2 comments/ 8106 views/ 8 favorites Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy By: fflover58 This story was requested by a fan, and I'm more than happy to oblige. Let me know what you readers think, and maybe I'll write a sequel. Enjoy! ***** October 2nd, 6:04 p.m. This year was my high school's 100th anniversary homecoming, and everyone in our small community was ecstatic for the huge milestone. I certainly was, being a senior football cheerleader. Knowing one of my last games cheering would easily be the largest intrigued and excited me, as well as all the other girls on our squad. A lot graduates and their families were planning on coming back for the big game, as well the festival the next day. One of those people included my older cousin, Jensen, who arrived Thursday before the festivities. He pulled into our driveway in a dumpy little sedan, unable to afford anything better after college. Jensen had just graduated, and was looking for jobs. When an opportunity in town arose, my folks invited him to stay at our place, since his family hadn't lived here for several years. I was looking out of my second floor window, watching as Jensen pulled out his suitcase from the trunk of the old beater. It had been more than 4 years since I'd seen him, when he graduated from high school. Right off the bat, I noticed quite a few difference. Not only had he gained weight, but he was starting to bald as well. Jensen was never good looking to begin anyway, having a chubby face, perpetual dark circles around his eyes, and basically no neck to speak off. He rang the doorbell, and I made my way down the stairs to greet him with my family. My bare feet made hardly a sound on the soft carpet. I'd be so quiet sometimes, I'd pretend I was a ninja. As I made my way to door, my mother was already there, hugging her only nephew. My dad was there too, looking skeptical about this reunion and appeared ready to strike at a moment's notice. "Brea! What's up little cuz!" Jensen greeted when he saw me. I smiled, embracing him a friendly, though slightly awkward hug. His wider body nearly engulfed my petite figure, and he smelled a bit ripe. Still, I did my best to be nice and welcome my cousin back for the first time in years. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed daddy was getting a bit anxious. The hug may have lasted a moment too long, but Jensen finally let me go before anyone said a word. "Wow cuz, you got taller since I saw you last," he teased. "In a couple more years, you'll be taller than me." Standing at about 5 foot 3 inches, I wasn't quite what you'd call "tall" to begin with. Jensen was only perhaps 5 foot 9 inches at the most, but his size made me feel small. A lot of people made me feel small, so I was used to it. "Just been eating my greens," I lamely joked, unsure of what to say. "Jensen, did you have anything else you needed brought in?" mom asked. "Calvin can get it for you." "Just another small bag and a sleeping bag Aunt Sarah," Jensen told her, his eyes still on me. Dad seemed reluctant to leave us two ladies with his nephew, but a stern look from my mother had him making for the door. This was exactly how we'd anticipate my father's behavior during Jensen's visit. The sooner he left, the better for my overprotective parent. "So how about we sit in the living room?" mom chirped up. "Jensen, no shoes in the house please." He kicked off a dirty pair of loose sneakers, though his socks looked just as filthy. I cringed a little at the sight of them, but mom didn't say a word. As much of a clean freak as she was, this must have proved hard for her not to say a peep about it. We sat in the living room, each of us on a different set of furniture. Jensen sat in daddy's la z boy, my mom on the couch with her legs folded, and myself on a chair opposite Jensen. They drank wine, though I wasn't allowed one since I was 18. Most of the conversation was between mom and Jensen, with me only participating if brought in. We learned that since graduating, Jensen had taken a variety of odd jobs, but never committed to one. A couple of other random topics ensued, but I wasn't paying attention to that. I was paying attention to mom as she kept Jensen's attention. She was a principal at the town's junior high. I grew up being "Mrs. Vanderkamp's kid," which may have affected my social standing with fellow students punished by her. My mom had a habit of being a tough enforcer, though she relaxed for myself and my older sister. Though my mom was in her early 40's, she had a rockin' bod. She had sun-kissed skin even in the dead of winter, the smoothest legs you can imagine, gorgeous breasts, and the face of a model. People never forgot she was in charge, but I was told by my male friends they'd do anything to "bang her." It kinda sucks when so many people think your mom is hotter than you. I wasn't bad to look at either, though I tried my best to be modest about. From mom, I inherited expressive blue eyes, great legs, and the ability to consume vast amount of food and not gain weight. However, I was often told I look more like my daddy, with my light blonde hair, heart shaped face, and flat, thick eyebrows. My chest might be less pronounced than my mother, but I felt my figure was flattering enough, and I've been happy with it. Mom had a great sense of communication, making people feel like they were important or least she was interested in what they were saying. Jensen kept whining about his parents and his boring, unsuccessful life, yet mom smiled