Chapter Three - Donna's Sleeping Feet
(Posted on Saturday, June 16, 2001)
This story was submitted by Michael J. Heard (Mike).

To read the 1st part of this story, click Chapter One - The Early Years

It was the summer of 1980 and my foot fetish was growing stronger than ever. Donna was seventeen that summer and her big, plump, soft feet looked so awesome. One afternoon Donna returned from shopping and she was wearing a brand new pair of Bass brand leather sandals. These were the style with thin leather straps that criss-crossed over the foot.

Donna's plump size tens in those sandals made my dick instantly hard. I thought to myself, "I need those sandals!" Up to this point, only Renee knew of my fetish. Things would rapidly change after this year.

That night after Donna was asleep, I snuck into her room and crawled the floor in search of those sandals. I found those wonderful sandals by her bed. I laid down with them and began to play. I put the sandals against the bulge in my shorts and began to masturbate. It felt so wonderful. Donna's clock radio offered enough light so that I could make out some objects in the room. I looked up toward the bed and saw Donna's big soles dangling off of the edge. I moved closer to the bed so that I could look up and see them. Suddenly her soles pulled back under the covers as she repositioned herself. I then began concentrating on her sandals as I was intent upon fucking them to orgasm.

A few minutes later I glanced back up to see if Donna's feet were visible. I looked up and saw Donna's face looking right back at me. I won't lie. I was scared shitless. I was only 5'11" and 165 lbs., but Donna was 6' and was significantly heavier. I just knew that she was about to kill me. I froze as I looked up into the curious eyes of my intimidating younger sister.

"I am sorry, Donna," I began to plead.

"Shhhhh!" She whispered as she motioned me up onto the bed.

I had no idea what to expect. I didn't know what she was about to do. Donna is a very outspoken and determined woman. I knew that I was at her mercy. I don't understand why I feared her as she was always very sweet toward me. As I stood up, she whispered to me, "Hand me my sandals."

I was shaking as I got into bed with my sister. She asked me to get under the covers with her and I did without an argument. Donna and I laid there for a moment and just silently looked at each other. Then I felt her large soft hand on my dick. She began to gently masturbate me as she placed her sandals on the pillow in front of my face.

"What's the matter, Mike?" she asked.

"I thought you were going to kill me!" I responded.

"Shhhh!" She replied, "Of course not silly. I want to help you cum."

I began to kiss and lick the straps of Donna's sandals as she masturbated me under the covers. Then she stopped and pulled her feet up to my dick. I reached down and took hold of her feet. They were cool to the touch as well as being soft as butter. I placed my rock-hard member between her arches and began to fuck her feet hard. My fingers wrapped around her feet and I began to feel the soft wrinkled skin of her soles. This was great. Donna then leaned forward and planted a firm wet kiss on me. As we kissed, I fucked her feet to orgasm at least three times. It was a night to remember. Donna soon fell asleep and I returned to my room.

Now Renee and Donne both knew. Two down, five to go. It was the Fall of the same year when I attacked Rhonda's feet and clogs (See "My Sister's Shoes and Feet") It would be many years later before I had the next sister's feet, but that day would come eventually.

More to cum...

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Michael J. Heard (Mike)