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Fullfilling A Bet To His Sister’s Feet (F/M)
🕑 Added 2023-06-04 23:41:05 +0000 UTC“Ha!” Brianna shouted boisterously. “And I win again.” She sat up straight, shaking back her long, shimmery brown locks. She crossed her arms and shot back a cocky smirk. Ryan simply stared down at the chess board in front of him. So many of his black pieces sat on his sister’s side while only a few white ones had been collected on his. He ran through the play over and over again in his mind, trying to figure out just how she managed to get the better of his moves every single time.
“B-but, this doesn’t make sense… you must have cheated,” Ryan said.
“You’re just mad that I’m better and smarter than you,” Brianna said. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle being beaten by your little sister?” Ryan shook his head. His fingers stroked his chin. The circumstance failed to make sense to him. His grades had always been better than her’s. All of the AP classes and academic accolades far surpassed any of Brianna’s scholastic accomplishments. And yet, as he stared down at another nearly empty chess board, hovering over another loss, his mind drew a blank as to how she could get such a lead on him.
“But, I… I did all the right moves,” Ryan said, his eyes wide and head shaking. Brianna shrugged. The board sat between them atop her bed. She leaned back and shot her brother a smirk.
“Well, clearly, you didn’t,” she said. “And we discussed what you’d have to do if I won.” Ryan looked back up. A gnawing dread set in. The boy swallowed and looked down past the game board. His sister sat cross-legged in a pair of blue and white striped shorts. Her bare toes, painted a bright, gaudy shade of pink, wiggled against the sheets. Ryan swallowed and scratched at the back of his head.
“Y-you weren’t serious, were you?” Ryan asked.
“You agreed to the deal,” Brianna said.
“Yeah, but, I didn’t think you’d…”
“‘That I’d’ what?” Brianna asked, cocking one eyebrow. Ryan sighed and looked down.
“... actually win,” he said softly.
“Well, I did and you agreed,” Brianna said. She smiled with an impish eagerness, coupled with the arrogance that Ryan had long since noticed whenever his sister would win anything. He paused for a moment to think.
“Best two out of three?” he asked. Brianna shook her head.
“Nope,” she said. “Down on the floor.” Ryan reluctantly crawled down off of his sister’s bed. He knelt down by the edge as she shifted closer. “Comfortable?”
“No,” Ryan said dryly.
“Good,” Brianna said. She brought her feet closer to where Ryan knelt. His eyes fell upon them. They were average to larger in size, complete with a warm, blushing hue across the soles. Her eyes were fixed on her big brother as she slid back, pointing her feet up and aiming her soles out toward Ryan’s face. The boy was close enough to already feel the heat blooming off of them with his cheek. A slight, curious sniff clued him into the intensity of their odor.
“Ugh,” Ryan groaned a bit. Brianna giggled. She wiggled her toes playfully at him.
“You remember the deal,” she said. “You lose, you pamper my feet how I like for five minutes.”
“Why?” Ryan asked, a hint of disgust in his tone.
“Because that’s what I want,” Brianna answers.
“Ugh, fine,” Ryan said. “So, what do you want?” Brianna wiggles her feet happily in Ryan’s face.
“They want you to sniff them,” Brianna said. Ryan’s eyes were fixed on his sister’s squirming soles, dancing in front of his face.
“Oh please,” he begged.
“And everytime I hear you complain, even if it’s just a noise, I add five more minutes,” Brianna said.
“Oh, that’s not fair!” Ryan said.
“That’s another five!” Brianna said. “So ten minutes of pampering my feet. Or would you like me to tell everyone at school about your ‘homework’ folder?”
“You wouldn’t…”
“No?” Brianna asked. She grinned mischievously and reached for her phone. “Or maybe I just take some pictures of you smelling my feet and invite all of my friends over for a turn.”
“Okay, fine!” Ryan said. He looked back to his sister’s blushing soles in front of him. He leaned in and hesitated before taking a slight, delicate sniff, his mouth parted slightly to supplement the means of breathing. The fumes from her feet were so strong that even a gentle waft of sourness brushed into his lips and draped onto his tongue. Ryan recoiled at the pungent palette against his senses.
“Hehe, nuh uh,” Brianna said. “Your nose must stay in contact with my foot.”
“What?” Ryan asked. “This is bad enough as it is!”
“Fifteen!” Brianna said.
“Stop doing that!”
“Then enjoy it, big brother,” Brianna said. “Or I’m sure all my friends will enjoy watching you. I just know Jessie would get a big kick out of it. You still like her, don’t you?”
“Don’t, please,” Ryan said.
