Foot Fetish Cousins, Part 2
(Posted on Sunday, May 26, 2002)
This story was submitted by KillerSleestak@aol.com.

To read the 1st part of this story, click Foot Fetish Cousins, Part 1.

Webmaster's NOTE: When a story like this is written, this webmaster feels compelled to
remind everyone the fine line between our foot fetish desires and other people's rights.
I'm not going to make any moral judgements here except to state that if it's safe, sane
and consensual, I support it no matter what other people may think. What needs to be
pointed out, however, and this should already be a given, is that no matter how strong
our desires are because of our fetish for feet, none of us can justify sexual battery
against another person. It's important to recognize sexual battery for what it is.
Otherwise, not only do you risk the possibility that you may harm someone because
of your actions, but you may also run the risk of being prosecuted and put in jail.

As erotic and sexy this kind of story can be for a person with a foot fetish, it must
be noted that it is not okay to perform a sexual act with or to a person who has not
given their consent. This story has nonetheless been published because there is a
reasonable assumption that the woman in this story is aware of the author's foot
fetish and has allowed the author's action to progress as he has described.

Let's be careful out there, be resepctful of others,
and have lots of great foot fetish fun in the process.

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I have a "thing" for my cousins feet. I know its wrong, incestuous, and just plain sick, but I can't help it. My cousin Elizabeth had transformed from the little girl I used to play around and goof with into an extremely sexy young woman. At first I felt guilty about getting aroused by the site and smell of her luscious aromatic feet, but after an incident that occurred while she was sleeping, when I for the first time smelled, licked and totally got off on her feet ( check out Foot Fetish Cousins, Part 1) I was totally obsessed with them.

About a year after the camping incident occurred, I had graduated from college and temporarily moved back in with my parents just until I found a job and some direction in life.  A few months after I moved back to my parents home, I was informed that cousin Elizabeth would be moving in with my family, as she was
accepted at Rutgers University and it would be a lot cheaper and nicer for her to live with my family than live in the dorms or rent a room. At first I didn't know how to take this news.

Ever since the camping incident where I got off on her feet while she slept, I kind of felt strange about her. Right after it happened I was still so elated and turned on by the experience, I would often masturbate while thinking about it. But as time went on I also began to feel very guilty; after all she was my cousin, and I felt like a total sleaze for taking advantage of her while she slept, even if it was only her feet. I just felt really weird ever since then about her.

I hadn't even seen her for a year after the incident happened, so I didn't know how I was going to handle it. One thing was for sure, I told myself right there and then that I would never do anything like that again. I told myself that I wouldn't even look at her feet, let alone get off on them while she slept. I told myself that everything was going to be just like it was before the camping incident. She was my cousin, and that was that. I would simply force all impure thoughts of her from my mind.

Well, Elizabeth moved in all right, and when I laid eyes on her for the first time in over a year, I was stunned. Now being 18 years old, she looked better then ever! Her dark reddish brown hair was a little longer, her face just glowed with this fresh sexy cuteness, and her body was so tight and perfect. I tried not to notice her feet but of course my eyes wandered down to the ground and caught a glimpse of those
perfectly pedicured, painted, and lotioned feet of hers in a pair of black leather open toed wedges. I quickly looked away from them. This was going to be such a test of self control to not lust after her feet, or her ass for that matter.

For the first couple weeks I did pretty good with things. A few times I would catch myself leering at her feet. I noticed she wore those black leather open toed wedges all the time. But I would quickly try to push those thoughts from my mind. I tried to do the "right thing."

One weekend we decided to go to 6 Flags theme park for the day. My father decided to go with us, so we took his car. It was an unseasonably warm September day, and we had a great time at 6 Flags. On the ride back home I sat in the back seat and my cousin Elizabeth sat in the passengers seat up front. At some point
during the ride home my eyes began to wander and my eyes fixated on my cousins feet, which I could see from where I was sitting. I noticed she was wearing those black leather wedges. I remember getting really turned on by the thought of how sweaty her feet must have been, being in those shoes all day walking around under the hot sun. I remembered how they smelled a year earlier when I "had my way with them" That faint but distinct fetid smell, so sexy, so feminine.

