It’s taken a lot of mustering to find the courage to share this. Can’t prove it, but every word is true. My sister (this happened decades ago, she has since passed away) was about 3 years older than me, and as teenagers she was the pretty, petite, blond, hottie that I forever since sought out for the perfect girlfriend. There was one time, the classic “saw her changing with her bedroom door open”, and I know she knew I was nearby to see. Such a perfect ass and tiny titties. I lusted after her but never tried anything. “M” loved having her feet rubbed, and I LOVED doing that for her. She’d lie back on the sofa with her beautiful, little, soft feet in my lap as I massaged and gently fingertip-stroked them. My cock was always achingly hard, I wanted so bad to pull her feet over to feel it. Never had the courage then. There were also a few times that she asked me to put suntan oil on her back while lying face down on a chaise. She’d always untie her top, so my hands easily slipped down her sides and “accidentally” stroked just the smallest bit of her squished down puffies. There was never any protest. Just for a bit of backstory because there’s relevance: We were the youngest siblings of 5 - the family dynamics growing up were… a horror story. An older sister with whatever undiagnosed psychosis, coddled by our parents, being the catalyst. M and I often comforted each other, just holding one another in tears and terror when the horror shows played out upstairs. In our late teens and twenties we went separate ways, she got married and I went off to college, but we stayed in touch. One New Year’s Eve, when I was about 22 and she 25 M and her husband invited me to their house to celebrate. Much drinking ensued. M loved dancing to the pop music at the time, and by the time midnight approached she had changed into one of the skimpiest, RED, fairly see through lingerie outfits I’d ever seen. She and hubby danced a little, he was awkward but having fun with it, and she ended up just putting on a show for us. I was an amateur photographer then and I shot two rolls of film of her wild, intentionally sexy dance moves. No, sorry, long time ago, I do not have the photos. But I surely did use them for masturbating. Midnight comes and goes, her husband was passed out in bed, and M and I went to a finished basement lounge to show me the Vinyl sofa and bedding I’d use to sleep. Then, she lays back on the sofa, makes a phone call to say “happy new year” to her best friend, and I sat toward the other end. While she’s talking, I motion for her to give me her feet to massage them. I can still feel them in my mind, so soft, and somewhat damp from sweating. I did my best to keep my focus on her feet, but I could not help look up her legs and see that her pussy was barely covered with just a bit of the sheer panties pressed between those little lips. Those amazing puffy tits and nipples teasing though the top. Needless to say I was outrageously hard and wanting. I finally found the courage to raise the foot in hand up to my face to sniff it. No protest. So I went for it, and gently kissed her toes. No protest. In fact she just kept up her phone conversation. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth and started licking them, sucking them individually into my mouth, licking in between. Then the other foot, still being gentle and cautious. When I put her first foot down in my lap it touched my raging (still in jeans) erection, and lingered for a few seconds. An eternity in my memories. But, now with my licking and sucking starting to get more lusty, she quickly ended her phone call, stood up and said, “goodnight” and bounded upstairs. As I started spreading out the blanket I noticed that where she was sitting was a huge wet spot on the vinyl, from her pussy, and sweat of her ass. Yes, I absolutely cleaned up every molecule of it with my tongue. My first tastes and smells of pussy, ass and feet. Nothing else even remotely flirtatious ever happened between us again. The family continued to disintegrate and M and I moved to various different parts of the US. As I said above she passed away a couple years ago. I’m 58 but still think of her back then, and still crave everything from that experience. 100% true