His dad raised me since I was seven years old and, to me, this kid has always been my brother… not a stepbrother. But … apparently … I’m just a stepbrother to him because he never bothered to even call and tell me about the wedding. He never calls, and neither do any of my other family members except for my Mom. I’m always the one to reach out.  It’s sad, but I guess I’ll have to get over my sentimentality.

Sometimes I think HE KNOWS how attracted I was to him (and his big feet) and has known about the attraction since we were younger … and maybe doesn’t want me around. 

Now, I forgot to tell you a bit about him and my situation…

I’ll give my little bro the codename of “Brian” for this tale.   The story I’m about to tell you took place when he was a senior in high school (but he was 18!) and was still living at home. He was a handsome brunette, short-haired, 5’9 –5’0 (about 1.82 m), well-built and insanely sexy.  He had bright blue eyes and wears about 10 ½ - 11 shoe size.

NORMALLY Brian was happy, funny, generous and gentle.  But there were times when … well, Brian had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder when he was sixteen.   This dark time began when me and the rest of the family noticed that the funny, loving, gentle youth we once knew began to disappear more and more. Soon Brian was a stranger to us half the time.  So Mom and my stepdad got him help.

Most people who have bipolar disorder cycle between the depths of depression and the highs of mania. Brian has primarily experienced the manic form of the condition. When this occurs, it’s often referred to as unipolar mania.  Doctors still don’t totally understand what causes bipolar disorder. It’s widely believed that it occurs when chemicals in the brain aren’t working correctly. Stress or trauma may trigger the condition. It also runs in families. Brian however, has no known family members with the disorder.

Anyway, my little bro was prescribed something called diphenhydramine (I THINK) to sleep.  It works, but Bri never liked the way it made him feel the morning after.  When the drug knocked him out, I shamefully took advantage.  I did this by taking the time to remove his shoes and socks after tucking him into bed (but leaving his bare feet exposed).  As he slept, I’d be on the side of bed fantasizing about kissing and worshipping his perfectly-shaped, sexy and (because he liked skateboarding) often smelly feet.

One Friday he came home after skateboarding AND after having taken his high-powered opioid pain medication. The sight of him stumbling almost semi-conscious into the living room after hours of skating was pretty exciting.

This clueless-to-his-own-good-looks eighteen-year-old just had that something… a sparkle of sexiness that had me imagining myself as being his devoted foot slave—kissing, rubbing and licking his feet whenever he wanted me to.  Because I still lived at home at twenty-one, I could imagine a life of doing nothing but obeying Brian’s wishes all day.  I could imagine myself being trampled by him, lying stretched out on the sidewalk with one foot on my face and another one on my cock while he checked the messages on his cell.   I imagined waking him up in the morning by licking on his bare ankles, then long licks surrounding the balls of his feet… following up to his amazing toes … and then passionately sucking each of his toes  individually, spending a lot of time licking in-between them where the aroma of his sweat was the most alluring.  I know it was “wrong” to think of my younger step brother in that way, but… it was what it was.

Anyway, it was an amazing afternoon … an amazing late afternoon with just me and one of my sisters at home by ourselves while our parents were out. We were watching tv, simply occupying ourselves, when suddenly my dazed little bro came stumbling in through the front door, asking if Mom was there because he wanted to talk to her about something. We told him that Mom was out running errands, and so Brian decided to just stay home. My sister popped some popcorn, went into the living room, and put in a DVD. We had two loveseat couches set up in individual corners of our living room at the time. My sister took one, while my little bro took the other.

Then my sister got a call from one of her friends and abruptly left the house!  She told us she would be back late… and I was shamefully elated.  It would just me and Brian alone now until the folks got home. 

I remember my little bro’s “skater” attire as if it were yesterday.  Brian had just turned eighteen, but he wouldn’t change his style for at least another two years.  That evening his clothes, combined with his youthful sexiness, made my dick hard.  He was wearing a white basic T­shirt layered with this blue abstract print shirt.  He paired it with jeans shorts and this blue baseball cap. On his feet were these complementing Nike sneakers which I personally loved.

