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I had all the time had a thing for my sister’s feet. As kids, we’d wrestle and tickle each other playfully, and when I had the chance I’d sneak a peek at her tootsies. I didn’t know what possessed me, but I was inexplicably drawn to them—the slender arch of her ankle, the delicate dip of her heel, even the cute lilt of her toes. It was almost as if I were captivated by a magical spell and I was powerless to withstand.

One night, when we were both grown up and living together in my apartment, I finally mustered up the courage to let her in on my little secret. My heart raced as I told her about my foot fetish, and to my pleasant surprise, she seemed intrigued rather than repulsed.

“Really? You’re into feet?” she asked, her voice tinged with muted curiosity.

“Yes,” I breathlessly replied. “I love them.”

We sat in silence for a few moments as I nervously awaited her response. Suddenly, a sly smirk tugged at the corners of her lips and she slowly inched her chair closer to mine.

“If you love feet so much, why don’t you take a closer look?” she suggested, an inviting gleam in her eyes.

My heart quickened and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was she really offering to let me indulge my obscure fetish? I began to tremble with anticipation, and before I could give it a second wondered, I eagerly agreed.

My sister slowly removed her socks, revealing her delicate size-six feet. I had dreamt of this moment for what felt like an eternity, and I could hardly believe I was finally getting my wish. I tucked my chin in shyly but kept my eyes trained on her feet. She wiggled her toes, inviting me to take a closer look. I moved closer, barely suppressing my moan at the sight of her creamy-pink skin and the faint scent of floral body wash.

Blushing with pleasure, I raised my hand and tentatively stroked her arch. Her soft skin felt like velvet beneath my touch, and I swear I could feel an electric current racing through my body. I marveled at the strength of her feet, and love and admiration surged through me as I ran my thumb gently along the smooth surface.

Satisfied with my admiration, my sister moved in for the next step of our secret ritual. She instructed me to lean in closer and began to let me sniff her feet. I inhaled the sweet, feminine aroma and felt my pulse skyrocket. I moved my head ever closer, as if I was mesmerized by an unseen force, and my nose brushed against her toes.

My sister then proceeded to let me suck her toes, one by one, and I felt my desire reaching a fever pitch. She sighs and moans from pleasure, and she moans even more when I lick and suck the individual toes. I felt the warmth of intensity radiating between us, and my sister and I were both lost in the moment.

After I finished exploring her toes, my sister then let me cum on her feet. She looked up and fixed her gaze on mine, conniving and suggestive, and all I could do is nod in agreement. I closed my eyes and felt the explosion of sensations as I shoot my cum, streaming onto my sister’s feet. Moments later, I heard her giggle in satisfaction, her squeaky voice filled with delight.

The two of us laid there in the aftermath, tangled in the sheets and basking in sweet afterglow. I glanced back at my sister, who had a satisfied glint in her eyes. I smiled to myself. We had both experienced something we would remember for the rest of our lives—a taboo bond that was both erotic and intimate, bringing us closer together than ever before.

Now, whenever we’re in private, my sister lets me indulge my secret foot fetish. We fall onto the couch and she do a sultry striptease, whipping off her socks to reveal her inviting feet. She gives me a heated look and I can’t withstand leaning in close so I can get lost in the intoxicating aroma once more. She loves the way I worship her feet, and I love that she allows me to indulge in this guilty pleasure.

Our secret foot fetish relationship has brought us closer, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

NSFW: yes

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