My Brother's Fetish Part 2
(Posted on Saturday, July 8, 2000)
This story was submitted by Soly.

Webmaster's Note:
If you haven't read Part 1 of this story, click here.

The morning after my sick brother cleaned my dirty feet, I was very nervous. Nothing I did had stopped him. The smell and dirt didn’t stop him. I didn't know what to do. Telling my parents was not an option because I knew that it would hurt them very much to know that their beloved son, my brother, is a sick freak. Since I discoverd what my sick brother was doing to me, I couldn't sleep well and just waited every night until he finished his business with my feet. Only then did I go  to sleep.

I didn't know exactly what to do, but since he disturbed me I decided to make his life as hard as possible. Sometimes I would walk barefoot all day long in order to make my feet as dirty as they could be. I used to step on the mud in the garden or in the basement. Other times I used to make my feet smell very bad by walking in my sweaty sneakers for 2 or 3 days without washing my feet. I didn't cat my toenails and did all that I could to make my feet as unattractive to him as possible. I must say that it didn't stop him completely, but still, the time he spent with my feet was getting shorter. Better than nothing," I thought to myself.

Things went on like that and I thought that it would last forever. The Summer vacation arrived and I was afraid that things would get worse. During most of the Summer, I stayed most of the day in the house and used to sleep late up until the afternoon. But now I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep a lot because of his foot fetish.

Since it was Summer and hot, I couldn't walk with my closed shoes, so I wore open sandals. Evereyone could see my feet. I didn't want other people to think that my feet were ugly and dirty, so I cleaned them and washed them every day. One day my best friend Lisa came to our house to hang out with me. We sat outside the house to get some sun.

We sat one in front of the other, talking about everything from school to music. I had this fashion magazine and we were looking at the models and the clothes that they were wearing. We passed the magazine between us. I was looking at this model who was wearing a lovely dress and wanted Lisa to see her.

"Look at that dress. It's beautiful, isn't it" I asked.

I passed the magazine over to her, but the sun must have hit her eyes. She didn't catch it and it dropped right near my feet. She reached out to get it and asked, "Why don't you paint your toenails?" She contined by saying, "They are much more beautiful when they are painted."  I couldn't tell her the real reason that I didn't care much about my feet, so I told her that I didn't think about it much. "Well, you should paint them you know. They will really look good that way." She said.

I replied, "Well, I will do it later." I told her, but once Lisa started something you couldn't stop her.

"Do you have nail polish in your house?" She asked. I knew that my mother had some in various colors, so I told Lisa that we would go to my parent's room to take some. My mother kept all her makeup and stuff on a small table near her bed. There were 4 or 5 different colors and Lisa took them all.

We went to the living room and sat on the sofa. Lisa removed her sandals and said, "I must repaint mine too, because the polish is almost gone." She looked at the different colors. "I think that I will take the blue one this time." She told me. "I like it. It will match my blue sandals."

She started to paint her nails one by one. I could tell that she knew what she was doing because she painted them very fast. Not even a drop of polish touched her skin. After she finished she told me, "It's your turn now. Pick up a color and paint."

I looked at the varous colors and decided to take the yellow one. "Don't take that!" Lisa told me. "I think you should go with a darker color. Maybe even the black one." She said.

Knowing her by now, I knew there was no point in arguing with her. "Alright, I will take the black one." I told her. I didn't used to paint my nails very often (for known reasons), so I tried to paint very slowly. I even accidentally painted my toe skin too.

"Oh, you're not doing it right." Lisa explained. "Here. Let me do it." She didn't waited for my reaction. She took one of my legs and placed it on her lap. She was painting my toenails with the black polish when my brother came in. Obviously he was very surprised at first and just said hello. Then he went to his room.

After a minute or two he came back to the living room at sat on the other sofa. He took the newspaper from the table and started reading it. By that time Lisa was almost done painting the toenails of one of my feet. "See how beautiful that foot is now?" She rhetorically asked me. "Let me just dry them a little." She continued.

She suddenly raised that same leg and moved it near her face. She started to blow air from her mouth on my toes. "Soon they will be dry." She explained.

I just looked around when I saw my brother staring at Lisa's face and at the foor Lisa was finishing. He was so focused on her that he didn't notice that I was watching him. From one look at his pants, I could tell that he was very aroused from what he was seeing. Why wouldn't he be? Since he obviously likes my feet, I could only imagine what he was thinking. Having a very sexy girl like Lisa (and believe me, she was), touching and blowing my feet, was certainly too much for him to stand. She was practically touching my toes with her lips. Of course he was going nuts!

And then it hit me. I knew just how I could hurt him back for what he had done to me while I had been supposedly sleeping. After a few minutes Lisa said, "Well that foot is finished. Give me the other one. I raised my other leg towards her, but instead of lowering the already painted one, I put it on Lisa's shoulder. I didn't know how would react, but it didn't bother her at all. She started to paint the toenails of my other foot.

Again, I could only imagine how my brother was feeling. There I was, sitting in a very sexy possition with another sexy girl and she was touching my feet. The idea that had suddenly hit me was that if I couldn't stop him by rejecting him, I'd arouse him as  much as possible. At first, you might think that this was a very bad idea to hurt someone, but when you think about it, you have to realize that my idea was perfect. The unfulfilled fantasies that he would have from what was happening would torment him for a long whule.  This is exactly what I wanted.

Lisa finished painted my toenails and again moved my foot close to her mouth so that she could to blow on my toes to dry them. I am certain that my brother had not been so aroused in his whole life. Here I was with one leg on Lisa's shoulder and the other one near her mouth.

I decided to increase his torture. I accidentally moved my feet very close to Lisa's mouth so that my big toe entered her mouth! Of course I immediately said, "Oh, I'm sorry Lisa. I didn't mean to do that." I pretended to quickly (the slowest quick that I could muster) move my big toe out of her mouth.

"Never mind." Lisa told me matter-of-factly. "Your feet are very nice." In fact, right before I lowered my foot, she kissed my sole. We went back outside and all I could think off was how  lucky I was that Lisa had helped me with my plan without even knowing about it. I could only think now about the fantasies that my brother will probably have about Lisa, me and my feet!

To be continued ...

I would like other women who have had similar experiences to e-mail me as I'm sure that there are many women like me out in the world.

For comments, please email me at sol_sh@email.com.