Lime Green Flip Flops
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
gooberg
“Y-you could buy those flip-flips, I guess…” Phil muttered, his attention split between the assortment of footwear and Becky’s soft finger poking at his torso.
“What was that, Phil? I didn’t hear you.”
“I said I want you to buy those flip-flops!” He yelled, embarrassed by what he was forced to say.
Becky grinned widely, amused by her itty-bitty brother’s choice. “So, you wanna see my feet all the time, huh?” She moves her foot closer and wiggles her toes in Phil’s face. He blushed and looked down, but his body was pleasantly warm all the same. “I’m flattered, little bro! If you love ‘em so much, I’ve got good news for you: you’re gonna be with ‘em a LOT more from now on. You can count on that.” She gave him a look that was something between a smirk and a genuine smile. Phil’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t know what to feel about this. I mean, she’s my own sister, for Christ’s sake! Only a complete sicko would enjoy this!
His thoughts were interrupted when Becky spoke. “Hop in my old sneakers, bro. I gotta carry both shoes, ya know? Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll still get some mileage in ‘em.” She winks, then pushes Phil towards her sneakers with her pointer finger. The tip of it brushed against his buttocks, the alien feeling sending a discomfortingly nice quiver down his spine.
He leapt up onto the lowest point of Becky’s shoe, near where here ankles would’ve been. As he hoists himself over the edge of the opening, a pungent smack of leather, sweat, and unwashed feet invaded his nostrils. He shivered, feeling a tingling sensation in his crotch. Was he already this attracted to her feet?
He carefully climbs down into the interior of the beat-up sneakers, immersing his body in the hot, humid atmosphere within. The smell is no less potent than at the rim; Phil felt himself beginning to sweat the moment he set foot in here. He made his trek across the insole, his feet sinking into the damp material. He had noticed it many times before when his sister forced him into these shoes, but he could never forget the large indent where Becky’s foot rested, looking almost like a footprint you’d make at the beach. It was substantially darker than the rest of the material, and he was sure it smelled worse, too.
Without warning, Becky picked up her worn-out converse and the sandals Phil suggested, tipping the shoe over and sending him tumbling down to the toe end. While his body took the brunt of the fall, his face was plunged into the insole. His nose was touching the indent of her second toe. Of his own volition, he took a deep whiff.
His olfactory senses were assaulted on all sides by the potent tang of Becky’s sweaty feet, pounded into these insoles over the course of 4 years. Phil felt like someone punched him in the side of the head; he was almost drunk off the smell! His penis hardened as he dug his body into the imprint, his mind addled with footlust. As his sister walked to the changing room, the movement of her arms jumbled the shoes. Phil was pushed even further into the fabric, getting as close as he could to her foot without being enveloped in her creamy soles themselves.
Eventually, the motion stopped. The shoe Phil was in was lowered gently to the floor, falling sideways on the other converse. He jostled around the interior until he finally managed to crawl out onto the floor. He looked up at his sister, who was sitting down on the bench across from him. His gaze trailed down from her excited face, then to her chest, then all the way down to the soles he had his first sexual experience with.
Even without the gentle guidance of Becky’s sweat-slicked foot flesh, Phil felt himself getting even harder. Her soles stretched out in front of him. “Ready to be up close and personal with these beauties again?” Becky splayed her toes in front of him, teasing him even more. He didn’t even care enough to be embarrassed; instead, he was entrance by the rhythmic movement of his sister’s digits. To the surprise of both of them, he walked up to her big toe and hugged it, taking in the stale scent of her sweat.
It was Becky’s turn to blush. “Aww, does my cute widdle brother love my feet?” she put her hands to her cheeks, both mocking him and showing appreciation for his service. Phil’s only response was to nuzzle up to the pad of her toe and give it a big kiss, a dollop of sweat beading around his lips and plunking into his mouth. The salty taste was surprisingly refreshing, so he decided to cover the toe in more kisses, even adding a bit of tongue in. Becky shivers, feeling hot over the fact that she won over her brother so easily.
“Alright, you eager beaver, there’s more time for that later. Right now, I want you to tell me how these look on me!” She grabs the flip-flops from the changing room bench, laying them down on the floor next to her feet. Scooching to the side, she moves her feet away from her teeny brother, and shoving them into the potential buys. Just as quickly, her sandal-clad feet move back in front of her little brother, her toes wiggling at him through the straps.
