Sweeter than 🍫 (Part 1)

Hi loves! Hope you're all having an amazing weekend so far! (And if you celebrate/do anything for Easter/with the family, I hope you're loving and enjoying that lots too!) 🥰

Me? Yeppers! Every Easter Dan & I come to my momma & step dad's house for the weekend! (Dan's my step brother). None of us are religious or anything, but you gotta admit it's a really great reason to get together with everyone, give hugs, love and eat yummy food!

It's actually like clockwork now... Dan and I coming there for the weekend I mean. And every single time we’re both here, I end up thinking the same ridiculous, delicious thought: HOW does this doofus still actually believe that I don’t know? 🤦🏼‍♀️😂

I know. Oh, I know. 😈

The way his eyes glue themselves to my feet the second I kick off my shoes? The way he “casually” shifts on the couch so he’s always angled toward my soles?! The way his breath catches when I kick my feet up... And yeah, I’m actually pretty sure he’s been sneaking photos for the past couple years too! I don’t mind. My feet are good. Like, stupidly good.

I do teach hot yoga six days a week. Barefoot, sweaty, worked-out hard on my mat... but I'm pretty sure they still look like they belong in some kinda fetish dream! My soft, high arches, plump creamy wrinkles that stack and ripple across my soles like warm silk, and my long, pillowy toes that love to spread and flex! I’ve caught him staring so hard I swear my skin tingles, like he’s eye-fucking every single detail!? 🫢

Right now, as I text this to you this, I’m sprawled out across the big sectional in the living room, parents puttering around upstairs, and he’s claimed the far end like he almost ALWAYS does... Pillow strategically in his lap. Cute. Real subtle, bro! 🤣👀

I’d actually just finished my last class of the weekend before coming here too! You know... Hot room, ninety minutes of rigorous flow & deep stretches... Bet my soles are still flushed and slightly worn from it? That perfect post-yoga glow where my skin feels warm and a little sticky-sweet?

I let a few minutes pass, scrolling on my phone, letting him think he’s safe. Then I reached for mum's chunky knitted blanket, yanked it over, and casually prop my feet up like it’s the most natural thing in the world... 😬

My heels sink into the soft folds. My soles rise… and rise… until they’re practically level with his face! So bare. So close. The warm sun flooding in from the window and catching every one of my plump wrinkles, every glossy crease across my arches, and the faint sheen of dried sweat still clinging to the balls of my feet!

I don’t look at him. I just stifle a knowing laugh as I continue you text this to you... but I feel him. The way his whole body goes still. The way the pillow on his lap suddenly looks a lot more necessary? 😏

I know that big cock of his is already thickening—thick enough that even those loose joggers can’t hide it once it really wakes up! (I’ve seen the outline before. More than once. And fuck, the size of it does things to me!!)

I flex my toes slowly, deliberately, "naturally"... Letting my wrinkles deepen and smooth, then deepen again. The scent of my feet? Probably warm, a little salty-sweet from my yoga mat? That intimate post-class musk must be drifting right into his face right now!! No Easter chocolate for him today lol! He’s got something way sweeter right in front of him! 😂

But I wonder if he knows that I'm turned on right now too...

Because here’s my dirty little secret 🤫 - the one I'VE never told HIM: I’ve been wet for that massive bulge under the pillow since the first time I noticed it!

I want to tease him so bad! Drag my soft, wrinkled soles up and down that thick shaft while he whimpers. I want to feel him throb against my arches, and watch him lose his fucking mind while I tie him to my bed, pin his cock to his tummy and just lick it for an hour!!

(Yea... I’ve got a thing for big cocks AND a thing for sensual control... And my stepbrother just happens to be the perfect, dangerous combination of both 😛)

But right now... In our parent's house as they putter around, I'll settle for this. Just a carrot. A carrot dangling right in his hungry, horny, foot-loving face!

I point my toes then let my soles rest... Letting their beauty speak for themselves a bit, before I slowly drag the sole of my right foot across the top of my left, my warm, slightly damp skin gliding with a soft, audible "shhh." My sole wrinkles bunch and stretch right in front of him! I hear his breathing change—shallow, hungry. The pillow shifts.

I hide my smirk and keep scrolling._ Happy Easter, "little brother." _You’ve got all weekend… And between my doom scrolling and binging of "The Pit", my pretty, sweaty, wrinkled soles aren’t going anywhere! 💋

To Be Continued...
xoxo
-Gwen ♥️