Sister catches brother wanking to her smelly socks and punishes him with grueling footjob

Have you seen my pink socks Jon?” Anna shouted from her bedroom. “Those are my lucky socks, I can’t win without them” She said as she prepared for her track meet.

My sister Anna unintentionally waited for the last minute often before heading out to her track meets. Directly across from hers, I watched from my bedroom as she nervously searched for her lucky pair of nike light pink cotton ankle socks that she hadn’t washed all school year. She owned those socks since Freshman year of high school and started to slightly outgrow them. Anna was 22 years old now and competed in two different track events at her College where she commuted to; the 200 Meter Dash and the 2,000 Meter Run. At 5’3”, shapely and petite, also blonde with gorgeous little size 5 slender high arched feet, it always amazed me that she could do both the sprints and the long distances in her track meets.

She wasn’t always able to endure the completely two different running styles from her meets until she started to wear a pair of pink cotton ankle socks. She was religious about these socks, she wore them to almost every track practice and to every meet. After she got them, she would always tell everyone that these socks helped her win. She stopped washing them one week during her Junior year of high school when Anna and her team had to travel to another state for a tournament style track event. During that week she won 1st place in both events which she never had done before. Since then, she decided to always wear those pink socks to when she ran and told my family to never wash them until her seasons would end. Having a huge foot fetish this drove me wild.

“Hurry up, we are going to be late!” I exclaimed before getting the car keys eagerly ready to leave the house.

“Hold on!” Anna yelled back as she looked all around her room struggling for about 10 minutes then finally checking under her bed. “Why are they under here?” She said confused.

“Maybe there is a ghost in your room” I said in a dubious and slightly annoyed tone.

“I put them in my drawer like I always do, did someone go through my room?” She responded holding her socks in front of her and feeling a little insulted.

Little did she know every night after she fell asleep I would sneak into her room and open her sock drawer and sniff those beautiful soft pink ankle socks. Sometimes I would bring them to my room and inhale the 8 years of history my sister’s sweat drenched pink worn socks held. Smelling my sister’s socks felt like heaven flowing through my nostrils especially toward the end of the year. My sister’s scented cotton socks reeked of salted pervasive sweat accompanied by a sweet cheesy coconut aroma. Breathing in lungful after lungful of Anna’s fragrant size 4.5 dry sweat soaked light pink cotton socks would make me hard as a rock.

I would try to imagine her beautiful huge arches and her long delicate toes on such a small foot while I sniffed them. Wanking to my sister’s beautiful smelly socks while she slept always made me lose my mind. I nearly came in her room several times while she slept often when her feet would stick out from under the covers. I would eventually orgasm in my room across the hall to avoid being caught. Usually I would sneakily put her socks back into her drawer where she usually had them but last night as I made my way back in her room to return her pink socks I heard movement and threw them under her bed in panic.

“Maybe Mom tried to put them in the wash, like Jesus I can smell them from here!” I said pretending to be disgusted.

By :Malonge Johnson

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