Phil thinks…
“What was that, Phil? I didn’t hear you.”
“I said I want you to buy those flip-flops!” He yelled, embarrassed by what he was forced to say.
Becky grinned widely, amused by her itty-bitty brother’s choice. “So, you wanna see my feet all the time, huh?” She moves her foot closer and wiggles her toes in Phil’s face. He blushed and looked down, but his body was pleasantly warm all the same. “I’m flattered, little bro! If you love ‘em so much, I’ve got good news for you: you’re gonna be with ‘em a LOT more from now on. You can count on that.” She gave him a look that was something between a smirk and a genuine smile. Phil’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t know what to feel about this. I mean, she’s my own sister, for Christ’s sake! Only a complete sicko would enjoy this!
His thoughts were interrupted when Becky spoke. “Hop in my old sneakers, bro. I gotta carry both shoes, ya know? Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll still get some mileage in ‘em.” She winks, then pushes Phil towards her sneakers with her pointer finger. The tip of it brushed against his buttocks, the alien feeling sending a discomfortingly nice quiver down his spine.
He leapt up onto the lowest point of Becky’s shoe, near where here ankles would’ve been. As he hoists himself over the edge of the opening, a pungent smack of leather, sweat, and unwashed feet invaded his nostrils. He shivered, feeling a tingling sensation in his crotch. Was he already this attracted to her feet?
He carefully climbs down into the interior of the beat-up sneakers, immersing his body in the hot, humid atmosphere within. The smell is no less potent than at the rim; Phil felt himself beginning to sweat the moment he set foot in here. He made his trek across the insole, his feet sinking into the damp material. He had noticed it many times before when his sister forced him into these shoes, but he could never forget the large indent where Becky’s foot rested, looking almost like a footprint you’d make at the beach. It was substantially darker than the rest of the material, and he was sure it smelled worse, too.
Without warning, Becky picked up her worn-out converse and the sandals Phil suggested, tipping the shoe over and sending him tumbling down to the toe end. While his body took the brunt of the fall, his face was plunged into the insole. His nose was touching the indent of her second toe. Of his own volition, he took a deep whiff.
His olfactory senses were assaulted on all sides by the potent tang of Becky’s sweaty feet, pounded into these insoles over the course of 4 years. Phil felt like someone punched him in the side of the head; he was almost drunk off the smell! His penis hardened as he dug his body into the imprint, his mind addled with footlust. As his sister walked to the changing room, the movement of her arms jumbled the shoes. Phil was pushed even further into the fabric, getting as close as he could to her foot without being enveloped in her creamy soles themselves.
Eventually, the motion stopped. The shoe Phil was in was lowered gently to the floor, falling sideways on the other converse. He jostled around the interior until he finally managed to crawl out onto the floor. He looked up at his sister, who was sitting down on the bench across from him. His gaze trailed down from her excited face, then to her chest, then all the way down to the soles he had his first sexual experience with.
Even without the gentle guidance of Becky’s sweat-slicked foot flesh, Phil felt himself getting even harder. Her soles stretched out in front of him. “Ready to be up close and personal with these beauties again?” Becky splayed her toes in front of him, teasing him even more. He didn’t even care enough to be embarrassed; instead, he was entrance by the rhythmic movement of his sister’s digits. To the surprise of both of them, he walked up to her big toe and hugged it, taking in the stale scent of her sweat.
It was Becky’s turn to blush. “Aww, does my cute widdle brother love my feet?” she put her hands to her cheeks, both mocking him and showing appreciation for his service. Phil’s only response was to nuzzle up to the pad of her toe and give it a big kiss, a dollop of sweat beading around his lips and plunking into his mouth. The salty taste was surprisingly refreshing, so he decided to cover the toe in more kisses, even adding a bit of tongue in. Becky shivers, feeling hot over the fact that she won over her brother so easily.
“Alright, you eager beaver, there’s more time for that later. Right now, I want you to tell me how these look on me!” She grabs the flip-flops from the changing room bench, laying them down on the floor next to her feet. Scooching to the side, she moves her feet away from her teeny brother, and shoving them into the potential buys. Just as quickly, her sandal-clad feet move back in front of her little brother, her toes wiggling at him through the straps.
Phil thinks…
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