"So how did it go?" Stephanie asked her sister as the younger girl stormed into the house. She could tell it was bad, but she would have asked no matter how her little sister behaved.
"Terrible," announced Cali, dropping her handbag on the end table and herself onto the couch beside her awesome older sister. "I thought it was going to happen, but he had me give him foot sex and then went to sleep."
"He did what?"
"He had me rub my feet against his ..."
"I know what foot sex is," interrupted the older girl. "I am just surprised he wanted it. Or, come to think of it, that he went to sleep straight after."
"Yeah, well, he did," fumed Cali. "I was so mad I did not even wipe his cum off my feet before I left. I won't make THAT mistake again. My feet kept slipping in my sandals. Oh!" She threw her head back into the couch. "He wanted me to wear sandals so he could see my feet! That jerk."
"Shh. It's okay," Stephanie said in a soothing voice. She scooped up her sister and pulled her to her chest as a mother might hold a baby. "It's not like he's the only boy in the world."
"Easy for you to say, Stephie," Cali complained, the side of her face pressed against her sister's ample bosom. "You don't even like boys that way."
"Sure I do," the older girl told her. "I like to get a man in me from time to time. I just like girls better." She stroked her little sister's red hair off her face and looked down at the girl's smooth skin. "There WILL be other opportunities."
"But I wanted to get laid tonight!" Cali pouted.
"Act your age, Cali, "Stephanie chided softly. "You're eighteen, not three."
"You're only two years older," retorted Cali, 'though not harshly. "You're not Mom."
"Well, Mom's not here. Until she gets back from her cruise I get the job."
Cali sighed. "Yes, Mom." She suggled into her sister who leaned back on the couch to accomodate. They sat there quietly and waited for Cali's disappointment to pass, each of them appreciating the closeness of her sister, 'though unwilling to admit just how much.
Days passed, and life continued more or less as normal. Cali gave Damien the cold shoulder whenever she saw him. She still wanted him, but was not in any hurry to forgive him. He was not going to treat her like that again!
Cali did notice herself feeling a little strange at times. She was tired in the evenings, and went to bed earlier than she was used to. Later in the day she would find herself quite hungry, which seemed to compensate for an almost nauseating lack of appetite at breakfast. The oddest thing of all was her feet. By the next weekend the arches of her feet were quite sore, and the muscles seemed a little swollen. She found shoes without arch support to be more comfortable.
This Friday night Stephie set Cali up with one of her friends from work, with instructions to take good care of her sister's needs or else. This time when Cali came home she was immensely happy. Her greatest complaint was how uncomfortable her shoes were, which she kicked off as soon as she walked in through the front door.
Again the sisters wound up hugging on the couch, but this time it was grattitude that held them together. Cali was well aware that her sister had played a hand in tonight's satisfaction, and she loved her for it.
The next morning Cali made her sister a wonderful "thank-you" breakfast, despite her stomach threatening to misbehave and her feet complaining about being walked on. The muscles in the arches of her feet seemed swollen and tender, as though they had a knot or spasm, and even in her soft slippers she was uncomfortable when standing.
Stephanie noticed her little sister's discomfort, and after breakfast offered to massage Cali's feet. Cali gratefully accepted, and soon the nightie-clad girls were sitting at opposite ends of the couch while Stephanie expertly presses her fingers into the aching muscles of her little sister's feet. Cali found the motion to be aching and soothing at the same time, but the tension in the muscles did not ease. It was almost as if the muscles in the arch or her feet had grown, or that something behind was pushing them out and causing them to bulge.
"Alright," said Stephanie, taking charge, "roll over, and I will work on those calves of yours. That is sure to help."
Cali obediently did as she was told, rolling over and sliding down her front as Stephanie stood up. The motion pulled her nightie up, revealing her firm backside, clad in soft pink undies. Cali was not a slender girl, but was large and solid. She worked out, and carried only a light layer of fat over her fit body to give her a hint of girly softness.
Stephanie becan working on the girl's muscular calves, which were notably tense from compensating for the awkwardness of her feet. Cali relaxed somewhat, enjoying her sister's firm yet gentle touch. Not for the first time she found herself wishing that Stephie was a boy.
As the tension in her calves eased a little Stephanie worked her way up to Cali's thighs. With plenty of muscle on the girl's legs this required considerable work, but by the time she was done Cali was quite relaxed, content to let those hands keep touching her.
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