Our parents were away for the week, so it was my responsibility to drive my sister to and from school. I was at a community college for my first year and my sister was a senior in high school. She was on the softball team so I would normally pick her up around 5 every day. I have always had a slight crush on her, especially after she hit puberty. She is thin with small boobs but a round ass that pops no matter what pants she wears. She has long brown hair with blue eyes and plump lips. Let's call her M.
One thing about M drove me wild more than anything. Her size 7 feet. They were perfectly shaped with a high arch and always painted toes. They could also stink up a room, especially after her sports.
On Monday, I picked her up from the softball field and we talked about our days on the car ride home. She kept her cleats on the whole time, most likely because it was raining, and we couldn't roll down the windows. We got home and she took off her cleats when we got in the door. The smell hit me immediately, a pungent popcorn smell that could knock out a small child.
M went right upstairs to shower and I couldn't help myself from sneaking a sniff from the source. I grabbed her cleats and brought them to my nose. The smell was so intense it made my eyes water. I loved the smell though and it made some movement start in my pants. I went upstairs to relieve myself so that I wouldn't have these thoughts about my sister because nothing good could come from it.
After I finished, I went downstairs and started to cook us some dinner. M came down soon after with a load of laundry, which you had to walk through the kitchen to get to. I could still smell her socks as she walked by and joked around with her.
"Hey, I'm trying to cook here, you're going to make me lose my appetite with those socks."
"Oh, come on, there not that bad, they've been worse" M joked back.
"You could kill a small animal with those, hurry up and wash them," I retorted with a laugh.
"You're just asking for it now," M said as she dropped her laundry into the washer, except for one sock, which she grabs and runs at me with.
Before I could even react, there was a sock over my nose, and it smelled heavenly.
"Holy sh*t, that's gross M," I lied, starting to get aroused, but pushing her away anyway.
She laughed all the way back to the laundry room and started her load. I had to adjust my pants to hide my now rock-hard dick.
The rest of the night went by with no more incidents, we watched a movie and went our separate ways until the next day.
I picked her up the same time the next day, but this time she had already removed her cleats and was in her socks and slides. We drove home with the windows open, but the smell was still pretty strong and caused my dick to be hard the whole car ride home, which I had to adjust several times, hoping she wouldn't notice.
We got home and she went upstairs to shower again. I followed her up and went right to my room to relieve myself. Once I knew she was in the shower I snuck into her room to find her socks. They were still slightly damp from her foot sweat and still reeked. I took them to my room and made quick work, finishing within 2 minutes. I snuck back and put them where I found them and cleaned up my mess. I smelled my hands and they still smelled like her, so I washed them as well.
