Haylee was very excited for what she had planned this time. She didn't have all the specifics, but based on what happened last time with the teasing... she could sense that he was into a particular something, and wanted to find out more. It all came together when she realized their parents would be gone that afternoon, and it gave her the perfect opportunity to mess with him some more. She stood in front of the mirror again, her big beautiful blue eyes staring back at her. They were focused this time, focused on the task at hand - how to torture her big brother in the best way possible. She stared down at her feet, and grinned. She had worn long striped socks up to her knees all day in preparation for this, and knew that she would've gotten some pretty smelly feet at this point. Knowing her brother, this would turn him on even more. The socks were colourful, purple and pink all the way to the top. It was one of her favourites, and she couldn't wait to show him. On top of those socks, she wore black heeled boots, covering her feet entirely in some pretty expensive footwear. Her mom had gotten it for her last year for her birthday. She had gotten many compliments on them, especially from Trevor himself. Which meant he would really appreciate getting them off of her.
She didn't focus on the rest of her outfit much today, though she did put on mascara and shiny lip gloss so he wouldn't be able to help but stare at her lips, wondering what it was like to kiss them. She wore a very tight low shirt that exposed her breasts perfectly and short shorts, which gave him a beautiful view of her thighs and the socks riding up her legs. It was all according to plan. When she was finally satisfied with her appearance, she called on him with her usual sing-song voice. "Oh, Trevor!!"
She could already hear Trevor groaning from his bedroom, not knowing what to expect from her this time. He was now constantly worried every time they were home alone together, knowing that she would be pushing him further and further every single time. What a complete vixen she was. An utter tease. "No, no! I'm busy this time. Don't come in."
She had expected him to say this, and she put her hands on her waist and frowned at the closed door to his bedroom. "Trevor!!" She yelled.
"I told you I'm too busy for this!" He yelled. He could already feel some hardening in his pants from imagining what she could be wearing this time.
"If you don't open this door right now I'm going to tell mom and dad you stared at my breasts inappropriately!" She cried out, knocking on the door over and over.
He groaned dramatically, and opened the door in front of her. He stood there, mouth agape from how she looked. He wore his pyjamas - a casual wife beater and shorts, which he liked to put on as soon as he got home and started playing video games. His hair was messy and ruffled, like he had just woken up. She grinned at him, hands still placed on her hips. "Like what you see?" She asked boldly.
His eyes were already turning lustful and hooded as he scanned her whole body, placing his stare solely on her striped socks. "Where did you get that?"
"These? Just recently. Do you like them?" She asked gently, crooning a bit.
"Yes. Very much." He replied, like he was entranced by them.
"Why don't you take them off of me then? Slowly?" She asked.
"What?" He replied immediately, though that sounded very enticing for him. She was right! She knew it all along. Her brother did have a foot fetish, and now she would be getting it out of him, making him admit it. How dirty his mind really was. It would be torture for him, she doubted he even knew about it himself, or even if he did, he would never want to admit it to himself.
"C'mon." She mewled. "I know you want to." He didn't say a word, though he bit his lip slightly and nodded. She walked over to the bed confidently, and plopped onto it.
"Kneel." She said, exactly the same way as she did last time.
He complied immediately, and she grazed his hair in her fingers as a sign of affection. Though she would never admit that. "You should probably take my shoes off first." She commanded. He nodded, and was silent as he took her shoes off slowly. He untied the laces on her boots, unraveling it bit by bit. She had made it very difficult to untie for this very reason. He worked like her slave, and she loved it. Loved how clearly turned on this was making him. When he was finally done, he took the boots off one by one, savoring it as he did. He placed them gently on the side, and then looked at her like a lost puppy. The smell of her feet was in the air, and it was clear to him now she had purposefully worn these socks all day for this very reason.
He wanted to suck on her toes desperately, licking and touching every part of it, to see what part of her was the most sensitive. He looked up at her, waiting for the next instructions. "You seem very quiet, Trevor? What's wrong?" She asked, though it was obvious she already knew.
"I..." He stammered.
"You?" She asked, though not in a malicious way. She just wanted to get it out of him. "You what? You never realized how you were into such dirty things?" She giggled, her voice echoing through the bedroom.
He shook his head, he was blushing now, afraid that she would abandon him if she realized how turned on he was by this. In a quick motion, she placed her feet on his pants, exactly where his dick was. She could already see the bulge growing larger and larger, and knew he was desperate for some kind of touch. She placed her feet on it, hard, grinding into his bulge as he gasped out loud, feeling the sensations. "Oh my god." He said, his eyes fully widened?
"I'll let you do more if you admit it. Admit how dirty you are." She said, now stroking him over his pants with her toes. She's never done this before, but it wasn't that difficult to manage.
"Haylee... that feels so good." He grunted.
"I know, big brother." She grinned, loving how she was affecting him. "Well? I'm waiting?"
