I popped Deen’s big toe in my mouth. It had such a lovely shape. I twirled my tongue around it while gently sucking. Then I grazed it with my teeth, giving it playful bites. I returned to sucking the big toe, vacuuming it as I pulled back. I released the toe with a loud pop.

  I looked at Deen and winked at her. My horny best friend bit her lip while rubbing sticks to create fire under the blanket. She stuck her tongue out at me. “Your alternative type of massage really helps,” she said. “I can feel the aches leaving my foot. I’m sure it’ll work out.

  “Of course, I’ll continue,” I said, happy that Deen was playing along. “Anything for my not-so-little sister.”

  I sucked on the next toe. If the big toe corresponded to the thumb on the hand, what was this next one called? It should be the index finger of the foot. Index toe? I had to research this later. I let it go after a strong sucking finale. But instead of moving on to the next toe, I ran my tongue in between the big toe and the index toe.

  Deen gasped. “Ooo… I love that…”

  I was pleased that I was making the right moves even though I had no experience with foot fetish. I couldn’t say that I was into feet—this was a foreign desire to me. Only now I was appreciating how beautiful a foot could be, especially with Deen’s toes with colorless polish. Though I wasn’t personally turned on by what I was doing, Deen most certainly was.

  She stared at me with half-closed eyes while breathing through her mouth. The blanket covering her moved a lot as if there was a ghost underneath.

  That was me, Erind, the Master of Seduction. I enjoyed turning Deen on without touching her boobs or massaging between her legs. This was power! Just see my effect on Amber Deen Leska, the object of desire of hundreds of guys, probably. Here she was, getting turned on by everything I was doing. Yep, I felt powerful and in control.

  Incest sister play and foot fetish play? This should more than pay for what Deen had done for me today. But I’d still have to personally make her come later. I had to eat her out before the night was over. This foot thing was appetizers before the main course, priming her for what was to… come. Hehe, nice pun.

  I bet she was already imagining what my tongue could do to other parts of her body. She could be picturing me between her legs right now. I was game to that later, and I had quite the surprise in store.

  I finished all the toes of Deen’s right foot in a couple of minutes and moved on to the left foot. This time, I started by sucking her toes.

  “Mhmm… Erind…”

  “What?” I asked, unlatching my lips on her pinky toe.

  “Oh, nothing! I was just… um, moaning your name.”

  I innocently tilted my head. “Why would you be moaning my name? That sounds super weird, sis.”

  “I-I was just practicing for a school contest I’m planning to join. That’s it!”

  “What contest?” I asked, chuckling. “We both go to the same university, remember? I’ve never heard of anything like—”

  “It’s a Moan Your Sister’s Name Contest,” Deen interjected. “You don’t know about it because you don’t have a social life, never joining any co-curricular activities. Now, can you please, please, return to massaging my foot? I desperately need it.”

  “Wow, no need to be so harsh, sis,” I said, before licking the curve of her left sole. Running my tongue up and down the slight and delicate arch, I observed her toes glistening with my saliva start to curl. It was satisfying to observe—evidence of the effect I had on her.

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  “Please… My toes…” Deen blurted with harried breathing. She only had one eye open now while looking up at the ceiling. Her eye was starting to roll as her right hand worked overtime between her legs. I wouldn’t be surprised if all I’d see would be only the white of her pupil. Her left hand crept to her breast, cupping it.

  “What did you say?” I innocently asked.

  “My toes…”

  And I granted her wish—I was a benevolent god, that way. I vigorously sucked on Deen’s toes while massaging her calves. Deen increased the intensity of her fire-making efforts. She also tweaked her nipple that was glaringly noticeable through her shirt, given how hardened it was.

  “Erind, I’m so near…”

  Near where? We’re just in my room? I wanted to blurt that funny reply, but I wasn’t that much of a bully. Deen would probably strangle me if I ruined her moment. And I was all for some sisterly love since it was my role.

  Several small groans escaped Deen’s gaping mouth. Her hips gently rocked. I could feel the bed moving in rhythm. She squeezed her breasts as she played harder with herself. I could tell she was close to that perfect feeling.

  As the older sister, I had to help her out. I raised both of her legs and put her feet together, side by side. I sucked both toes, fitting them in my mouth. Stupid Deen thrashed about when I started my combo licking attack. She spread her legs, and her toes stretched my mouth. I grabbed her ankles so she wouldn’t rip my cheeks with her superstrength as she neared climax.

  Deen's hand was rubbing faster; I could hear the squelching sounds clearly. A loud moan escaped her mouth, "Erind! Oooh!" I spat out her toes as she convulsed for several seconds as if she was possessed by a ghost in a horror movie. It was fulfilling to see the result of my hard work.

  “You definitely won the Moan Your Sister’s Name Contest,” I snidely remarked.

  And then, Deen deflated. With her eyes closed, she didn’t move other than her rising and falling chest.

  I sat beside her with a smirk on my face. “Did you enjoy yourself? I couldn’t believe you did that while I was watching.”

  “That was awesome… sis…” Deen managed to say.

  “Hey, you’re supposed to pretend to be embarrassed that I caught you playing with yourself.” I wasn’t actually annoyed with Deen. But I had to commit to the bit. “Just because you climaxed doesn’t mean that it’s over.”

  “Well, I’m not embarrassed,” Deen said, sitting up and turning to me. “We’re both adults, sis, and we both know what we just did.”

  I tapped the tip of her nose. “Your line is: ‘I wasn’t doing that.’ Say it.”

  She groaned. “Fine… I wasn’t playing with myself,” she said in a deadpan tone.

  “Oh, come on, sis. Didn’t we promise that we’ll be open with each other?”

  “We did?”

  “Yeah,” I said, tapping her nose again. “It’s part of our backstory that I decided just now. We promised never to keep secrets, something like that, to build our relationship and become closer as sisters. Anyway, uh, where were we? Oh, yeah. We’re both girls here. Just admit you were playing with yourself.”

  Deen sighed. “I was.” It seemed that she was tired of this sister play now.

  “Do you have a boyfriend, sis?” I asked. “I bet you do. Every guy would love to have you.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t have a boyfriend right now. And I—uh, Erind, I hope you don’t get angry…”

  “You want to try something else?” I asked.

  “What kind of something else? I think that’s enough roleplay for now. We can save your idea for next time. I promise that we’ll do it, so don’t be angry.’

  “I’m not angry,” I said. Funny that she was worried about that. She was a considerate partner. Maybe it was better to be with a woman than a man? “It’s not roleplay that I’m thinking of,” I clarified as I raised my right hand and opened my palm. “Want me to use—?”

  “Yes!” Deen grabbed my wrist and shook it. “Please. I’ve been dreaming of you turning into Blanchette again. I’ll beg, if you want me to.”

  “No need, you weirdo,” I said. “It’s like begging gets you off or something. And begging loses its fun part if you’re willing to do it.”

  “Are you the expert in begging now? What’s the fun part you're talking about?”

  “Seeing you look so pitiful while begging,” I said, pecking at her lips. Then I summoned the Blanchette mask. Its red glow painted Deen’s anticipating face. I put it on, and I was Blanchette, ready to eat my best friend.