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Storie \ My Sister's Teasetoy

  COL | Feet Under The Table -  - English story | 27.08.2002

"Ohhhh!" I groaned softly in spite of my attempts to stay quiet. I was sitting at a booth in a dark corner of the local Pizza Haus having lunch, and I was squirming around in my seat with pleasure. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep my cool, but it was really hard. Literally!

Sitting across the table from me was my girlfriend of seven months, Karen. Her dark eyes were on fire, and she calmly ate her lunch while giving me an amused smile. The cause of my pleasure and discomfort was Karen's bare foot, which at the moment was moving rythmically back and forth between my legs. She had been doing this to me for the past 15 minutes, and it was driving me crazy!

Karen knew about my foot fetish, and would indulge me from time to time with footjobs in public places like this. Although she had never made me cum in public, I nonetheless loved the attention I got from her! I had always thought that any footjob is a gift from heaven, so no matter how it turned out I would NEVER say no one!

I looked over at Karen again, and she licked her lips at me. She was obviously horny, and was doing this not so much for me as for herself. The more worked up I was the more likely I'd jump her bones after lunch, which she had hinted at earlier in the day. She'd been teasing me in various ways all during our classes that morning. We were both Sophomores here at Miskatonic University, and so were able to see each other a lot.

"Hey guys! Fancy meeting you here!" The voice broke into my train of thought. I looked up and it was Diana, one of my older sisters, and a Junior here at Miskatonic.

Diana slid into the booth next to me, all smiles. I tried to sit up straighter and pull myself together to talk to my sister. Karen was having none of it though. She greeted my sister, but kept her foot working over my cock. I cleared my throat and hoped that my face wasn't red.

"What are you doing here Dee Dee?' I asked her, using my nickname for her.

"I'm getting lunch to go for our study group. I was standing there waiting and I saw the two of you." She smiled. If she'd been waiting I vaguely wondered if she knew what was going on under the table.

"Well it's good to see you sweetie. How are your classes going?" I tried to steer the conversation back to her, not trusting my own voice as Karen refused to let up on me.

Diana, luckily, was a talker like most women are. She went on and on about her study group, her exams coming up, blah blah blah. And I sat there trying my very best to act interested and not let on that I had a hard on the size of Florida.

Mercifully, Diana's order number was called, and she bade us farewell. It was almost a disaster though. Diana leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, her normal farewell for me no matter what the circumstances. To steady herself, she placed her hand on my upper thigh, very near my crotch. My older sister's slim fingers were barely two inches from my hard cock and Karen's busy foot.

As she walked off, Karen gave me a little smirk, saying "Well how was that? Exciting?"

"Ohhhh if you only knew!" I said in mock menace. Yes, it was always better when you had to hide your arousal from others, and I'm sure Karen knew that. But now I had more pressing needs. I quickly finished my pizza, paid the check and dragged my giggling girlfriend out to her car. Before she could lock the door I was on her, tossing clothes in the back seat. She never had a chance as I fucked her right there, desperate to cum. She seemed to like quickies like this so I wasn't worried about not being romantic enough.

Well, the rest of the day passed uneventfully, but for some reason Diana kept popping up in my mind. I had the unshakable notion that she'd seen what Karen was doing to me at lunch. For some reason, that really didn't bother me.

"Be honest with yourself you fool!" I said out loud. OK, I might as well. You see I had quite the crush on my older sister Diana, but that was years ago. My oldest sister, Tara, who was 27, had never really appealed to me, even though she was a looker, and I had to admit that.

Diana had really caught my eye when she turned 16. As a teenager my hormones were driving full blast and I was leering at girls left and right. But, Diana, I just thought she was hot, from her long brown hair to her painted toes. And that was what really got my attention, her feet.

As a foot fetishist, it was impossible for me not to look at both my sister's feet. Tara wore a size seven shoe, while Diana wore a six (yes, I looked at their shoes when they weren't around, but I never did anything with them). They were both perfectly shaped, and had regular pedicures, but Diana's being slightly smaller, attracted my attention. I'm sure that they both noticed me looking now and then. Tara seemed to shrug it off, but Diana seemed amused by my fetish.