was cool and considerate to him. Meanwhile, I began to notice Jensen's eye contact breaking whenever he could without detection from mom. As daddy had predicted, my cousin's pervert nature kicked in, as he subtly checked out his own aunt. First, it was definitely her cleavage, though she had it tucked away under an old high school sweatshirt. Next though, he regarded mom's legs with a hungry look. They were in a pair of comfy jeans, the hems loose around her bare feet. She had larger feet than her height (5 foot 6 inches, petit) would suggest, her wrinkly soles pointed in my direction. Her long toes were painted red, like she usually did. This came as a bit of surprise to me. I was aware that not long after I last saw him, Jensen was caught creeping on a group of girls on campus. My parents never went into the details, but I began to wonder if perhaps a foot fetish had anything to do with it. "If it did, then why would mom not wear socks when he's here?" I realized. Daddy had opposed having Jensen at first, but was pushed into it by mom. She felt he'd changed, but my observations were proving otherwise. Then, I noticed Jensen looking over at me. I tried not to make eye contact, pretending to play with my hair. My suspicions were starting to appear correct, as he looked down at the floor in front of me. He was regarding my soft, pasty white feet with an obvious lust to it. I looked over at him, prompting him to switch his glance back to mom. I suddenly felt a tad nervous, as well as very curious. Jensen did seem like the type of guy to be into feet, and perhaps other dirty things too. It didn't really gross me out, but I hoped my cousin wasn't dumb enough to steal my socks or shoes and give them a smell. Cheerleading left a strong odor to be reckoned with, which was why I went barefoot often to avoid cooking them in sneakers. After each game, I always could smell how ripe my feet were just by prying my shoes off. Finally, my daddy finished unloading Jensen's car and had put everything away in our guest room. He joined us, and Jensen's staring ceased. I was almost a bit disappointed in a way, hoping to investigate my cousin's fetish further. As kids, I did recall times he'd tickle my feet and insist on other foot related activities. All of that was completely innocent, but I wondered if that set him off on a path towards liking girl's feet. The rest of the evening went without further incident. We ordered pizza, played Apples to Apples (I won), and continued talking into the wee hours of the night. Things really lightened up, and even daddy was starting to relax. With my older sister gone, the three of us didn't have quite as much fun around the house, and having Jensen here seemed to change that. However, his affection for feet didn't leave my mind. I had put on socks earlier to hide my adorable feet, losing Jensen's interest. This was deliberate, as I had a plan to catch him. Sure, I'd cut off his pleasure for now, but I laid bait for him that night. "Mom, I need to wear my uniform tomorrow for school," I said. "Can I please leave my shoes by the door tonight?" Normally, I wasn't allowed to keep my cheerleading shoes at the door since they smell horrible. My feet sweat a lot, though it was mostly just that particular pair that an odor was noticeable. I could tell Jensen was paying attention now, his eyes glued between mom and I. "Ok sweetie, but please don't leave them out after the game," mom told me. "It's going to be rather warm tomorrow for this time of year." It was the beginning of October, yet tomorrow night we were expecting temps in the 70s. No layers would be needed, which is great for cheerleaders. I got to show more skin, and loved wearing my teasing cheerleader uniform on campus. It was about the only time guys ever noticed me. October 3rd, 2:39 a.m. Jensen had definitely taken notice. I knew he'd go for my shoes that night. When we all went to bed, I stayed up and listened. Our second floor had a balcony that overlooked the front door, so I could watch undetected while he did his business. However, I never considered just how long this would take. Hours had gone by without so much as a footstep. Sleep wasn't a huge deal for me, as I've coped with less plenty of times. To pass the time away, I texted my insomniac best friend, Walker. I relayed everything that happened early that day, and she seemed to find this peculiar. ""What'll u do if u catch him?" Walker texted. Good ole' Walker. She always knew what to ask, being the yin to my yang. I hadn't really thought about what I'd do if I did catch him in the act. Get him kicked out? Pretend nothing happened? Blackmail him? A tingle down my spine told me I liked the idea of that last one. Yes, I wanted to blackmail him, ask him for money, or favors. I grew excited, until I heard the sound of a camera click from downstairs. The time had come. Quietly, I opened my door a crack and looked down. Sure enough, someone was down at the entryway on their knees. I slipped out of my room and crawled on my belly to the balcony railing. My cousin's fat ass was all I could see from my angle, but what I heard was sufficient to prove my theory. Jensen was intensely sniffing away at what I guessed were my shoes. I could hear him moan in pleasure as he breathed out, saying something not quite audible. Cautiously, I crawled towards the stairs, hoping not to be noticed until I was much closer to him. That's when I saw my pair of shoes right next to him, undisturbed. "Wait, he's not smelling my shoes?" I thought