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My stepbrother, Aiden, has a bad habit. He thinks he’s clever when he sneaks into my room and sniffs my dirty soccer socks. I caught him this time, though. He tip-toed his way in, put his nose up to my socks, and I could feel his breath push against my feet. I woke up from my nap, turned around, and looked at him. “What are you doing?”
He hopped onto my bed and acted as if he wasn’t doing anything at all. Haha, yeah right. Aiden was embarrassed, so he kept making excuses for why he was smelling my feet. Something about wanting to check if they were dirty because he had to do the laundry. I knew better.
I giggled at him and put my smelly socks up to his face. He couldn’t help but take a whiff. He kept denying it, but I was going to bring it out. I rubbed my foot against the outside of his pants, and I could feel his cock getting harder. Maybe I could help him with his little obsession.
I made a deal with him. I’d help him with his…”problem” if he’d stop stealing my socks and sneaking into my room. Maybe I could even cure him if I did it this one time. I made him pull down his pants so I could see his stiffy. Ha, knew it. He had a foot fetish.
I grabbed some lube and lathered his cock with it. My feet slid up and down, and I heard him comment something about my soft soles. His cock was throbbing between my painted toes. I held his cock with one foot and slid the other one up the shaft. Even pushing the head between my toes drove him crazy.
I promised him I wouldn’t tell anybody. I moved my feet and toes in different ways, letting him feel every part of my foot. I think it was too much for him. He asked if he could cum on my feet, and I told him only if he didn’t steal my socks anymore. I put my soles up, and he jerked his cum all over them. His load was so warm, and it covered my feet.
Actually, now that I think about it…I may have made his problem worse.
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