Foot f****y Ties SeXStoRY

Not My Story - Repost A b*****r and s****r deal with the difficulty keeping their love a secret. I always had a very close relationship with my older s****r Jessica. I always confided in her for guidance on almost everything. Our relationship became even closer when I was 17 and she was 19. Jess was home from college for the holidays and had brought her laptop with her. One weekend, she went away with friends and I asked to borrow her laptop. We had a f****y use computer in the living room but our parents had locked it down with web filters and administrative blocks. My s****r’s laptop was completely open and I could browse from the privacy of my own room. Taking her laptop to my room, I enjoyed my new found freedom and browsed the web for all the foot fetish and porn sites I wanted. I have always had a foot fetish and I wasn’t really concerned with regular porn as much as I was with foot fetish stuff. Where the average teenager’s porn collection consisted of pictures of tits and ass, my porn collection consisted mostly of fully clothed women showing their feet. While browsing around my s****r’s computer I also found a folder with some personal pictures of her and her friends. I was like a k** in toy store looking at all the pictures of my s****r and her friends barefoot at the beach, and goofing around at their slumber parties. I always saw my s****r as a s****r and never really saw her as a woman and thus I never really paid attention to her feet, even though I had plenty of opportunity to. That was until I saw her pictures. There were tons of pictures of her showing her feet, nothing sexual, just her at the beach and goofing around. I copied the pictures of her that I wanted to a separate file along with some other foot fetish pics that I had downloaded from the internet, burned them to a CD and then deleted the files. My s****r finally returned from her weekend with friends and before returning her laptop I emptied the windows recycle bin and deleted the internet explorer history. I thought I had gotten away with murder until several hours later I realized that I had left the CD I had burned inside her computer. Needless to say I was scared shit. Later that evening she came into my room holding the CD with smile on her face. She gave it to me and said, “I believe this is yours,” and walked out. I was so embarrassed that I avoided seeing my s****r for the rest of the week. Later that week, my s****r and I found ourselves home alone and we made small talk. Christmas was a few weeks away and she asked me if I wanted anything in particular. Our conversation put me at ease because I got the impression that she didn’t look at the CD. Maybe she just saw it there, assumed it was mine and didn’t open it. I let my guard down and the awkwardness slowly went away. It was a cold and nasty day, no one was home yet so Jessica suggested we order a movie on pay-per-view. We ordered Inception and sat on the couch sharing a bowl of microwave popcorn as we had countless times before as k**s. Just as the movie started my s****r complained that her feet were so cold they felt like blocks of ice. She removed her boots and socks and placed her bare feet on the couch and asked me to touch as she lay back on the couch and placed both her feet on my lap. I put my palm on her foot and indeed it was cold. We made eye contact as my hand touched and squeezed her foot. She smiled at me but she never took her feet off my lap instead she crossed her feet on my lap and made herself comfortable on the couch. I continued to squeeze and rub her foot. I had never touched my s****r’s feet and had never seen her feet so up close. They were the most beautiful feet I had ever seen. Light skinned, nice arches, super soft and slender soles. Almost instinctively I reached and grabbed her other foot and started to rub pressing my thumbs into her soles and the ball of her foot. Just as I was gaining confidence and starting to enjoy myself, she abruptly pulled her feet away and sat up straight. She snuggled up next to me to take some popcorn and said thanks for the foot rub. She rested her head on my shoulder as we finished watching the rest of the movie. Later that night I couldn’t stop jerking off. Not just thinking about my s****r’s feet but thinking about her snuggled up against me with her head on my shoulder. It felt weird but at the same time it felt so good. Fast forward a few weeks, it’s the day after Christmas and Jess asked me to drive her to the Queen's Center Mall, she wanted to exchange something. In the car we made small talk and she told me she was going to exchange a pair of boots at Nine West. I was planning on waiting for her in the car but she insisted I go with her and help her pick out another pair. As we walked from the parking lot into the mall, my s****r put her arm around mine, we looked more like a couple than b*****r and s****r. We walked into Nine West and I watched her try on several different types of boots, shoes and even a pair of strappy sandals. Each time she would walk over to me and ask me what I thought. I was salivating like a k** in a candy store. It was awkward sitting there trying to hide my raging erection. She finally settled on a pair of open toe heels, which made her look stunning. We walked back to the car arm in arm. I was now certain she didn’t see the contents of the CD, if she had she probably would’ve been grossed out or even pissed for invading her privacy and stealing her pictures. On the way home we made small talk about life in general and then she abruptly turned to me asked if it was ok if she asked me a personal question about guy stuff. I figured that my big s*s was having guy trouble so I said sure. Her question almost made me crash into the car in the lane next to me. She asked “How often do you masturbate?” I turned to her with a look of shock that she would ask me that, but before I could say anything she asked if I ever thought of her while I jerked off? Then she told me she saw the CD and saw that I had a bunch of porn pictures and also some pictures of her in at the beach wearing a bikini. I was flushed with embarrassment but she did an awesome job at making me comfortable. She squeezed my hand and told me she wasn’t upset. But I still couldn’t answer her, I was too afraid. She smiled at