My Sisters Feet Stories

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My Sisters Feet Stories
Ok I’m terrible at writing and would appreciate any and all criticism or editing help . But here is the first bit of a true experience from my past lemme know if anyone would be Interested in hearing more


Greetings To the Den

Long Time lurker making my first attempt at committing one of my experiences to writing.A little backstory I have loved feet (mature smelly ones particularly)for as long as I can remember and was “lucky”enough to have some odd interesting and enjoyable experiences from an early age I hope to share them with you all please excuse the rough edges and please constructively criticize.



Going back through years there are a couple instances with a couple of women or girls in my life that had varying impacts on my foot fetish but perhaps the most influential might perhaps be my own older sister.My sister and I are roughly 15 years apart Moms had my sister young but despite that we were always mostly close as she often babysat my younger brother and I when my mother was at work.Myself and my siblings are all mixed race to give you a description of my sister (please bare with me describing my sister in a way that doesn’t gross me out has its difficulty) she is fared skinned with long dark hair about 5”8 a “full bodied” woman she I suppose looks Latina or mullato if your familier with these term more importantly she wears a size 11 wide with shapely attractive toes and well proportioned soles always kept pedicured and we’ll maintained,but by far her feet’s most memorable quality is ther absolute reek........My sisters feet are by far some of the smelliest foulest soles I have ever smelled and that’s with women trying to smell them up my sister produces a literally eye watering smell with almost no effort.I want to be clear when I say eye watering I mean this 100% no hyperbole at all after a long hot day in her favorite work flats or house work shoes or god forbid twice worn stockings the smell literally made people my brother and I tear up.

Which is where we start the good part my sister was a bit of a disciplinarian my mother tending to be less strict with me her first born son.my sister also had a bit of a sadistic streak and a tiny bit of jealousy at my mothers favoritism towards me.My sister delighted in devising new ways to torture my brother and especially myself and take great glee in finding every excuse to exact such punishment.My sister’s intense feet were a known fact in my household,My sister (let’s call her T)being T simply didn’t care.When she would arrive home from work in the evenings(secretary) she would promptly remove her shoes and leave them in the living room by the mantle(fireplace)and air out her large aromatic soles I vividly remember the almost physical strength with which her foot smell filled the room seconds after her well worn shoes hit the ground.The stench of her feet has an almost “warm shower quality right after work like baking bread or boiling water like her foot sweat makes it own steam.

Now I’m not sure exactly when this “punishment”began but it lasted many years even after my sister discovered my foot fetish(though with less frequency)her sadistic imagination in finding new ways to subject my brother and I too her smelly feet could rival some of the best foot smelling stories out there had she not been my sister I would say I’m the luckiest foot sniffer alive but the cards fall how the will.I consider myself atleast somewhat lucky because despite the gross conflict and feeling of shame I did enjoy smelling her feet and I did many many many times but this time I think I’ll cover the first incident that I can remember “the Foot”was new at the time but I remember knowing what’s coming this wasn’t the first time it happened but this is the first I recall

It was a cold winter morning perhaps December long island’s bitter wet chill was in the air and my brother and I ( maybe 10 and 6)were reluctant to rise from our beds for school our mother begged bargained and even bribed with porridge but neither of us wanted to leave that blanket cocoon.by 7:45 our mother frustrated with our resistance had made the announcement that usually had us up and mobile in seconds “you already missed first bell your goin be late!!”I’m getting your sister down here!”On most occasions this dire proclamation halted our sibling passive protest,fear of whatever reckoning our older sister could decide for us propelled us through the morning regime.....but today was different today we were tired cranky and anchored to our side by side twin beds.Both of us mostly conscious but holding to our guns knew our mother had bowed out we were at our tyrannical sister’s mercy my brother looked to me with questioning eyes wondering what our play was I nodded my resolve we both knew that missing the first bell meant we were already late rushing now was pointless as now our only chance for entry was the late bell we gambled that we won 20 mins of guaranteed snooze time whatever the cost would be worth it we were wrong.seconds after my nod we heard our older sister booming with a mix of morning aggravation but also her trademark sadistic glee”missed the first bell hunh boys? You know what that means right?we glanced at each other in confusion we knew missing the bell usually meant some kind of punishment usually quick as T was in a rush to get to work as well but her tone and confidence conveyed something different.Our minds just begin to wonder what torture she had in mind when our door burst open and she announced in a loud smiling voice “You get the Foot!”

