Bratty Stepsister's Forbidden Feet: Drunk Kick

Hello!
First of all I wanted you to know this story is rather long.
Second it's worth noting, that it is a slow burn story with the action progressing slowly, that focuses much more on the foot fetish element -and even that is slow burn-
It's not a fast hard brutal busting story if you are currently searching for that.
Instead it focuses more on the power dynamics between the characters, foot fetish, hints of findom and slight humiliation with one busting of balls near the end.
See it as an introduction chapter.
Third and final before we move on to the actual story. Initially I wrote the story from the guy's perspective, but expanded to include both his and his stepsister's thoughts and feelings at several points in the story. The way I wrote that was a bit novel to me, so feel free to leave a comment on whether you liked this addition or not.


Hope you enjoy:

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Chris woke up abruptly, when he heard the front door slam. He had fallen asleep on the living room couch it seems, watching a movie. Raising his head Chris turned to look at the source of the noise, and he saw his stepsister, Rose, in the doorway, looking at him slightly surprised. "Hey, having a good nap? Sorry I woke you up" She added in a tone that did not sound as if she was sorry at all, rather indifferent or even annoyed to see him.

"Yeah, it's such a comfortable couch" Chris replied dryly.

He wouldn't blame her for waking him up. It was his fault he fell asleep in the living room, but it wouldn't hurt if she actually felt sorry. Instead her usual bratty tone never failed to get in his nerves.

He decided to ignore it for now, what use was getting into a fight with his hard headed stepsister in the middle of the night.

Glancing over to her, he also noticed she was glamorously dressed for a night out, and her eyes were slightly glossy, most likely because of alcohol.

Rose must have just returned home from clubbing! How long had he slept?


"So... What time is it?" Chris asked stretching his neck.

Rose ignored him for a few seconds as she was preoccupied with removing one of her boots off by pressing the sole of the other boot near its opening and pushing as hard as she could. "Uhm...Rose?"

She put on some more effort and... off it came with an audible "plop" sound.

"Late..." She shrugged "What do you care? And why are you even here and not in your room?" Rose rolled her eyes at him and then pouted "It's not like I have to report to you little bro". She always was bratty like that, but she seemed exceptionally self absorbed today. She most likely had drunk a lot.

Chris usually hated her calling him little bro. The step siblings were born days apart, and Rose was like a week or so older than him.

She only called him that to annoy him, so she either was playful or pissed.

Chris, however, barely heard her remark, as well as any of her replies .

His eyes were already fixated somewhere else. They had darted the smooth pinkish sole of her dainty foot, as soon as the boot had came off.

And currently their image filled and clouded his mind.


Rose was admittedly a very attractive young woman.

At 19 years of age, with a complexion as white as snow, slightly brownish blonde hair, with a well proportioned face (kinda like Amber Heard) a slim waist and a toned tight ass...

Well as you can imagine she constantly was fawned over by the town's male population. However Chris was even more attracted to another part of his step sister's body:

Her perfect milky white feet and her cute toes! He simply couldn't get enough of how beautiful they were. They always were shapely, he had to admit, but his obsession began once when Rose was playfully pushing him away with her feet on that very couch.

She had slammed her sole on his face, making him for a moment breath deeply on its sweaty stench... And it was love at first smell. From that moment on his obsession had only grew.


He might have stared a bit too long because next thing he heard was

"What you lookin' at, dork?" Rose snorted, narrowing her eyes. Rose was not sure whether her stupid step brother was looking for a fight or was checking her out.

"Nothing it's just..." In his mind Chris, feeling like he had been caught, raced to find an excuse, anything to save him from being exposed.

"Well... you shouldn't remove your boots like that. You might damage the leather! Plus you should be wearing some socks along with those, or you'll stink the place up" He blurted the first things that came to his mind that were not overly suspicious.

They were still relevant to her feet so even if she had noticed exactly where his gaze was aimed, his excuse had him covered. Plus it made it sound like he was appalled by her feet, not into them. "*Yes this was a good excuse*" Chris thought pleased with himself.

Strangely enough, the normally witty and sharp tongued Rose paid him no verbal answer, and just stuck her tongue out at him. Rose despite being bratty was rather witty so this was unlike her "Yeap, she is very drunk." Chris realized.

