Not really much to say, this is a sequel to my Solemate story. If you like it, feel free to leave your feedback. Enjoy the read.
All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
I made my way off the bus when it stopped in front of my house. I walked down my long driveway, noticing that Andrea's car was there, which obviously meant she was already home. When I entered the house and walked past my bedroom, I tossed my bookbag into my room, then continued to the kitchen for a drink. However before I could even get to the kitchen, my phone vibrated, notifying me of a text message. I took my phone out of my pocket to check it, it was a text from Andrea.
Get up to my room, now.
It was almost as if my sister had a sixth sense for when I walked in the house and now she was demanding my presence. I slipped the phone back in my pocket and immediately turned around to walk back down the hall out to the extension, where the stairs leading to her room were. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Andrea immediately opened her door and directed me into her room. Andrea walked over and sat on her bed, whilst I stood there silently.
"I went to the gym today, and my feet are really sore. They've been in these shoes all day, so they're certainly all sweaty and nasty too... Attend to them, little brother." my sister commanded.
And attend to them, I did. I licked and sucked on her extremely sweaty and odorous barefeet for what seemed like ages. By the time I had finished they were cleaned of her sweat completely, Andrea then directed me to leave her room. It had been going down the same way every day for past week, I had become my older sister's footslave and after she used me, she sent me away.
The fact of the matter is, I couldn't be happier with our little arrangement. I don't know if my sister was meaning it as a punishment from when she caught me with her flip flop or what. I mean surely, Andrea had know how much I was enjoying it. I had fallen in love with her big sexy feet, the sweatier the better too. She hasn't ever jerked me off with her feet, besides that one time, so I suppose you could call that a downside of our arrangement. But worshiping her sweaty feet on a daily basis gave me plenty of spank bank material, so I wasn't complaining. I was perfectly happy just giving my sister's feet a tongue bath and then going down to my room and jerking off. But then things changed over the weekend.. a lot.
"Hey, is everything okay? You've barely said a word all day." Sam asked, interrupting my train of thought as we walked through the hall after school.
It was Friday and all I could think about all day was my older sister's feet and how she had me worship them all week. It was true, I had barely said a word to Sam all day, my mind was far too busy, filled with the images of Andrea's sexy feet.
"Uhh umm.. yeah, tired is all, I guess." I lied.
Through out all this stuff going on between my sister and I, I had never even stopped to think that maybe it counted as cheating on Sam. I began to feel bad about it, because I really did like Sam, but my sister's feet were just so damn irresistible.
"Oh okay, well I'll talk to ya later, my ride is here. Call me." Sam said, as we exited the school.
"Ok, bye Sam." I said, sharing a quick hug and kiss with her before she got in her mom's car and left.
The whole bus ride home, I once again found myself thinking about Andrea's feet. A notification on my phone brought me back to reality, a text from my mom.
Hey sweetie, I won't be home til later tonight. I'm going out with some friends, so you and your sister just order pizza or something
I replied to mom's text with a simple "ok" then turned my attention back to thinking about my sister's feet. When the bus finally got to my house, I got off and began walking up the driveway. As I approached the house I saw that not only was Andrea's car there, but so was one of her friends. The other car belonged to my sister's best friend Tiffany. Tiffany and I didn't really know each other very well, but we were friendly. She was attractive, just like all my sister's friends. Either way, I was disappointed that Andrea had company over, because that meant I wouldn't get to worship her feet.
I got in the house and grabbed a drink from the fridge, then went to my bedroom. I was sitting in my room for maybe half an hour when I got a text from Andrea.
Hey bro come up here a minute
I looked at the text questioningly, surely she didn't want me to worship her feet with her friend here. There was no way. I got up and went upstairs just to see what she wants. Probably something totally unrelated, I thought. When I got to her door I lightly knocked a couple times.
"It's open, come in." Andrea called out.
I entered the room, Andrea and Tiffany were seated on her couch talking and watching TV. When Tiffany saw me, she didn't greet me, instead she looked at me with a funny expression. It was weird, but I tried not to think much of it.
"What do ya need sis?" I asked.