My brother’s face slacked in defeat I began the all to familiar cycle of mixed emotions of shame anticipation disgust and arousal at the prospect of sniffing my sister’s ripe feet she continued grinning wider as she went since y’all got 20 whole minutes to lay in bed you get 20 minutes of the foot and still get to be on time! Great hunh? Should listened the first time.our mouths moved in protest that we knew was useless past experiences taught us anything but compliance made it worse she bolted to the dining room and retrieved her coffee and a dining chair she placed it at the foot of our twin beds down here face up she barked!in tandem we submitted to our fate our sister plopped one thick leg and huge foot on each of our beds near our faces clad only In her last Christmas worn fuzzy house slippers the smell already was assertive.she placed her big feet on the inside between us as we were both laying on our backs we had to look at each other to fulfill her next directive.Part of me knew what was coming next and it stirred a whirlwind of thought and emotion that’s almost beyond description to be clear I’m not attracted to my sister but I cant deny my reaction to her feet I’m much more comfortable with the concept today but back then it was a mindfuck!Added to the psychological aspects of the situation one has to address the physical effect of my sister’s feet.At such a tender age I had not built up The refined pallet required to appreciate my sister’s soles so on some occasions even I was overwhelmed.The reek from her feet has an almost thermal quality it’s thick consistent and is as unique as her finger print a sweaty cheesy odor that is at the same time leathery and rich and sharp and tangy at range it can make your food taste bad with your nose between her long thick toes it makes your mouth water and eyes water you get lost in the deep complexity of her miasma weather you like feet or not you can’t help but ponder the intricate layers that each inhale conveys to your brain.My brother and I shivered at what was to come him in pure disgust,me in a twisted mix of anticipation shame and also disgust.Her beloved well worn house slippers did little to contain the smell of there contents at this range but nothing could have prepared us for what came next. With a sip of her coffee and utmost confidence she ordered..... take em off.......The thing to remember about T’s feet is despite there consistency and unique signature each pair of feet wear produces a new unique experience.Leather work pumps impart rich deep dark notes with there age,cheap flats a warm pungent cloying scent with slick slimy toe jam.But these old well worn beloved house slippers were a special vintage worn daily straight after work never washed warm and sticky.
Nice story definitely interested in hearing more

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Thank you for the positive encouragement it’s a topic I’ve never been able to really express soon as I’m in the mood I’ll crank out the rest
Please do continue the story, we're enjoying it.
Thanks I’m working on the second part I have a few more stories with my sister’s feet I’ll try to post them all here fairly regularly it’s nice to be able to sorta confess something so odd and taboo
Nice story. Even if the form could be better, the content is great. The thought of using feet as a punishment like that is of course very alluring for people like us, and being made to participate in it, submitting, taking the slippers off, etc, is even more intense.

The topic is, as you say, pretty taboo, but it's good to be able to talk about it, and it sounds like you came out of it alright.
"I would defend her and teach her, control her and train her, until she learned her own incalculable worth, and she stood upright and proud, strong and confident, looking at the world in the eye and yielding to no-one but me." --Fiona Esmonde
Growing up all the times it happened there was always the duality of enjoying it but also being ashamed and sometimes overwhelmed for sure I have a greater appreciation for it now in retrospect.The other consequence of this was my appetite for truly rank soles

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Sister foot worship (story) Published: Mar 15, 2021
My name is Kathy, and I was about to leave to meet with the girls and chill outside today. But mom and dad were strict about not letting me do what I wanted these days, my stupid brother Kevin snitched on me last time. Before leaving I told Kevin that if he told mom and dad this time too I would fucking make him regret it. He nodded and then I left, oh we had a great and tiring day with the girls. My feet were smelling so fucking bad when I got home. There, in the house, were my parents who didn’t know I was out because they thought I was in my room studying, for which I lock my door all the time. So there was one way they’d know that I had gone out; it was either they banged into my room like a police force or my stupid moronic brother Kevin snitched on me. I looked just behind my parents and I saw Kevin’s idiotic smirk on his face. My parents told me that I was grounded for two fucking weeks. Kevin was gonna fucking pay for this shit this time. I went up to my room, but soon got out and sneaked into Kevin’s room. Stupid Kevin always plays his stupid games after brushing his teeth at this time of the night. So I hid behind the closet, and waited. Kevin came in like three minutes later but gosh it was so hot that I had sweated like a pig there already. Then the idea popped up in my head. First I had planned just to beat him since I was in the Judo club and so much stronger than my idiot brother, but I realized why wouldn’t I get a good slave for my reeking feet and some good massage? I rushed to Kevin, grabbed him from his neck and threw him to the ground, quickly I locked the room and when Kevin was about to stand up I kicked him so he fell again, gosh he was so easy. I then quickly put up one of his stupid loud ass playlists whenever he plays so the parent’s wouldn’t suspect shit. I turned to Kevin he was preparing to stand up but when he looked at me in the eyes I saw his scared ass face. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do shit but he as still stupid enough to try so I grabbed him again and threw him onto the ground, pushed my reeking and sweaty feet into his face and told him “Kevin, listen you stupid peace of shit! From now on you will fucking serve at my feet whenever I tell you to do so you fucking moron. You snitched on me this time too and I had told you that you idiot if did that again would have to face the consequences. Yet you didn’t listen, now fucking start smelling my socks moron.” I pushed my foot into his face pressing his wimpy flesh under my foot. He was so fucking weak but still tried to resist, I kicked him one more time and girl it was hard this time even I felt some sympathy for the idiot. After that I left my foot from his face and told him that “Obey or there’s much more of this where it is comin from.” He nodded, I told him to get on his knees which he did like the bitch he is. I knew he was my fucking bitch now, I told him to bow down to my feet and plant kisses on my toes coated with my sweat sock that left a wet spot whenever he touched them. He leaned forward and started planting kisses, I was impatient and shoved my feet into his face propelling him on to the bed that was just behind him my foot being on his face. I told him to get my socks out, he started to get it off but I told him to do it with his mouth, which he quickly did. I planted my sock into his mouth and said “If you don’t make this sweaty sock dryer by fucking vacuuming it in your mouth you will fucking beg me to make you do it.” He was fucking so afraid that he didn’t even think at that point, he was my lowly fucking bitch ready to listen to his superior like the slave he is. It took him around 4 mins to finish sucking off the beautiful sweat off my sock, he had such a face to look at to make fun of just like I did lol. I sat on his chair, and he understood got on his knees in front of me like the slut he is. I gave my foot to him and he knew he had to massage them, which lasted for 10 mins until I wanted him to suck my toes. I told him to suck my foot heel to the toes leaving no spot without licks and cleaning all the speck of dirt there was for his stupid mouth to collect as a reward coming from his mistress. The sensation was super good, knowing that there was an idiot under my foot trying his best to please me knowing that he will fucking regret it if he cannot afford to be a good bitch. He took 20 minutes cleaning and worshipping my reeking foot occasionally planting kisses of obedience. Kevin was just starting his journey as the rightfully given place he had being a foot cleaner.
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__Part 1__