There were hints and subtle teases until Diana finally left for school, but nothing ever happened between us. Part of me was disappointed about that. But, I have had my share of women here at college, and so had almost forgotten about my attraction to Diana.

That is until today. It was the combination of events that did it. The footjob and my sister. So close, yet so far from what I had fantasized about in my teens. I figured that it would take me a few days to get over this, and so continued with my classes and study.

Friday rolled around and I had a short day. That was good because there was going to be a big dinner at my parent's house tonight. I was bringing Karen home to meet the family. Both my sisters were going to be there, even though Diana had already met Karen.

I cleaned up good, getting a haircut (so as not hear my dad complaint about me being a "long haired hippie") and having my suit cleaned and pressed. Underwear. I debated on this, but decided to forgo wearing boxers. Karen and I were probably going to being doing the nasty soon after leaving my parents house, so I figured I'd freeball it.

6:30pm rolled around and I drove to pick up Karen. She looked great! I had never seen her dressed up before, and I thought the skirt, fishnets and dressy boots were an interesting look. We arrived at my parents house by 7:30pm, and I saw that Diana and Tara had both arrived. Tara was going solo tonight, her husband being out of town.

We walked in and made introductions. Karen was all grace and politeness. I went over to speak with Tara for a while as Karen and my parents spoke. Tara looked good, and I was surprised at the reaction I had to her. Must have been all those thoughts earlier in the week about my teenage fantasises.

Tara was slightly taller than me, even without the high heel pumps she wore. Her long auburn hair fell in waves over her shoulders and her bright blue eyes seemed to burn into me. As we talked I found myself becoming aroused. It only bothered me because there was nothing I could do about it. Tara was married, besides, I didn't think she harbored any affection towards me other than being her brother.

Then Diana walked in the room. I'm sure she saw my jaw drop. If Tara had impressed me, then my other sister's appearance blew me away. She wore a short white dress, her wavy brown hair being pulled up in a bun. Her long and shapely legs were covered in nylon, and on her feet were a pair of white high heel pumps.

"Hey!" She hugged and kissed me, keeping her arm around my waist as the three of us spoke. Diana was wearing some kind of perfume. I'm not sure what it was but it was really starting to get to me. Now, in the presence of my two beautiful sisters, all my teen lust came flooding back, and I started to get a hard-on. My lack of underwear was now seemingly a bad choice as my cock started to slowly uncoil in my pants.

"Take your seats everybody." My dad called out. I was grateful for this because now I would get a break. The conversation and food would surely take my mind off my sisters. Then I could take out my frustration later on Karen. She'd flashed me a pair of pink silk panties in the car, so I knew we were in for a long night.

We all moved to the rectangular table and took our seats. Dad was at the head of the table, with my mom to his left. Diana was on her left, and directly across from me. Tara was at the other end of the table, to my right, and Karen was next to me on my left.

After my dad said the blessing, we started talking and passing around plates and bowls. Things seemed to be going well as we got our food and began eating.

It was at that point that something touched the inside of my right calf and started gently rubbing.

Startled, I looked up and over at Karen. She was speaking with my mom, but I knew, I KNEW, there was no way she could move that far to touch me.

My gaze then slowly and almost fearfully turned straight ahead, to the well dressed, brown haired flirtatious fox seated across the table from me: my sexy older sister Diana.

Our eyes met, and I knew that it was her doing this. Her moist red lips parted in a wide grin, and she winked at me before returning to her conversation with Tara.

"Oh my god!!" I thought. There was a moment of astonishment and utter disbelief. My own sister! She HAD seen what Karen was doing to me the other day, and now she was going to do the same to me! I gasped and covered my emotions with a coughing spell.

"Everything OK Jack?" Diana asked me. All eyes turned to me. I sincerely hoped I didn't blush when I answered.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Diana gave me a little smile, then went back to eating.

I tried hard to pull myself together. There was nothing I could do. The table was too small for me to move out of Diana's reach, and I couldn't suddenly feign illness.

"Besides, you WANT this you horny bastard!" I heard a voice say in the back of my head.