"The same thing I need every other day." Andrea replied simply.
I looked at her confused. She wants me to worship her feet even with her friend here? I thought.
"Really? Now?" I asked.
"Of course now. Ya see, little bro, Tiff doesn't believe you're my little footslave. So you need to show her." Andrea replied.
I couldn't very well refuse, even with her friend sitting there. I was her footslave after all. I got down on the floor in front of Andrea. She kicked off her flip flops and set her barefeet in my lap. I took a moment to admire them, her soles were a bright red from walking around all day and her perfect toes were painted with their usual dark red nail polish. Without even having my nose near her feet, I could already smell the extremely strong sweaty odor coming off of them. I took one of her feet in my hands and brought up to my face, and took a huge whiff. My nostrils flared as they were assaulted by that strong odor. I happened to glance over and saw Tiffany just staring, wide eyed. I then began planting kisses along Andrea's sole, she let out a quiet moan in response.
"Oh my god. Andrea, he's sniffing and kissing your foot. I can't believe it. And your feet have gotta be sweaty, we were on our feet all day today." Tiffany said, voicing her surprise by what she was witnessing.
"Oh he loves being my footslave, don't you little bro?" Andrea asked, I nodded my response. "He especially likes em sweaty."
Andrea moaned again, as I began running my tongue along her soft sweaty sole.
"Wow, does it feel good?" Tiffany asked, curiously.
"You bet, it feels great." Andrea replied, relaxing into the couch with her eyes closed.
I licked all over her heel, then licked along her deep arch, up to her toes. I ran my tongue between each of her toes, before taking her big toe in my mouth. Andrea moaned again as I began sucking on her big toe.
"mmm.. it feels especially good when he sucks on my toes." Andrea said.
I continued sucking on her big toe, then began sucking on the others, cleaning them of their sweat.
"If you want, Tiff, he can do yours when he's finished with mine. I don't mind sharing my little footslave." Andrea said.
My cock twitched at the notion. I'd never even seen Tiffany barefoot before, but I was suddenly excited by the prospect of worshiping her feet. I finished Andrea's foot and swapped to her other one, and began giving it the same treatment. While I worshiped my sister's other foot, I waited to hear Tiffany's response to Andrea's offer. Tiffany didn't say a word, she just continued watching.
A few minutes later I was finished with Andrea's foot, both of her feet had now been cleaned of all their sweat. They were soaked in my saliva. I didn't leave just yet like usual, because I was still awaiting Tiffany's reply.
"So, what do ya think Tiff? Wanna give it a try?" Andrea finally asked again.
"Oh I don't know, Andrea. I've been wearing these boots all day, my feet have got to be pretty disgusting." Tiffany replied.
"All the more reason to use him, get those things cleaned. Besides, the sweatier the better, he loves it." Andrea said, trying to convince her friend.
"hmmm" Tiffany thought a moment. "Alright." she said.
I silently rejoiced to myself. I then scooted over on the floor so that I was sitting in front of Tiffany. I wasted no time in grabbing one of her boot covered feet and propping it up on my knee. I pulled the zipper on the side of the knee high boot and began removing the boot as Andrea and Tiffany sat on the couch watching me. With the boot removed, a strong odor filled the room immediately. All that remained was the extremely hot sweat soaked sock. I set that foot back on the ground and made note of the impression her soaked sock left on the hardwood floor. I took her other foot and began removing its boot.
"ooh god damn, you weren't lying Tiff, those things stink" Andrea said, crinkling her face.
"I told ya, just wait til he takes off my socks, you ain't smelled nothing yet" Tiffany replied, giggling.
I finished removing her other boot and the same intense odor filled the air once again. I then quickly peeled the sweat soaked sock off of the foot I was holding, then did the same with the other. And holy shit, was Tiffany right, the odor was made even more intense. Both my sister and Tiffany cringed from the scent, meanwhile I was basking in it. I admired her now barefeet, they were paler than the rest of her body, showing that she rarely went barefoot. But even so it was evident that she took care of her feet, they were soft and well pedicured, her toe nails were painted black and showed no signs of chipping.
