So I grew up in a very rural town. Morgan, Utah was a small town, one hospital, one high school, one bank, one everything honestly, and my brother, mom, and I.

Me and my little brother grew up on a farm, but pursued different things around middle school. He pursued athletics and I pursued music and we became very proficient at both. We stayed fit and in shape to make our single mother look great to our small neighborhood. Our mother was always so proud of us and we were very close. He was younger than me, and I remember how sweaty my brother would get after his football and lacrosse practices. Anytime his sweaty foot odor would fill the air, my 7 inch cock would throb like no other. My guitar and piano classes were always finished before his so me and my mom would wait in the parking lot outside of school until he was done.

 I usually sat in the back seat waiting for him to join me. After his football practice, he’d remove his size 12 cleats and air them out in the car. This always had me so horny. Mom didn’t like us sitting in the front seat because she always thought we smelled. She was right. My brother’s feet reeked, but I fucking loved it.

Once he was in the car he’d stretch his legs out next to me to get comfortable. I would get so horny, I’d massage his sweaty socked feet on the car ride.

 ‘You’ve been working hard Marco’ as I’d rub his big arches. ‘Your feet must be killing you’ 

‘Thanks Jay, that feels really nice’

This became our routine for the fall seasons. And every time, I’d get more and more bold. I would try to get my nose as close to his socks as possible. Eventually, he picked up on my foot fetish and would put his feet on my lap. There was no way he couldn’t feeling my huge boner. God I loved his sweaty feet in his football socks. I would keep massaging and he’d wiggle his toes and dig his heel into my boner. I looked at him and he winked at me.

 ‘You boys doing alright back there?’

 ‘Yea mom, it’s just really hot back here’ Marco said with a grin on his face.

 I couldn’t help it any more, I dug my nose into his sweaty socks and took a huge whiff. I couldn’t stop. He was still rubbing his heel into my boner and after a few minutes of sniffing, I had, till this day, the best orgasm of my life. My younger brother looked at me in shock. I had light blue jeans on and I spurted 9 ropes of cum to his stinky feet and my jeans and the heel of his socks were completely soiled.

 Now every time after practice I’m in the backseat like a bitch in heat for my brother stinky size 12 feet. I wasn’t even ashamed to hide it anymore. Mom would even catch me sniffing my brother’s feet from the driver side.

 ‘Marco stop doing that to your brother, he’s gonna pass out’

 ‘No mom, it’s okay. Jay loves this’

 ‘It’s true mom, can’t help it’ as Marco’s toes wrapped around my nose. I was in heaven and I didn’t care. My brother’s feet are the best

 ‘Alright boys, this generation is so weird these days’