And you know what: he was right. Despite the danger and forbidden aspect of the whole situation, I had wanted Diana to do something like this to me for a long time. Now, somehow, my fantasy had come to life. With newfound resolve, I knew that my mission now was to stay calm and collected for the rest of the meal, no matter what my sister did to me.

This would, of course, be easier said than done. I'd had a couple of under the table footjobs before, not just from Karen, and I knew they were the most intense sensations I'd ever experienced. I was sure that the combination of my parents and girlfriends presence would put my strength to the test.

Breathing deeply, I took a bite of dinner and put my fate and my sexual satisfaction into the hands, or feet rather, of my older sister.

Under the table, I felt Diana's foot still gently rubbing my calf. I could tell that she was still wearing her white pump. Her movements were soft and sensual, though with each stroke her foot would go a little bit higher up my calf. This wasn't too bad, I could handle this fairly comfortably, I thought.

Then I looked up into my sister's eyes. Ohh Diana, do you know how long I've lusted after you? How much further my love for you could go? Do you have any idea how you're fulfilling one of my fantasies right now? All these thoughts broke open floodgates, and I knew I was helpless before her power.

Diana gave me another wink as her pump clad foot slid up next to my knee. I swallowed hard and felt my cock start to push out against my trousers. My lack of underwear was now going to be an even bigger problem than I anticipated.

I tried to eat and participate in the conversation as Diana's high heel shoe crept along the inside of my inner thigh. Never before had I had a woman leave her shoe on when doing this to me. It was a new experience to feel the leather of her pump brushing over the material of my pants. The sensation was made all the more arousing by the fact that I wished she WOULD get rid of her shoe! I desperately wanted to feel her stockinged foot against me.

Well, I suspected she was just being cautious. If someone dropped a utensil she could quickly pull her foot away and not cause suspiscion. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal since I knew that both my sister's routinely got rid of at least one shoe when we had dinner together (I used to drop utensils a lot as a teenager so I know this!)

"You're awful quiet!" My dad asked me suddenly, probably surprised that I wasn't trying to monopolize the conversation like I ususally do.

I swallowed as I felt my older sister's pump slide up towards my throbbing crotch, "I uh, ahhhem, I'm enjoying the food. It's really good."

"What a cop out," He smiled, "What's bugging you son?"

I couldn't look over at Diana as she gently placed the sole of her high heel pump between my legs and began rocking it back and forth over the straining bulge of my hard-on. My throat clamped shut, cutting off a whimper.

"Nothing, I just feel like eating and not talking tonight." My voice cracked as I said this and Diana laughed, a delightful and sexy sound.

"Your voice is breaking Jack, are you finally hitting puberty?" She joked, knowing exactly what the problem was. Beneath the table her pointed toe prodded my trapped and churning balls.

"Silence older sibling!" I tried to sound menacing but my tight throat prevented me from doing anything but croaking. Diana laughed again, winking as the conversation mercifully steered away from me.

I was glad my parents and sisters were there to keep Karen busy. The sensations between my legs were really becoming too much to bear. Diana was calmly running the smooth sole of her pump over my trapped erection, pressing down just enough to graze the fine line between pleasure and pain. I tried not to squirm in my chair as her playful shoe kept me hard and frustrated.

We shared plenty of glances during the meal. I'm sure my eyes conveyed to her the lust and desperation I felt. For her part, Diana seemed amused and contented at her new role as my teasing mistress. Every so often she would press her pump into me and my eyes would bulge and I'd have to supress a whimper in my throat. Her composure though was perfect, and the most I got from her was the occasional wink or sultry smirk.

She kept active though, and used her high heel to great effect for the 45 minutes we sat for dinner.

By the time dessert arrived I was sweating. The sole of Diana's shoe was rolling slowly over my hard cock, which by now was screaming for release behind an unyielding zipper. I'm surprised no one heard him he was so loud!

My mom began passing out the cake to everyone, and I wondered if my sweet torture would end soon.

"Mmmm, dessert, this is where it all pays off." Diana said, looking directly at me. I wasn't sure what she meant, but her shoe left my crotch. For a moment I thought she was done with me.

Only for a moment.

My older sister's foot reappeared in my crotch: shoeless.

