Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 25

**Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 25**
*By: SoleMann*

What the heck just happened?

I’ve always had a feeling that Steph and Brit had an inkling about my attraction to their feet by how randomly they’d punish me with them, usually when they seemed bored with nothing better to do. But to go a step further and tell mom about it, to what, get some sorted twisted revenge on me?

How could mom, who always seemed so level headed, be so easily turned against me? I mean, does having an attraction to her and my sisters’ feet justify her having the doctor mutilate my manhood as punishment. Oh my god, did I even really need to have this procedure done in the first place? No wait, it sounded like that was something Steph and Brit talked her into after I already needed to have it done, right?

Still, I can’t believe they’ve been planning to do this to me for months and I never caught on. I should’ve known something was up as soon as my older sisters starting acting nice to me, but stupid me just thought they felt bad about what I had to go through. When the truth was they were doing their best behind the scenes to make things even worse for me. I can’t believe a thing they’ve done or said these past months, who knows what other twisted tricks they’ve come up with.

Just great, now my first summer after graduation, rather than going out and partying it up like everyone one else, I’m going to be stuck suffering at home. And to top things off, my mom gave my sister pretty much full permission to do whatever they’d like to make the situation a living hell for me by using my fetish for their feet against me. As if, just having to deal with the aftermath of what mom had the doctor do to my manhood, wasn’t bad enough already. And I don’t even want to think about how I can’t relieve any of the pent up stress for what, eight to ten weeks?

As I’m lying there trying to wrap my head around all this, I hear a tap at my door then Brit barges into my room hiding something behind her back. She slowly strolls over to my bed with a devilish grin on her face.

“Tada!” she says as she presents me with the shoes she’d walked barefoot in this morning.

“I know mom said we should give you some time to come to terms with your new life, but she said it was okay if I gave you a little present first.”

She then places one of her filthy old tennis shoes on either side of my head.

“There you go,” she winks. “Just in case those smelly socks I put in your pillowcase when I changed your bedding yesterday have lost any of their punch.”

“Socks? Pillowcase? What are talking about?”

“Oh nothing really… just when we were coming up with ways to mess with you, I thought wouldn’t it be nice if he had something to constantly remind him of us. So being the sweet doting sisters we are, we all donated a pair of our used well worn socks to keep you company when we’re not around,” She giggled.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Here I thought I was going crazy thinking I smelled their feet all the time, and it turns out Brit stuffed some of their used socked in my pillowcase.

“I hope you’ve been enjoying them, we tried to wear the same socks as often as we could all week long. And so as not to play favorites, I put one from each of us on both sides.” She says with a big grin on her face, “wasn’t that just so kind of me.”

Her dirty deed now done, Brit turns skipping out the door.

“Oh, and mom said you better not knock those off your bed, or she’ll make things a hundred times worse for you.”

No wonder I couldn’t get their feet off my mind all night long. I was being assaulted subconsciously by the smell coming from their used socks that my devil of a sister put in my pillowcase. Now that I knew they were there, it was all I could think about, couple that with the added odor coming from Brits well worn shoes sitting next to me, and the searing pain once again resumed in my privates.

“You should have seen the look on his face?” I can just make out Brit saying as she reaches the end of the all, followed by her and moms laughter.