And I REALLY loved those sneakers when he kicked them OFF, revealing his slightly sweat-stained light blue crew socks.  After pulling off those socks Brian lay down horizontally on the couch… and I practically jumped onto the end corner of that couch where he had placed his bare feet. Shortly after the movie started, I asked him if he wanted a blanket to keep his legs and feet warm, as he was wearing the shorts like mine and his meds made him cold.   He shrugged in agreement, so I grabbed the blanket that was sitting on top of our couch and draped it over both of us.  This wasn’t as weird as it sounds.  My stepbro and I had been wrapping a single blanket around both ourselves while watching television together since the days of morning cartoons when we were really little kids.

I kept taking quick glances and peeks underneath the blanket at where Brian’s feet were while simultaneously trying to act casual. A short time later, he ended up stretching out one of his legs and his one foot landed rather close to my face from how I was positioned on the couch. This also had been going on since we were kids, but I hadn’t been attracted to Brian’s boy-sized feet back then.  His teen/young adult feet?  Well…

Anyway, his teen/young adult-sized foot was definitely within reaching distance, so I decided to test the waters.  I carefully placed one of my hands up against the arch of his foot. I kept it there for about a minute, then moved it away. A few minutes later, I went for it again, and this time kept my hand there for a longer period of time. I looked over to him. No reaction whatsoever except for a yawn. His cute face looked completely focused on the television screen. He was on the verge of passing out.  I then took a gamble, and just began to softly give his bare foot a little massage. Again, he took no notice, for I had been doing things like this for about two years by the time of this tale.   Hell, when we were kids he sometimes used his toes to playfully pinch my nose!  So I continued to give his foot small rubs and squeezes here and there. I still remember his foot was warm to the touch, so I knew I’d need to come up with some other excuse as to why I was vigorously rubbing them more than usual.    

And eventually he did ask.  My excuse was….

“Aren’t your feet cold. Bro?”

He groggily replied, “Not at all, but that feels gooooodddddd…”

He was already drowsy from having taken his diphenhydramine and I knew he’d be in a dead sleep soon.  Once he really was out cold and slightly snoring, I first decided then to just focus on the rest of the movie, all the while just casually caressing and massaging his foot with both hands. My massage on his foot must've lasted a good half hour until the movie was over. By now my stepbro had his legs slightly bent underneath the blanket with his feet not being as close to my face as before, but still within reaching distance with my own legs and feet. Since he was dead to the world and even snoring (and our folks hadn’t arrived home yet) I took another risk and carefully aligned both the soles of my feet with his, and it felt amazing!  I remember at one point in the movie, there was a rather intense car chase scene going on, and I absentmindedly grabbed Brian’s sleeping toes with mine rather aggressively.  Oh, that felt so good!  I glanced at Brian. His big liquid blue eyes were closed—he was deeply out of it and looking even cuter than normal if that was possible. 

I eventually got off the couch and crouched down closer to my slumbering stepbro’s bare feet.  There was a good chance that my Mom and stepdad would arrive at any moment, but at the time I was so freaking hot with lust that I was willing to take a chance.  I lowered my head, eyes closed, and hungrily sucked my bro’s toes. One by one.  The ones on each foot. Then I licked lavishly between them before using my tongue to bathe the soles of his feet. I heard myself panting and moaning shamelessly all the while.

For each foot I just kept repeating my process—placing the toes in my mouth and sucking hungrily upon them, then using my tongue to dart rapidly between them.  I used my tongue to penetrate the sensitive spaces there over and over. I did this until I came strongly in my pants.  After regaining some of my strength, I reluctantly backed off Brian’s feet and re-covered them. 

I was innocently asleep on the couch with my bro by the time the folks finally got home.