me and took my hand in hers never letting go of my hand as we drove. It was so weird hold hands with my s****r, but at the same time it was incredibly comforting. After that awkward moment holding her hand eased the awkwardness away and was even soothing. After a few minutes she broke the silence and asked, “How often do you jerk off thinking about me?” I put my embarrassment aside and worked up the courage to talk about that subject. “Several times” I said, “But I can explain, it’s not what you think.” “I know” she interrupted, “It's not me, it's my feet, right? I saw the pictures on the CD you left in my laptop.” She continued. “Why do you like my feet? Why do you like feet at all? Why not tits and ass?” She asked with a puzzled look on her face. “I don’t know, I just do” I replied. “Its not that I don't like tits and ass, its just that I like feet more. There is just something about women’s feet that gets me going” I was both overwhelmed and embarrassed by the conversation. An awkward silence fell over both of us until she finally spoke and asked me, “So did you like rubbing my feet and going shoe shopping with me?” as she smiled devilishly “Yes, of course” I replied "I really enjoyed it" We finally made it home and she headed to the kitchen to put on a pot of water for some tea, while I headed to the living room and sat on the couch turning on the TV. A few minutes later she came into the living room and sat next to me on the couch making small talk telling me no one was home and wondering where everyone could’ve gone. We sat and watched the 5pm news when she finally said “My feet are killing me,” as she took off her boots and socks. She smiled and winked at me saying “Hint-Hint!” as she laid back on the couch and propped her feet up on my lap. I took both her feet in my hands and started rubbing her soles, squeezing her feet from top to bottom, pressing my fingers in a circular motion around her soles. I couldn’t believe that my s****r was actually letting me play with her feet for my enjoyment. Just as I was starting to get relaxed and comfortable playing with her feet when she popped yet another gut twisting question. “When you jerk off thinking about me, do you just think about rubbing and kissing my feet or do you think about doing other stuff too?” My heart started racing “What do you mean by other stuff?” I asked. “The other stuff in the pictures you had on the CD,…the more sexual stuff like the guy jerking off on the girl’s feet, the guy licking the girl’s feet while he fucks her. Do you think about doing that with me while you are jerking off?” It was cold and it must have been around 50 degrees in the house but I was sweating like it was 100 degree weather. I was so nervous and my tongue felt so heavy that I could barely speak. We looked at each other in silence. She had a bewildered look on her face. She just stared at me in silence for a while then suddenly lifted a foot off my lap raised it to my face. “Is this what you think about when you jerk off?” I nervously took her foot in my hand and began kissing and caressing her sole and toes with my tongue. It was total bliss. The softness of her soles on my lips, the scent of her feet was sweet almost like candy and the taste, the taste was indescribable but delicious. She would occasionally giggle and pull her feet away telling me I was tickling her. I continued kissing and exploring every inch of her sole with my mouth running my tongue down the side of her foot to her heel and back up her arch to her toes, taking each toe into my mouth. Suddenly she sat up and leaned close to me and placed her hand on my crotch as she whispered in my ear “Do you jerk off thinking about this too?” and before I could answer she started caressing my hard-on with the palm of her hand. I was so nervous that I was trembling. She looked at me and smiled as she squeezed my dick though my jeans. I thought I was dreaming. I couldn’t believe my s****r was touching cock. She opened my button and zipper and released my cock. She stared at my hard-on for a minute before taking it in her hand and stroking it. My cock instantly responded to her touch. I felt short of breath and was hyperventilating. I closed my eyes and tried to process what was going on when suddenly I felt her lips press against mine. It was so wrong but yet felt so good and so right. She paused for a second then lowered her head to my cock kissing the tip then taking its entire length into her mouth. The sensation of her lips moving up and down my cock was incredible. Watching my s****r’s head bobbing up and down on my cock was the most incredible turn-on ever. I was about to burst in her mouth we were both startled by the phone ringing. It was mom and dad calling us to open the garage door for them. That same weekend she went back to college upstate. We called and emailed several times a day and I made several weekend trips up to see her making excuses that I was helping her paint, move some furniture, etc. The best sex I ever had as a teen was with my s****r. I knew it was wrong but it felt so right. Jess and I never fucked; we made love to each other. Fast forward two years…I moved into my own apartment. One night I got a phone call from mom and she was all upbeat and happy telling me that Jess was engaged to her boyfriend. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. My Jess was going to get married. I tried calling her several times at home and on her cell but each time it rang until it went to voicemail. I was disillusioned; I sat on my couch and got to work on a six pack of Heinekens. A few hours went by when suddenly my door bell rang. I thought it was someone ringing the wrong apartment but when I looked it was Jess. It was a pleasant surprise. I asked her if she got my messages and she said she couldn’t answer because she was driving and she wanted to talk in person anyway. She came in, we shared a few beers and she told me she was engaged but she wanted to talk to me first before setting any wedding date in stone. We had another drink and Jess had brought a bag of groceries and started to cook a small dinner for both of us, as we sat to eat she looked at me and said “If you don’t want me to marry him, I won’t. But you have to promise me that you won’t see your girlfriend anymore either.” She leaned in and kissed