“Well then,” Brianna said, leaning back. “Get back to it then. And you’re not going to open your mouth again until I say so. I want every breath to be you smelling my pretty little feet.” Ryan huffed. He swallowed his reluctance, looking back onto the heated surfaces of his sister’s soles. They taunted him with wiggles. Slowly, the boy leaned in more. He pressed the tip of his nose against Brianna’s left foot. The dampness, the odorous humidity, squished against his nose. The slickness was not lost on him. Up close, the warmth of her feet caressed his cheeks until they enveloped his face in a humiliating embrace. With his mouth tightly shut, the boy drew in a breath through his nose.
“Mgph…” Ryan winced as the aroma of his sister’s feet filled his senses and poured into his lungs.
“What’s that?” Brianna asked. “Doesn’t sound like a good sound. In fact, I want the only sound I hear out of you to be your nose sucking down those real deep breaths. Now louder!” Ryan inhaled deeper and faster. More of the heavy fragrance resonating off of his sister’s feet poured into him. The odor came thick and musky, basking in an almost cheesy stench that made the boy tremble against the floor. He wretched a little in place, but continued to take in intense, loud inhales through this nose.
“Atta boy,” Brianna taunted. She wiggled her toes a little against his face. Her feet pushed to cover as much of his profile as they could. Ryan kept his nose placed against Brianna’s warm, plush sole, feeling the sweat damping the bottom of her foot pressing against his skin. Breath by breath, he sucked down more of the pungent aroma. Ryan shifted his nose around to different places on her foot, breathing in much of the same fetor wherever he went. Brianna just sat back and watched. She teased her brother’s cheeks with her toes, reveling in the sight of him so vehemently sniffing her feet.
“Get right there at the base of the toes,” Brianna ordered. Deep within his own defeat over the matter, Ryan obeyed and shifted his nose up to Brianna’s squirming, bubbly toes. The soft, pink pads caressed his face as he continued to breathe down the rancid stench. Brianna smiled. She tossed her hair back and observed how her brother shook at the smell of her feet.
“Ugh, how much longer?” Ryan asked.
“Don’t worry about that,” Brianna said. She looked down at her phone. “I’m watching the time. You just focus on your job, foot boy.” Ryan sighed and continued to breathe in the foul odor. Brianna had Ryan switch from one foot to the other. She sneakily snapped a few pictures of her brother with her phone while his eyes were pressed shut. The blooming humidity from her feet coated his face in a light moisture. The scent of them had laid a gentle film within his nostrils, assuring that he would be still smelling them after she had made him stop. Brianna, however, had no intention of doing so anytime soon.
“They smell good, don’t they?” she asked. Ryan groaned.
“No,” he blurted out. Brianna merely chuckled.
“Well, that’s too bad,” she said, looking down at the time. “Because for the rest of your time, you’re going to clean them.”
“Oh, thank you,” Ryan said, exhaling a deep, relieved sigh. He pulled back. Just as he was about to stand up, Brianna caught him with an interruption.
“With your mouth,” she said. Ryan froze. He swallowed and shook his head.
“No, that’s…” he started. Brianna turned her phone around to show him the picture of him sniffing her feet.
“Want me to show my friends?” Brianna said. “What about yours? I can get this out to everyone.”
“Please don’t,” Ryan begged.
“Then you’ll pamper them however I like, as per our deal,” Brianna said.
“Please don’t make me do… that…” Ryan said. Brianna smirked.
“I’ve already got it ready to send in our group chat,” Brianna said. “If your tongue isn’t on them in the next five seconds, my finger might just slip and hit send.” Ryan, driven by little more than impulse, pushed his face forward, extending his tongue out onto his sister’s soles. He was immediately met with a musky taste, equally as sour as it was salty. The same repugnant scent of her feet now permeated his mouth with a comparable flavor. Ryan began to drag his tongue up his sister’s warm, supple sole, slurping up the sweaty residue of the humid stink. Brianna squeaked with giggles. She recoiled slightly, but eased into a comfortable position, sitting back as she allowed her brother’s tongue to glide across her feet.
“Heehee, that’s a good foot boy!” she taunted. Her toes continued to wiggle against Ryan’s face, gliding against the bridge of his nose. Ryan shut his eyes and tried to not focus on the taste filling his mouth. It was a natural flavor, one similar to that of regular sweaty skin, but far more rancid. It was nearly impossible to ignore and became even harder to do so with each reluctant lick.
