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WARNING: The following story has young characters taking part in foot fetish activities. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please read no further.

Jealous Of Jelly

It was an overcast Sunday morning in Lake Hoohaw. The Otter family had to wake up earlier than usual since Ernest, the father, had to go to work early at the general store boat next door, and his wife Opal had to drive a few miles away to the supermarket to stock up on groceries for the week. On top of that, Opal’s sister Anna, also known as Aunt Nanner, and her husband Redolfo were planning to stay at the houseboat for some time. Because eight-year-old Peanut and his six-year-old sister Jelly were too young to look after their baby sister Butter for extended periods of time, Opal decided that she would take her along in the car. At the moment, Peanut was wearing a green polo shirt, khaki shorts, white socks, and brown loafers, while Jelly was wearing a yellow t-shirt, blue jean shorts, pink socks, and black and white saddle shoes.

“Peanut, Jelly, I’m about to head out the door,” said Opal as she held Butter in her arms and grabbed her car keys. “I want you kids to keep the house as clean as possible before Aunt Nanner and Uncle Redolfo arrive.”

“Don’t worry Mama,” said Jelly. “Nothing beats good clean fun.”

“Is there anything in particular you’d like for us to take care of while you’re gone?” asked Peanut.

“Nothing much aside from tidying your room and doing your laundry,” said Opal. “But you can do all that after you have breakfast.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” said Peanut.

“Can we go out and play soccer after our chores?” asked Jelly. “Munchy and Flick promised they’d meet us at the field today.”

“Of course Jelly,” replied Opal. “If you have any issues, I’ll just be a phone call away. Take care, kids.”

“Bye Mom!” said Peanut and Jelly. After their mother left the houseboat, Peanut turned on the TV in the living room and changed the channel to a college basketball game he was looking forward to for days. Meanwhile, Jelly went into the kitchen to get herself some breakfast, consisting of a slice of wheat toast with peanut butter, a cluster of babbleberries, and a glass of orange juice.

“Uh, Peanut?” asked Jelly. “Aren’t you in the mood for breakfast?”

“Whoops, sorry!” said Peanut as he quickly paused the TV and raced to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. “At what time are we supposed to meet our friends?”

“Eleven thirty on the dot,” said Jelly. “Plenty of time to get a good workout before lunchtime.”

“Looking forward to it,” replied Peanut as he poured himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes. “Could you pass me that bowl of babbleberries, Jel?”

“Sure, but don’t take too many all at once. We need to have enough to go around before new ones start growing nearby.”

“But wait, don’t they sell some at the grocery stores in the area?”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. We might be getting some more anyway since Mom’s planning on baking a babbleberry pie to take to Flick’s birthday party next week.”

Peanut winked. “Ah, one of the few things he just can’t resist.”

Once the two otter siblings finished their breakfast and did their chores, they brushed their teeth, packed up their soccer equipment, and headed past their friends’ houses to a flat, open field where their friends Munchy Beaver and Flick Duck were already warming up. Munchy and Flick were wearing red soccer jerseys, black shorts, blue knee-length socks with shin pads, and red cleats.

“Hi Munchy, hi Flick!” said Peanut and Jelly.

“About time, you guys,” said Flick. “Munchy and I were almost to the point of calling it quits and going back home.”

“That impatient, huh?” said Jelly.

“Don’t you remember that all things come to those who wait?” asked Peanut.

“Especially when they involve those you care about, Flick,” said Munchy. “I never said that we were gonna give up this soccer match.”

“Ohhh,” said Flick slowly. “Well, I call first dibs on designating our teams! You and Peanut against me and Jelly.”

“Me against my own sister?” wondered Peanut. “That’s usually not the case. Plus, she’s—”

“Sibling rivalry! Sibling rivalry!” chanted Munchy and Flick.

“Definitely not gonna be as much of that as during that day we had that soap box derby,” said Jelly.

“The first team to score ten goals wins two free subscriptions for Mallard Man and Señor Fusion comics!” said Flick.

