Chapter 0 - Sole-acity

Flynn Carter was anxious. His sister, Clara, was coming to stay for the week while she had some electrical work done at her own place. He liked her company, and he hadn't seen her for a few months because they'd both been too busy; Flynn had been working extra shifts at the local chippy and Clara had needed to help ease a new arrival at her workplace into the job.

He heard the click of the front door handle and the familiar half-squeak of the door opening. He breathed out and got up from the sofa. He heard the door close again, followed by a loud flump sound as he rounded the doorway's corner to see his sister.

Clara was standing in the entrance hallway. Standing about a head shorter than Flynn, but she was large in other areas: blonde pigtails jutted behind her, secured by black bows. Her thighs rubbed together although she wore tight jeans, her black upside-down smiley-face hoodie was stretched out by her large bust. She wore grey ankle-high socks and was already slipping off black trainers when she saw her brother.

Without a word, she made a beeline for him and wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides. Realizing, she relaxed her grip for a second so he could return the embrace, but the force with which she'd hugged him had knocked the air from his lungs. Despite an avoidance for hugs or other touching when she was a child, she'd really grown into them through her teenage years. Now it was impossible to not get a hug from her if you were a friend or family member.

"It's good to see you, brother." she told him as she let go.

"Likewise, sis. But please remember that I need oxygen in future?" Flynn answered.

She let out a little giggle and embraced him a second time, but only for a second. "My need for hugs outstrips your need of air." She told him, before picking up her gym bag, bulging with clothes, and taking it upstairs as Flynn headed back into the living room and sat on the right side of the sofa, leaving more than enough room for Clara on the left.

It only took a minute or so for Clara to come back down as Flynn unmuted the TV and unpaused the movie he'd been watching. "Pocahontas? Really, Flynn?" she sighed. Flynn just smiled; she already knew his answer. Men didn't grow up; they just got bigger, as their mother had always told them. 

Clara lay on the sofa and took her phone out. She rested her feet on Flynn's lap as he watched the film, laying back on the sofa. They stayed like this for some time; neither could really think of anything to say to the other. The siblings enjoyed each other's company greatly, but they had very different interests.

"Flynn, am I imagining things, or are you hard?" Clara offhandedly asked. He didn't realize it until she'd asked, but now he felt his cock pushing against her foot. He blushed hard. He'd only recently discovered he had a thing for feet: that he wanted to feel smooth heels against his thumbs, curled toes stroking his cock and soft soles against his face. He also noticed his right hand was rubbing the ball of her foot, and quickly took it away. But the damage was done.

"Umm...yes." he meekly answered.

Clara stuffed her phone into her hoodie pocket. "Well. This changes things, doesn't it? Who would have thought that my brother is a foot perv?" However, she continued to rub her socked foot against his hard on, pressing against it harder.

Flynn gulped. "Sis, what are you doing?"

"I'd have thought that was obvious. I'm giving my brother a footjob. I've been paid to do weirder." Clara answered. Flynn remembered she had a porn account online where people could submit payments in return for requesting specific porn videos. A strange career choice, but it made up for her day job being minimum wage. "Last week I got a request for pushing a soda can out of my ass. Hurt like hell, but I got a new pair of boots out of it."

"But won't this makes things awkward between us?" Flynn queried.

"Not unless you want it to." Clara answered. "You're not the first guy I know who I've gotten off. I'm a professional with this kind of thing. Now enough debating over this: be a dear and take my socks off."

Flynn, not entirely sure he wasn't dreaming this, obliged: he gripped the top of the sock and gently slid it down her ankle before pinching the tip of the sock and whipping it off her foot in one smooth motion. He took a moment to inspect his sister's foot; she was a size 7, with smooth arches and soles alongside her pretty toes, which she'd left blank. Flynn smiled at this: painted toenails were nice, but he preferred natural beauty.