“That’s right, clean my feet,” Brianna ordered. “And you better clean all of both or I’m not letting you up.” The warmth that basked against the boy’s face filled the space in his open mouth. The trace layers of sweat pressed onto his entire tongue. The taste of his sister’s feet became omnipresent in his mouth. The odor that accompanied the heat continued to fill his lungs with each breath. Ryan, just wanting to be done with the humiliating task, licked all over Brianna’s foot. He started at the heel and made sure that his tongue brushed across every part moving up her arch. The flavor grew stronger with each lick. More and more of Brianna’s feet became etched into his senses, unable to shake the embarrassing abundance of the palette enveloping his sensibilities.
“Heeheehee!” Brianna giggled as she squirmed a bit. “Don’t forget the toes! Open wide!” Ryan began parting his lips further when Brianna pushed her toes into his mouth. She giggled as she watched and wiggled her digits against her brother’s warm, wet tongue. Ryan winced. He retracted a bit before settling back in, his tongue lapping against the pads of his sister’s slick, bubbly toes in his mouth.
“Mggphhh!” Ryan groaned. Brianna continued to wiggle and laugh at his strained expressions.
“Awww, what’s the matter?” Brianna said. “Don’t my toes taste just like little candies?” Ryan shook his head. Despite his obvious disgust, his tongue continued to lap away at the small, squirmy pads. Brianna pinched at his tongue and moved her toes all over inside the boy’s mouth. A stream of droll escaped the corner of his lips. A devious smile remained stretched across the girl’s face. “That’s right. Don’t forget the toes. I wanna feel your tongue in between each and every one of them.”
Ryan slipped his tongue between her big and second toe. The muggy flavor of her feet came much more concentrated and pervasive from such an airless space. Ryan lapped at the sweat that clung to the webbed area, trapped in the pocket in between her toes. He winced once more and swallowed that saliva that had accumulated with the taste. He shifted in place. Brianna kept her foot firmly set within his mouth, grinning as she watched him struggle with the taste. Ryan moved his tongue over to in between the next set, followed by the other and the other, moving down the row. Each came with a tang that clouded his senses with the same tart flavor refreshed. Ryan sucked at each soft, wiggling toe before Brianna finally pulled her foot from his mouth. Even with it off of his lips and tongue, Ryan could still taste the sourness left behind by the trace draping of sweat.
“Alright, next one,” Brianna said. She lifted her other foot up to Ryan’s lips. She waited for him to take the initiative. Ryan took a few breaths unspoiled by the putrid scent or taste before pushing forward, extending his tongue and beginning to lap at her other sole. With the other foot, all of the initial, grimey flavors returned. Brianna giggled and she watched her brother still licking at her feet. She snapped a few more pictures with phone while he worked diligently to clean her sole with his tongue. Once again, he worked from her heel upward, savoring every repugnant inch. He cleaned every bit of her warm, clammy sole all the way up to the base of her toes. Once he reached them, Ryan immediately ran his tongue in between the first and second toe again.
“Haha, good boy,” Brianna said. She giggled and wiggled her toes against his tongue as it worked to clean out the damp spaces in between each little digit. Ryan slurped down the gnawing taste, accepting the flavor that clung to his taste buds. One by one, he sucked at Brianna’s toes and cleaned out between each. When he finished, both of Brianna’s feet shimmered with his saliva. She wiggled her toes more to feel the moisture left behind and finally drew her feet away.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked. Ryan swallowed again. The taste lingered in his mouth. The scent stayed within his nose. It was as if the room itself had been flooded with the scent of her feet. Ryan huffed a bit.
“I hate you,” he said. Brianna giggled.
“Nah, you love me,” she said. “And my little feet.” Ryan looked away. He got up off of the floor.
“Clean your feet more, they stink,” he said quietly.
“Why would I when I have you now? Brianna asked. She reached over to the chess board and started collecting pieces. “Want to play again?” Ryan glanced down at the board. He sighed and scratched at the back of his head.
“What are the stakes?” Ryan asked.
“If you win, I’ll give you Jessie’s number and delete the pictures I took from my phone,” Brianna said. Ryan thought for a moment.
“Uh huh, okay,” he said. “And… what about you?” Brianna smirked.
“How about… you clean my feet just like that every day for a week,” she said. Ryan grumbled. He scratched his chin and took a seat on the bed.
“Alright, well, I just have to win,” he said. Brianna smiled and began setting up the board.
“Good, that’s going to feel so good after dance class every day,” she said. Ryan looked up.
“Dance class?” Ryan asked. Brianna chuckled a bit.
“I never said when,” she said. “I call white!”
Comments
Jota Milagros
Wonderful story! I wish that I had had a sister like Brianna.