I began coughing to cover my arousal. Otherwise I'd have let loose with a groan of ecstasy that would have given away the game. Karen began pounding my back, and all eyes turned to me as I fought for control. Taking a deep breath, I assured everyone that I was fine, I'd just swallowed some water down the wrong way. My body was stiff and all my muscles were taut as I sat up rigidly, using every bit of willpower to appear normal.

Diana was a ruthless mistress though. Her stockinged toes were curling and uncurling over my hard cock, which was now pressing violently against my zipper. She would stop after a few repetitions to push my erection into my thigh with the sole of her foot, then go back to her toe curling routine. It was sheer, blissful agony! My sister's perfect little foot separated from my manhood by only a thin strip of cloth. Oh how I wanted to feel her against my naked cock!

Giving me a quick, sexy look as she ate her cake, Diana continued to masturbate me with her stockinged foot. It was heaven and hell as my white hot dick pulsed and throbbed with excitement against her pumping ped. I was going to cum, soon. I had maybe two minutes to go.

What the hell was I going to do? I wanted this - BAD. But I figured I wouldn't be able to control myself when my orgasm hit. I hadn't had sex with Karen since Tuesday, so I was up and ready to go. I had to make a decision quick: get up from the table, or risk it and let Diana make me cum right here.

Quiet, red faced, fidgeting, and barely eating, I sat there with my mind racing as my sister's foot stroked me towards an orgasm I wanted more than anything right now. So engrossed in my thoughts was I that I hadn't noticed Tara had left the table and just now returned. She shifted in her chair towards me, and put her elbow on the table. Her chin in her hand, she smiled and started asking me about my life.

I tried my best to talk to my oldest sister and sound coherent. But I was shaking under the steady and loving caresses of my other sister's stockinged foot. Glancing nervously at Diana, she gave me another smirk and picked up the pace of her working foot. Back and forth with growing speed the sole of her foot kneaded and teased my hardness. My eyelids fluttered and I could no longer speak.

Tara grinned at me, "Are you ok?" She asked in a low voice.

"Never better." I replied, my mind made up as I felt my balls drawing up close to my body.

Tara looked at me curiously as my orgasm began to sweep up over me.

"Oh my god!" I whispered, shutting my eyes as Diana's stockinged foot stroked the stroke that put me over the edge. My cock swelled and quivered and my balls let loose with a vengeance. A hot and heavy load shot down the length of my shaft and exploded out into my trousers! Years of pent up frustration came out in that orgasm, and I nearly fainted it was so intense. My jaw was clamped shut as I used every last bit of my sanity to stay silent. I could neither hear nor see anything but bright flashing colors as I came and came and came.

Spurt after spurt of semen blasted into my pants, soaking my crotch and trouser leg. My sister's foot continued to rub and knead my cock as it spent its energy. Diana's toes milked the head and she wiggled vigorously to get the last drops out.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Tara was talking quietly to me, but her eyes betrayed a combination of amusement and curiosity. It was obvious she was trying to cover for me, talking to me during my orgasm so that no one else would notice my strained expression and closed eyes.

I swallowed and tried to breathe again, looking around. Karen was explaining some obscure bit of philosophy to my parents, so the threee of them were ignoring me. Diana was radiant in her triumph, and I felt the sole of her foot purposely rubbing over the wet spots on my pants. After about a minute, Diana pulled her foot away from me and stood up, excusing herself from the table with a grin.

Coming back down to earth slowly, I focued on Tara, who had moved closer to me. Did she know what just happened? I was worried.

"Jack, did Karen just make you cum?" She whispered with a conspiratorial grin, "Is her hand in your lap?"

Seeing an exit, I nodded to her, laughing softly, "Yeah, that's it."

Tara blushed and giggled, leaning in even closer, her eyes alight. "Ohhh we women are like that Jack, get used to us being evil." She grinned, "You know I did something like that to my husband when I first met his family."

This sexy talk and the revelation surprised me. Tara had always seemed so prim and proper.

"Oh yeah?" I inquired with enthusiasm, feeling great in the post-orgasm rush!

She licked her lips, the soft light of the room glistening off them, and I had a sudden image of those lips wrapped around my cock. Tara answered my question with a sultry whisper, "Well we had a dinner like this, he's from a big family so there were about 8 of us at the table." Tara giggled again, "You know what I did? I slipped off one of my pumps and gave him a footjob under the table!"

