up. She wrapped both feet around my prick, grasping it tightly between her toes and sole. She stroked up and down rhythmically. "Ohhh God . . .". The soft nylon sent jolt after jolt of pleasure through my penis. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, begging to be released. I took my eyes off Jesse's feet moving up and down just in time to see her prop herself up with her left arm and shove her right hand hungrily into her crotch. Candlelight glistened in the cum that trickled from my super-stimulated cock and ran down over Jesse's nylon clad toes. Jesse began to moan as she shoved her fingers in and out of her now dripping cunt. Her legs began pumping faster. "OH!", she opened her eyes as if someone had shocked her, "OH, OH, I'm cumming!". Her hand worked furiously in her crotch and her body spasmed. Her feet clamped around my cock in a grip of pure ecstasy. "AIIIEEEE . . .", I watched in amazement as she worked two fingers into her tight box. Tears streaked down Jesse's cheeks and she feel back onto the bed. "Oh Lord. Little brother, that was AWESOME!". She jerked her upper body back up to look at me. A huge smile covered her face and her eyes sparkled. "Now lets finish you off". She looked at me slyly, "You'll need lubrication". Leaning forward Jesse placed her hands around the base of my cock and lowered her lips down over it. Soft warmth flooded over my penis as her hands and mouth moved up and down -- spreading warm saliva over the length of my rod. I had never been blown before, and the idea that my sister was the first, and of her own accord, sent chills of pleasure up my spine. "Oh Sis . . . this is the best", I murmured. Jesse pulled her mouth off. "No, when you shoot your load all over my toes, that will be the best!". She rolled each of her stockings off and clamped her now bare feet around my saliva coated penis. Quickly she began pumping my cock with her tan feet, massaging it seductively with her red tipped toes. I stared wide eyed and drank in the sensations. Suddenly, the pleasure sky-rocketed. "Sis!", my eyes grew wide, "This is it!". The pressure from Jesse's feet increased, as did the speed of her pumping. "It feels SO GOOD!", I screamed as she rammed her feet up and down around my cock. Cum boiled from my balls and up out of my cock, spraying into the air. Squirt after squirt erupted out onto Jesse's toes, feet, and ankles. Jesse continued pumping until my ass thumped back down onto the bed. Cocking her feet back on their heels Jesse looked at the cum running slimy white cum running down her feet and dripping between her toes onto the bedspread. I laid back and enjoyed waves of pleasure, each slightly less intense than the last. "Wow", she reached down and wiped a finger across the tops of her toes smearing a glob of cum onto the bed, "I've gotta tell you little bro, I haven't ever seen anyone cum that much!". She stuck the cum covered fingertip into her mouth and pulled it off. "Mmmm . . .", she gave me a wink. "Well, little bro, that was much more fun than I thought it would be. But", she gave me a stern look, "we won't ever do this again, so don't get your hopes up". Jesse hopped off the bed, took her stockings and high heels in one hand, black negligee in the other, and walked out the door, pulling it shut behind her. A few drops of cum remained on the carpet from her still wet feet. I rolled onto my side and dug between the mattress and box springs. "We'll see about that . . .", I said as I pulled looked at the picture of Jesse and Tom, "We'll see . . .". (c) 1999 Female Foot Fan (femalefootfan@yahoo.com) |