For some reason this time I didn't force my attention away from them. I watched as she dipped her foot in and out of her shoe, at times totally unsheathing them allowing me full view of her bare foot. A full erection grew in my pants. For the remainder of the ride home I sat fixated on them, I wanted them so badly and for some reason I no longer felt guilty about it. All I could think about while gazing at them was how they must smell and taste. I couldn't take it anymore. All my self made promises about staying away from my cousins feet went out the window. I decided right there and then that I simply had to have them again. I just said fuck it.

When we got home, my cousin said she was going to go to bed, but I quickly steered her away from that idea by asking her to have a few beers with me downstairs in the family room and watch a movie. She said ok but she wanted to change first. No, I thought to myself, I didn't want her to change. I wanted her to stay in those soiled hot little black leather shoes.

"No don't change" I said "lets just go downstairs and have some beers"

She replied "But I'm all sweaty and gross, I just want to change and take a quick shower"

No! That would be horrible. If she took a shower, the scent of her feet would be totally ruined. I wanted her nice and stinking dirty. "Come on!" I said kind of curtly "I don't want to wait all night for you, lets just go downstairs and start drinking"

She was a little taken aback by why I was so adamant about her not taking a shower and changing, but to my relief she agreed to just go downstairs with me without changing.

I got us a couple beers and we sat down on the couch next to one another and began watching a movie. My parents called down to us and announced that they were going to bed. Perfect! Everything was in gear, and my plan was unfolding nicely. We watched the movie and quickly downed a 6 pack. I however just feigned interest in the movie, really being focused on Elizabeth's feet. From the corner of my eye I was totally engrossed with them. She sat in her little shorts with her legs crossed. She would let her shoe hang from the tip of her toe, slowly rotating her ankle.

I couldn't wait to put those sweaty toes in my mouth again. She uncrossed her legs, and completely removed her shoes. I felt my penis grow to full size. I was so enthralled by the site of her naked feet. she rubbed one against the other then up her calve. Then she crossed her legs again and did that thing with her foot that totally turns me on where she rotates her ankle in small semi circles wagging her foot in the air. I was going out of mind, silently consumed with lust. I literally had to stop myself from jumping down on the floor and groveling on her feet. I was like a man possessed. After the first movie finished, I talked her into watching another even though she told me that she "Could barely keep awake" Perfect!

I just kept feeding her beers one after the other. If you haven't guessed by now, my plan was to get her so drunk that she would pass out and I could be totally free to do whatever I wanted to her feet. After she had about a 8 beers in her, I could clearly see signs that she was definitely more then a little bit tipsy. I couldn't wait for her to pass out so I could paint the soft pink soles of her feet with my cum. I saw her eyelids begin to grow heavy, slowly but surely closing, getting heavier and
heavier, they soon became practically slits, and then finally they closed.

A wide evil grin spread across my face. In a few minutes I would be in pure foot fetish heaven! A year of waiting, and now within a matter of minutes, she would be all mine. Then all of a sudden her eyes shot wide open, almost as if she could sense my devious thoughts. She turned and looked at me, "I'm going to bed, I'm really tired. Goodnight" and with that she stood up, put on her shoes, and was gone. Needless to say the smile left my face.

I felt like calling up after her "Hey, could you leave your shoes with me?!" but of course I didn't. I couldn't fucking believe it, I was so pissed. All that planning, all that work, all that waiting, for nothing! I had a raging boner in my pants and now the object of my desire had walked up the steps and went to bed. Goddamn, life is so cruel. I got up, turned off the TV, and with my head held low like a rejected suitor, I went to my bedroom sulking.

I couldn't believe those fuckable little feet had slipped through my fingers, I was so close. I figured I might as well just jerk off and try to relieve the intense sexual frustration that was eating me alive. How lame, after all that anticipation all I get for my troubles is a lousy jerk off session by myself.   But maybe all wasn't lost... An idea popped into my head... What if I went after my prey...  What if I crept up the stairs, into her room and made my way to those feet I so badly wanted? That was a really insane idea, so risky. What if she woke up? Even worse what if my parents walked in and caught me in the act??