So let me explain some things at the very beginning. The point in life where I was 19 years old and my life just changed completly.

I'm Luke and I'm going to highschool. I can't wait to leave it and I'm actually close to doing so. I don't have a plan for my future career but that's a minor matter. Because I'm pretty good at school -although I'm not doing much for it- I've got a LOT of freetime. Spending this time I often hang out with my friends, especially from my clique. We're skating, dancing hip hop, and just enjoying life. Moreover I'm totally fine with every aspect of me. My body is decent, I'm quiet smart, etc. All in all I just love my life.

But there is one bitter taste in my delicious soup of life: My beloved (unloved) little sister Samantha. Little actually doesn't fit too well, only one year younger than me and as sporty and overall good as I am as it seems. She is praised and admired by all my friends almost. They say that she's one of the most gorgeous girls they've ever seen... but I would declare them as crazy every time. My sister was just shit... maybe not shit but she really sucks.

Usually I would have beaten her up when I felt like it, but since she had turned 18 we weren't fighting that much anymore. Our war has shifted more to the psychological level and it feels like... she has better chances on this one. There were some times where she would look at me victoriously when I had nothing to say anymore. It was pathetic... Things has changed to a more annyoing situation... but I would always play it cool and just screw it. So all in all... my sister is a real problem from time to time but ultimately I try to be and stay the bigger, stronger one. Gotta keep a hierachy for my advantages, y'know ?

Shortcut to my mother: She's an independant women in her mid 40's and I think both, my sister and I inherited her best prosperties. My sister maybe a bit more... uhm but dang it. My Mother found a new lover 2 years ago but he didn't move to us yet. We got enough money to live in decent luxury because our mother works hard. After all though, my mother enjoys life, but keeps her nose out of my and my sisters buisnesses, and that is, and will be, the thing that counts.

We moved into a new house 3 months earlier, which my mother's father bequeathed to her. It's a little further away from my school and my friends, but I like it all in all. The only downside is that my sister and I share the upper floor. Our room doors are about 5 feet apart. Opposite my sister's room is the bathroom, which she often enough uses for herself and just too long. Hella annoying. So the upper floor is made up of our two rooms, a bathroom and a hallway that connects everything. My room is at the end of the hallway/corridor so I always have to pass my sisters room to reach the staircase to go downstairs.

But enough of informations for now, let's start out with the story I want to tell...

It's now late spring and I was still in the mindset of cold days outside, because it was cold all the time until today. The school day was hella exhausting and it was like 3pm already. I met some friends on the way out of the sticky schoolbuilding. I had a short chat with them but I continued my way back home faster than normal. I really wanted to get out of these cloths. Thursdays weren't my favorite days after all.

*25°, what the hell, I dressed up way to warm today* I thought, wiping away the sweat from my forehead. The only thought that made me happy at this exhausting walk home was the fact that my sister dressed up similar warm as I did so she'll be pissed off too, causing an opportunity to beat her ass up, unloading my anger from high school. Sometimes you have to be physical.

Excited I turned the key in the keyhole and forgot, full of excitement, about the small edge at the door and stumbled over it so that I fell down in the entrance. I barely managed to catch myself on the floor with my hands though. I got a little hit on my head causing fainting for around 1-2 minutes I estimated afterwards.

When I woke up from my little paralysis I felt a little pain on my forehead and hands and I realized that I landed in one of the worst things I could ever imagine with my right hand: A black vans shoe size 38 (US 6.5 I think), from my annoying sister w
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