1. A Sibling Love Story


    Date: 5/31/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Romance, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    four-block walk took ten minutes because of the pedestrian traffic and Jayda's star-struck gazing. “Here we are," I announced as we reached our destination. Jayda smiled, "Thank goodness, my feet are already killing me and I am starving." "Well being Cinderella is painful," I joked. "Are you my fairy god-brother?" she countered. We laughed as we entered the restaurant, her arm still draped around mine. Ten minutes later, we were seated and had ordered from the menu. "Heels are off," she announced, with a sigh. "Thanks for the update," I quipped back, even as I resisted the temptation to take another good look at her stocking-clad feet. "I figured you would want to know," she smiled, with what seemed to be a hint of flirtation. I briefly wondered if she somehow knew of my foot fetish, but couldn't think how. I don't know why I said it but I did. "Does baby sister need a foot massage?" I asked. I expected her to say no or to at least not take me seriously, but she answered, "God, yes." Before I had time to react, her stocking-clad left foot was under the table and in my lap, just inches from my suddenly erect cock. Instinct took over and I took her foot in both my hands. Having a stocking foot fetish, I had given many women foot massages and am quite good at it. On first touch, she let out a soft moan and my cock involuntarily flinched, desperate to break free from its restrictive cotton prison. Much to my surprise, her stockings were pure silk, so much softer than nylon ...
    pantyhose or stockings. I briefly wondered how she ended up purchasing not only pantyhose, but silk pantyhose. We continued chatting although it was clear that my hands were making her feel good as her responses were delayed. After about five minutes, I asked, "Does Cinderella need her other foot massaged?" I asked the question trying to keep this fairy tale evening continuing as surreally as possible. "Please," she replied, again just the slightest tad of sultriness in her voice, throwing me off a bit. I let go of her foot and a moment later felt her right one replace it, and she startled me completely when her stocking-clad foot landed on my crotch. It lingered there for two, maybe three, seconds before she looked at me in a way I couldn't quite place, as if she put her foot on my crotch on purpose, she said, "Oopsies." She moved her foot away, but so slowly that her toes seemed to slide down my cock, as if she was investigating my size. If she wasn't my sister, I would have taken this as a clear indication that she was game for whatever naughty ideas I had in store for later in the evening. I took her foot tentatively in my hands, all the while trying to ignore my cock that was desperately crying for freedom considering what had just occurred. It could have been an accident, but her slow removal and her smile, which implied flirtation, had my head spinning and my cock demanding attention. A couple of minutes later our salads arrived and I reluctantly let her foot go. Her smile ...
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