My eyes bulged and my breath caught in my throat. "Oh god, does she know?" I thought.

I tried to play it cool, "Really sis? Did you make him cum?"

"Oh no, he was a little chicken! He got up and left the table before I could do that. He's not as bold as you are little bro!" She winked at me, taking another sip of her wine cooler.

"Sounds great!" I whispered back, feeling life return to my recently deflated cock.

"It was, his face looked just like yours did." Tara winked at me, and I saw mischief in her eyes. "She knows, she's just teasing me." I thought.

Diana had now returned to the table, so I thought this was an opportune time to go and clean up. I tried to dry off as best I could, but there was cum all over the front of my trousers. Diana's footjob had been thorough and intense. I sat on the toilet lid for a minute after I'd dried off to reflect on what just happened.

Now Diana and I had entered a new phase of our relationship. I was excited and a little scared as to where it would lead. My only hope was that I could please her as much as she'd pleased me.

Then there was Tara. She obviously knew I'd cum at the table, and she'd covered for me. Whether she believed Karen was responsible was open to doubt, especially after telling me about giving her husband a footjob. Maybe she was playing with me, maybe she was more "evil" as she'd put it, than I had given her credit for. Well, perhaps I should explore this. But that was in the future.

Right now I had to go back in the dining room and pretend everything was A-OK. Well, wasn't everything A-OK, in fact wasn't everything a fantasy come true?

By jove it was!!

Grinning lustily, I walked back into the dining room. I approached the table from behind Tara. Glancing down, I saw that Tara had her pumps off and her legs crossed towards my empty chair. Diana also had her pumps off. Yummy!

Sitting heavily, I announced, "OK, I'm back, you can all relax now!"

Everyone laughed, and my dad commented, "Now that's the guy I remember!" I leaned over and "high fived" my dad. Sitting back down I felt a set of stockinged toes exploring up under the cuff of my left leg. Looking over at Diana, I saw her cock an eyebrow at me. I winked back as her foot moved gently around my ankle.

Diana turned to talk to my mom, so I looked over at Tara. Karen was arguing politics with my dad, so it was useless to try and join in.

"Well I've gotta go little bro." Tara said, putting her hand on my forearm. Under the table I felt her pantyhosed foot brush slowly up the back of my right calf, then over and down my shin as she uncrossed her legs. I tensed and looked up at her, feeling another stirring between my legs.

She licked her lips and gave me a sly grin, "I've gotta put my shoes back on."'

"You're barefoot? I thought I smelled something." I replied, unable to stop my smartass streak even though I was very turned on!

Tara gave me a look of mock disgust, and started to lightly kick my shin, "My feet do not stink!"

"Do too."

"Do not."

We continued our exchange, laughing softly, but Tara never stopped grinning and lightly kicking me under the table. Her nyloned toes even hooked up under the cuff of my pants leg a couple of times. With Diana's foot still stroking my other ankle, I was in heaven once again!

Finally we were both quiet, and Tara looked at me, her eyes soft and her smile warm. She was no longer kicking me, but her toes had found there way up my pants leg again.

"Ooops, sorry, my foot keeps getting caught." She whispered. Instead of pulling her toes out and away from me, Tara slid them down my sock to my ankIe. Before I could speak to her, my dad asked her something. As Tara answered her stockinged toes began tracing patterns around my ankle.

"Oh god, BOTH my sisters are playing footsie with me!" My mind rejoiced! This was just tooo good!

I swallowed hard and tried to breathe, my erection now forcefully returning. I felt Tara's foot make one last sensual stroke of my ankle with her arch, then disappear. My oldest sister looked at me again with smug satisfaction, standing up, stepping into her pumps as she bade everyone farewell.

Tara leaned down to kiss me on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "Like I said, get used to us women being evil little bro." She giggled then left.

Once again I was hot and bothered by my sister, although it wasn't Diana this time. Tara's last statement had me throbbing, and it was clear that she knew Diana had given me a footjob.

The seed I'd planted had sprouted already. This was going to be an interesting year.