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Foot worship is what that pesky stepbrother got when I caught him peeking in on me that day. Truthfully he is lucky that I was in such a generous mood that day. Although, he surely would have gotten something a little more creative from this fetish phone sex loving mind of mine. However, it was more than enough to keep him drooling at my feet, where he belongs.

I got home from practice, sweaty in my tight Volleyball spankies and matching sports bra. Rarely did I pay attention to my stepbrother when I came into the house. However, it was just him and I at home.

I walked into my room pushing the door closed slightly before removing my clothes to my hamper and jumping in the shower. However, upon getting out I noticed something peculiar. My bedroom door was pushed slightly ajar and my sweaty gym sock was laying by itself in front of my closet door.

For a moment I stood in my black bra and panties, drying my hair as I looked at the out of place sock. Then, I pondered the ways in which I could have mistakenly tossed it that direction. Then I head my clothes hangers rattle and it clicked.

My step brother must have pulled the sock out of my hamper, only for me to end my shower faster than he planned. A menacing grin rose to my lips as I glared at the slats in my white closet door. I focused my eyes making out the shadow of the boy behind the door. It was as if the air thickened as I moved in slow motion reaching for the door handle. Hearing his worrisome whimpers get louder as I neared turned me on.

The With An Abruptness I Opened The Door

“What the fuck are you doing in my…”

I paused looking him up and down. How humiliating. He stood in front of me practically nude except the one thing he wore on his stiff woody between his hands. My other gym sock.

We both paused staring at each other before I burst into laughter. I reached out and grabbed the sock from his pecker throwing it over my shoulder into the hamper.

“What made you think that you have the right to come into my room and masturbate over my perfectly sweaty feet. Just wait till our parents hear about what a diry pervert you are. They are going to flip their shit!”

Standing in front of me with one hand over his willy he pleaded for mercy.

“Please, V, no! I will do anything. Please don’t tell my Dad he will kill me! I can’t help it, you are so hot, and your feet, they are so perfect!”


He looked down at my pretty painted red toenails. They stood out so perfect against the light color of our homes carpet. I grinned knowing that his obsession would never end. In fact, I was going to make it loads worse.

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Foot Worship Is What He Craves

I snapped my fingers and pointed for him to join at the front of me, getting out of my closet like a cowering full. He had a reason to worry. However, I knew he would do anything to keep me quiet.

Sitting on the edge of my bed I grabbed my lotion and began massaging and teasing my toes as I talked to him.

“How about this dear ol’ step bro of mine. You submit to the perfection that is my pretty tootsies giving me whatever I want. Then, if you are a good boy and please me, I will allow you to suck and fuck my feet like a good worm. How does that sound to you?”

Immediately he dropped to his knees and grabbed my foot between both of his hands as if he was Indiana Jones discovering the perfect artifact. He smelled my bare soles kissing them and licking across them.

I giggled at both his excitement and his eagerness just to give me the foot worship that I deserve. However, he never stated it was a deal. I chuckled kicking his kissing lips off of me, forcing him to stumble back on his hands.

Was It A Foot Worship Deal Of Not

” So worm, do we have a deal. You get all the foot worship your little heart desires and I get whatever I want. ”

He got back up to his knees, his head up and down and clapping his hands together in prayer formation.

“Yes, Yes, V, Please. You can have whatever you want, please!”

I leaned back on my elbows and let him return to my feet. He continued to give me the foot worship I so truly deserved. For that, I was allowed to have whatever I wanted. This would include, money, electronics and in the future whatever friends I felt like I wanted to have fun with of his too. He never minded, however.

That was due to his love of how these pretty toes felt sliding up and down his shaft. There was no one who could milk his cock quite as these feet could. In fact, he still reaches out that dirty pervert begging for another taste. However, I have moved on to much bigger, better and harder things. He will have to suffer in silence and replay those dirty memories in his mind.

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