Jelly narrowed her eyes and smiled devilishly. “To make things fair, one of the players on the losing team has to worship my smelly feet.”

“Wait…what?” said Peanut in a state of shock.

“That’s l-l-like torture!” said Munchy, trembling.

“Except it doesn’t hurt in any way,” said Jelly. “Nothing to be afraid of. And I know just the one who’d shower me with fan service.”

“That’s a rather…odd request, Jel,” said Peanut.

“Nope, too late!” said Flick, laughing. “What’s final is final! Let’s get ready to bend it like Beckham!”

Munchy thought for a second. “Do we get to name our teams?”

“Actually Munchy, could you leave it up to me to name them?” asked Jelly.

“Sure, just don’t name our team anything laughable,” said Munchy.

“Flick and I are the Lake Hoohaw Kingfishers, and you guys are the Guilbeaux Roaches!”

“Guilbeaux?” wondered Peanut and Munchy, turning to each other.

“It’s a small town in Louisiana,” said Jelly.

“Why can’t it be something like the Guilbeaux Crawfish?” asked Munchy. “That’s what Louisiana’s known for anyway.”

“Excuse me Munchy, we Midwesterners say crayfish,” came a pompous male voice. Everyone turned and saw that the voice belonged to ten-year-old Ootsie Snootie, who had just arrived at the field, dressed in a yellow and black soccer referee’s uniform and black cleats. He stood on the sideline with his twin sister Bootsie, also dressed as a soccer referee.

“Hey Ootsie and Bootsie!” said Flick. “You guys look like bumblebees.”

Bootsie laughed. “We thought you guys needed a referee for your little match.”

“Two referees, to be exact,” said Ootsie.

“My big brother just accepted a bet,” said Jelly. “If he wins, he gets two free yearly comic subscriptions. However, if he loses this bet, he’s the one who’s gonna worship my feet.”

“Ooooh, that’ll be entertaining to observe,” said Bootsie. “Don’t you otters have soccer uniforms you should be wearing?”

“That doesn’t really matter, it’s just a casual game,” said Peanut.

“Places, everyone!” said Ootsie. “We need two extra players, so I’ll join Jelly’s team while Bootsie joins Peanut’s.”

So the two teams got into position on the field, with Peanut’s on the end closest to the lake, and Jelly’s on the end closest to the forest. Jelly and Bootsie were the strikers, Peanut and Flick were the defenders, and Munchy and Ootsie were the goalies. The twin poodles blew their whistles, and Jelly initiated a strong kickoff. Peanut kept his eye on the ball as it flew toward him and was able to stop it with a short kick, followed by a straight shot to Bootsie, who kicked the ball forcefully past Jelly. Flick attempted a chip shot towards his opponents, but he ended up tripping over and sending the ball to the sideline. Bootsie blew her whistle as soon as she noticed this.

“Out of bounds,” she said as Peanut retrieved the ball and tossed it to her. “You’ve earned your first penalty shot. It’s our turn to bring the ball back into play.”

With another blow of the whistle, the pink poodle girl struck the ball towards Jelly, who kicked it back at an angle towards Peanut and Munchy. The beaver boy just barely missed the ball as it whizzed into the goal post, making Jelly’s team in the lead. Over the next ten minutes, the Kingfishers scored seven goals, while the Roaches only managed to score three. Largely because Peanut kept taking peeks at Jelly’s shoes which were pretty big for her age, and the thought of his sister’s feet occupied his mind a little too much for him to fully concentrate on the game. At one point, Flick needed to take a restroom break and had his teammates continue playing. As a result, with Bootsie’s advanced skills, her team scored five more goals, securing the lead by one goal.

“We seriously need to give it our all this time!” said Ootsie as he noticed Flick arriving back at the field. “It hasn’t even been three minutes and they’re one goal ahead of us!”

“WHAT?!” squawked Flick. “Time to show them what true soccer showmanship is all about!”

“Think of this as the World Cup,” said Jelly, tapping her foot on the ball. “No second chances.”