This was not rational at all, only a fool would try something so risky. But the raging hardon in my pants and the all consuming lust in my heart weren't exactly conducive to rational thinking. With no more than 30 seconds debate on the matter, I again just said fuck it, and was soon standing at the bottom of the steps beginning my ascent up into Elizabeth's bedroom.

I crept quietly up the stairs like a cat burglar. I tiptoed down the hall past my parents room. I could hear both of them snoring like boars, so I knew they wouldn't be of any concern. I stealthily made my way to my cousin's bedroom door, it was open ajar. I stood outside of it with my ear pressed against it and listened closely. I heard the distinct sound of heavy breathing. That was a good sign. I knew she had drank enough that she should be out cold. I carefully opened the door and stepped inside, It was completely black as pitch.

After I closed the door behind me I couldn't see a damned thing. I navigated my way in the dark to the side of her bed. I whispered her name softly "Elizabeth?" No reply, she was definitely drunk and dead to the world. My cock returned to a state of full arousal as it knew it was about to get what it came for! I didn't have one thought of guilt or hesitation. I even remember thinking that this was too good to deny myself. I know most people wouldn't be able to understand the absolute sexual hunger one feels for a pair of hot young feet, but there is just no control over it, at least not for me. When the chance presents itself to finally satisfy that hunger and desire inside, you just have to take it. And when that pair of feet belongs to such a cute little sex kitten like my cousin Elizabeth, there really is no such thing as self control.

I put my hand out and touched the top of her head just to insure that she was indeed in deepest slumber. She didn't even stir when I ran my fingers through her hair. I stepped to the end of her bed. It really was completely black in there, I really couldn't see a thing. I knelt down at the foot of her bed with my pants around my ankles. I lifted up the covers from under the mattress and gently pulled them back exposing her. I reached out in the dark and felt a warm and slightly moist foot fill my hand. I gently rubbed it up and down. It was so silky and smooth.

I then kind of laid sideways across the end of the mattress, so my face would be near her feet. I inched my nose up closer and closer until it touched one of those silky soles. I inhaled deeply. That absolutely aphrodisiatic smell filled my nostrils. It was like vinegar and honey. I slowly ran my nose up and down her feet, just smelling every square inch. I sniffed around her heals, then moved up to the insteps, and finally stopping at her toes. I got such pleasure out of sticking my nose
between her toes and inhaling deeply so I could enjoy the slightly stronger odor.

One thing that was kind of disappointing was that it was so dark I couldn't see her feet to fully enjoy them. To remedy that problem I went over to the window and slightly let up the shade so the street light from outside would shed a little illumination on things. I went back over to the end of the bed. That was much better, I now could perfectly see those absolutely charming feet of hers. I then noticed that under the covers she was completely nude! I pulled the covers off of her further so I could admire her body. Her breasts weren't that big, a nice size
B-cup I think, but perfectly shaped and perky. Her stomach was nice and flat and her hips and legs were so perfect.

I returned my attention back to her feet now that I could see them, they looked so sexy, perfectly rounded heels like a peach, smooth silky pink soles and exquisitely shaped toes. I couldn't help myself anymore, like an animal unchained I ravaged her feet, just sucking and licking and kissing and sniffing them. I even ran my hand up her thigh. I furiously jerked myself off as I devoured her feet. When I felt I was
near orgasm, I knew I wanted to finish off by having sex with her feet. I gently rolled her over on her side. I was immediately greeted by the site of her perfect pale white ass. It was so tight and firm looking, I felt like sticking my tongue between her ass cheeks and eating it out, but I decided that would be going too far. She was asleep, and it was bad enough I was using her feet without her knowledge.

