The Fetish I Shared with My Sister

It had to happen sooner or later. For years I hid what I felt when a woman’s foot brushed against me, convinced it was something mine alone, a strange and shameful secret. What I never imagined was that the person who shared that exact same weakness lived under the same roof as me.

My name is Bruno, and it all begins one summer, the one that changed the way I look at my own family. Back then I was twenty-one and studying architecture in Valencia, just like my sister Carla, who was two years older than me. We lived thirty kilometers from the city, in a quiet town, and university took up all our time.

Our parents, Ricardo and Elena, had spent their whole lives running a small business: three shoe stores spread across the city center. Carla and I had always been separate from that world, too focused on exams to ever set foot behind the counter.

My sister had been my reference point since I was a child. Cheerful, friendly, with a laugh that was contagious. And beautiful in a way that made it uncomfortable to admit in someone you were related to by blood. Tall, almost six feet, with a body she kept in shape at the gym three days a week. When she wore heels, heads turned as she passed.

Very few intimate things were known about her. No boyfriend, no known partner. Her life revolved around her inseparable university friends. I, on the other hand, played basketball on weekends, and my six-foot-three frame had opened more than one door. I had girlfriends, the kind with no labels and no promises, and it all felt too soon for anything serious.

The day it all started, my mother came home looking stressed.

—I need you two to give me a hand —she blurted out, setting her keys on the table—. Two girls have quit on me at once, and the busy season’s starting. It’s only for a few weeks, until I find people with experience.

—Mom, I don’t know the first thing about serving customers —I protested—. I’ve never done it.

Inside, though, something in me stirred. The store in question sold only women’s shoes. Summer sandals, heels, everything designed to show off a bare foot.

Carla was more generous and agreed at once.

—Come on, Bruno, it can’t be that hard —she said, nudging me with her elbow—. Besides, the customers are going to love being helped by such a handsome guy, right, Mom?

—You have no idea what our clientele is like —Elena added with a smile—. They’re gorgeous shoes, the kind that make even the most tired foot look beautiful.

I was convinced right away. I would have, right in front of me and in real time, exactly what secretly drove me crazy. And maybe, if I was lucky, I’d get to touch. In my casual hookups, caressing a girl’s feet made my cock hard as stone, took me to a place I couldn’t explain. Now I had the chance to find out just how far that obsession went.

What I didn’t suspect was that my sister was carrying exactly the same desire.

***

Right after we finished our exams, on June first, we started. Carla drove and I rode shotgun, nervous as if it were the first day of school. The store was in the main square in the center, a tourist area with lots of foot traffic.

My mother introduced us to the manager, Marta, a mature woman who was easy on the eye, with a smile that put you at ease.

—Hi, kids, you’re both adorable —she said, giving us each a polite kiss on the cheek.

—I don’t know anything about shoes, especially women’s shoes —I confessed—. You’re going to have to be patient with me.

—You’ll learn in three days, you’ll see —she laughed.

We had half an hour before opening, and Marta showed us where everything was, insisting on the best-selling models. Carla looked at me sidelong, self-assured, or at least pretending to be.

—Look, Bruno, it’s simple —she said, picking up a pair of sandals—. Come on, bring them to me, I’ll sit here like I’m a picky customer.

My mother and Marta watched us amused. I knelt in front of her.

—All right, miss, I’m sure these will look amazing on you —I said, playing along.

Carla held out her foot for me to put the shoe on. I held it carefully, sliding my palm along the whole sole, taking my time before slipping it into the sandal and fastening the buckle with deliberate slowness. I ran my thumb over her arch, her heel, each toe, pressing into the soft flesh until I got a tremor out of her that neither woman noticed.

Just from that touch, I felt my cock stiffen under my pants, tightening against the fabric until it showed.

It was obvious I liked it far too much. But what froze me was my sister’s face: eyes half-lidded, lips pressed together, an expression of pleasure that didn’t fit a simple shoe fitting. Her nipples had gone hard, outlined beneath her thin blouse.

I didn’t hesitate to put the other shoe on her, this time even more slowly. In a careless moment, her legs opened just enough to let me see the pale fabric of her underwear, pressed against a pussy already bulging beneath the cotton.

This is getting out of hand.