Once again, Ootsie and Bootsie blew their whistles and Jelly kicked the ball with all her might. Peanut tried hard to focus more on the ball than on Jelly’s fast feet, but he missed his opportunity to kick it back. Luckily, Munchy was quick enough to run to the side of the goal post to deliver a counterattack to pass the ball towards Bootsie, who started dribbling it with her toes as she ran along the field. Flick took advantage of this and made a bending shot towards Jelly, causing Bootsie to lose her footing, though she regained her balance the very next second.

“Uh-oh, Jel’s got the ball!” she said as she hurried back towards her teammates. “Step on it!”

But it was too late, as Jelly struck the ball straight into the goal post past Munchy, scoring the ninth goal for her team. For the final play, kickoff took place closer to the post, and Peanut and Bootsie delivered chip shots together against Jelly. No more than thirty seconds later, the magenta otter girl executed an outside shot with her left foot, sending the ball airborne and smack into the goal post. Her team ran around the field and broke into happy cheers.

“What a game!” cried Ootsie as he high-fived Jelly. “What…a…game!”

“An exciting victory for the Kingfishers!” said Flick.

“Well played, team,” said Bootsie, tapping Peanut and Munchy on the shoulder. “We still did our best.”

“You know what this means, Peanut!” said Jelly, winking at her brother.

The red otter boy started to sweat nervously. “Is…is this worth it, Jelly?”

Jelly smirked. “You know the deal, big brother. Sit inside the goal post with me and take these shoes off for me, will you?”

“Let’s go back home before we see anything gross!” said Flick as he left the field.

“Yeah, I’m so relieved that I’m not the victim of Jelly’s challenge!” said Munchy as he also left.

“On the contrary…” began Ootsie.

“…we’ll stay here and watch their fascinating spectacle,” finished Bootsie.

“You’ll embarrass me, Ootsie and Bootsie!” said Peanut as he untied and pulled off Jelly’s shoes. The pink socks which Peanut originally thought his sister was wearing were revealed to be stirrups, baring the heels, balls, and all ten of her neatly shaped toes. The odor was very pronounced since she wasn’t wearing regular socks inside her shoes.

“Give my soles that big black otter nose of yours,” said Jelly.

“But aren’t they too smelly?” asked Peanut.

Jelly wiggled her toes. “Go on.”

Peanut took a deep breath and brought his nose closer to his sister’s feet, taking a small whiff of the toes and balls. He cringed at first, but soon he found himself taking bigger sniffs as he moved his nose along the soles.

“Jel…” he uttered.

“Enjoying this?” asked Jelly.

“S-starting to.” As the red otter boy kept inhaling the stink of Jelly’s tootsies in her stirrups, he brought his hands up to them and began feeling the balls and the plump toes. The magenta skin was sweaty and supple to the touch, with a bit more of the sweat coming from the heels as Peanut noticed when he moved his hands down each foot. Jelly moaned in pleasure from the sensation, and Ootsie and Bootsie watched every move like a kid in a giant candy store.

“Alright Peanut, say ahhh,” said Jelly as she brought her big toe close to Peanut’s mouth.

“W-w-what?!” cried Peanut. “Your toes in my mouth? You know the Snooties are watching us!”

“Too bad, otter boy,” said Bootsie. “You lost the bet, so you might as well accept your fate.”

“How about a compromise, Peanut?” asked Ootsie.

“What kind of compromise?” asked Peanut.

“If you do everything Jelly says,” said Ootsie, “we’ll give you five free comic books from our mansion, including my favorite Titeuf anthology.”

“And that particular book is in the original French,” added Bootsie.

“Oh my gosh, really?!” exclaimed Peanut. “I’ve gotta have that one!” And just like that, he opened his mouth and sucked on his little sister’s toes, tasting the sweat that accumulated during the soccer game. After he was finished with the left big toe, he took a set of playful licks on the sole and heel of the left foot, causing Jelly to giggle. He repeated that process with the other four toes, then with all five toes on the right foot. Jelly broke into hysterical laughter as she found her right foot was far more ticklish. Ootsie provided a small towel for Peanut to wipe up his saliva from Jelly’s feet and toes. Once they were dry, the magenta otter girl noticed a bump in her brother’s shorts.

