Toe Freak
My sister Aretha was, simply put, a black beauty. She had very dark brown-black skin that was as smooth and rich looking as a baby's. Her five foot two body was slim thick, shapely and ample in all the right places -- ass, boobs, thighs and hips. When she smiled her big round black eyes could light up an entire room and her lips, the top half of which was sculpted like a bow and the bottom much heavier and pouty, would spread wide, causing deep dimples not far from its sides. Those features, together with the small, scooped and upturned nose, on a heart shaped face ending with a pointy chin, projected a daring, mocking look. She always made you feel that you were being dared or tested. At least that's how I felt whenever she looked at me.
Aretha was really a half-sister, one of my father's many scattered chips. Dad was dark and Aretha's mother was even darker, a striking contrast to my very light skinned mother, which combination gave me a mid-tan complexion. The first time I laid eyes on Aretha she was a just married twenty-eight year old and I twenty four. When she smiled at me, with the white veil surrounding her heart face, after our father introduced us, my heart lurched and I thought she was the prettiest, sexiest woman I'd ever laid eyes on. Two Sundays later at the traditional second-Sunday celebration party, my doting eyes followed her every move in her short figure-hugging stretchy, iceberg-blue dress, and I felt a troubling sexual attraction taking me over.
When I held her close while dancing, my cock immediately began to stretch out and harden up in appreciative response to the soft belly pressed against it. I was much taller than she. I knew right away that if given the chance I would definitely fuck her, without hesitation or any qualms whatsoever. The chance that I dreamed about since that day, whenever she crossed my mind, came just a few months later, her husband who lived abroad had left a week after the wedding and Aretha remained living with her mother while awaiting the processing of papers for her to join him.
To keep occupied while waiting on her visa, and to equip herself with a skill to earn a living later on, Aretha enrolled in a cosmetology school in the city, just a few miles away from where we lived. She lived in the countryside, some distance away. She asked mom if she could stay with us for the duration of the course and mom agreed, letting her share a bedroom with my younger sister, who was delighted with the idea. Though not hostile to them, mom was not too taken up with the kids my dad fathered outside their marriage, but those that he had before, she was very welcoming to whenever they came by. Like me she had met Aretha for the first time at the wedding, and they had knocked it off immediately. So Aretha moved in.
My eyes fed daily on the succulent body of my dark and lovely sister and was on the lookout for any glimpse of private flesh that would be occasionally gifted. They followed her every move whenever she was around. She knew that I had a crush on her and maybe even suspected that I wanted badly to fuck her; I could tell by the way she smiled and sometimes giggled when she caught me staring. But I never made a definite move or said anything bluntly.
One day, about three months later, we were alone at home. She mentioned that she was at the manicure and pedicure part of the course and could do with some practice away from the school. She offered to give me a pedicure and I of course jumped at the offer. So there we were, I sitting on a sofa, she on a stool in front of me in a short slinky neon-pink dress with spaghetti straps and a deep V that apart from barely containing her C cup breasts, was also of the slack style, I don't know what that is called, but every time she leaned over I could see nipples -- lovely, long, plump, black nipples that had my cock lurching and throbbing. The dress was way up her thighs enough for me to see a bit of white panties, and whenever, from time to time, she moved carelessly, and her thighs separated, I got my eyes blasted by a fat enthralling crotch.
Occasionally she would look up at me, smiling, and I got the impression she was struggling with an idea and was trying to read my mind. I hoped that she read it accurately, and liked the content. The dress kept inching higher up the smooth black thighs, getting me dizzy with delight. All the while she was working on my foot I noticed the way she would sometimes handle it in a caressing and nervous manner, while licking her lips with outstretched pointy tongue, and it appeared as if she was trying to control an urge. Coming close to completion of the first foot I started noticing a kind of faraway and glazed-over look in her eyes whenever she looked up at me. When she was finished with the first foot, she raised it up and looked at it admiringly.
"Not bad for a learner," she said, leaning her head to the side and looking at the foot.
"No, not bad at all, I could get used to this on a regular basis, never mind the time involved," I said.
"I'd love the practice ... don't they look cute ... these are really nice toes bro," she said looking into my eyes and taking a deep breath.
She suddenly lifted the foot high and bending her head placed her lips to her handiwork and kissed the big toe, saying playfully:
"Nice little piggy going to market."
She threw back her head and laughed, looking at me questioningly.
"Actually there are five little piggies. I think you only kissed one. You'd better kiss the others before they become jealous," I said.
Her body shuddered and her pretty face glowed darkly with an excited smile. She raised the foot and playfully kissed each toe, making the mua sound each time. I could feel her hands tremble slightly as she was putting the foot down after kissing all the toes. She started on the other foot, and as we'd been doing all the time, chatted about one thing or the other, sometimes saying funny things that would make her laugh and raise her legs. By the time she was halfway through the second foot, her dress had gone as far as it could go, leaving the white, heavenly bump fully exposed. She didn't need to make an awkward move for me to see fat pussy; it was right there in my face all the time. I settled down to enjoying the sight as she worked. She seemed oblivious to the exposure. Her eyes had become more glazed and she was breathing harder
When the foot was finished she again admired it and commented, looking at it long and hard and I had the feeling she hated letting it go.
