Come on, give my toes a kiss, just one small kiss!

**Contains: Familial and foot fetish.**

As they were both laying on the small couch, watching La Rosa de Guadalupe or some other dumb Mexican soap-opera on the TV, Alejandro couldn’t help but gaze at his cousin’s perfect feet. Her perfect arches, her cinnamon colored skin, and her precious white pedicured toenails.

Not only were her feet pretty, she herself was stunningly hot. A *morenita* with thick ass, nice boobs, and sport-toned legs that were very well highlighted by the tight volleyball shorts she was wearing.

Alejandro looked at the TV for a second, and when he tried to look at her cousin’s white toenails again, he found them just some centimeters away from his face. His cousin had switched position, and had just rested her feet upon Alejandro’s chest.

—Valeria, put your damn, sweaty, stinky ass feet down!— barked Alejandro.

He might have had a bit of a small foot fetish, but he would of course always act as if he didn’t. He was her cousin after all, and it was hard for Alejandro to admit he found her cousin somewhat attractive, even more so admitting to being attracted to his cousin’s *feet*.

—Beatch, what are you on?! They are clean, you dumbass!— answered Valeria, playfully angry.

She was right. Alejandro was just trying to annoy her; even though both cousins were drenched in sweat due to the scorching Mexican heat and lack of AC in the house, Valeria’s feet didn’t smell at all. Probably because due to that scorching heat, Valeria and her mom, aunt Andrea, would always be barefoot or in *chanclas* around the house, thus giving their feet breathing space. Out of all the things Alejandro disliked about traveling down to the Mexican side of the border and staying over at aunt Andrea’s house, the unbearable heat was the biggest one of them.

—Dude, believe me, they are, shit smells nasty!— Alejandro replied. Another lie, again. Both of them knew this, but who cared if it was a lie? It was annoying to her, and playfully annoying and insulting each other was an everyday part of their relationship.

—Gosh, leave my poor little toes alone! I promise, you say one more thing about my *patas*, and you *WILL* be feeling them crash against your *huevos*— threatened Valeria— besides, you can’t be for real, I mean, just look at them, they’re so pretty!— said Valeria as she lifted her foot— aren’t they so dainty and feminine? Come on, give them a kiss!—said Valeria while giggling as she playfully tried to rub her feet on her cousin’s face.

—Oh hell nah!— expressed Alejandro with a fake disgust.

—Come on! Give my toes a kiss! One small kiss!—said Valeria playfully, still forcefully trying to rub her them over his face.

Deep down inside, Alejandro dreamed with kissing her perfect toes. So after some acting, he finally “gave in” due to her “insisting so much”. *Yeah, right*.

Alejandro leaned towards her foot and time slowed down for him as he gave her a delicate kiss, almost as if he were kissing the hand of a noble princess. Valeria meanwhile kept giggling. She found this whole thing quite amusing.

—See, it wasn’t as bad as you thought! You’re sooo dramatic.

—It was bad, shit’s nasty…—said Alejandro, whispering.

—Did I just hear that? May you repeat what you said?! —Valeria asked, in a threatening voice.

—Yeah, I said that…!

**SMACK!!!**

Just as he was about to repeat it louder, a sharp pain exploded in his balls as Valeria’s foot striked his balls from above. Although Alejandro had a foot fetish, he did not have a ballbusting fetish, so when I said he didn’t enjoy the pain, he **DIDN’T** enjoy the pain.

On the other hand, Valeria didn’t have a ballbusting fetish either, but I would be lying if I said that she didn’t enjoy the feeling of each one of her toes sink into her cousin’s nutmeat, squashing it against his pelvis while provoking in him a unique masculine pain that she herself would never feel due to her lack of a… okay, maybe she *did* have a *small* ballbusting fetish, but she didn’t know it, *yet*.

—I don’t want to say “I told you so”, but *I told you so*— said Valeria, her words overlapping with the sounds of pain coming from Alejandro. Valeria was somewhat proud deep inside her; she had just made her cousin make such sounds by crushing his manhood with the feet he himself had insulted.

—*CARAJO!*— Alejandro screamed, trying to withhold his tears from the pain that just kept getting worse and worse with each passing second.

—Language please!—aunt Andrea’s voice from the the other room, pierced the wall— cursing is not allowed in this house young man, if I hear you curse one more time, you’ll be grounded!

—Sorry mom, it’s cause Alejandro asked me to pass him the controller, and when I threw it to him, it landed on his nuts by accident, *right* Alejandro? —said Valeria, with a mischievous grin.

