Sibling Rivalry: Devastating Da-Feet! 👣👀🥵
Chapter 2
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Your brother had been talking about you on and off for a couple weeks or so by now! 🥰
“My brother’s coming over Sunday, you’ll finally meet him!" — so when the doorbell rang I was actually a little nervous lol! Not in a bad way. Just… I wanted to make a good impression you know? You're the one he grew up with... I wanted you to like me! 🙂
It was just a lazy afternoon when you got to his place... I’d just gotten back there myself after teaching a couple back-to-back hot yoga classes, still riding that post-class glow and relaxation that I crave! Skin warm, body loose, and my soles feeling that soft, flush, sensitive vibe that they always do after practice! (... All that sweating, moving, stretching & flexing 😏)
I’d kicked off my flip-flops the second I walked in his door, not bothering to go for socks. Fuck that. I fucking LOVE being barefoot!
We hung out until the doorbell finally rang, getting up from the couch together to greet you - Me giving you my best, big, friendly smile as you walked in the door! (The kind of nervous, half awkward but super warm one that says "I want my boyfriend's brother to like me please!!" 🤭)
“HI! So nice to finally meet you!” I said, reaching out for a quick hug. You seemed a little quiet, but polite. Normal first-meeting stuff/vibes. We all chatted for a minute in the entryway — me compensating for my nerves with my sarcasm, teasing your brother about how he always go's on about this big sibling rivalry between you two...
Your brother laughed it off, then suddenly smacked his forehead like an idiot._ “Shit, I totally forgot! I meant to grab some drinks and snacks before you got here! I'll just run out quick and be right back okay?"_
... You and I both felt that sudden awkward moment... Like, what? 🫤 We just fucking met!? But I guess we both decided to NOT make each other feel weird about it? Tentatively smiling in agreement as he gave me a quick kiss, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door, leaving the two of us alone in the living room!
We warmly (but totally fucking awkwardly) re-started up some random small talk as I went and flopped back down onto the couch exactly where I’d been before you arrived; Legs stretched out lazily in front of me, bare feet hanging slightly off the edge, soles facing outward in the most natural, unintentional way. I didn’t think twice about it.
(After hot yoga my soles DO always feel extra soft and sensitive... A little warm, with a subtle but undeniable scent of clean sweat mixed with the vanilla lotion I’d slathered on afterward. The deep wrinkles across my arches relaxed and prominent, toes painted a pretty deep purple, and my cute little toe ring unintentionally shinning all sexy and proud anytime I flexed my toes...)
You sat down in the armchair off to the side, angled so you had a perfect side view of both my soles. The TV was already on some random show, volume low.
As our small talk sorta naturally dropped a bit, I grabbed my phone in comfort and started scrolling, trying to keep things light and friendly because I meant it: I just wanted you to like me! I didn’t want any weird tension.
“So… is he kidding about this whole rivalry thing you guys have?” I said with a little laugh, glancing over at you while my toes idly wiggled. “He told me you two used to compete over everything. Who’s winning lately?”
You admitted that he wasn't exaggerating much about it - That it was like, legit life long/as long as you could remember - Your eyes flicking toward the TV like you were trying really hard to focus on it. But I could feel the weight of your stare every few seconds drifting back to me... To my feet? 😅 Not in a creepy way. Just like… intense. Like you couldn’t quite look away.
I didn’t think much of it. Guys notice bare feet sometimes 🤷🏼♀️ They are a fashion/beauty accessory after all... My closet full of sexy head turning high heels is a testament to that! So I just kept relaxing, letting my soles rest there, completely on display for you. Every small shift of my legs or cross and uncross of my ankles making my soft, plush "foot job" made wrinkles ripple and fold in their private show for you.
My purple polish gleaming. My toe ring winking at you...
I stretched my legs a teeny bit as my feet dangled lazily off the couch, soles pointed straight in your direction, deciding to use them as a temporary talking point since you seemed so interested in 'em “God, my feet are still humming from yoga,” I murmured, flexing my toes slowly so the deep creases across my arches deepened even more. "Ever taken a hot yoga class?" I asked, anticipating your answer would likely be no - which it was. 😜
After that the room got quieter. The awkwardness was still there — we’d only just met, after all, but it was the comfortable kind. I stayed right where I was, phone in hand, occasionally glancing up to smile at you, completely unaware that every second you spent staring at my warm, wrinkled, yoga-softened soles was slowly wrecking you from the inside out!!
Your brother had no idea what he’d just left behind when he walked out that door. And neither did I really.
But you were already feeling it... That undeniable truth sinking in deeper with every casual flex of my toes: Your brother had somehow won the ultimate prize without even trying!! 😩😤 (😝)
And =my soles on perfect, innocent candid display like that? ...Crossing, curving, uncrossing and repeating? Even that early on in our first ever meeting, they were just TOO much for your eyes, mind, and insatiable foot fetish weren't they?
And I had no clue! No clue that even by our first time together, you were already building up the nerve to move... To get closer... To get closer to these "Made to be mouth-fucked" soles N' toes!?
To Be Continued
xoxo
-Gwen 😇😈