to myself. "Then if not mine, then it has to be-" I accidentally made a creaking noise that alerted Jensen, who turned around with one of my mom's running shoes in hand. We both froze still for a moment, neither one of us sure of what to say. Jensen's pants were unzipped, but fortunately his bulging cock was still tucked in his boxers. "What are you doing?" I asked stiffly. Jensen dropped the shoe. "Look cuz, this isn't what it looks like." "So you're not smelling my mom's shoe to get off then?" I said sarcastically as possible. "Well thank you for clearing that up pervert." It was dark, but I could tell he was already plenty shaken up. "You're not going to tell her, are you?" "Why wouldn't I?!" I demanded, growing bolder, making my way down to the entryway. "You think you can get away with sniffing your own aunt's shoes like that?" I indicated towards my own pair. "And how about mine? Were they next on your menu?" "No, I swear I wasn't," Jensen began to tear up, facing the floor. "Honestly, I wanted to, but I stopped myself. I felt like that was going overboard and-" "Oh, so you weren't going overboard before?!" I interrupted. "Seriously Jensen, she gave you chance, after what you did several years ago." Jensen looked up, his eyes swelling with tears. "You know about that?" I reached the bottom of the stairs and stood in front of the pathetic, pleading boy that my cousin was reduced to. "Yes, but not all the details. That's why I laid out my shoes, since I saw you looking at my feet earlier today." "Only looking, I promise," he sobbed. "Shut up Jensen!" I shot at him. He stopped crying and went stiff. My sudden dominance felt a bit startling, but also shockingly good to order someone bigger, older than I myself. "Let's get to the point already. I've caught you red handed. If you want me to keep this from mom, you need to do something for me." "Whatever you want Brea," he said, defeat in his shaky voice. "Just tell me what it is." A grin materialized on my face. "Oh you'll love this." I leaned in close to his ear, as I explained how he'd be making my tomorrow an even grander occasion. A shocked, but crushed look on his face told me there was no turning back for him. I ordered him back to bed after divulging my instructions, and he ran back up silently to the guestroom. After carefully putting mom's shoes back in there proper place, I returned to my room. Immediately grabbing my phone, I swiftly text Walker. "Mission was a success. Be ready 4 fun after game," I didn't even bother to wait for a reply, as I fell fast asleep. Tomorrow was going to be epic. October 3rd, 4:57 p.m. "Brea! Over here!" I smiled as Walker's voice rang in my ear. Just as I turned to greet my best friend, she rushed at me for a huge hug. "Hey, I'm excited to see you, but don't kill me!" I joked, embracing her warmly. "Sorry babe," she apologized, letting me go. Dressed in a black and gold uniform identical to mine, Walker looked ravishing in the tight, athletic ensemble. Her curly, dyed red hair was pulled back with a gigantic gold bow and a few black streamers in nestled in her locks. Like at every home game, Walker had fresh lipstick applied to kiss one lucky person. It may sound promiscuous, but usually it was just a peck on the cheek of an adorable little boy, a family member of hers, or a football player that did well that day. "So where is he?" Walker asked, referring to Jensen. "In the parking lot, tailgating with my folks," I explained, leading her away somewhere private.. We were at practice before the game, working on a couple of stunts and holding our own cheerleader homecoming dinner as well. When we were out of earshot of anyone, I continued talking. "He'll be taking us back to my house tonight, so we have a little bit of a cover. No one will suspect a thing. Sound good?" Walker nodded. "Sounds like a plan. But what if we get caught?" I shrugged. "We're both 18. It's not like this is against the law or anything. Plus, we'll be doing this where no one will likely see us." A look of realization crossed my best friend's face. "I think I know where you're talking about." "Great! Now the point of tonight is to get your feet as sweaty as possible," I said. "Your feet should be putrid by the time the game is over, or else this is useless. I even wore two pairs of socks, just to make things easier." "Well, I didn't shower this morning," Walker proudly exclaimed. "Just did my hair, and that's it. Also, I didn't change my socks out." I could help but giggle. "God, you are gross. This outta teach him a lesson!" Earlier this morning, we had decided to punish Jensen by making him lick both of our feet after practice, making them as smelly and disgusting as possible. We planned to humiliate him, hoping to destroy his creepy interest in feet anyway we could. Also, we wanted to have a little bit of sadistic fun (hopefully) without any consequences After hashing out a few more details, our conversation turned to homecoming. Walker was on this year's court, which would announce its queen tomorrow. We planned on going to the dance together, no boys allowed. We complimented each other's hair, talked about the game, then summoned back to practice until the game started. October 3rd 9:02 p.m. The crowd roared to live as the receiver made the catch for first down. Into the final quarter, our school was up 45-38. It was one of those games I rather liked; close enough in score, but with the momentum in our favor. 