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It was early afternoon as I sat in front of the mirror in my bedroom. My eyes remained closed as my mind raced with mixed emotions. I continued to replay the events of Christmas Eve over and over in my head as I tried to figure out why it happened. Slowly my eye lids lifted and I peered into my brown eyes in the mirror.
I just stared at myself as I continued to wonder about the person I was becoming. After Christmas Eve I knew for sure that I was now a lesbian. How would I tell my parents and would they accept me? What would they think of me if they ever found out what happened that night? I had to be careful because I did not want to ruin our family structure. As I sat there I decided then that I would not go over to my aunt's house to celebrate New Year's Eve.
I jumped off of my chair and went down to the family room to watch television. My mother was in the kitchen making dinner as I turned on the television. Looking at the clock I knew my dad would be home soon as I settled into the soft sofa and pulled a blanket over me.
The show was boring and I soon found myself dozing off. I was warm and comfortable and dinner smelled good. I became startled as the doorbell rang. I would have got the door but my mother scooted past and answered it.
"Oh hello Christine," my mother said as my eyes opened wide.
Together they walked into the family room and sat on the love seat directly across from me. My heart began skipping beats as my aunt sat down and crossed her legs. She was dressed in a formal business suit but her feet got my attention. She had on another strappy pair of heels and much to my delight she did not wear stockings. Looking up at her face my heart stopped beating momentarily as she caught my lingering gaze upon her feet.
My aunt smiled at me and said hello as she began to bounce her beautiful foot up and down, teasing me to no end. Her nails were painted red and her long slender toes looked magnificent, as they were perfectly straight. As they made small talk my eyes again returned to her feet, reminding me of what happened Christmas Eve. My mother excused herself to go to the kitchen. Looking up at my aunt she smiled and winked at me.
"Please tell me you are coming over tonight?" my aunt asked as she bounced her foot a little harder.
"I don't know," I said. "I think I am just going to stay home tonight," I said as I tried to look at her face and not her feet.
Just then my mother returned to the family room and sat down next to my aunt. As my aunt turned her attention to her sister I turned my attention to her feet. I began to breathe heavier and I slowly reached between my legs and squeezed my pussy through my sweat pants. I was soaked. With the frumpled up blanket covering me I carefully slipped my hand down my pants and under my panties. My finger slipped into my slippery crevice as I gazed longingly at my aunt's feet. I could still taste her toes from a week earlier as I closed my eyes for a moment and became lost in what was happening. As I opened my eyes I realized that my mother and aunt were now standing.
"Damn, I was so close," I thought to myself as I removed my hand from my panties. Together they walked to the door as my aunt said good bye to me when she walked past. My mother returned to the kitchen and my aunt paused before she left.
"I hope you change your mind and come over tonight," said as she winked at me before walking out the door.
I just laid there under the blanket trying to compose myself. I pulled my hand up from under the blanket and smelled my scent on my finger. Making sure my mother was in the kitchen I stuck my finger in my mouth and tasted myself, wondering if this is what my aunt tasted like. Quickly and quietly I tossed the blanket aside and hurried to the bathroom. Once there I held onto the edge of the sink and looked up into the mirror. My hair hung down and I was flush in the face. I just kept looking at myself, trying to figure out why and how I got myself into this incestuous situation.
My underwear was wet so I removed them after I used the restroom. I could not believe how swollen and wet my labia was as I wiped myself dry. I had no choice but to pull my sweat pants up with no panties on as I balled them up in my hand. Just then, my dad knocked on the door.
"Shit," I thought to myself as I didn't hear him come home.
I opened the door and walked past him quickly, hoping that he wouldn't see what was in my hand.
"Well Brit, at least you could say hello," my dad said as I scooted past him and raced up the stairs two at a time.
"Hi dad," I yelled as I reached the top of the stairs.
Quickly I closed my door and leaned up against it. I stood there trying to catch my breath as I stared up at the ceiling. "How could my aunt's feet have this much control over me?"