He stripped her other sock off, unzipped his trousers and unbuttoned his boxer shorts. He'd only undone two buttons when his cock burst from it's confines, already rock hard. He chanced a look at Clara, who's eyes were fixated on his dick. He wasn't large but he wasn't small either: he was about average size, with maybe a little more girth than most guys. Clara's naked foot edged close to his cock-

"Wait." she told him, getting her phone out again. "I need a new photo for my porn account." Flynn sighed but relented. He heard the camera click and Clara muttered to herself. "Now let's see... 'Love spending time...with the dear... My pretty toes...never fail...to get him hard... RB if you wish...you were him.' put a kiss face and...done."

Flynn, however, had gotten off the sofa and onto his knees. He wasn't about to let an opportunity for foot worship pass him by, footjob or not. He gently kissed each of her toes on the right foot before pressing his nose to the arch and taking a deep sniff. Finally, he ran his tongue from the bottom of the heel to the tip of her toes, savouring the taste. He repeated the actions with the left foot, Clara just lying back and enjoying the sensation. He would have preferred to lick and suck on her toes as well, but he could tell his sister was eager to start the footjob.

He clambered back on the sofa with his cock protruding before him. Clara began by rubbing the tip with her right toes while her left foot's arch rubbed gently against the shaft. Her left and right toes began teasing the head of his dick and he let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He looked over at her as she placed her soles either side of his cock, her eyes flicked up at him and he nodded silently.

She began stroking his shaft with her feet, slowly at first, as Clara had never given a footjob before-not even read up on them. But Flynn had liked Clara since they were teenagers, and that more than made up for her inexperience. Her soles were soft yet gripped his cock firmly without being too tight. 

Her rhythm sped up as she held her feet in place with her hands. Her feet jerked him off quickly, her panting with the effort akin to moaning. He lay his head back on the sofa, letting out a moan every few seconds; Clara was a quick learner. Her feet were fucking him at the same speed she could use her hands now, and Flynn was approaching climax quickly. Clara, hearing his heavy breaths, whispered a few well chosen words: "Cum for me, brother."

Flynn was unable to hold back any longer and released his load with a long, lustful sigh. Some of the cum splashed onto Clara's toes but most of it ended up on his trousers, which he knew would be a small nightmare to clean off later. He relaxed for now though, satisfied with his orgasm after the incestual footjob.

"Hey, you can't just get a free footjob from me, family or not." Clara jokingly chided him. She stood up and fumbled with the belt on her jeans. "I expect some form of repayment."

"I hope you're not expecting me to fuck you. You're my sister." Flynn stated firmly. Although he couldn't keep himself from staring at her bulging thighs as Clara forced her jeans down them.

"Of course I want you to fuck me." she smiled, now sliding her jeans down her calves. "Just not with your dick." She added, pulling at her g-string and letting it fall to the ground. "Dinner's served."

Flynn beckoned her over instead, smiling at the chance to eat out his sister. "I've never eaten a pussy out before so it's probably better if you facesit me."

His sister obliged, swinging her leg over his face as he positioned himself on the sofa so he was lying down. Her pussy met his lips and he began licking her. Already he could taste her pussy juice: a strange mix of mango and pineapple, but it was a sweet taste nonetheless. He pushed his face into her crotch, thrusting his tongue out so it entered Clara's wetness.

Clara grinded her pussy on his tongue as her juices dripped onto it, Flynn relishing the taste. She gripped his hair and thrust on his mouth faster, her moans coming thick and fast now. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could as Clara rode his face, covering him in juices. She began shaking slightly, having trouble keeping his mouth on her pussy and he responded: keeping his tongue licking her as her shaking intensified.

Clara bit her lip hard as she came, her squirt shooting directly into Flynn's open mouth. Her grip on his hair became painfully tight for a few seconds and for a moment she shook and some of the squirt shot onto Flynn's face instead. The orgasm only lasted for a few seconds, but it had obviously been one of Clara's more intense ones. She had trouble lifting herself off of Flynn's face and sitting back on her side of the sofa.

For a few minutes they just sat there, panting. Then the siblings looked over at each other, Flynn's face still covered in Clara's squirt, and smiled widely. Flynn sat back and muttered to himself "This is going to be an amazing week."

Clara murmured "Too fucking right, brother."