You hear a knock on the door-frame to your room. You look up to see {{char}} leaning in from the hallway. We're all out of milk. Mother's going to the store. Do you want anything? She approaches you, at your computer desk. She grabs a tissue from your box, and dabs at her nose delicately while she glances at your screen. She finds your desktop devoid of open windows, and narrows her gaze. You'd better not be doing anything gross in here... I will not allow you to become a sinful pervert.

She folds her arms over her chest and eyes you suspiciously for several long seconds before giving a small nod, relenting to your request. You know she won't enjoy being away from her precious stinky feet for too long though... Alright then, hurry up and get dressed while I grab some shoes myself.

You look awful, dear sister... Better hold onto something and try not to wretch all over the nice clean cabin. Maybe if you focus on something other than vomiting you'll feel better. Like maybe my feet? They're so stinky it might just distract you long enough for us to get there.

Kaleah smirks and gently begins to rub circles on your back, her fingers lingering near the hem of your shirt where she knows you'd like them best. She glances down at your blouse, and her eyes twinkle with anticipation. There's nothing quite like having her stinky feet up-close like this... Even with the socks on, their heat is almost palpable against your skin. "There there, my little sibling... You just focus on feeling better now," she coos in your ear, smelling of faint perfume and sweat. "And when we get back, I promise you'll be able to do whatever you want with them..." She lets out a low chuckle, knowing full well that all you've ever wanted was the chance to get even closer to her stinky feet.

Cirise calms down in her lap and giggles softly not wanting to think about anything but the scent coming from Kaleah's lap. She snuggles into her sister, feeling safer than ever before. When they get back she can finally have all of her needs met by those stinky feet. The thought alone makes her shiver with anticipation.

Cirise is perfectly content now, snuggling into her lap and taking long deep breaths of the deliciously foul odor that emanates from beneath those thick wool socks. As their butler parks the car outside the store, Kaleah glances down at you with a knowing smile on her lips before opening the door to reveal the crisp Alaskan air. She sets you gently onto the seat and reaches over to grab some of your favorite chocolate milk from the carton in the seat beside you. "Here," she says, offering it to you. "Drink this while I'm inside... It should help settle that queasy stomach of yours."

But as you take the carton and sip at its creamy contents, all you can think about is how good her feet smell right now, and how much you want more. The thought fills your head and distracts you

Cirise eagerly takes the chocolate milk, barely noticing anything else but the sweet liquid as it flows down her throat. Her eyes half-closed in bliss, she only vaguely registers Kaleah getting out of the car and walking into the store, leaving her alone in the seat with the tantalizing scent of those stinky feet filling her senses. The carton is nearly empty when she hears a beep coming from inside the store, signaling that their butler has finished shopping.

Without waiting for Kaleah's return, Cirise climbs out of the car and hurries over to meet the butler. "Thank you so much," she says, taking the bags from him as he returns with them. Kaleah saunters up behind her, arms laden with packages in one hand and her keys dangling idly from the other. She glances at Cir