Life with a foot fetish is growing increasingly difficult as I age. I turned twenty one today, and my dad took me to have a few beers at a sports bar. My mom was very against me going, but she had the night shift, so she didn't really talk my dad out of it. I also stopped and got a tattoo on my back, an eagle bursting out of the water of a dark ocean, with the moon behind. My dad laughed at my expression when the artist painfully discussed the cost to me. I wanted the tattoo very detailed, so it costed a few big ones. It didn't hurt as bad as the artist said it would, with it being my first tattoo.
I was hoping a tattoo would help me look badass, because my appearance isn't as badass as the tattoo. Five foot six and not loving very much of it. I'm not the popular one in school, but I have many friends. I'm not really extremely ugly, I have deep brown eyes that shade into a very faint blue, I've got short brown hair that I like to keep styled, sometimes fighting my mom and dad on going to school if I'm having a bad hair day. I starting hitting the gym when I turned eighteen, and I've been going regularly since then. My chest and arms push out of every shirt I own, and I've got plastic glasses, not those metal frame ones. Ew.
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Me and my dad pull up in the driveway of his house, he had been driving since he didn't do much drinking.
"Thanks dad, for the drinks." I say as I slowly open up the car door, and the cool wind hits me.
"No problem Matt, just remember don't tell your mother, or I'll lose half my shit in a divorce." He says jokingly.
"Yeah, your good. Thanks." I say as I step out of the car.
As I walk up the ridiculously large porch, I hear the car start going down the road. Dad had night shift too apparently. He must be on call like mom, it would make sense considering he's a neurosurgeon, and my moms a pediatrician.
I open the door to my house, and walk in and shut it, while fighting the wind trying to force itself into the house. I lock the door. Maybe a coat wouldn't have been so bad.
I look down on the floor in front of the closet and see four different sets of shoes. Great, I'm in a great deal of pain, and I get to listen to girls giggling in the second family room beside MY room.
I recognize the shoes, a pair of 5 1/5 black and white Nike's. My sisters. Kampbell. She's 18 and loving every bit of her body. She's small, 5 ft 2, and about 115 pounds, she's one of the popular ones, which means she's a brat, always trying to be the sweet, innocent girl in the presence of our parents. She always has her long blonde hair down to her waist, which she straightens it every morning. Her blue eyes could make any man collapse if he looks into them. She's kind of a tomboy to say the least, but she has no problems landing a date.
The second pair announces Tiffany. At 19, she's on the cheer squad at her school, and she's got deep brown eyes, and long blonde hair too. She's got magnificent legs, and small, beautiful feet at shoe size 5, maybe 5 1/5 at the most. I stare down at her sandals, wondering why she would wear sandals in the middle of December. She's always wearing jeans, and she's the kind to wear name brand clothes, and buy phones WAY before they even come out. She's knows she's got a wonderful ass, always flaunting it in public and at school.
But hey, I sure as hell ain't complaining.
I look over at the next pair, and see that they belong to the oldest of the bunch, Kelly. She's tall, at about 5 ft 8, with feet that aren't too big, nor too small. She's the short shorts, party kind of person. She always has her long brown hair in a ponytail. He shoe size is probably 8 if I had to guess. They way she dresses and acts makes me wonder if she is a lesbian. She's only 20, but knows what she wants in a guy.
The good thing about my sisters friends, is that most of them are kinda wild. And the house has carpet flooring, so when girls show up, off come the shoes and the socks.
My heart skips a beat when I see the last pair of shoes. Halie. Her pink Nike's that she has worn for the longest time sit there, all used and torn up. She's not poor, she could buy new shoes, but I guess she just doesn't want to.
Halie is my biggest crush, she has big brown eyes, and long dirty dishwater blonde hair that goes down to her mid back. She is really shy, but once she gets to know everyone around her, she can actually get kind of loud. She's the girl that I love. She's petite, exactly one inch shorter than me, and feet that are to DIE FOR. She's got a small but round, firm looking ass, small breasts, and size 6 feet. I've always felt a kind of love for her, but I don't think she's in to me at all. I've known her for about 10 years, so we know each other well, but she's not in to me, she's one of Kampbells best friends, so me and Halie don't get to talk much. Halie's feet are the hardest to see, because she usually has her feet tucked away in shoes. Plus, I don't think she even owns sandals anymore. She's been 18 for only about 2 weeks.
I walk down the hall and up the first flight of stairs, and I try to fast walk down the hallway past the second family room, but since my room is down at the end of the hall, I knew I wouldn't stand a chance at being able to walk past them. The room is on the left of the hallway, so I really have no chance. *shit*
I walk past the large doorway, which is the same size as the room, and get stopped halfway by Kampbell.
"There he is! Finally!" She says as she gets up from the floor and walks over to me.
Holy shit, they were painting each others toenails. Kelly had been painting Kampbells, and vice versa. And Tiffany was painting Halie's, and vice versa. I look at Kampbell as she walks over to me.
"I heard you got a tattoo Matt, I want to see it." She pleads.
"I got it on my back. And besides, it's taped up, so I can't let you see it." I tell her, mostly because I don't want to take my shirt off In front of 3 super hot chicks.
"So? It needs the air." She says.
"Actually, I kinda want to see it." I hear a voice speak to me as I turn and look over and see Tiffany with her mouth slightly open, like she just said something, and all her attention was on me.
I spot all the other girls staring intently at me. *fine* I think.
I reach down and pull my shirt off over my head, and throw it to the floor.
I see the girls all staring at me with their mouths slightly open.
"Wow, Matt, your body is just..um...wow." I hear. I turn to see Kelly say.
I turn around and brace for pain. I feel Kampbell stick her nails under the big bandage, and rip. I screech.
"Aaaahoo ahh... fuck!" Except I whisper the 'fuck' part.
I hear them groan at my pain, and I turn my head around to see them gritting their teeth.
"Wow."
I hear them all say.
I keep my back to them for about 30 seconds, then I turn around to search for my shirt, but I don't see it around, and none of the girls have it. I realize I'm showing the girls my chest and abs, and I turn to try and hide my blushing.
"Matt, leave your shirt off, I kinda like you without it."
I turn around to see who said that, and I almost fall over.
It was Halie. Holy shit. She said that? Was that her? Am I alive? I think to myself. She has a finger to her mouth.
"OK!!" Kampbell almost screams, making me slightly jump.
"We are going to play hide in seek, but in teams. Halie and Matt, you two will hide, and the rest of us will try and find you." She exclaims not different than that of a dictator. But still in kind of a friendly, cheery tone.