Alejandro was greatly ashamed and humiliated, but knew that Valeria was completely capable of striking his nuts again, something he could not afford. Thus, he just played along, and try to speak as normally as he could despite the worsening pain:

—Yeah, *tia* Andrea, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!

Aunt Andrea’s laugh was heard from the kitchen. It was obvious she was trying not to laugh, but she couldn’t resist.

—Okay guys, just be careful please!

After a few minutes of hearing her cousin’s moans and seeing the pain expressions on his face, Valeria was amazed at the power she held, and had an idea.

—Alejandro, are you still there?

—Que quieres?!— answered Alejandro, greatly annoyed.

**SPLAT!!!**

Another foot tap, this one lighter than the last one, but still painful.

—Se dice mande, not “que”, you dumbass!* Remember I am older than you!—answered Valeria, offended. She was in fact, right, she was indeed a year older than Alejandro, who was 18.

She gave him a few minutes to rest, and meanwhile, the temperature was rising, and Valeria was getting tired.

—Geez, why is it so hot!— Valeria complained while moving her sweaty hair away from her forehead. I’m so tired and my feet are so sore from yesterday’s game. Would you mind giving my toes a good rub?

This was the golden opportunity for Alejandro, however, he still had to keep up his facade.

—No way! That’s taking it too far! Besides, tired of what? Of loosing? Y’all lost so bad yesterday! When will you realize your team sucks, and that you specially are the worst one!

Valeria was now **ANGRY**. She was really passionate about volleyball, and had been genuinely upset over the last game they had. She had given away by accident the winning point to the other team; it was a sensitive subject. Filled with rage, Valeria sat up straight and her hand bolted towards Alejandro’s thin basketball shorts. She grabbed a vicious grip of pure nut meat, and squeezed.

—Listen here you little dumbass. You don’t know shit! Think you’re smart, huh? Well, you might just want to remember which one of us has a pussy and which one has balls— Valeria gritted through her teeth as she kept squeezing tighter and tighter— now you better shut up and give my toes a good rub unless you want me to rip these useless things off. Understood?— she accentuated that last word by twisting and squeezing his nuts with every single gram of force she could muster.

Meanwhile Alejandro would have rather died than feel such pain. It was the worst pain he had felt in his life, yet. At that point he would have said yes to anything just to make Valeria stop with the massacre she was committing inside his shorts.

—Yes, yes I will! Please! Please! I’m sorry!—Alejandro said, desperately

—Damn right, you should be sorry— Valeria said, janking his balls one more time before laying down in the couch again, and lifting her feet towards his cousins chest— I’ll give you 30 seconds to cool down and you better start rubbing!

Even though Alejandro couldn’t carry the weight of such soul crushing pain, his fear of Valeria was bigger, and had quickly started rubbing her toes before the 30th second came. In all the 18 years of knowing her, this was the first time she had acted in such a bossy and domineering way.

Although Valeria’s feet did hurt, she mostly wanted to do that in order to annoy him, and because she was still mad about his comments. She genuinely thought Alejandro disliked feet, and therefore wanted to make him suffer by forcing him to massage her toes. Oh, if she had known!

As mosts Hispanics in existence, Alejandro had been made to give foot rubs to multiple female family members in his life; his mom, his older sisters, and even aunt Andrea herself. After all, that’s where his foot fetish originated from. He was pretty much an expert at this point, and Valeria ended up enjoying the massage tremendously. Every once in a while, when Alejandro would stop massaging her feet due to the pain he was still feeling, Valeria would give him a ball tap with her foot, just as one might do to a horse in order to make him hurry up.

—This feels great! Now I get why mom would often ask you to “darle un masajito a mis pies” Who would have known you were good at doing this? Well, this is going to be a really relaxing weekend, ain’t I right, primo?—Valeria said, giving Alejandro one more ball tap with her light-brown foot, as she giggled and kept watching La Rosa de Guadalupe on TV.

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Notes:

*In Hispanic culture, it is considered disrespectful to answer with the phrase “que?” (meaning “what?”) when an older person is calling your name. One is instead supposed to answer “mande”, which roughly translates to “(you may) command”. It is a way to establish authority.
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Definition of Spanish words and sentences used in the story:

•**Morenita**: a dark-skinned brown girl, pretty much the skin color most Latinas have.

•**Patas**: a colloquial way of saying “feet”.

•**Huevos**: eggs, a vulgar way of saying “testicles”.

•**Carajo**: a cuss word with multiple uses, in this case it roughly means “fuck”.

•**Que quieres?!**: What do you want?!

•**Se dice mande, no “que”!**: You are supposed to say “mande”, not “que”!

•**Darle un masajito an mis pies**: Give my feet a small massage.