And Rose was quite drunk indeed. She also was, less evidently, very frustrated at Chris at the moment, as her drunkenness made her moody.

"*Oh well, so picking a fight it was! And here I almost thought he was interested in me*" She thought and caught herself getting almost disappointed he was not. "*Not that I care!*" She quickly added mentally to herself. "*He just bothers me is all, with his stupid advice and comments!*" She cried out internally!
If she liked doing things this way it was her choice. What did her care if he damaged her boots. They were hers!
Most guys worshipped the ground she walked on, found no fault with her ever and obeyed her every command. Why did the dork have to criticize her every move instead. Why couldn't he just worship her as well?


Without knowing of all her internal turmoil Chris sighed, rolling his eyes at her attitude. "Look, Rose, I was just trying to help," he said, "I know you think you're all grown up and everything, but you still act like a spoiled kid sometimes! Plus it wouldn't harm you to listen to me once in a while."

"Oh, yeah?" Rose scoffed. "I'm a grown woman nerd, piss off. I'll do whatever I want, and I definitely won't listen to a loser like you." She said, crossing her arms and turning her back on Chris and went on trying to remove her other boot.

Shaking his head Chris decided to not respond. If Rose was stubborn and bratty when sober, then drunk Rose was downright impossible to deal with.


A brief silence followed, only interrupted by Rose's grunts as she tried to pry the other boot off her foot without untying its shoelaces first.

Eventually Rose pouted and looked at the boot with disappointment.

She sighed easing her grimace up a bit and turned to Christ "Look I've had a few drinks, I don't really have time for all this untying" She shook her hand dismissively "And yeah yeah I get what you mean but if my boots get damaged I'll just get my boyfriend to buy me another pair! It' not like I'll ask you buy me a new pair, so chill alright? I got it covered, you know how guys fawn over me. They are practically begging me to buy me things!" She exclaimed full of pride, at the power she had over men.



Chris felt a sting of jealousy prick his heart at Rose's words, but he concealed it.

He knew she had a constant string of boyfriends and she would often brag about how they would buy whatever she wanted. But for some reason whenever Rose would brag about how guys would simp for her and do her favours he always wished he was in their place.

A part of him wanted him to be the one buying her things, spending his money for her. It was weird the more her bratty spoilt attitude annoyed him. The more it turned him on as well. "Well, yeah as if I would buy you anything! But if your boyfriends are willing to spend all their money on you it's not my problem" Chris replied, trying to sound playful, though there was a trace of bitterness in his voice "But I still think you should wear some socks, unless you plan to use those boots for biological warfare." He added teasingly grabbing his nose as if to close it.

Rose took a few seconds to reply once more as she was making one last effort to force the boot off her foot. Soon realized she could not get the other boot off this way, so she might had to actually untie some laces. "See you jinxed me on this one! I removed the first one just fine" She said slightly more playfully, herself. Ah the mood swings of a drunk person!

"And if you care I did wear my boots this way because I was late for my date and couldn't find a matching pair so I thought why not? Plus Matt likes it when I don't wear socks either way" She shrugged.

Chris sat up a bit better on the couch as he felt his head clearing from the nap's grogginess and with some conscious effort managed to unglue his gaze from his stepsister's feet. -Of course he did steal some frequent glances back at them, but nothing too obvious.- "What do you mean... he likes it?" He asked as he got comfortable against the couch's arm. Matt was obviously her latest conquest... but was this Matt enjoying her perfect feet?

Rose shrugged. "Matt likes the way my feet smell," she said nonchalantly, "I would even say" She gave her stepbrother a a conspiratorial grin "He's obsessed with them." The look on Chris's face showed his disbelief, and Rose smirked smugly, savoring his reaction. "Oh, come on Chris," she said, "You know how some guys have fetishes. And I mean just look at my feet," she said, pointing down at her smooth, bare sole and wiggling her cute toes. "They're attractive, aren't they? Of course they are! Like everything else on me!" She giggled triumphantly. "I bet even guys who are not into feet would be unable to resist them!"


Chris' heart was beating like a drum.

He almost had replied 'Yes they are perfect'

"Eww no, they are gross, especially without socks" Regaining his composure he responded quickly. A bit too quickly. He was feeling furiously jealous of Matt right now, but he successfully hid it. Maybe too successfully. As he spoke he noticed a momentary look of sadness on Rose's face. She seemed offended, but it went away as quickly as it came.