My mother and the manager had gone mute, not quite sure what they were watching. I slid my caress up to her calf, knowing I was playing with fire, determined to keep going.

Carla straightened while I stayed crouched, my hands still on her instep.

—I think, miss, these are your shoes —I said, looking up at her—. They make you elegant, irresistible, I’d say.

My mother clapped and kissed me in approval. Marta was still entranced. Carla began to walk the aisle with a sensuality that chilled the blood.

—Mom, your son’s a legend —she said—. You have no idea how much I liked the cheeky one.

—Very good, son —Elena answered, laughing—. That’s how you treat customers, young or old. With that sweetness, you’ll sell twice as much.

We all laughed. I was floating, but the raw truth was something else: my sister’s feet had captured me completely. I wanted to lick them, bite them, take her toes into my mouth one by one, suck them until I drowned, lose myself in them. I was so turned on I needed to bring down that pressure somehow.

While the others got ready to open, I slipped into the bathroom, pulled my pants down to my knees, and grabbed my cock. It was so hard it hurt. I jerked off with an urgency that almost scared me, my eyes closed, seeing Carla’s feet, imagining them brushing my balls, sliding up my shaft, the soft sole pressing my glans until I came. I came in two minutes, a thick load that stained my fingers and the inside of my shirt. I had never finished feeling so good in my life.

***

The day was hugely productive. Carla served customers with natural charm, and between us there settled a kind of silent competition, to see who could be more provocative. That was when I noticed something I’d overlooked for years: my sister got too involved when the customer was a pretty girl. Her eyes kept drifting to ankles, to insteps, she lingered while buckling straps over bare feet that she took advantage of to stroke as if by accident. I had never known her to have a man. I started putting the pieces together.

On the way home, while we were talking about the day’s anecdotes, she brought it up without beating around the bush.

—I’m a little jealous of you, little brother —she said, eyes on the road—. Remember that foreign blonde I helped? She asked me if next time you could serve her. She was totally smitten, she told me without even trying to hide it.

—Oh, look at that, maybe I’ll even get lucky —I joked. And then, I don’t know where I got the nerve, I added—: I have to confess something. For a while now, pretty feet really do it for me. I get hard just from touching them. And yours are insane.

Carla didn’t take her eyes off the asphalt, but she smiled and bit her lip.

—I noticed today, Bruno. You could see your cock through your pants. And I’ll tell you something: I got really wet from the way you touched mine like that too. My panties were soaked through. How about when we get home you give me a massage? My feet are wrecked from being on them all day. Then I’ll return the favor, with my mouth if necessary.

I nodded without words. I felt that pull under my pants again, my cock growing all over again, pressed against my thigh. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and all I wanted was for the car to get home as soon as possible.

Luck was on our side. Halfway there, a message came into the family group chat: our parents were staying to dinner with a supplier and would be back late.

***

As soon as we got in, each of us went to shower and get comfortable. Carla shouted from the hallway that Mom had left dinner ready for us. I put on my pajamas, with nothing underneath, as usual, my cock loose under the cotton.

—Open a bottle of wine —she said from the bathroom—. The day deserves it.

I poured two glasses and waited for her on the sofa. When she appeared in short pajamas, I lost my breath. Radiant, sensual, with a half-smile that was anything but innocent. Under the thin T-shirt, her breasts hung loose, her nipples pointed. She sank down at the other end, lifted her legs, and set her feet on my thighs, brushing my bulge without even trying to hide it.

—All yours —she murmured, closing her eyes.

I warmed a little oil between my palms and started massaging her. Pleasure ran through me head to toe. If she had seen my face, she would have known instantly what was happening inside me. I brought my face close to her feet until my breathing brushed them. By the third pass I couldn’t take it anymore and stuck out my tongue, sliding it over her arch, slow, savoring the salty skin, moving up to her toes.

—Fuck, Bruno… —she gasped, eyes flying open—. Keep going, don’t stop.

I put her big toe in my mouth and sucked it whole, sealing my lips around it, rolling it with my tongue. Then the second, and the third, until I had all of them in my mouth at once, sucking them like I was blowing a cock. Carla arched her back, writhing on the sofa, the other sole pressed against my bulge, rubbing my cock through the fabric.

—That feels so good, Bruno —she whispered—. Don’t stop. Go a little higher, keep going.

