I'm sitting in the middle of the outdoor mall. This is the first time Adina and I had hung out since she consoled me when Ken and I broke up. It had been about a month since James and I "discovered each other". I'd gotten over my ex and I thought that after that I wouldn't want to have any more relations with my own brother, but I still wanted him. I wanted him to suck my toes. I wanted to have his hard cock between my feet... or in other places. I wanted both of us to cum together. What am I thinking? What would everyone think? What if my friends found out? What if our parents found out?
"Chelsea!"
Adina's voice breaks my focus from these thoughts. I see her waving at me. Her long, wavy brown hair reach past her shoulder. For a second I think that it could be someone else-I had a habit of making such mistakes- but, her slender, lightly tanned body in her black tank top and greenish-brown shorts says otherwise. I jog over to greet her with a hug.
"Hey, Dina, it's been awhile!" I say
"I know," she replies "So where's this new coffee shop you told me about?"
"Oh, it's just this way, follow me."
We walk beside each other, catching up on the past few weeks. I've just been recovering, she's been doing her usual thing. We get to the coffee shop and browse the menu a for a bit. Well, she browses it, I already know what I want. She says she's pay for this if I get the movie later, and I agree. She steps up to order, I've almost completely forgotten about my worries until *PING* I get a text message. I look down at it.
James: "Are you at work?"
It's not a big deal. Typical thing to ask each other so we know how long we can just do us until the other comes home. I'm just hoping he stays out of my closet for now. I start to compose my reply. Adina is leading me toward the nearest empty table. The shop isn't too busy, so we sit in the corner. I kind of prefer it since I know no one will bother or over hear us. I sit in the seat with my back to the counter.
Me: "No, I'm out with Adina, we're hanging out today."
"So how did you find out about this place?' she asks
"Oh, I was just walking through here one day and Starbucks was too packed, so I stopped in here."
*PING* A new message from James.
"That was quick." I think to myself. I look at my phone while Adina talks about some crazy thing that happened to her at a Starbucks two weeks ago.
James: "What's she wearing?" I pause before answering. He has been more confident lately, but I didn't think he'd do this.
Me: "Umm... like everything?"
"And it was really funny, all the people standing up going 'I'm Spartacus' on Monday morning, the only thing that'd be better is if someone reference Le Mis, ya know?" She says, hopefully not realizing I wasn't paying attention.
"Oh yeah, no kidding, I love that."
*PING* Probably James again. I open the message.
James: "Just her shoes."
I never thought to look at her feet the entire time. Like, seriously, how often do you look at someone else's feet when you don't have a foot fetish? And now that I think about it, the only girl whose feet James seems more obsessed with than mine is Adina's. She hardly lets anyone touch them. She's kinda weird that way, something about when she was little and she was always afraid of someone grabbing her foot from under the bed. For whatever reason, too, she seemed self conscious about her feet, especially her high arches. It was the one part of her she didn't think was attractive. So maybe that's why he seemed more taken: She's more reserved with that, I don't think he's even seen her feet. I let anyone touch my feet. I mean, until recently, they were just feet. I take a quick peek under the table. It's nothing special, just the black converse she's had since middle school and some neon green socks. I text the description back to James.
"Order for 'Adina'" the Barista calls out
*PING*
"Oh, I'll be right back, I wanna see how bad he misspelled out names this time."
She leaves, and I take a look at my phone.
James: "Do you think you could get a picture of her feet for me?"
I'm actually pretty shocked. I never thought he'd be this forward. This is almost like that stupid "send nudes" meme. How the hell am I going to get that without sounding weird? You seem it on the news sometimes when other fetishists ask young girls for things like that; it's not illegal, but the cops still get involved. Plus if she's hesitant about it in her own house, how am I gonna get her to do it in public? So, I messaged back.
Me: "How the hell am I gonna get a picture of my friend's feet?"
I put my phone away as Adina comes around my side of the table, both cups in her hand. We do a quick toast, and then take a sip from our cups.
"It's really good, right?" I ask
"Yeah, this is pretty amazing." She replies.
I take another sip from my drink. We sit in silence for a minute, as the feeling that all is right in the world comes over me. It lasts until Adina speaks up.
"You could ask nicely." She say.
"Huh?"
She looks at me this time.
"If your buddy wants a picture of my feet, you could start by asking nicely. I don't know why he'd want it though."
I'm stunned. "You saw that?" I ask
"Yeah, I did."
She sat there, alternatively sipping her coffee and looking at me. I didn't know if she was toying with me or not. So, I muster up the courage and ask her.
"Umm... Can I take a picture of your feet?"
"Maybe," she says "but you have to tell me why your friend wants it so bad."
I wasn't expecting this. I didn't think I've have to tell anyone about the sexual encounter I had with my brother. I knew Adina was very accepting, but I'm not sure if she could listen to what James and I had done without spitting out her coffee and asking what the fuck was wrong with me. So I decided to tastefully edit the story.
"I, uh... met a guy after Ken and I broke up."
"Yeah, but that still doesn't explain why he wants that picture."
"Well, he has a foot fetish." I tell her.
"So what did the two of you guys do?"
"He licked my feet, kissed them, sucked on my toes. And then I jacked him off."
She raised her eye brows a little.
"With your feet?" she asked. I honestly thought she'd be grossed out, but she seem much more intrigued.
"Yeah. He made a huge mess on them." I laugh as I say this.
"And what did you do afterwards?" she asks
"Well, since I left all my tissues at your house, I licked his cum off and went to bed." I tell her
"Oh, no way!" she says