"Well suit yourself. But Matt likes it and I like Matt so... you have no right to judge us" She waved her finger at him as if scolding a child.

"I mean... don't you find his attraction to your feet... gross?" Chris made his best effort to sound disgusted but also genuinely curious.

"Why would I?" Rose chuckled "One more reason for a guy to worship me, why would I find that gross? I am his little princess and he serves me! He does any favor I ask of him and even if he is hesitant all I've got to do is wiggle my toes and he caves in! Plus the foot massages feel gre... Oh well TMI I get it, I get it you big prude" She halted upon seeing the look of disgust on Chris' face. Little did she know this look was actually nothing but pure yet well disguised envy.

Chris was actually melting inside as Rose was describing the special treatment she receives from Matt. Hiding his jealousy was difficult when Rose described her perfect feet as a reason for a guy to "worship" her, but he had done so successfully. The only thing that maybe could give him away was the slight blush in his face, but thankfully it was too dark for Rose to notice. Oh well there was another thing, but that also was no visible the way Chris was laying down on the couch, covered with a blanket.

Rose kept trying to get her other boot off her foot, this time trying to untie the shoelaces. Still in her drunken state and while not focused on the task, she did not seem to be making any progress which made her evidently frustrated. After another brief silence she looked up to Chris, her face beaming up.

As she looked at him, he was finally able to avert his eyes from her feet and focus on her face. He was surprised to see that her expression was beaming, as if she was trying to get his attention.

"Hey little bro" That stupid nickname again... "I do realize you find my feet disgusting. You quite fluently expressed that." She sounded playfully offended "But could you be a dear and bear their smell for a few seconds to do your awesome sister a favor and help her get her boot off?" She smiled in her drunken stupor. "Then you too would be an awesome brother!"

Chris rolled his eyes at Rose's use of the term "little bro", but he was too distracted by her words to fully commit to his annoyance. As he continued to look into Rose's eyes, he couldn't help but internally admit how beautiful she truly was.

And then upon hearing Rose's request, Chris's conflicting emotions caused his blush to slowly increase. This time it was his turn to take a few seconds to reply.

Eventually, he nodded his head. "Fine... I'll help you, I suppose," he replied.


Standing up, Chris carefully walked over to Rose, trying to conceal his erection.

Thankfully, she was drunk enough to not notice how he walked funny.

He was not sure if she would have noticed it at all, even if he didn't hide it, but he was not about to take this risk.

He knelt by her side and extended his arms near her boot clad foot, and with almost shaking hands attentively grasped the leathery sweaty object of his secret affection.

Rose smirked as Chris leaned down to help her. As he delicately took hold of her boot, he could feel the sweat from her feet through the leather, and he tried to ignore how much its sweaty scent turned him on. Not wanting this to end, Chris united the shoelaces as slowly

"There... You can slip your foot right out," Chris said, trying to keep his voice from wavering.

Rose watched as Chris worked diligently to untie her boot laces, and she felt a flutter of excitement as she watched his hand caress her sweaty skin. For a moment she could swear she had sensed his attraction then she wasn't sure again. Was there something? She decided that she was just imagining things.

Rose wasn't the most astute when it came to such things, and in her drunken state she was even worse currently. But she was surprised to find herself feeling disappointed when she finally assessed that her step brother was not interested in her or her feet.

She quickly shook these thoughts away and with some effort slid her foot off her tight boot, which remained on Chris' hands.

"Thank you!" She graced him with a grin "You are such a dear little brother" She exclaimed happily taking her boot back from his hands, which he gave up with a heavy heart.

Despite Chris's disappointment that this had come to an end, he still felt happy to be called a "dear little brother" for Rose.

Weird, this moniker usually annoyed him... He nodded. "Not a problem," He was still dumbfounded by what had transpired.

Not to mention he was also stunned by the deep whiff of Rose's footstench that hit his nostrils when the boot finally came off her slender foot.

For that one moment he had found himself in paradise, his mind growing almost numb with pleasure. He still had not recovered fully from the mental, olfactory induced, orgasm he had experienced. Of course that had also an effect on his erection which had grown even harder if possible. Thankfully in his crouching position it was still easy to hide in his loose gym shorts.


