First footjob story

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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. I raised my head up from the side window. Still bleary eyed from sleeping all the way there I can just barely make out the rose-colored face of my apartment building. I usually can't sleep in cars, but I didn't get any sleep last night, so the half hour over here was the first time I slept in the last twenty four hours.

Seriously, I don't have to be anywhere for the next four hours. She's usually not this nice to me. We've been best friends since high school, so of course every other sentence has an insult or a put down; my heart shaped face, my wide hips, pear shaped body, my fair complexion, I could go on. But, like all good friends, she knows when to lay off. My latest boyfriend, Ken, broke up with me last night.

We had been dating for a year and a half, so there were a lot of different reasons he left, all my boyfriends had a lot of different reasons, but one thing was common: my brother, James. Guys always put up with how my brother and I acted and related to each other. They begrudgingly accepted when I put my time with him over them, some times even cancelling prior engagements so he wouldn't feel alone in our house. But the straw that broke the camel's back this time was getting this apartment with James instead of Ken.

Ken wanted us to move in first footjob story, but I went with my brother because I knew him all my life. And when he'd come over, I would always tell him we couldn't get intimate when James was there. I suppose that after four months, he had enough. Trust me, you'll find someone who's into you more than you are. I laugh a little. It feels like the first time in ages. She's right. I open my door, say good bye, and head inside. When the door first footjob story behind me, I look in the mirror to my right.

My brown hair was still up in a bun from the day before, so I undo it and let it fall to my shoulders. I take a look at my outfit.

Black jewel sack shirt, blue capris, my black and pink Nikes, plus some light gray socks. I want to change into my pajamas and go to bed, but I'm too exhausted for that. So I just turn around to my living room and fall on my couch. I lose track of time. I just lay there thinking I've always been close with my brother. Some people say too close. Some people think we're dating, and then stop talking when we tell them we're siblings.

It even annoyed a lot of my exes. James was always jealous of how many relationships I've had. Despite the fact that he's a few years older, he's never had a girlfriend in his life, and that's why I spend more time with him than my boyfriends. I've had a lot of boyfriends, but I'll only get one brother. I hear the first footjob story open and close.

James is home. I quickly remember his weird little rule about my feet being on the couch. He says my shoes could tear holes in the fabric. The last thing I need is to be scolded for a stupid little rule, so I feel for the armrest and stick my legs off the side. My eyes stay closed, I'm still trying to catch up on some sleep. I hear James come into the room. He says nothing, but I hear him walk closer. I can almost feel him at the end of the couch. He stands there for a couple of minutes. I want to tell him to fuck off, but I'll let him stay; I may not be asleep, but I probably look like I am.

Then, I feel his hand on top of my left foot. He slowly unties my shoe and pulls it off, so as not to wake me up. And then I feel my sock come off. Okay, still not a big deal. He was always the barefoot type, never wore just socks; always socks and shoes or nothing at all. He's also one first footjob story the sweetest, most considerate people I've ever met. He always jerks away from me when I put my feet on him, but he'll always rub them if I ask nice enough. So when I feel his hands on the top of my foot and the sole, I think nothing of it.

He's great with massaging, I even joke that he should work in a parlor. He takes a deep breath, like he always does before he starts, then I hear the gentle thud of my shoe on the floor. Now, he starts. I feel him move his hand over my toes, pushing them back and moving over them back and forth. It feels nice.

I wonder if he's used lotion: if feels a little slick and very soft. Then I feel his hand move between him first and second first footjob story. He's still moving very slowly back and forth. This is a first, he hasn't done this before. Then I realize that something doesn't feel right about this. His hand feels different. Why does his hand feel larger than usual? Is it swollen? Then I realize it feels pretty round, too.

And then I realize I open my eyes to see what it is. I was almost asleep, but the surprise of seeing his cock on my foot made me wide awake. I sit up. I look down at my feet, then back at him.

He's desperately trying to get his pants and boxers back on, as if I didn't already catch him. Chelsea, I uh He obviously didn't think I'd wake up and catch him.

We sit there, trading glances, shocked, confused, and embarrassed. I heard you and Ken broke up. I catch him staring back down at my feet.

First footjob story

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