I was lounging back on the couch watching Netflix when the door opened. "Hello?" I called.
"Hey," came a flat voice from the hall. It was my little sister Abby coming home from work. I rolled my eyes. She had always been a brat, and thrown a fit when mom and dad told her she needed a job for spending money. Ever since then, she had treated her part-time waitressing gig like it was a shift in the coal mines.
I turned back to the tv, grumbling at the noise Abby made dropping her bag by the door and walking down the hallway. I tried to appreciate my last bit of precious alone time before she reached the living room. My eyes fixed on the Office episode I'd seen a dozen times already, but I could feel her presence in the room, her eyes on me. I tried to resist, but finally broke and looked up at her.
She stood leaning on the doorframe, dressed in her usual summer work uniform- a pair of mid-thigh denim shorts, a black polo shirt, and white sneakers. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was rebelled against its messy bun. And her skin glistened with the amber shine of summer sweat. I tried to stop my eyes from running over her bare, glowing thighs, but I know she noticed. "What?" I said, trying to sound dismissive.
She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and disgust. "Have you just been sitting on your ass all day?"
"Whatever," I scoffed, looking back at the tv. "It's summer break. College doesn't start back for two months."
"I can't believe you don't have a job," she sighed.
"I do have a job."
"Yeah," she snorted. "Working at your university library twice a week."
"Yeah, well, if you'd studied harder, you could have gone to college, too."
Abby ignored this and walked over to the couch. She settled heavily next to me with a sigh. I caught the odor of sweet summer sweat coming from her. "I have a job for you, lazy boy" she said. She reached down and began undoing the laces of a shoe.
"Yeah?"
She swiveled her butt in the couch and rested her calves across my thighs. Since I was wearing athletic shorts, her closest leg to my knee rested against my bare skin. Shoelaces dangled from her untied sneakers, tickling me. "Rub my feet," she said.
The sudden touch of her bare skin on mine filled my stomach with a sickening warmth. I shoved her feet away roughly. "Dream on," I said.
"Hey!" she snapped. Her green eyes narrowed. "I busted my ass for four hours today and you didn't do shit." She swiveled her feet back up onto my thighs with authority. This time I didn't push them away.
"Why should I?"
"Please?" she said in a singsongy, girlish voice. I knew she was blatantly manipulating me, but the sweet pleading look in her face and the tone of her voice made it impossible for me to say no.
"Fine," I groaned, rolling my eyes. I grabbed one of her unlaced sneakers and tugged it. It held up on her heel briefly before sliding over and revealing her ankle sock. The foot enclosed was so much smaller than the chunky sneaker that enclosed it, and a musty odor emanated from it.
"Phew!" I cried, dropping the shoe on the ground and waving a hand across my nose. "They stink!"
"Shut up," Abby said, slightly raising her other leg to offer me her shoe. Inside my shorts, a jet of warmth spread, and my penis began to unfurl. I proceeded with the other shoe, slipping it over her heel to reveal another dainty foot inside a pungent, off-white sock.
"They're so sore," she whined. She lay back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling expectantly. I took a foot in my hands. The sock was damp from her day's work, and the bottom was dark. I pressed my thumbs into the spongy flesh beneath her toes. Abby moaned pleasurably as I worked my hands up her soles, kneading hard. "That feels so good," she said, closing her eyes. I took this opportunity to feast my eyes on her lithe body. Her slender legs were perfectly smooth and glowed from their exposure to the summer sun. The denim shorts teased the very tops of her thighs. Her shirt had ridden up when she lay back and now revealed a generous view of her taut stomach. I could even see the very top of her white cotton panties peeking out from the shorts. Her breasts had grown into ripe, full grapefruits that mounded her black polo. The polo's three buttons were undone, allowing just a hint of the curved flesh of her chest. And up her soft-skinned throat, her sweet pink mouth twitched slightly with the pleasure of her foot rub.
I realized too late that I had been so caught up in her body that I'd started neglecting her feet. Her eyes opened, and I quickly looked away. "Are you getting tired already?"
Instead of answering, I started rubbing again. My cock was painfully stiff inside my shorts, and its imprint would be unmissable if she looked. I worked her feet in earnest. "Mm, that's better," she said, settling back against the couch. I massaged her feet through the damp socks while my eyes continued roving over her prone body.
