My Brother's Fetish, Part 7
(Posted on Tuesday, October 10, 2000)
This story was submitted by Soly.

The morning when I woke up It was almost noon. I almost forgot that my girlfriends had planned to go to the park. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Then I walked back to my room. The phone in my room rang. It was Shannon.

"Good morning," I told her.

"What morning? It's almost noon. You must have slept late." She told me. "Lisa called me and said she doesn't want to go to the park because it's too hot outside, so we decided to go to the mall instead." She explained.

"Lisa decided to go, huh." I said. "And of course we don't have a choice"

Shannon explained, "I told her that the park is much closer than the mall, but she didn't care."

As Shannon spoke, I heard a noise from the kitchen. It was my brother. "I will ask my brother to drive us there." I told her.

"That would be great." She replied. "So Lisa and I will come to your house in an hour." She hung up the phone and I began to get ready.

I opened my closet and got my favorite t-shirt. It was a white t-shirt with a big red heart printed on the front. The sleeves were cut off, so my shoulders were exposed. As Lisa had suggsted to me earlier, I wore it over my push-up bra. I got my short silver tights pants and put them on. The tight pants were short, but not enough (according to Lisa), so I used my hand to shorten them more by rolling the bottoms up. That really make then look like sexy hot pants.

The reason that I ever started getting dressed up so sexily is because of Lisa. She was the one who told me that it was the best way to catch guys. It was a great way to tease them. Of course when my parents were home or I was in school, I dressed differently.

Lisa's interest in boys started when she was only twelve years old. For me, it took two more years. Uusually I completed my sexy look by wearing my white Keds sneakers, but this time I wanted things to be different.

I called out to my brother, "Robert. Come here." There was no answer. I called more loudly. "Robert, come here now!" Even though my brother's name is Robert, everyone calls him Rob.

My brother finally came out and said, "What do you want sis, and what about the Robert thing?"

I slapped him on the face and said, "Haven't I told you not to call out to me like that and to respect me, or have you forgotten about last night?"

"Chill out sis," He answered back. "Last night was a game and we both enjoyed it."

That really made me angry. I slapped him on the face and with my knee, I kicked him in the balls. He was very surprised and fell to the floor. Before he reached to protect his balls with his hand, I kicked him again, but even harder than before. "I will show you what a game is." I screamed out to him. Then I kicked him in the stomach. "The only game here is you and it's my game!" I kicked him again in the stomach. "I told you how to treat me. Like your queen!"

My brother was lying on the floor. His body was all curled up and he could hardly breathe. I reached over to his head and put my left foot on his neck and pushed it down hard. My brother could barely breathe. "I told you what to do!"

"All right, all right." He said. I pushed my foot down on his neck even harder. "All right. I'll do what you told me Princess Soly. I will do anything you want."

"Very good." I told him. "That's very good to know. Let's see if you'll really do what I want. Remove your hands from your balls and spread your legs."

My brother hesitated at first, but then he spread his legs and said, "What are you going to do to me?" Instead of answering, I gave him a kick in his balls. He jumped and closed his legs again, putting his hands back over them for protection. "I told you to to keep your legs spread" I yelled at him. "Don't make me angry!"

He spread his legs again. I could tell from the look on his face that he was in a lot of large pain, but of course I didn't care all that much because I knew deep down that he got off on it. So I kicked him again and again and again until he almost fainted from the pain. I reached out to his head again and put my feet on his mouth. "From now on you will never call me Soly, but Princess Soly. Now lick my feet or I will kick you again!"

At this point my brother obeyed me immediately. He started to lick my feet. "I want you to drive me and the gals to the mall." I told him as he continued licking my feet.

"Yes Princess. Your wish is my command." He said. I was getting bored from this, so I ordered him to stop. Then I moved my feet and shoved my middle toes into his nose. I moved my feet forward, pushing my toes deep into his nose and then I lowered my soles and put him on his mouth so that no air could get in. After a short while, he started to choke and his face turned blue, so I stopped and removed my feet.

"Suck my toes!" I ordered him. "I don’t want to see any dirt on them!" He obeyed and cleaned my toes throughly. Even in between my toes. "Very good." I told him. "Now follow me to Mom's room." I commanded. My brother was about to get up when I said, "What do you think you're doing? I didn't allow to stand."

My brother got down again and started to walk on his fours like a dog. "No you don't." I told him. "It will take a lot of time before you will be my dog." I said. "You are nothing more than a worm to me, so you better crawl like a worm." I told him. My brother got down on the floor and started to crawl using his hand and knees. "Faster!" I commanded. "I don't want to wait." He moved faster and we got to my parents room.

I decided to wear one off my mother's high heel shoes. I opened my mother's shoe drawer to see the many shoes that she had, but most of them were flat heel shoes. I search some more and then found a 4 inch black high heel shoe. I told my brother, "Bring me the black shoe." He did as he was told. Then I commented, "Now look how dirty they are. Before I put them on my royal feet, they should be clean."

He started to clean them with his tongue. By now he had lost any will of his own. "Suck the heels." I told him. He put one heel into his mouth and started to suck it. "Deeper!" I told him, so he put it all into his mouth. After a few moments I asked him, "Now what size are these shoes?"

"They are size 5 my Princess." He answered. It was too bad for me because even though my mom and I were the same height, my feet size was bigger as a size 6. I knew I couldn't  wear these shoes because they were too small. I looked in the drawer again and saw a pair of white high heeled platform shoes. These shoes were open in the front, so I knew that they could fit my feet.

I told my brother, "Bring me the white platform shoes." He obeyed. "Now put them on my feet!"

He raised my left foot and put it on his shoulder. Then he took the right shoe and said, "My Princess, please raise your right foot." I raised my right foot and he put the shoe on very gently. He did the same for my left foot as well. The shoes were really nice. They had 5 inch heels. I started to walk around the room. I felt very sexy with them and knew that from now on, I would wear only high heel shoes even though I didn't have any. I knew that my mom gave my brother $120 for the weekend to buy fast food (we didn't cook much), and for other things, too. I told my brother, "Bring your money with you. I will need new shoes."

My brother said, "Yes Princess. Can I go and get the money?"

I allowed him and said, "I will wait in the living room. The gals are about to be here."

After a few moments my brother came back. I was sitting on the sofa and he kneeled before me. "My Princess, I brought the money." He gave me the money and stated to kiss my shoes.

I looked at the money. There was almost $1000! "Where did all of this money come from?" I asked him.

"I saved some money to buy a car." He told me. I knew my brother wanted car more than anything.

Even though my parents could afford to buy him a car, my father told him that he should get the money himself. My father had always said that a man should rely only on himself and not others. I knew that my brother worked a part-time job as a delivery boy in order to save that money and that he had given it to me without hesitation. I knew then that, unlike a simple man, I wouldn't have to work hard to get things. After all, Princesses always get what they want.