Carla spread her legs little by little. The shorts shifted centimeter by centimeter, showing the white fabric at the sides, already darkened by a wet stain in the center. She sighed, thanked me, moaned softly. My hands reached her knee, but she pushed me higher, opening even wider.

—Do you want me to go higher? —I asked, my voice rough.

—Don’t talk. Eat me out.

I lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulder, coming closer until my knees brushed her hip. My fingers slid up her thigh to stroke the edge of the fabric. She gave a little jolt.

—Keep going, keep going —she begged, breathless.

There was no turning back now. I pulled the panties aside with one finger and found a shaved pussy, swollen, shining from how wet she was. A clear strand hung between her lips. I ran my whole finger through the slit, bottom to top, and she arched her back as if she’d been shocked.

—Put it in already, Bruno, fuck, don’t make me wait —she gasped, looking at me through half-closed eyes—. I can’t take it anymore.

—Not yet —I told her, my mouth a breath away from her pussy—. First I’m eating you out.

I yanked off her panties and buried my face between her thighs. I licked her bottom to top, savoring the thick flow, sucking each lip one by one before moving up to the clit. It was swollen, hard, and as soon as I trapped it between my lips and circled it with my tongue, Carla let out a broken cry that echoed through the whole living room.

—Oh, fuck, like that, like that, don’t stop… —she whimpered, gripping my hair, pressing my face against her pussy—. Suck me, Bruno, suck all of it…

I slid two fingers inside while I kept licking her clit. I felt her tighten around my fingers, pulling them deeper. I curved my fingertips to find her spot, higher up, and she writhed, grinding against my mouth, soaking my chin with her juices. I gently bit her bud and she exploded, a long, filthy orgasm that rocked her hips against my face while she screamed my name.

—Now you —she gasped when she could finally speak—. Take it out.

I lowered my pajamas and my cock sprang free, hard, pointing at the ceiling, the head purple and a clear drop hanging from the tip. She reached for it with her hand, awkward at first, then with a certainty that made me shiver. She took the base in her hand, licked her lips, and took it all in one go, all the way down, until her nose touched my balls.

—Fuck, Carla, wait, slow down —I begged—. You’re making me go too fast, I’m going to cum.

She pulled my cock out with a wet pop and looked at me with shining eyes, a thread of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.

—Not yet, little brother. First I want you to keep eating my feet.

We ended up naked, tangled in a sixty-nine neither of us had planned. She was on top, her soaked pussy dripping onto my face, sucking my cock with a hunger I had never known in her. I ate her pussy from behind, my tongue deep inside, while I squeezed her ass with both hands and spread her open. But what really lit us up was lower down: at one point she slid her mouth to my feet and I did the same with hers. We sucked, bit, devoured as if we’d been holding back for years. She took my toes into her mouth one by one, licked between them, ran her tongue over my sole to my heel, while I did the same to hers, sucking them with desperation. It was our secret language, the one each of us thought we spoke alone.

—No one’s ever done it to me like that —she moaned against my skin, with my big toe between her lips—. No one, fuck, no one.

Then she went back to my cock and took it all the way into her mouth, jerking the base with one hand while she squeezed my balls with the other. I ate her clit and licked her ass, alternating, until she started trembling again. Her second orgasm shook her whole body, intense, long, with my cock still in her mouth. I felt her scream against my glans, and that vibration was what finished me. I held on just long enough before letting go with her mouth on me, blasting into the back of her throat in thick spurts. She swallowed everything, never letting go, sucking until the last drop, and then she licked my cleaned glans with a wicked smile.

—You’re delicious —she said, letting herself fall beside me.

After that we stayed still, catching our breath, stroking each other’s feet as if nothing else existed.

—You have the same fetish I do —I said, still in disbelief.

—For years, Bruno. Women’s feet drive me crazy. —She paused and looked at me hard—. I’m a lesbian. I’ve never been with a man. And for the first time in my life, I want to. I want you. I want you to fuck me, little brother. I want you to break me.

That confession left me defenseless, and with my cock hard again.

—It would be an honor for me —I answered, and I kissed her for the first time for real, slowly, finding each other, tasting my own cum in her mouth.