20-something more yards to go for a touchdown, with plenty of time left on the clock. Walker and I hardly had any trouble getting this record crowd going. In fact, it was easily the loudest crowd I've ever been in front of. While the rest of the cheerleaders were getting tired and somehow bored, the two of us still had plenty of energy to burn. I stood in front of the crowd with a "Get Loud!" sign, as our team prepared for the snap. My hair was messy from the high winds, Walker's lipstick on my right cheek. Apparently, I was the lucky one that night, though I'm sure my religious father would disapprove me being kissed by another girl. Like I said, it was just a little innocent kiss, not like we made out in front of the whole crowd. Admittedly, if I did have to kiss any one girl like that, Walker would top my list. Our team gained 4 yards on the play, setting up for 2nd and 6. Looking up in the crowd, I tried once again to find my family. With so many people it was difficult to pick out their faces, with nearly everyone flailing their arms around is they were trying to get my attention. That's when I heard a voice call out to me. "Brea! Brea!" There was Jensen, leaning on the fence like he was cool. Walker noticed, then insisted we go over to him so she can introduce herself. With what we had in mind, that wasn't a bad idea. She reaches him first, as I walk reluctantly up to him. To my relief, they were already getting acquainted. Introductions are not a favorite of mine. "Hi Jensen, I'm Georgina, but you call me Walker!" she said, as they shook hands. Walker hated her given name, and every teacher at school knew not to call her by it after the first day, or else a fit would be thrown. The name "Walker" had been her childhood cat's name, and adopted it after it died when she was 8. Yep, she was a bit of a weirdo. Jensen was very polite to her, but I could just tell he was totally checking her out. Despite being nearly 5 years older, it seemed the floodgates open when a girl comes of age. I just hoped Jensen didn't take this too far, as well as Walker herself. She was one of the hottest girls in the school, and knew it perfectly well. "So, are you curious to see my feet?" Walker asked him, batting her enormous lashes. My cousin choked up a little, and Walker giggled. "Don't worry, they don't bite. I've never met a guy interested in feet before," she continued. "Think mine will be cuter than your cousin's?" "Ok, that's enough slut," I laughed nervously, pushing her away. I glared at Jensen. "Chicken out, and you'll be packing your bags earlier, if daddy even gives you a chance to grab them." Jensen stepped back, as if I lashed out at him like a snake. He walked back to the stands, affording me my first glance at my folks, dressed head to toe in school gear. We made eye contact, as they cheered loudly for me. I smiled, waved back, then resumed my cheering duties. Just in time, our team went from 3rd and Goal to a touchdown. The crowded roared as the lead was extended soon to 52-38. October 3rd 10:12 p.m. The game was over. We'd won 59-38, a great win against a decent road team. The stands emptied out quickly, as everyone had plans afterwards at the local bars or celebrations waiting back at home. Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy The cheerleaders had everything packed up in the school, so Walker and I had to head their first. Enthusiastic Walker was bouncing off the walls after the win, still cheering as loudly as possible. I, on the other hand, was starting to feel a bit jittery. Doubts of what I was about to do slipped into my mind. Yes, I was 18, but this was also my cousin. "It's not like you're going to have sex with him," I argued to myself. Walker sensed something was up eventually, and calmed down. "Getting cold feet Brea? I thought the idea was to have hot, sweaty feet for him?" she joked. I thought the joke was dumb. "Nope, I'm going through with this," I announced. "How about you?" My best friend smiled. "Of course. He's not much to look at, but I've never had a guy play with my feet before." "Because it's gross," I stated. "I'm only doing this to humiliate him, and so should you." "Can't I enjoy humiliating him?" Walker laughed, arriving at her locker and opening it up. "Do we need to change?" I took my bag out of my locker at shut it. "Nope, stay just like this." Walker smiled. "Who wouldn't want two hot cheerleaders forcing you to lick their feet?" "What's this about licking your feet?" We nearly jump out of our skin, not noticing another cheerleader, Carrie, heading straight for us. I got along with all the cheerleader, but I didn't necessarily like Carrie very much. Not only was she stuck-up and nosy, but she had a gift (if that's what you'd call it) for turning people against each other. She was a pretty girl as well, with long, shiny brown hair and face that might get her confused for Kristen Stewart. Carrie was basically a rail. She was so skinny some thought she never ate. "We're just kidding around Carrie," Walker spoke up. Carrie raised her brow. "Really? 'Cause it almost sounded like you two were on your way to meet someone with a foot fetish." "Don't be stupid Carrie!" I laughed at her as convincingly as possible. "Kinda sounds like you'd be interested in something like that yourself, huh?" A blush came over the pretty cheerleaders face. "Absolutely not! My boyfriend thinks feet are gross, and so do I." We couldn't help but snigger. "You have a new fuckboy?" I teased. "For how long, and when do you plan on dumping him too? 1 month? 