me on the lips and said “Just say the word and I will call him right now and call off the engagement.” We had dinner, shared a few more drinks and she ended up spending the night at my apartment. That night we had the most incredible passionate sex we had ever had. That night, as we made love to each other I felt the bond between us stronger than it had ever been. We slept cuddled up in each other’s arms all night. We awoke the next morning and talked in bed for hours and I decided not to ask her to call off her wedding. She asked me why and I said “Because I love you.” She looked at me and said I didn’t make sense. But after thinking about it, I had nothing to offer Jess. We were b*****r and s****r and could only be together in secret and I could never offer her the option to have a f****y. Jess got married and less than a year later had a beautiful baby girl with her husband. Jess and I always kept in touch. We either texted, emailed or spoke on the phone daily. 2 years later my girlfriend and I also got engaged. My wedding day was fast approaching and one night as I was coming home from the gym I saw my s****r’s car parked in front of my building. It brightened my day because I hadn’t heard from her in several days. She always called, texted or emailed but for the past week she had been distant. I went upstairs to my apartment expecting to see her waiting for me in the hall but then I remembered that Jess had my spare key. I opened the door to find a trail of Jessica’s clothes leading from the door to my bedroom. I found her on my bed wearing the sexiest bra and panty lace lingerie and a pair of the sexiest heels I had ever seen. She looked stunning; the most beautiful woman in the world was lying half naked on my bed. She got up to greet me with a passionate kiss and said “This is your wedding present.” Then she kneeled in front of me, took my cock out of my pants and gave the most incredible blowjob followed by an equally incredible fuck session. It started with slow passionate love making and ended in fierce a****listing fucking that left me exhausted. That was the last time me and Jess had sex. I must confess that 99% of the times I was having sex with my wife I was thinking of Jessica. A few months later my wife and I had a beautiful baby girl. Our k**s eventually grew up and enjoyed playing together. I enjoy my s****r’s company now more than ever. It had been years since we last had sex, but we never failed to call or email each other every day. Having Jess come over and visit was one of the highlights of my weekends. About a year later Jess and her husband called it quits in a very amicable divorce. As for myself, 2 years after Jessica’s divorce my wife graduated law school, passed the bar, landed a job with a major publishing firm’s legal department and suddenly I wasn’t good enough for her. We had a not so amicable divorce where she pretty much took everything. The only thing she didn’t fight me on was full custody of our daughter. I was literally left on the street with nothing but my daughter and the clothes on my back. Jess asked me to move in with her, she had an entire 3 bedroom house for just her and her daughter. She insisted saying the girls would love living together; and they did, the girls became best friends. One day the girls decided to go to the movies. Once the girls were out and Jess and I were home alone she threw her arms around me, kissed me and told me to make love to her. It had been close to 10 years since I last made love to Jess. The passion and tension had been building up for all those years just waiting for this day to come. My legs felt weak and I was so nervous and trembling like the very first time I had sex with Jess. I was so nervous that I was having trouble "getting it up". Jess saw my anxiety and lowered head onto my limp cock and began to suck. My heart was racing as I watched my cock limp disappear into her mouth only to come back out a raging rock hard erection. Who needs Viagra with a woman like Jess! It was only seconds when I felt those familiar spasms and I told Jess to stop, I was about to cum. But Jess ignored me and continued until I bursted. I came hard, so hard it hurt and almost made me lose consciousness for a second; but if felt so good. I looked at Jess to find her still sucking my cock with cum on her face and hands. I had never seen her so beautiful. She was no longer the 19 year old girl sucking her b*****r's cock in our parent's living room. She was a grown established woman, A MILF. She kept sucking and slurping at my cock not letting it go flaccid. She stopped, climbed on top of me and started riding my cocking, bouncing up and down almost impaling herself on me before lowering her face to mine and kissing me. I rolled her onto to her back and our bodies melted into one and we made hot passionate love to each other. I was so lost in the act of making love to Jess that I forgot to pull and started cumming inside her. I started panicking but Jess put me at ease telling me it was OK, she had started taking the pill after I moved in, "just in case". It was the first time I had ever cum inside Jess and it felt great to be able to just kiss and cuddle after sex with my dick still inside her. With the girls growing up and aware of everything in their surroundings; we agreed to never do anything in the house if the girls were home. It can get a little stressing not being able to express our love to each other even in the privacy of our own home, but that just makes us appreciate the little things we do like grocery shop or cook together and we really really appreciate those very few and far between times when we can be alone. When we finally do get the chance to share a kiss or make love it; is as satisfying and intense as our first time. When the girls are home we are content with the foot rubs I give Jess everyday while watching the evening news. She enjoys her foot rubs just as much as I enjoy giving them. For now we are content with helping raise each other’s k** and simply enjoy each other's company and enjoy doing the smallest things together. We are happier than any married on earth and I am still the luckiest man in the world to come home every night to the most beautiful woman in the world even if I can't kiss her, hold her or make love to her as often as I'd like to.