If you’re reading this then you’re probably not looking to be bored with endless details about my, or my families’ lives. I imagine you’re wanting to dive right into the juicy details of what went on between my sister and I. First, however, some background is needed. I’m 19, and my older sister is 23. We’ve always had a decent relationship for siblings, and I think of her fondly. Although after recent events, I may think about her too fondly.
I have a huge fascination with feet, I’ve fantasised about them from a young age, and I spent hours as a teenager looking at pictures of beautiful soles and toes online. Ever since I was a teenager I would spy glances of my sister, Jasmines’, feet. Her soles were beautiful and shapely, with a pale and peachy hue to them. Her toes were usually painted a cute sky blue and they too were perfect in my eyes, not too slender, and just perfectly round enough that you could picture sucking on them all night long. Needless to say, I had many erections around her. Whenever we’d sit on the couch late at night, she would have her feet up near me, and I would stare at her soles, dying to taste them.