“I know for sure what the final challenge will be,” she said.

“What do you mean?” asked Peanut.

“Take a look between your legs.”

Peanut looked down, saw his bulge poking up, gasped, and instantly covered it up with his hands. “Jelly, don’t look at that!”

“I have every right to do so at this moment,” said Jelly with a smirk.

“Well well,” said Ootsie. “Peanut’s pee pee must have gotten big.”

“Take off those shorts, Peanutty Buddy!” coaxed Bootsie. “And your underwear too!”

Shaking nervously, Peanut unbuttoned and unzipped his khaki shorts and pulled them down with his briefs, revealing his erect red circumcised penis. Jelly licked her lips and twiddled her fingers at the sight of her brother’s bare crotch.

“It reminds me of a giggle melon,” she said as she kept gazing. “My feet definitely have the hankering for it. Scoot up a little for me.”

Peanut did as he was told, then Jelly took her stirrups off and placed her fully bare soles on the sides of his penis and stroked up and down, up and down. The otter boy’s breathing became tense, and his leg muscles started contracting from a new kind of pleasure he was experiencing. Jelly fingered herself over her jean shorts as she wiggled her toes on the shaft to create a ticklish sensation on the pee pee, which unsurprisingly caused Peanut to chuckle.

“Your sister’s feet must be laughing now from helping themselves to that juicy little ‘giggle melon’ between your legs,” said Ootsie.

“Ha ha, very funny Ootsie,” replied Peanut, trying to sound sarcastic when in actuality he was truly enjoying this unusual massage.

“As a matter of fact,” said Ootsie as he knelt next to the red otter boy, “I’m gonna help you out here when you get close. Imagine you’re a goat who’s ready to have its milk collected so that the dairy farmer will be able to make fresh cheese. Luscious chèvre you can easily spread onto gourmet crackers.”

“So you’re gonna milk my penis?” asked Peanut as he got closer to his orgasm from Jelly’s rubbing.

“Precisely,” said Ootsie.

“Maaaaa!” bleated Peanut, imitating a goat. The poodle boy held the otter boy’s penis with his right hand and slowly stroked it up and down, keeping the tip close to Jelly’s feet. Peanut panted more heavily as his pee pee felt the soft, smooth purple skin of Ootsie’s big hand.

“I wanna see that goat milk!” said Jelly as she watched the action. “Blow it all over my feet!”

“Mmmm, let it all come out,” said Ootsie as he kept stroking his friend’s penis. “C’mon, cum, cum, cum.”

“Oh Jelly, oh Ootsie, I’m…” began Peanut. In a matter of seconds, he squirted his semen all over Jelly’s soles and toes, with much of it oozing down to the heels.

“You won the challenge!” said Jelly, giggling.

“That was awesome!” exclaimed Bootsie, clapping her hands.

“The rules end here, Peanut,” said Ootsie. “Want a taste of your semen or should we wipe it clean? Up to you.”

“Eh, I’m kinda not feeling the urge to taste my milk,” said Peanut as he pulled his shorts and undies back up. “Thank you all so much for this experience. I was always jealous that Jelly had nicely shaped feet.”

“Jelly of Jelly, huh?” said Bootsie.

“Not so jelly anymore, I assume,” said Jelly as she put her stirrups and shoes back on. “Come on Peanut! Aunt Nanner and Uncle Redolfo should be arriving in Lake Hoohaw soon, if not already.”

“Yeah, maybe they’ll have a big surprise for us from their travels!” replied Peanut. “Wanna come to our house, Ootsie and Bootsie?”

“Don’t mind if we do!” said Ootsie and Bootsie in unison. The two otter siblings and the twin poodles packed up their soccer equipment and headed back toward the houseboat, eager to have an exciting afternoon and use their noodles whenever the situation called for it.

The End