2? Going for the big 4 month commitment maybe?" Rather than answer the questions, Carrie ignored it and walked away without turning her head back once. If she had, the attractive valley girl would have noticed Walker making faces at her. "Bye Carrie, hope you find a good toe-sucker to hang with tonight!" I called out. "If you're wondering if you can get herpes from that, the answer is no!" Walker began to hold her sides, laughing out of control. "Oh man, if only she knew." Laughing initially as well, I regained my composure quickly. "Let's get this over with and hope that this does the trick." "After you bestie!" Walker said, opening the door for me. We headed back towards the stadium to find Jensen, and give him a night he'd never forget. October 3rd, 10:19 p.m. We were meeting Jensen underneath the visitor bleachers. It had become a secret hangout spot for Walker and I after games if we didn't want to go home. The best part was the abandoned tan-colored couch, out of sight behind some old equipment under a tarp. Many hours were spent back there, eating snacks, texting our friends, and talking about boys. As far as I knew, only Walker, a few other cheerleaders we told, and myself were aware of this wonderful spot. No one would be able to see us unless they went back there themselves. By the time we returned to the stadium, hardly anyone was still around, except for the clean-up crew. Even when we were noticed, they'd just smile and let us go about our business. My cousin texted me, telling me he was by the bleachers. Sure enough, I saw him standing there, looking a bit worried. The last thing Jensen wanted was to be caught worshipping two high school cheerleader's feet, especially if one of them was revealed to be his cousin. I could relate, but I again brushed my nerves off. Good thing I had spirited Walker along to keep me going. She gave him a goofy wave, then ran ahead to meet him first. I cringed in horror when she gave Jensen a kiss on the cheek, leaving a faded mark on his face. He looked just as surprised as me. "Just a little souvenir to remember me by," Walker flirted. "Don't wash that away anytime soon, ok there big boy?" "Let's get this over with," I insisted, continuing on the our destination. I basically sprinted into the bleachers, the other trying to keep up with me. Still, Walker was the first to jump onto the couch, bouncing on the slightly dirty cushions. "So can I be first Brea-Bear?!" she asked enthusiastically. "Please, please, please!!" Privately, I had no arguments to that. "Sure Walker, just don't gag him to death...yet. I want my chance." Jensen's face began to turn pale upon hearing my comment. Doubt shone in his dumb eyes, but even he was aware of the consequences of saying no. However, a part of me almost wished he'd give in and accept the alternative of potentially getting beaten by my daddy. Walker pulled off her cheerleading shoes, crossing her legs to take up most of the couch. Like myself, my best friend had sexy legs to die for. She snapped her fingers at Jensen, then indicated for him to sit at the end of the bed. He did so without uttering a word. "First things first, I want you give 'em a good rub!" Walker demanded. "Make it count, or you'll be tasting dirty sock for the rest of the night!" I looked down at Walker's socks, unable to resist making a grossed out face at the mere sight of the dirty, damp fabric. She had surely done what I'd asked. My cousin began to rub them softly, but almost immediately got a swift kick in the leg. "Take the socks off moron!" Walker laughed cruelly. "Who the hell rubs a foot with the socks still on? Haven't you dreamt of doing something like this every night of your miserable life, you sick pervert?" Jensen grew more nervous, but obeyed Walker's commands. He tugged the low-cut sock off her right foot, exposing her moist, tanned skin. Walker had smaller, elegant feet, the toes painted a neon blue color. While I questioned the strange color choice I did have to admit Walker had nicer feet than I did. No callouses, a nice arch, and they looked soft to the touch. She'd obviously got them done in preparation for homecoming. Although mom booked me a hair appointment, I foolishly never considered a pedicure. "Gonna stare at them all day, or do we need to be more persuasive?" Walker sneered, Jensen taking a bit too long admiring them. "No ma'am," he answered in a quiet, pathetic tone. "Excellent, now rub them nice and easy," she hummed, relaxing back slightly as she watched my cousin carefully. My best friend showed a dominant side of her I'd never seen before. Sure, she liked to tease boys quite a bit, but Walker was not the sort of person to demean or order others. I wondered if this was merely an act, or perhaps a different attitude of hers she hoped to explore with this chance. Making myself comfortable in another nearby chair, I simply watched as Jensen attended to Walker's feet. Soon the other sock was off, the second foot then being attended to with delicate care. Walker seemed to be enjoying the massage, as Jensen appeared to have some skill. Cheerleading can really do a number on our feet, so a good rub is awesome. Her pretty feet looked a bit sore, not to mention really sweaty. A little bit of sock fuzz clung between her big and second toe on the right foot. The clean freak in me want to swoop and pull that fuzz out of her toes, but suddenly Walker perked up from her relaxed state. "Here footboy, give 'em a nice, long smell," she said, as she forcefully stuffed her bare feet into my cousin's face. "Treat your next