***

I lifted her in my arms and carried her to her room without stopping kissing her. No more preliminaries were needed: both of us were at the limit. I laid her on her back on the bed, spread her legs wide, and dragged my cock through her soaked slit, rubbing the head against her clit until she started moaning.

—Put it in, fuck, put it in already —she begged—. I can’t take it anymore.

I entered her slowly, feeling her cunt open to take me, tightening around me centimeter by centimeter, a virgin to cock but not to desire. She swallowed me whole to the balls and stayed still for a moment, eyes wide, adjusting.

—Fuck, I’m so full —she gasped—. Fuck me, Bruno, do it.

I started moving to find her rhythm, first gently, then harder, burying myself to the hilt with each thrust. Her moans thudded against the walls of the empty house. I grabbed her legs by the ankles and lifted them together against my chest, sucking her feet while I fucked her, biting her toes, licking her arch to the rhythm of my thrusts. She writhed, grabbed her tits, pinched her nipples, screaming.

—Oh, yes, like that, fuck, eat my feet while you fuck me, don’t stop…

I put her on all fours and took her from behind, gripping her hips, driving in with my whole cock, watching her ass move with every blow. I slapped one cheek and she let out a hoarse moan. I grabbed one of her hands and brought it behind her back, tugging on her arm while I pinned her to the mattress.

—Harder, harder, break me —she begged, her face smashed into the pillow—. Fuck me like I’m a whore.

I rode her astride on top of me, made her bounce on me, watching her tits bob in front of my face, sucking on them while she speared herself up and down, searching for her clit with her fingers. She came again, clamping down so hard she almost took me with her. I lost count of how many times she shuddered.

In the end I laid her on her side, lifted one leg, rested it on my shoulder, and kept going with my cock while I licked her instep, biting her toes. When I felt I couldn’t hold on any longer, I pulled out in time, and she, instead of letting me go, laid me down, got between my legs, and finished what was left with her mouth. She sucked me with her eyes locked on mine, jerking the base with both hands, until I came in thick spurts onto her tongue. She spread some of my cum over her nipples, licked them clean, and then planted a wet kiss on my semen-smeared stomach. We kissed again, laughing at the mess, fused together in the same bed.

—You’ve made me so happy —she said, resting her head on my chest—. I’ve never enjoyed myself this much. I love you, little brother.

We were so comfortable that we fell asleep without thinking about the consequences. And the consequences had a name.

It must have been around two in the morning when the door opened quietly. My mother, standing in the doorway, looked at us naked, the sheets bunched at the foot of the bed, my cock still half-hard on my thigh and Carla’s pussy shining with semen in the hallway light.

—What a pair of sleepyheads —she said softly—. I see you didn’t even eat dinner.

I froze.

—Mom, I’m sorry —my sister stammered.

—I’m not, sweetheart. Maybe today you discovered something worth discovering.

I didn’t understand anything.

—Will someone explain to me what’s going on? —I asked, still dazed.

Elena sat on the edge of the bed, calm, as if all this were part of a plan that had slipped out of her hands.

—Your sister refused to try it with a man —she said, looking at me—. There was no way to talk her into it. And I was clear that if she ever did, it had to be with someone she truly trusted.

—I’m bisexual now, Mom —Carla murmured, hugging her—. Even if I still like women. And he fucked me like a beast.

—I think that’s perfect, you know it —my mother answered, and kissed her on the hair. Then she turned to me with a half-smile, letting her gaze drift under the sheet—. And who could resist this hunk, eh? With what he has between his legs, anyone would.

By then I hadn’t realized that we were both still naked. I pulled up the sheet, not knowing where to put myself, but my mother yanked it away with a laugh and stroked my thigh with her open palm, very close to my balls.

—You played me —I protested, feeling my cock wake again under her hand—. You’re both cheaters.

—Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t like it —Elena laughed, glancing down at my bulge—. Your father doesn’t know anything, and it has to stay that way. What you do between yourselves is your business. And if you ever need someone with a little more experience —she added, bringing her lips close to my ear—, you know where to find me. I have feet you might like too.

Carla and I looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or hide our heads under the pillow.

—Well, next time —I said at last, returning their smile, my cock hard again under both their gazes—, I plan to have you both.

And that was how that first summer behind the counter ended. The one that changed everything between us.