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Beneath Your Big Sister's Smelly Feet

by AspiringShame

Rated: GC · Interactive · Erotica · #2021525

Your big sister loves to torture you with her feet, let us count the ways!

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Chapter #8

You can't do this... you just can't!

by: Carl

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As you drew closer to her toes you felt your stomach churn. You twist your head to the side in disgust.

"No... I can't do this. Amy has been lying this entire time. I don't like feet. I hate them. And you're feet are so fucking ugly and old! I don't want to do this, I wont' do this!"

They looked at you in varying degrees of shock. Finally your mother said. "Is this true?"

Amy nodded, "It is but he deserves it. Look at what a pathetic little wimp he is. He deserves to be under our feet. You can make him do it mom, he has no money, he has no future. We can all make up any sort of lies we want. About how he is mentally ill or something."

Your mother looked at you. "You are right... he is pathetically weak."

"Mom you can't do this!"

"Yes I can Stan! But I'm not heartless. I'm willing to give you a chance. If you can beat the three of us in wrestling we'll let you go. However if you fail to win, you will be our foot slave forever. You will do it willingly you understand?"

You nod. This would be difficult. Facing off against the three of them in back to back matches. "All right I'll do it. Who do I wrestle first?"

Your grandmother started to laugh.

"First? Oh no you stupid boy you'll be wrestling us all at the same time!"

There was no way you could win... but you had to try. You fake a rush toward your sister and then charge Gina. She wasn't expecting it and you manage to push her to the ground. However your grandmother moved pretty quickly for an old bird and she grabbed your arm and spun you around toward the floor. She released you and you careened into the couch. Your sister jumped on you and tried to pin you but you were like a cornered animal. You flailed and kicked your body around and a lucky blow pushed her off.

You tried to catch your breath but your mother got to you and quickly put your head in a scissor hold. She began to squeeze and you tried to get her strong legs off your head. She put more pressure on you and you felt your pulse pound in your ears. You scratched at her legs trying to free them but before you could do much damage your grandmother grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back. Her ugly old feet were digging in your back as she pulled on your arms while your mother continued to scissor you. Amy got there and and put your legs in a wrestling hold as well. You were totally trapped and you knew it.

"Go to sleep now son and wake up our slave!"

And in helpless frustration you screamed at the unfairness of it all and then passed out due to the powerful scissor hold. When you woke up the three were looking down at you in triumph. They had done it. You were their slave. Forever.

For the rest of your life you had to kiss their feet. Lick their feet. Worship their feet. Every morning you were required to wake the three up (your grandmother moved in with you three) by licking their feet. Once they were all up you had to make breakfast and then massage their feet while they ate. Any leftovers were walked over by all three and you had to lick it off their feet. If there were any left overs.

Then if it was a work day you were left alone with your grandmother who invited over her spades group and you had to worship all of their feet while they played cards. When your mother and sister got home you had to lick their VERY sweaty feet. And they were always sweaty because they liked to work out at the gym in dirty old sneakers and no socks! Gross!

Then you had to cook them dinner and then massage all of their feet. At night you had to sleep with Amy's socks in your mouth one night, your mother's pantyhose on another night and finally when it was your grandmothers turn she made you sleep with one of her old sneakers from 30 years ago tied to your face! And it would never change. For years and years you did nothing but serve beneath your families feet.

Your grandmother's feet.

Your mother's feet.

And your big sister's smelly feet!

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