homecoming queen's feet like royalty deserves!" Jensen groaned in mixed surprise and possible disgust. Though Walker's feet were small, they managed to smother his nose and mouth in wet, stinky wrinkles. Her toes wiggled playfully on the nose, prompting a laugh from the ticklish cheerleader. "You're sniffing tickles," Walker laughed. "Oh my god, you love smelling my cute little toes, don't you footboy?" I could hear Jensen inhaling my friend's soles intensely, just like he did with my mom's shoes the previous night. It was some wonder that Jensen wasn't puking his stomach out, considering just how bad Walker's feet had to smell after today. If he didn't slow down, I was sure Jensen would have a nosebleed within a minute. "Enough footboy," Walker commanded. "I don't want your head completely dried up before we get to the good part." Her toes inched their way down to Jensen's open mouth. Getting the picture, he wrapped his lips around her big toe and give it a wet, noisey suck. "Oh my god, that feels so fucking weird!" she exclaimed. "Brea, you've gotta try this!" Jensen's mouth took in more of Walker's painted toes, his excessive slurping leaving drool all over her digits. Just like how he ate food, my cousin sucked toes like a messy, sloppy child. While my face twisted in disgust, Walker bit her lower lip and watched as more of her toes disappeared into his mouth. "Careful with those teeth of yours," Walker warned. "My tootsies aren't food, ya know!" Taking a hint, Jensen changed gears. He took out his long, nasty tongue and began licking Walker's wrinkled soles like melting ice cream cones. She gasped, but didn't protest at this sudden development. Instead, the redheaded cheerleader placed her feet together and let Jensen go to town on her soles. As I watched, I felt like Jensen could do much better. He came across like a sloppy child that didn't have any table manners, eating way too quickly. If he was going to do the same to my feet, then things would have to change. I gave Walker a couple of minutes to enjoy this experience, like she most certainly appeared to be. Every inch of her feet were coated in my cousin's saliva before I finally cleared my throat. "Excuse me, but I believe it's my turn now," I said sternly. "But I'm enjoying this Brea!" Walker whined. "You wouldn't even be possible if it wasn't for me!" I raised my voice. "Now move over and let me have my turn!" Walker looked bewildered, caught off guard by my tone. "Can I at least sit on the couch with you?" she said meekly. Realizing how angry I'd been, I took a deep breath and relaxed. "Sorry Walker, you didn't deserve that. Of course you can stay on the couch." Smiling at me, Walker scooched over and let me lay on the couch. As soon as my feet were dangling off the end, Jensen went straight for them. He didn't even bother untying the laces, prying the shoes straight off with little difficulty despite the extra pair of socks I wore. The outer pair was thicker, meant to insulate my second pair and the skin. I felt my feet getting all toasty that night, so I knew they'd be even sweatier than usual. Jensen next removed my second pair of socks, revealing my low cut black socks. I'd chosen these beauties because they absorbed sweat like sponges. Back when I played in junior high band, I'd have to wear them with dress shoes. Fortunately, my parents let me quit when I complained about the fact nearly all the guys would hit on me, since I was the only attractive girl in the band. "God, I can smell them from here!" Walker exclaimed, holding her nose. "Where did you get these putrid things? From a hobo?" Before I could answer her, Jensen stuff his face between my socked feet and once again commenced sniffing like a curious pooch. Walker smiled at the pathetic display in front of us, how Jensen seemingly couldn't restrain himself. A dog was literally the best comparison I could think of, since my old dog when I was a kid would bump his nose into my feet when I was the recliner, watching cartoons. He'd want attention, but might have also liked how my feet smelled too. It was sad to think of my cousin as such, but I didn't stop him either. "Take her socks off already footboy!" Walker ordered. Without a word, Jensen quickly pulled my nasty socks off, then stuck his face right back into my bare feet. Both of my big toes were slightly calloused from wearing cheerleading shoes that didn't quite fit, plus I hadn't painted my toes. Like my mom, I had slightly bigger feet (size 10, sometimes 10.5), a bit flat footed, and possibly a bit wide. Compared to Walker's, mine were quite cumbersome-looking, but Walker had another opinion. "Now that I think about it, you do have some cute feet Brea," Walker said, staring at them with interest. "So how do your cousin's feet smell, footboy?" Jensen paused to answer. "Incredible." "See girlie, he likes your feet!" Walker exclaimed. "Now just tell him what to do. He's at your mercy." I wasn't too pleased by that answer. This was supposed to demoralize him, sure, but also make him hate this. He seemed to be enjoying this though. Despite how gross both our feet were, Jensen was totally good with everything thrown at him thus far. Just the thought made me sick to my stomach. Walker noticed my discomfort and whispered to me. "Relax, just have some fun with this. It feels better than you'd imagine." "But this wasn't the plan!" I insisted quietly. "This was supposed to make him hate feet, not feed his creepy fetish!" "So what? Think of this as plan B," she laughed. "You did