Rose drunk and playful as she was, remained completely oblivious to this and she continued speaking "Aww you are adorable. I am not used to you being such a helpful dear, usually you are only a dork" She swayed back and forth, waving her boot around.

"Such! A! Good! Little! Bro!" She playfully began smacking him in the head with the boot's open end, with each word she said. Something which apparently she found hilarious as she began giggling almost uncontrollably.

With each smack, more of Rose's footstench was released from inside the boot in the air around, contaminating it -or blessing it, depends who you ask-

Chris tried his best to remain composed, despite the effects of Rose's foot odor. He felt his body and mind going numb, and he felt himself losing control as his lips parted trying to taste the salt of her footsweat on the air. In a silent plea for more.

No he had to resist this!

"Okay, okay I helped you!" He said standing up sharply he half turned away from Rose to avoid showing his obvious and rather big physical reaction to inhaling her foot aroma.

Rose playfully smacked him on the head with her boot one last time giggling innocently.

He grimaced acting as if he was disgusted "So please take this stinky boot away from me. It reeks and since I helped you I no longer have to breathe in your disgusting footsweat!"

Worried as he was that his stepsis might find out his attraction to her feet he tried to overplay and emphasize his aversion to them as much as possible.

It indeed had the effect he wanted... and far more.


"Dis...disgusting?" Rose muttered, in her intoxication his already cutting words sounded like a harsh rejection. "*And to think I entertained the thought he might like me or my feet.*" She felt her anger rise, it might have been the alcohol or it could "*Well he is clearly disgusted by both me and my feet. But he didn't have to be so mean about it... He could have just walked away! I mean other guys would literally pay for these cuties!*"

The offended pained look on Rose's face tipped Chris off that he might had committed to his role a little too much. "*Maybe I should apologize*" he realized. He wanted to! He had to!

How could he have called such wonderful works of art as Rose's feet disgusting?

The only disgust he felt was towards himself for saying that. Of course he couldn't admit his attraction either, that would be wrong. But he could have been less vocal about how disgusting he supposedly found them. Now he had made Rose sad. He had to fix this!


He opened his mouth to apologize but before he had a chance to utter a word... he felt an eruption of pain on his groin as his balls were forcefully smashed!

Looking down he saw Rose's beautiful bare foot wedged between his legs, her slender leg extended forward and tense as it had driven the blow home.

Chris dropped to the ground, the pain in his groin almost causing him to black out. He looked up at Rose, who stood above him with a smirk on her face and her foot still on the air. She had successfully delivered a swift and brutal kick in the most sensitive area, and the pride and satisfaction in her expression were both evident.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Rose said, acting innocent, "I didn't realize my bare feet were so disgusting." She looked at Chris, who was curled up in pain on the floor, unable to respond.

"But I guess, besides smelly, they are also very dangerous ain't they?" She crossed her arms and hmmphed, turning her head away, dismissively, as her stepbrother writhed pathetically on the ground beneath her clutching his battered throbbing balls.

Rose then went on to step on his face, actually squashing his cheek with her sweaty sole, she walked over him and off upstairs. Chris, overwhelmed with pain, could only watch her tight ass and beautiful sexy soles as she walked away. He could see her sweaty feet stick to the floor, they peeled off with each step she took. The sound of the sticky sweat as it was pulled away from the floor caused Chris's body to twitch.

And despite the pain they had just caused him, they looked absolutely gorgeous.


To try to take his mind off the pain Chris tried to focus on the heavenly experience he had right before. It was a pity he couldn't properly enjoy this memory tonight.

She had really done some damage to them with only one kick.

Apparently Rose was a really strong kicker, at least her toned athletic thighs sort of gave that away.

However she also was very accurate with the aim of her kick, which hinted it was not the first kick Rose had landed on someone's groin.

It was painful. Oh god it was downright excruciating, and yet... he could feel himself getting aroused over this incident as well.

The more Chris thought of this encounter the more he realized he was finding the whole situation weirdly but extremely erotic. How easily she had dominated him.

Especially since she had done it with her sexy sweaty barefeet.

Turns out he could honor tonight's incident, if he managed to get up to his room.

That thought renewed his strength and crawling on all fours he began making his way upstairs.