Finally I made my way over to my hamper and tossed my damp panties into it. As I took my first step toward my dresser for a pair of underwear, there was a knock at the door. I froze.
"Brit, dinner is ready," my father said as he turned the knob and opened my door.
"Well, let's go eat," I said as I walked over to him and together we descended the stairs. As we made our way to the kitchen I could not believe I was about to eat dinner with my parents while not wearing any panties. It was something I never did before but as we ate, I found it to be highly arousing. I guess it was the naughtiness of it.
I helped my parents clean up after dinner. Walking around with no panties on kept my pussy swollen. It wasn't long before my parents excused themselves to go get ready for the party they were attending. As they got ready I went and laid back on the sofa to watch television.
There was nothing to watch that held my attention so I just shut the television off and closed my eyes. It was going to be a nice evening as my parents would be gone until the next day and I would have the house all to myself. I again found myself thinking about my aunt's feet. I felt a rush of moisture in my pussy as I thought back to when I held my aunt's beautiful foot in my hand and lifted her toes to my lips. Just then I was startled as my mom and dad walked into the family room to tell me that they were leaving for the evening.
I jumped off of the sofa and walked with them to the door. They looked fabulous as my father was wearing his suit and my mother had a lovely black dress on. What caught my attention however were my mother's feet. Never before did I ever look at her feet this way but they looked really nice as she was wearing open toe heels. My eyes were glued to her feet as I noticed the intricate detail of her ankles moving with each step she took. They walked out onto the porch and I closed the door behind them before making my way back to the sofa.
Again there was nothing on television so I went up to my room. I walked over to my desk and grabbed a romance novel to read. I jumped onto my bed and turned the lamp on before curling up with a blanket. I really didn't want to read but there was nothing else to do. Page after page, chapter after chapter I made my way through the book. I grew tired so I folded the corner of the page I was on and closed my eyes. I could feel myself drifting off into neverland. I was so relaxed and I fell asleep.
A short time later I awoke. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was almost ten o'clock. My friends all had dates for the evening but I still wanted to have some fun. Just then I decided that I would go to the club down town to hang out.
I pulled myself from my bed and got dressed. Even though I was enjoying walking around the house without panties on I could never go out in public like that. I decided to wear a modest dress that came down past my knees and flats. I put my dress on first to see what it would feel like to be so naughty and not have underwear on. It felt incredible as I walked around my room. Just the thought of being bare underneath sent shivers down my spine. I walked back to my dresser and retrieved a nice new pair of white panties to wear. After a few more minutes of primping I checked myself out in the mirror. I didn't see anything spectacular, just lil ole me.
I grabbed my keys and out the door I went. I drove to the club and paid the ten dollar cover charge and went inside. It was just as I suspected, everyone was coupled up. There were very few single people and almost everyone was a guy. Before I could get to the bar to order a glass of wine I got hit on. I politely declined but he was persistent. Finally I just looked at him and told him that I was a lesbian and that I was not interested. I don't think he believed me but he finally gave up and left me alone.
I walked around the club and enjoyed the music. I positioned myself against the wall across from a couple sitting at a table in front of me. The girl was stunning as she was wearing every woman's go to piece of clothing, the little black dress. Her face was gorgeous, her body was smoking hot and her feet made my mouth water. I couldn't pull my eyes from them.
As I stood against the wall I closed my eyes and imagined holding her feet in my hands. The thought of feeling her soft flesh in my palms, the top of her foot against my cheek, and her toes against my lips was intoxication. I could feel my breathing begin to grow heavier as my panties began to get damp. Again I took another peek at her feet. They looked so delicious. Not wanting to get noticed as a pervert I decided to move on.
I came across so many beautiful feet over the next half hour or so. I was so horny at the moment that my knees were growing weak. I decided to leave and go back home to climb in bed to masturbate to the many visions of sexy feet that I just saw. I made my way out of the club and to my car. I could not wait to get home to relieve some of the sexual tension that I was filled with. After starting my car I became more brazen than at any time in my life. I reached under my dress and I pulled my panties off.
