You look about you with the awestruck gaze of a pilgrim finally arrived at the Holy Land. Of course this wasn't the first time, you'd seen the grungy interior of Drew's before, but today you weren't coming just to steal a ripe sock or sniff the insoles of her soccer cleats. Today you were coming to start a new life, a life where your entire world would become reduced to your tomboy sister's deliciously dirty feet. Before you could begin to strategize however you had to get something out of your system. Letting your muscles go loose you collapse into the largest pile of discarded clothes. The smell of stale sweat invades your nostrils and soon your mouth as you open it to suck on the nearest article of clothing. It turns out to be a rumpled pair of panties complete with racing stripe. You gnaw on the soft yet worn fabric for a bit before crawling out of the pile and up to the foot of the bed. This is where your new Goddess slept and here, your eyes turned down, were her shoes. The pair of sports sneakers sat askew not more than inches from a pair of mud stained socks. You pick up one of them handling it like a religious relic before moving it to your nose for a deep inhale. The smell of Drew's feet whisks through your brain like an orgasm. Gently you place it back before the bed and begin to consider how to proceed. There were a number of strategies which might place you under her feet where you belong. The easiest would be to simply wait at the foot of the mattress. You could also make a home within her soccer cleets and just wait for the next game day. The sock drawer was a third possibility but who knew when a tomboy like Drew would even put on a new pair of socks, it could be days...
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