Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 1

**Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 1**
***By: SoleMann***

Okay… calm down, relax, and think of something else rather than the sharp pain down there. I knew we should have stopped for the pain meds on the way home, but I was assured that what they gave when I had the surgery this afternoon would tie me over until the morning. I can hardly wait for the pharmacy to open up tomorrow, so mom can run out and pickup my meds for me. Why couldn’t she have had them call the script in so we could pick it up on the way home? I bet if I was her child by blood like her daughter Stephanie, rather then just marrying into the family, I’d be laying here in bed resting peacefully tonight, rather then being randomly jolted awake from the pain.

Stop thinking like that, it’s just the pain talking, she’s the only mom I’ve ever known, given that my birth mom passed away shortly after I was born. A fact that my older sister Brittany holds against me, even though dad told us it was just a coincidence that it happened so soon after my birth. No wonder when dad remarried she became closer to Stephanie then me, despite Steph being a few years older then her. You’d think after our little sister Lexi was born, that since the age gap between her and I was as close as I was with Brittany that we’d get along famously. Which was true for a short while, but regrettably it didn’t last.

Sure she’d catch some flack from my older sisters about playing with me, but who else would she play with, since she wasn’t old enough yet for them to want to hang with her? As time went by though, the age difference didn’t matter as much and my older sisters started to include her in things, which meant she was torn between us. The fact that my older siblings always talked down about me didn’t help either. Then again, I guess I was partially to blame for our eventual rift as well.

I remember when I first started school, I discovered that unlike other boys my age who avoided girls, I found myself attracted to them, especially their feet. Maybe it was because I had come from a mostly female home life, since dad was often out of town on business, so I was just more comfortable with girls. Or maybe it was because of something else I’d noticed incidentally in the boys’ room: my willy didn’t look the same as other boys. Of course it wasn’t long before health class dismissed that thought; it turned out I just wasn’t circumcised. Which has landed me where I am now, having it done in my late teens.

As far as my attraction to girls’ feet, I have no idea where that came from. Sure I grew up in a house full of girls who all had nice feet, a fact that I started taking more notice of as the years went by, but that wasn’t a very logical reason. If I wanted to get all psychological about it, maybe I could say that when I was young (before Lexi was born) and wanted to play with my older sisters, their way of dealing with me was to just push me away with their feet, or if I was extremely obnoxious they would hold me down and punish me with their stinky feet. I guess one could say that since my craving attention from my sisters was met with only contact by means of their feet, that it somehow rewired me to yearn for feet.

As the years went by, I would often come up with ways to annoy them enough so they would feel the need to retaliate using their feet. And the times when our parents would force us all to play together, I would do my best to devise a plan where my losing would wind up with me at their feet. Eventually, Lexi got old enough to where I started to notice how cute her feet were. Since the only way my other sisters would put their feet on me was when I irritated them, I started doing little things to rile Lexi in hopes that she would respond the same way as my older sisters with her feet. In hindsight, this is what mostly widened the rift between us, ultimately swaying her to our older sister’s side.

But I just couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind when I fist noticed how cute Lexi’s feet had gotten. One day when I was searching the house for her, I thought I heard her voice in our older sisters’ room. I barged in partly to see if she was actually in the room, and partly to try and tick off my older sisters. What I saw when the door swung open, would totally change my view of Lexi. There she was sitting on the edge of Brittany’s bed in a T-shirt and jean shorts with one leg tucked under her and the sole of that foot pointing right at me, her other foot resting on Brittany’s lap, who was sitting on the floor painting Lexi’s toenails a crimson red. My sisters immediately yelled at me to get out, and normally I would have taken this opportunity to push my luck and get punished by their feet, but I just froze. I couldn’t stop staring at Lexi’s feet, the supple sole of her one foot, the high arch of her other foot elegantly….

OMG… the shooting pain… stop thinking about Lexi’s feet… OMG… the strain on the stitches of my freshly circumcised head is almost unbearable… crap, crap, crap…

 *\* All characters are 18+ as of the telling of this story \**