Jacqueline couldn't believe what was happening; an hour ago she hadn't even known what a foot fetish was (let alone that Isabella had), but now she was indulging in it like there was no tomorrow. As far as Isabella was concerned, that was just fine with her. Not only had she found a new member for the Club, she was enjoying one of the best foot worships in her life.
However, her joy was about to run out. Just as she was about to plant a large kiss on Jacqueline's left sole, she heard a sound that made her blood run cold. It was the sound of a car door slamming shut.
"Crap," she said, tearing her feet from Jacqueline's grasp, startling the newly awakened foot lover.
"What's wrong?" she asked her.
"My mom and sister are home from food shopping-" she began.
"So," Jacqueline said before reaching for Isabella's feet, who having only recently discovered her own foot fetish, couldn't get enough of it.
"-who don't know about my or my friend's foot fetish!" she finished.
Jacqueline stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide as she realized the implications of what Isabella was trying to tell her, of what would happen if they were found out. At best, they'd be mocked and teased, at worst, massive psychological counseling. Therapy for a foot fetish, not something that prospective colleges and employers would find encouraging.
The two girls put their saliva covered feet on the carpet, rubbing them in a desperate attempt to dry them off. Thirty seconds, the door opened, admitting Isabella's mother and sister, both of them with full arms of groceries.
"Isabella, can you give us a hand with the groceries?" It took a second for Isabella's mom (Claire) to notice Jacqueline. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had company." She frowned when she didn't recognize the girl sitting next to her daughter, noticing that both of them were bare foot.
Seeing that Claire was a little confused, Jacqueline got up and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Jacqueline, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm a friend of Isabella from school; she's been helping me study." Upon getting up of the couch, Jacqueline got a good look at Claire and Isabella's sister (Deirdre). The first thing she noticed was that both were wearing flip flops, giving her a very good look at their feet. Claire had rather wide size 9 feet with long narrow toes and rather palish skin. Unlike her mother, Deirdre was very tan and her feet looked to be were a more narrow size 8, with smaller toes like her sister, though they were a bit pudgier.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Jacqueline." responded Claire, to distracted to notice the attention being paid to her feet. "Now if you'll please excuse me; Isabella, we need help bringing the groceries in." Isabella gave a forced exasperated sigh before getting up to help her mom and sister with the groceries. Not wanting to be rude, Jacqueline decided to help as well.
As she brought in the groceries, Isabella got more and more worried. Maybe she was paranoid, but she was sure her mother and sister were on to what her and Jacqueline had been doing. At least twice she'd seen them glancing at Jacqueline's soles, with a content look on their faces. And she couldn't help but feel that their eyes lingered on her whenever she turned her back to them. All she could do was play it by ear and hope for the best. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, that last of the groceries was unloaded from the car and unceremoniously plopped on the kitchen table.
Seeing that there job was done, Isabella said "Ok, groceries done, check. We're gonna go upstairs to my room and study." The two girls dashed up the stairs, pausing long enough to grab their school books, and proceeded to relax on Isabella's bed.
"So," said Jacqueline from the end of the bed, "ready to get down to studding?" She extended her legs towards Isabella, scrunching her toes as she did so. Before Isabella could respond, there was a knock on her door, followed by her mother entering her room. As the bed was right next to the door, Claire ended up get a full look at Jacqueline's feet, her gaze lingering for a second before she started speaking.
"Sorry to barge in on you two like this, but I forgot a few things at the store and I have to go back. Be back in half an hour. Try not to disturb your sister. Love you, bye." She took another look at Jacqueline's feet before leaving. Two minutes later, she started her car and drove off.
As she watched the car pull out of the neighborhood, Jacqueline smiled at Isabella. "I can't believe it," she said
"What?" asked Isabella.
Jacqueline rolled her eyes. "What are you, blind? Or couldn't you see that your mom was totally checking out my feet."
Her jaw dropped. "Oh this is bad, very, very bad. This can't be happening, it just can't." Her terror was interrupted by a sudden outbreak of laughter.
"Isabella, I didn't mean she was examining my feet because she knew what we were doing. I meant that she was looking at my feet because she liked what she saw."
It an instant, Isabella had gone from terrified to confused. "What are you saying?" she asked.
"I'm saying that your mom and, judging by the looks she was giving me, sister both have a foot fetish." This time, it was Isabella's turn to break out it laughter.
"Come on that's ridiculous. There's no way mom or Deirdre could be into feet."
"Why not? Have you ever talked to either of them about it?" Not waiting for a response, Jacqueline continued. "And look at it this way, you had to get your foot fetish somewhere. Isn't it possible that it might be hereditary?" She had to admit, Jacqueline had a good point there and it did explain her family's odd actions earlier.
"What do you think we should do?" she asked.
"Easy," Jacqueline answered. "We do a little investigating and see if we find any hard evidence that your mom and sister are like us. If we do, we approach them and bring them to the Club. What do you say?"
Isabella decided...
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