My name is Sean, and I want to talk about an experience I had some time back. I was 20, am the youngest in the family, and my oldest brother got married when I was very young; when I was 20, his wife, Sabrina, was 36.
Ever since I was young, way before I was 20, I remember I used to think that Sabrina was a beautiful woman. She was slim, tall, had clear skin, black wavy hair that reached her shoulders, and she was extremely nice to me when she joined the family, with me being the youngest sibling and all. I remember my brother got married when I was 10, and she was super nice, would always get me presents, help me with my homework, take me to the store to buy a gift every now and then. When I was in my teenage years, which meant that I was making sexual discoveries and understanding more about my likes and dislikes, noticing girls, Sabrina was always around, being the gorgeous woman she always was, and my innocent love for her as a kid, grew into a physical attraction as a teenager and a young man.
When I was 20 I started college, I had already been working in a part time job, and since I did not want to spend my money on rent, I stayed in my parent's house, which was huge and was separated into two housing units (a ground floor unit and a first floor unit). The house was empty except for my parents, since my siblings were abroad, and my oldest brother who was married to Sabrina, was living in the ground floor unit of the same house. There is an indoor stairwell that connects the two housing units, my parents' and my brothers', with doors that are usually unlocked.
So, to shed some light here, as a kid I used to look at women's toes whenever I saw any, teachers, cousins, and so on. I liked how they looked, and I could not take my eyes off the nice ones. As a teenager, I discovered I had a huge foot fetish, and since I was always looking for any glimpse of a woman' s feet, I usually found myself looking at Sabrina's feet, and I believe I can safely say, that Sabrina's feet may have been where it all started for me. Her size was 9, her soles were smooth and her skin silky, her toes were long and slim, but proportionate and tidy looking. She usually had a clear polish on them, or sometimes she would put some colors, but she usually opted for the clear polish.
I found myself continuously looking at them, imagining what they might smell like, what they might taste like, I imagined licking them, or sucking on her big toe like a lollipop, I had the wildest fantasies, and I used to believe she was the hottest woman around me, so I always looked for any way to be around her to catch a glimpse that would serve my imagination as I masturbated to her feet later. On the other hand, I knew that it was just a lost cause, since she saw me as a brother, as her husband's young sibling, and there would never be any chance for me to get close to her feet and do all the things I want. So, to feed my urge, I started sneaking down to their house in my teenage years using the inner stairwell whenever my brother and Sabrina were at their jobs, go to the room where she used to store all of her shoes. I remember she used to have flats, sandals, boots, shoes, a whole variety. My favorite, were her sandals and her flats. I used to grab her flats, bring them close to my nose, and just take deep breaths. She was not the type to have sweaty or stinky feet, so there was not much smell there, but I used to try to get any whiff I possibly could. I would also lick the leather soles of her sandals, smell them, and use my imagination as much as I could to picture her feet in these shoes.
One time, when I was 20, I was home alone, everyone at their jobs but I had an off day from college. I was so bored, and being the person I was, my mind automatically started drifting to feet and pussy. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to go downstairs to remind my senses of the scent of Sabrina's shoes. I got up, went downstairs and made my way to the room with all her shoes. I got down on my knees, pulled out a couple of her shoes, and continued to smell and lick them as I usually did. I was so deep in it, enjoying every second.
"Sean?! What are you doing on the floor?!" Sabrina's voice came behind me.
I froze; I started turning around because my back was to the door and I looked at her with both hands holding one of her sandals close to my face.
"Sabri-na-- I-- I ---nothing, am doing nothing." I stuttered.
Her face went from my face to my hands, to the shoes around me on the floor, back to my face.
"Get up. Get up and get out!" she said. Her tone was so strong and menacing that I found myself directly obliging.
Once I got up and was fully standing, my boner became very visible, and she saw that.
"Oh my god!" she said, as she turned away and covered her eyes.
"I cannot believe what I am witnessing right now Sean, this is fucking weird. Is this what happens when me and your brother are out of the house? I cannot even believe this shit." she said.
I walked out of the room listening to these words coming from behind me, but I stopped and turned around to reply: "I'm so sorry Sabrina, please forgive me. I did not mean to upset you, you know that my brother can't hear about this." I said.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do! I cannot even believe you. Get the fuck out of the house." said Sabrina.
I went up the stairs hurriedly, hearing the door that connects their house to the stairwell close and lock behind me, and I was left wondering how the fuck I messed up so badly. Would she tell my brother? How will our relationship be moving forward? What will I do when am in the same room with her and other people? I was so worried and lost and anticipated that my brother would be coming to see me tonight telling me what a freak I am.
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A few days passed since the incident. My brother never brought up the subject and it seemed that Sabrina didn't tell him. Whenever she was in the same room with me and other people, she addressed me normally but kept her distance, she was pleasant, but something was awkward and different.
The next week, I was in my room, my brother called me asked me if I wanted to watch an episode from a show we followed. I already watched that episode, but I had nothing to do, and I wanted to go downstairs to their house because I haven't since the incident.
I went downstairs, and the TV show was ready to go. I took my spot on the floor leaning my back on the table, and my brother was sitting on the sofa behind me, with the table between us. Sabrina was out in the garden, doing some of her usual planting and gardening. My brother and I were having some white wine as we watched the show.
20 minutes into the episode, Sabrina came in, and she was not surprised to see me there, my brother told her we will watch together since she was already in the garden when I came down.
She came in, was a bit puffy from the heat outside, started taking off her Garden Boots by the door. I could not resist looking in her direction, especially since the door was close to the TV, so I did not need to twist my neck to look in her direction and be too obvious.
She took off one boot after the other. I remember seeing the tips of her toes come out of the boots she was wearing, no socks, a bit of a glimmer on them from the heat and being confined in those boots. She had clear polish on. She took the shoes off quickly but it felt like it was in slow motion. I looked up to her face after she took them off and found her staring right in eyes with a small frown. I quickly looked away to the TV.