So I used a little discretion and kept my focus on her feet. She was on her side with her knees slightly bent so her feet were together, which is just the position I wanted her in so I could "make love" to her feet. I knelt beside her feet and then
kind of slid my knee under them so that her feet were in my lap. I slid my cock between her feet and started to fuck them. I pressed her feet together so my cock was firmly in-between them. They were really sweaty so it lubed my cock nicely.

Just like the night of the camping encounter, the thought of her foot sweat all
over my dick brought me into a sexual frenzy. I began to fuck them faster and faster. Right as I was about to cum, I lifted up her right leg and pressed her foot against my face. I took a deep whiff and as soon as that sexy pungent odor hit me my cock exploded all over her left foot. As I came I rubbed the head of my penis
all over her wet sole. The feeling was too good for words. I put her toes in my mouth and sucked on them as I squeezed out every drop of cum. And then it was over. I basked in the afterglow for a few moments, but I knew it was risky for me to be there so I quickly cleaned up, covered her backup, and was out like a thief
in the night.

I had no feelings of guilt the next day, no regret, no shame, I didn't feel a fucking thing other then 100% satiation. My lust for her feet just keeps building inside until I cant stand it anymore, and the only way to alleviate it is to suck and fuck her feet until I cum all over them. If that's the way it is then so be it. She is my cousin, and I decided that from then on I would use her feet to satisfy myself at every given opportunity.

As it turned out, that evening was when the next opportunity arose, kind of. It was getting near dinner time, my cousin had returned home from a long day of her college orientations. She and my Mother were preparing dinner in the kitchen, my father was in front of the TV, and I went upstairs to do some menial task. I walked past Elizabeth's bedroom, her door was open, and I just happened to notice that pair of black leather wedges laying on the floor next to her bed. I stopped for a
second and looked at them, they seemed to call seductively to me "Hey big boy, wanna have a little fun?"

I then looked back down the stairs, everyone was busy in preparation of dinner or watching TV. I looked back at the shoes, and my new and liberating motto of "Fuck it" once again resounded in my head. I dashed into her bedroom, picked up one of the shoes, held it to my face and took a deep whiff. The odor was intense, much stronger then her actual feet. From all the time she spends in those shoes, walking, perspiring, its no wonder they are so heavily scented. I loved it though, and I was instantly hard.

With my hand down my pants, and her shoe pressed firmly to my face I inhaled until my lungs were filled with her scent. I unzipped my pants, and then picked up the other shoe. I slid my cock through the toe of it, holding it firmly around my cock so I could jerk myself off with it. I loved the way the leather felt around me,
gripping me. I slid it up and down the shaft of my penis. The thought that Elizabeth's sexy foot had perspired in that leather all day got me so turned on. With her one shoe around my dick, and the other to my face, I stood there and totally just went wild. I kept licking the inside of her shoe, I even licked the dirt off the sole of it.

I was so blinded in pure ecstasy, I was in my own world. I guess that's why I didn't notice someone standing in the bedroom doorway observing all of this! I remember hearing a mousy voice say "What are you doing?"

My heart sank and I froze. I slowly turned... Standing in the door was Elizabeth, her eyes were wide and she almost had a look of fear on her face. I just stood there speechless like a fool. I didn't even think to take her shoe off my dick.

"What are you doing?" she repeated, this time even more shyly, as if she didn't really want to know.

All I could manage in my defense was a really weak "Nothing, I was just checking your shoe" I felt like such a loser.

"Yeah, right" was her reply to my ridiculous explanation, and with that she turned around and walked away.

What was I going to do now??? I almost felt like killing myself, I was so embarrassed. What a freak she must think I am. I felt like a pariah. How could I explain this? How could I ever face her again? Would she tell my parents? I swear I even thought of escaping out the window and fleeing the house. What was going to happen when I went back down stairs? I just stood there for minutes in total disbelief that I had just been caught in such an uncompromising situation. My mother then called up the stairs and told me dinner was ready. I just bit the bullet and made my way downstairs to face whatever was in store for me.

Well, that was the second chapter in the long strange saga of me and my cousin Elizabeth's feet. If you have any comments, complaints, or anything of that nature, please feel free to drop me a line: Killer Sleestak