"I don't like feet, cuz" you say incredulously, "I have an interest in feet." Still watching the movie, Jill says "You do? I always suspected! Have you had any... experience?" While she delivered this last line, she began to lightly rub her socked feet along the sides of your face. "No, but I think about it... a lot." you say, too afraid to move. This is your cousin after all, isn't there something wrong with this? She continues to rub her feet over your face, nose, and now head. "Jack" she says. "Yes Jill." "Want to know a secret?" There is a long pause. "I have a interest in feet too. All day in school I see these stupid little boys, and all I can think about is sitting on them, making them smell my socks. Even make them kiss and lick my soles for fun." She turned her head slightly to look at you. She placed her toes under your chin, leveling your head so she can look straight at you. "What do you say, cuz. Want to give it a try?" She delivered these words in a sing song kind of voice. "It'll be fun. Good practice when we are older." You think about her offer. How great it would be to lose yourself in the perfectly shaped soles of your cousin. There's that word again. Sheepishly, you ask "isn't there something wrong about this?" She put the toes of one foot on your lips, the other dropped to the bulge in your lap. "Judging by that lump, I think that doesn't matter. Anyway, it is just feet. Not like we are going all the way or anything. That is just gross." By now she has worked her toes all the way into your mouth, and has began rubbing faster over your throbbing member. "What do you say, cuz? Want to be me foot slave for the day?"
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