Trampled into Serving at My Younger Sisters Feet. Tuesday, 02-Dec-97 00:29:30

This is a true story of a disfunctional family.

I am the older brother, of a cute sister who loved having her feet licked, sucked and sometimes washed clean by a strong and willing tongue.

I don't remember how it all started, but by the age of seventeen, I was licking my sisters feet almost every day. My reward for doing a good job was getting my face stepped on, as She was leaving for school the next morning.

I would have to wait until She was ready to go and then lie down on the floor by the door. She would say goodbye to our mother in the kitchen and as She was leaving the house, would quitely say "You did a good job last night" and with a big smile on her face, step up on my face with both feet. After standing for few seconds, would wipe her feet like you would on a mat. She would than grind her feet back and forth, keeping her balance while hanging onto the door. Sometimes, She would wear sexy two inch heels and would stand on the cheeks of my face, with just her heels digging in. Boy did that hurt!

This for me was wonderful. Mom would ask me how come i always had red pot marks on my face. I always lied and said I didn't know. My sister would always laugh at the question.

Even with all the pain, I was always begging her to step on me. She would always smile and say, I knew what I had to do if I wanted more.

I can remember on Sunday mornings, when Mom had left for church and We were the only two left in the house. I would first Brush my teeth and then quietly sneak into her room, and kneel at the foot of her bed. She would still be fast asleep on her stomach. I would raise the covers and carefully lift one of her feet into my hands. Then with my tongue fully extended, start licking with the flat of my tongue, from toe to heel. My job was to wake Her from her slumber in a most enjoyable way. I would sometimes lick for twenty minutes, before she would open her eyes and smile.

"Hmmmmm, I like being woken this way," She would say.

I would stay in this position for as long as She needed. Sometimes I would go get her a cup of coffee, and while she sat in bed and enjoyed her coffee and cigarette, I would continue to lick and suck her feet.

Sometimes, if She was in the mood, I would have to beg if I could be allowed to crawl up under the blankets, so I could put my tongue to work in her other favorite places. I again would get to lick deep and suck lovingly, both front and rear, before I was told I had earned a good face stepping.

Then it was on to the floor, as I helped my sister put on a pair of her sexy slippers.

My sister would always make sure to watch the clock, as we did not want our mother coming in from church and catching us, watching the clock to the last minute. Mom was always gone for one and a half hours, to the minute.

Then...I would lie on my back between her bedroom and the hallway, so my face was between the door. She, again would say I had done a great job, and with a smile, step up on my face. "Stick your tongue out, She would giggle," and then would run the sole of her slipper across my fully extended tongue.

"Are they as good as My feet?" She would ask.

Uhhuh, I would grunt. She would stand on me, until we heard Mom's key in the door. Usually about five minutes. Of course, She would not just stand there, but shift Her weight back and forth. First all of one foot on my eye's, and then all of Her wonderful weight on my mouth.

She also made sure I got lots of heel.

As it is, I licked and sucked her feet for many years, in payment for a good trample.

Fifteen years have gone by and We have talked about what happened so long ago. Her memory doesn't/won't let her remember like I do. She is now content to be a mother of two and a respectable citizen. She says with a laugh, "Oh...we were just kids!"

But I remember licking Her feet and other parts for hours, in order to get my face stepped on.

Boy...was I ever lucky!!!

An Older Brothers Weakness