Without thinking, I gripped one of her socks and slowly peeled it away from her foot. It clung damply to her skin as I tugged it over her heel and loosened the toes. Then I slid it away, revealing her naked dainty foot. It was moist to the touch, but still pink and firm. I repeated with the other foot, savoring her ankle in my hand as I slid off the sock and discarded it. She said nothing, but wriggled her toes. The musty sock odor gave way to the sweet, nutty foot smell, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I kneaded the spongy flesh hard, savoring her happy whimpers. "That feels amazing," she breathed.
As I rubbed her right foot, she bent her left knee and slid the foot up over my thigh until it prodded by stiff cock. I froze, and sat motionless for a moment, waiting for the hammer to fall. Then I looked up. She met my eye, a smile playing on her face.
"I knew you were getting turned on," she smirked.
"Abby, I-" I babbled, unable to find and words.
"Relax," she said, deliberately pressing her foot against my cock. "I already know you're a perv. At least you get turned on by doing something useful." She massaged my cock through the shorts with her foot, watching her sole press against me. Then she shot me a hard look. "Don't stop."
Obediently, I continued rubbing the feet, carefully working over the ridges and the gaps between her toes. She leaned back and smiled, eyes slipping shut again. "Good boy," she said. "Such a good, dirty boy, getting turned on by rubbing your sister's feet."
I rubbed harder, my cock throbbing as I handled her petite, soft, perfect feet. "My feet get so tired and sweaty after spending a whole shift walking around," she said, sinking deeper into the couch. "Can't you smell them?"
"Mm-hmm", I murmurred, rubbing. I watched her arch her back against the couch, raising her tight stomach and firm thighs slightly.
"I bet it turns you on, doesn't it?"
"I love it," I admitted.
"Dirty boy," she snorted, still smirking. She raised a leg off my thighs and held a pink sole up to my face. I gazed into its smooth surface, the sweet sharp odor thrilling me. "Go ahead, smell."
I inhaled deeply, sucking that heavenly scent into my lungs. A pit formed in my stomach as I savored the intense, ripe smell of my sister's feet. "Yeah, you like that?" she giggled. "Such a perv."
She lifted her other leg and held her feet together, inches from my nose. Then she pressed the damp soles against my face, covering my mouth and nose, the toes dangling before my eyes. "There you go, little perv," she said, pushing against me. "Why don't you clean them up a little?"
Without hesitation, I seized her ankles and slowly licked up one of the soft soles. She giggled slightly at the sensation. I took her toes into my mouth and sucked them, my tongue exploring the crevasses.
"Clean them real good," she said, wriggling the toes. "Give me a bath, you perv." I obediently licked and sucked at her feet, carressing her ankles as I worked over every inch with my mouth. I sucked her heels and burrowed my face into the soles, greedily sucking and slurping at them.
"Fuck," she moaned, "this is actually turning me on." She shifted in her seat. "Lie back," she said. I dropped her feet and swiveled around in the couch, lying flat on my back. She scooted between my legs, nestling her tight ass against my crotch and pressing her feet hard against my face again. I sucked and slurped again, but now she was playing a more active role. She rubbed and pushed her feet against me, sometimes forcing her toes inside my mouth, while grinding her tight ass against my stiff cock.
"Good boy," she said over and over, forcing one of her soles against my throat as she slipped the other's toes inside my mouth. "Such a good brother to take care of your sister like this."
I sucked and licked hard while she ground into me, savoring the feel and flavor of the feet. Abby's cheeks were flushed, her gaze hungry. She ground her ass up against me harder, a hand subconsciously sweeping over her tender breasts.
"Ok," she said abruptly, pulling away from me. She turned her back and bent over the armrest, directing her ass at me. She fumbled with a button and zipper, then slowly slipped off her denim shorts. They slid over her rump, revealing a perfect peach of an ass. Dark hairs, closly trimmed, outlined a plump vulva. Her swollen cunt glistened with beads of moisture that clung to her sparse pubivhair. And above the cunt shone the pink, tight anus at the center of her ripe butt.
"Come on, perv," she said. "Start licking. I want to cum." I got down on all fours and held my nose up to her cunt. Unwashed and aroused, it exuded a tangy onion scent that intoxicated me. I parted the folds her her labia, them clinging slightly with moisture. Then I gripped her firm ass with both hands and pressed my tongue against her cunt. She squealed and wriggled slightly as I began working my tongue against her silky lips, teasing her hole before sliding slowly down to flick against her clit. She arched her back, hungrily presenting herself.
