I came home the other day and thought the house was empty but when I turned into the living room I found my sister in law in sleep on our oversided beanbag in front of the fire….not an unusual place to find her, but typical someone else is home at the time.
She was asleep as i walked into the room, and after looking around for anyone else who might be there, decided to just let her sleep.
However, as she was laying flat on her stomach I did take the opportunity to have a look.
She has a small frame, but a shapely body, and laying as she was I had the best view I could hope for, for the time being.
I’m not sure if I let slip with a “daaaaamn” or not, but apparantly she woke and noticed me in the glass of the fireplace and caught me staring at her.
I didn’t notice at first, but then our eyes met in the glass she grinned from ear to ear as I blushed just as much.
“Hey”….she said.
“hi”
Rolling over, she stretched out and as we started chatting about nothing, I sat down on the chair just at her feet.
After a long break in the talk, I again probably let slip with “you have such tiny feet”, and in reaction she started moving them around in unison, pointing them this way and that.
“Do you like?”
I nod.
“I haven’t had a pedicure in a while”.
“How much are they?”
“About $30 where I go, why?”
Immediately my hand is in my pocket pulling out $30 and handing it to her.
Again, that smile.
“Thanks. What color would you like them to be?”
“Iono”
“Well, if you’re paying you should get to pick”.
“Red”.
“Done….thanks!”
“Can you grab my socks?” She points to the couch at a pair of those tennis socks, minus the pompoms.
I comply.
“Put them on me?” she said pointing her toes in the air.
This was not the tone of a brat, nor a command, but a legitimate inquiry to see what I was willing to do.
We looked at each other for a bit, and hoping that I understood what I saw, slid down onto my knees at the end of the bean bag (the foot end!), and craddled her feet as I put her socks back on.
Nothing so much as to get in trouble if we were “caught”…heck I was just putting her socks on for her, but far more was implied in the act.
She cooed a bit as women do, stretched out her arms over her head, enjoying the attention (and service) at her feet, and smiled.
“Thanks.”
“Of course. May I get up now?”
She waited, looked at me there for a while, back at the fire, then me again as she wiggle her feet back and forth, rubbing them together to warm them up.
She swung herself around as best she could and sat up (beanbags not being the most graceful thing to get out of).
“Yes, and help me up.”
Again, not pushy, not bratty, just inquisatively.
Pushing myself up off the floor I offered her my hands, which she met with her fingers as I pulled her to her tiny little feet.
She stood there breifly, adjusting her now crooked leggings, standing a foot shorter than myself.
“Thanks. And thanks for the pedicure. Will you be home this weekend to show you? I mean, will you both be here? Like do you guys have plans or something?”, she stammered.
“If you tell me you’ll be here, I will be too.”
“Good. Ok. I’ll, umm….see you then. Me and my 10 red toes.”
“I can’t wait.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aek41u/the_start_of_somethingmf4_sisterinlaw
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