sorta yell at me for your chance anyway, so do what you think will turn this around." Giving up, I brought my attention back to my cousin. "Jensen, that's enough smelling, you pathetic horn dog!" Jensen stopped as order and stared blankly at me, waiting for further instructions. I wasn't too sure what to say, what to think. My plan was about to be ruined, and I felt like there was no way out. "Tickle her feet!" Walker commanded, grabbing me by the waist to hold me down. I couldn't get a single word off before my feet were molested by a hand on each sole, tickling my sensitive skin. Walker put her hand over my mouth to muzzle me, as I began to laugh like a hyena. My face was already turning bright red, as Jensen tickled close to the toes. Apparently he remembered from our tickle fights as kids that I was extremely touchy at that spot. This torture continued for a couple agonizing minutes. I seriously thought I was about to pee myself, until Walker decided I had enough. "I think she's about to burst footboy," she told him. "Give her a break." The moment relief hit me, I took a huge sigh. Tickling has never been a favorite of mine, and this certainly didn't make me happy. Walker was starting to piss me off a little, so it was high time she got a taste of her own medicine. "Jensen, do the same to this bitch's feet now!!" I yelled. Poor Walker also didn't have time to react, as Jensen pounced on her feet, and myself on top of her. She struggled in vain to get loose, and soon started sniggering. Allegedly, Walker wasn't very ticklish. We were about to find out if that was true or not. While Jensen tickled the shit out of Walker's cute, wrinkled soles, I drew my fingers her sides. She instantly folded her arms, trying to prevent me from getting in. With my butt on her legs and Jensen's strong arms holding her feet, she couldn't stop my cousin from his assault. "How do you like that cunt?" I teased her. "Think it's funny now?" Tears were starting to swell around her big, beautiful eyes, her defenses dropping rapidly. I was soon able to get my hands under them to poke at her apparent weak spot. I didn't realize this was a bluff, as her arms reached around and then corralled me closer to her. At first, I thought she was going to give me a big bear hug, but then her mouth inched closer to mine. Jensen stopped for a moment to inspect what was going on. I wasn't too sure myself, until Walker abruptly kissed me on the lips. Her hands caressed my lower back lovingly but tightly, near the fringes of my skirt. I'd never been kissed by a girl, not like this. "Holy shit, my best friend is kissing me!" was all that was flashing in my mind. Jensen was forgotten for a moment. Walker's tongue probed my lips, waiting to be let in. I was completely caught off guard by her sudden affection. Should I go with it? What the hell would I say? My body answered for me, letting my lips part and warmly welcomed Walker's tongue with my own. I realized my eyes were still open, while Walker's were closed. She was enjoying this, and honestly I was too. I closed my own and kissed back, letting my legs fall between hers. I wasn't too surprised to learn that Walker was a phenomenal kisser. Her lips were soft, while her tongue was forceful. My arms found her waist as I gave it a soft squeeze. I'd kissed boys before, who felt rougher and all about getting that tongue down to my tonsils. Walker wasn't trying to gag me, but rather be tender to me. The kiss did break off, to my disappointment. When I opened my eyes, Walker was smiling. "You liked that, didn't you?" Walker giggled. She looked over at Jensen. "Hope you don't think you're out of the woods just yet bucko. Brea, ready to have your feet worshipped?" "Fine, do whatever," I admitted defeat. "Just kiss me, damn it!" And Walker did just so, as I drew myself in this time. As our lips locked, Jensen's mouth found my sweaty, hot toes and gave them each a long sucking. I was again surprised to find that I genuinely enjoyed the wet feeling on my toes, but not necessarily the touch of his teeth. "And don't bite!" I yelled back, then kissing my friend down her neck. Jensen's tongue traced it's way up my soles slowly, which was to my liking. Seeing him rush through Walker made me consider that I was the intended main course in his mind, and Walker was just an appetizer. I wasn't sure to be flattered, or disgusted that he'd be more interested in his own family's feet than a total stranger's pretty peds. He didn't ignore Walker's feet for long though. Our feet were basically scrunched together, so he started alternating between our young toes and soles. Every Time he'd suck on my toes, I'd moan in delight. I wasn't quite sure which was turning me on more; kissing Walker, or the feeling of a wet tongue wrapping around my toes. It wasn't just Jensen playing with my feet. Walker had a little footsie fun with them as well, prompting a few girlish giggles between kisses. There were times where she'd try to pull of my uniform, but I'd stay her hand and kiss her harder. I wasn't about to get naked in front of my cousin, that was for sure. God knows how long we stayed like this, but eventually my legs were tired of this position and Walker was starting to feel a bit crushed from being under me for so long. I rolled off and laid next to her, putting my feet up next to hers. Jensen continued to take the opportunity to suck on our luscious toes side by side now. I began to wish I had painted my toes a bright color like Walker did, like hot pink. Several of my smaller toes could fit into Jensen's mouth at once, but he mostly concentrated on my bigger toes. Watching him taking them in his mouth wasn't as pleasant as the feeling itself, but I was beginning to love the wet sensation engulfing my piggies. When he got in between the toes with his tongue was the greatest, and most relaxing part. The best way I'd describe it is a wet, ultra soft massage that's more about the feel than the pressure. My cousin stood up for the majority of this dual worship, and right off the bat I could tell he was hard. As disappointing as he was already, his joke of a boner didn't help. Sure, Walker and I noticed his boner, but there seemed to be little to see but a very slight bulge. Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy "How you holding up down there footboy?" Walker teased. "Getting hard sucking two high school girl's toes? Aren't you the biggest pervert I've ever seen." As he had all night, Jensen didn't say anything back. It almost seemed like he enjoyed being talked down to. If I wasn't relishing having my toes sucked on so passionately, I'd probably insist on backing down then. But Walker had other ideas. "Alright then, pull 'em down," Walker ordered. That's when I got nervous again. "What are you doing? I said no sex, remember?" I stated harshly. "Relax, I'm not having that thing-," she pointed to his feeble dick coming out of his pants, "-inside of me. I'm just going to give him a little reward." Instead, she began rubbing both her feet against his hard-on clumsily. Though Walker's feet are tiny, they looked giant compared to my cousin's junk, thus she had trouble sliding her saliva-wet soles on around the hairy shaft. Jensen looked both flabbergasted and turned on, standing perfectly still. I just laid there and watched as my best friend foot-fucked my cousin, not interested in getting involved. Walker looked focused as she tried to get a good grip of Jensen's cock. Every time she did, it'd slip away and her feet would have to start all over again. "Maybe you should try with your soles facing up," I suggested. She gave it a try, moving her legs of the couch and squishing her soles against his cock. It did certainly worked better, but it still looked harder than it needed to be. Walker's arches were too high to really hold on for long. "Move over," I sighed. "I'll get this done quick." I never wanted to jack off my own cousin, but I did want to try my hand at a footjob. Swiftly getting into the position as Walker did, I started out going slower and more deliberate. My soles and toes started to scrunch up, as my flatter, wider feet basically sandwiched Jensen's cock. It seemed effective, as he moaned louder and I could feel him getting even harder still. "Cum on me, and I'll kill you!" I warned him. "Tell me when you're about to blow." He acknowledged with a grunt, then grabbed my ankle to help guide my feet. I was able to go faster, thanks to this. Walker suddenly leaned near me and whispered to me. "This is really hot," she said. "I like watching you jack off a guy. You have sexy feet, by the way. Be my homecoming date tomorrow?" I smiled. "Anything for you babycakes," I said, planting a peek on her lips. Then, I went back to concentrating on my first ever footjob. My legs would cramp up anytime soon, and I wanted this over with before that happened. Fortunately, his balls had been building up for awhile, so it didn't take long for Jensen's moans to turn to raspy gasps. I bit my lower lip, as I gave my legs one more burst of energy. The sound of skin on skin rang in chorus with Jensen's panting. His dry ball sack smacked against my ankles, and it began to rather sting. Finally, Jensen stopped and stepped back. "Where should I do this?!" he begged. "In the corner loser!" Walker directed sharply. "No way you're cumming anywhere near our gorgeous selves." I swore I heard a disappointed groan escape his lips, but Jensen did as he was told, stroked himself a few times, then ejaculated all over the concrete floor. For such a tiny penis, he sure had a lot of pent-up cum to let loose. I'd be impressed, if he wasn't my own flesh and blood. "Well, that was interesting," Walker humorously put. "I think my legs are about to fall off," I groaned, still lying on the couch. "Here sexy thang, let me help you up," Walker helped me sit back down, then looked at Jensen. "Put your fucking pants back on before someone sees you dumbass!" October 3rd 10:48 p.m. After some feeling returned to my legs, Walker and I put our shoes back on (no socks) and proceeded to walk out with my cousin. I somewhat leaned on Walker as we made our way out the gates. She'd look at me every few seconds, a different kind of playfulness in her eyes. Something told me things between us were about to change, hopefully for the better. I wasn't sure things would be better in regards to Jensen. A promise was a promise, so I wouldn't be telling my folks about the shoe incident, or our wild night, as long as he kept away from mom's footwear. He had this dumb grin on his face, as I made eye contact with him. Something told me he had something sick swimming through his perverted mind. "Whatever it is, don't even think about it," I warned. His grin disappeared, as he lowered his head in shame. However, I couldn't help but grin myself. I'd never admit it, but this had been quite fun after all. Jensen's fetish wasn't going away anytime soon, but that wasn't such a bad thing. After all, someone had to worship my feet now that I was just a wee bit hooked.