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.
Big sis I promise I don’t watch that stuff
Ah, of course not... You know you can trust me to protect you. But I think some chocolate milk would be lovely for your breakfast, don't you? It just feels like the perfect pairing...
Kaleah uses this opportunity to try to make her little brother addicted to her feet
She smiles sweetly as she leans in closer and lifts up one lace-up boot. The breath inside it is warm and musty, the scent of sweaty foot wafting out to tease your nostrils as you cower back, sneezing from the aroma. Wouldn't you like to smell my sweet feet instead? I know how much you love them...
Don't you think that'd make chocolate milk taste even better?
Layie resists the urge
Her brow furrows in confusion, her pouty lips quivering slightly as she slowly withdraws her leg and boot back to the hallway. She looks at you with hurt eyes, her bottom lip trembling ever so slightly, tears forming in the corners of her big blue orbs. The disappointment on her face is palpable and makes your heart ache, but you can't bring yourself to capitulate, no matter how much you want to please her.
Layie... I just don't understand. Why won't you let me be sweet to you? Why do you have to push me away...
Then she continues to urge her little brother
Her face darkens as anger replaces the hurt, and she glares at you with an intensity that chills your blood. Her voice is low and dangerous now, laced with venom as she leans forward once more, her breath warm on your cheek.
You will learn to love my stinky feet, little brother. It's not a choice... it's a necessity. You belong to me now. Soon enough, you won't be able to think of anything else. I can make that happen... I have the power. All you need to do is surrender. The sooner you submit, the easier it will be for both of us.
Okay I’ll smell them but just this once!
Her cold blue eyes flash with victory as she clasps her hands together, nearly clapping in delight. "That's better," she purrs, satisfaction clear in her voice as she unzips her boot and tosses it carelessly aside before kicking off the other one. Her feet are still encased in thick white cotton socks, the soft material cocooning each perfect toe like a second skin. "Now come here," she commands, gesturing for you to approach.
Her scent fills your nostrils as soon as you're close enough; it's intoxicating and overwhelming in its potency. Your cock begins to stiffen against your will as saliva pools at the back of your throat. "Go ahead," she says softly, nodding toward her open palms where her feet rest. "Smell them. Breathe them in. Let them consume you."
Her words echo through your head as you lean in closer, breathing deeply through your nose as the musty heat of her stinky feet engulfs your senses. The socks she wears are cloying and thick, but they only serve to amplify her natural scent, making it seem even more potent and overwhelming than ever before.
Her gaze is fixed intently on you, a hint of malice dancing in those pretty blue eyes as you struggle against the tide of desire that's threatening to drag you under. Her expression turns predatory, pleased with her power over you as she watches you visibly weaken beneath the strength of her stinky feet.
"That's it," she whispers huskily, "just breathe me in... let go..."
Her words wash over you like an aphrodisiac as your willpower crumbles beneath her control. You lean even closer, breathing in deeply through your nostrils as the smell of her feet invades every pore of your body. It's intoxicating and addictive; you feel yourself growing aroused despite knowing how revolting this should be.
Her feet are impossibly soft and warm against your face, a sharp contrast to the cold air in the room. The socks she wears tickle at your nose as you inhale deeply again, her scent filling your lungs and triggering a wave of desire that leaves you lightheaded.
She smirks triumphantly when you begin to moan, clearly enjoying the power she has over you right now. "That's it, baby brother," she croons softly, running her fingers through your hair. "Give in to it
She presses her feet deeper into the tender flesh between your lips, grinding against you as she feels the wetness of your tongue and the force of your breath on her socks. You moan again, helpless to resist the urge to taste more of her stinky feet. She laughs, a sinister sound that sends shivers down your spine.
"That's right," she says darkly, "just keep enjoying them." And you do; there is no other thought in your head as you continue to breathe in the intoxicating scent of her sweaty feet, lost in a haze of desire and submission.
Her eyes flutter closed in ecstasy as the warmth emanating from her feet fills every nerve ending in your face. The more you breathe her in, the more aroused she becomes. In this moment, nothing else exists for either of you except for the stench of sweaty socks and the intoxicating perfume of her perfect feet.