“Fine! Fine!” Finn finally gave up, “I have nothing to hide anyway! It was big boobs! I like girls with massive bonkers! No offense please…”
“Why should there be any?” asked Alice, Finn’s sister with A-cup breasts. “So, wait, it’s only titties? That’s it?”
“Well, there was a striptease, there was boobjobs, cum on boobs, lesbians… with big boobs… What can I say, I’m a simple man!” Finn was a bit embarrassed, but he owned his preferences.
“Well, that does explain your choice of woman,” remarked Alice.
From his first love – a young ebony student with perfect skin; to European girls; to a half-Japanese half-Mongolian hostess they met – all of his partners were well endowed in regards to their breasts.
“At least I’ll know now not to make friends with big-tiddied girls – it’s super annoying to find them in your bed.”
“It was one time, and she practically forced me to!”
“Aww, you poor boy!”
“I’m older than you, you know?”
“No but really, is it all just tits with you?”
“What else there is? I’m not a butts guy!”
“Well, feet, maybe?” Alice faltered, cursing herself silently.
“What about those?” Finn’s confusion seemed genuine.
“I mean, titties was all you looked at? No fetishes no nothing?”
“What fetishes? Like latex and stuff?! You know how much I hate perverts!”
“Whatever. So, you can’t do it without big titties, and that got you so nervous??
“Well, it worked for me to remember Silvia at first. But then Mom felt the need to transmit that she’s now with Andre, and that’s a… Well…”
“Mood killer?”
“Babayaga. The thought of her going for Andre of all people goes full John Wick on my mood. It’s just devastating.”
Alice suppressed the urge to chuckle, seeing how sad heartbroken Finn looked. The issue was real to him, so it’s not to be made fun of. Alice reached out and hugged him for comfort.
“Oh, brother, you are so funny sometimes!”
Finn embraced Alice too. The two stood hugging for a moment, but then Finn shifted awkwardly in place. The next moment Alice pulled back.
“Hey, Finnley. What the fuck?!”
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
“Ah! Big brother! You are so big!” said Alice in a high-pitched voice, without taking her eyes off Finn’s flushed face.
“You know I can’t control it?” Finn tried to defend a tent in his shorts.
“I know. I know.” Agreed Alice seriously, before switching to a seductive porn voice: “You can’t control your deep… primal… urges when you are around your defenseless little sister!”
“Okay, Alice, what the fuck!” yelled Finn, the tent in his pants now gone.
“‘Help me, big brother! I’m stuck!’, ‘Oh, sis! You are of age already, it’s time you become a woman!'” Alice narrated, changing the tonality of her voice.
“What the!” yelled Finn, barely able to stand from the laughter, “I don’t have anything for you!”
“Gasp! Brother! You’re breaking my heart!”
“And we’re siblings for fuck’s sake!”
“It’s okay! You are actually adopted, and/or I’m on the pill!” Alice kept joking, by now her shoulders shook with laughter too.
“Can’t we… pretend… like nothing happened?” Finn collapsed on the floor from laughter.
“Oh I don’t know if we can, after what happened…”
“I have a quiche!”
“Deal!”
The two finished laughing and then took a moment to catch their breaths.
“Okay, but really. Please don’t hide any news we have on our ship, okay? I got mad worried there.”
“Right. I just tried to protect you.”
“I know you did. Good night, brother.”
“Good night… Alice.”
And with that, Alice left.
***
Alice decided to hit the shower first before sleep. They had warm water from the electric boiler, but the water pressure went down recently. Finn promised to fix the pump outside but hasn’t gotten around to it yet.
Locking the door, Alice stripped, then glanced at herself in a tiny mirror. Brown hair, blue eyes, a nose she was proud of, and a mouth with lips that could be puffier, and slightly protruding cheekbones – all making up her memorable face.
Looking at her own reflection Alice frowned. Maybe she shouldn’t have ridiculed her brother this much? After all, it’s not the worst that has happened between the two of them growing up together.
Alice remembered the words of her mother: “Know yourself – and control your emotions”.
When Alice was very young, a ship they traveled on was attacked by pirates – “just like in a movie” – except that they could all die. Their father was sick with something, and it fell to her mother to stare down a gang of armed thugs. They managed to come out alive – unscathed and even not robbed. That’s when Mom explained that emotions are good in ordinary life – but in a dangerous time, even a single misplaced emotion could doom her, and everyone she cares about.
With that in mind, Alice thought she handled the incident with her brother well – no one got hurt or bitter, and they shared a good laugh. Humor is important.
Alice cupped her small breasts with nipples hardened from cold air. Time for the shower.
Alice wasn’t concerned about her figure. Sure, some men – like her brother – would drool over massive tits or fat butts. Alice wasn’t like that – she had small perky breasts, a tight round ass, but her face was lovely, her tall figure refined by years of training gymnastics and martial arts making her very nimble. There was no shortage of men trying to make a pass on her, and up until now it was only her decision that kept her single.
Under the coughing shower cap, Alice began soaping up her biggest pride – her legs. She had long and straight legs that she always kept smooth-shaven, and her Greek-type toes well pedicured.
Alice frowned again – about two things at once. She ought not to have mentioned “feet” as a sexual fetish to her brother, that was a slip-up. From the depths of her mind, a darker memory emerged.
All she learned about foot fetish, she learned against her will.
Her whole life she was getting compliments for the beauty of her feet – even from complete strangers, but she never gave it much mind. Well, sure, her feet are long, so what?
That was until their family – through some miracle – landed in a decent hotel. Separate rooms, large beds, all-inclusive breakfasts and dinners. Young Alice – who was 14 at the time – was overjoyed and went round the place filming all she could see – the trees, the sea, the rooms. She filmed dipping her toes in a pool as a way to brag about having one. She uploaded it online for her friends – girls her age – to bicker from envy all day.
She never gave it any thought, until much later in the evening she received a direct message. Some old creep found a video with her toes and wrote her a large letter, which, being a curious little girl, Alice read… almost till the half. By then she felt physically sickened. Repulsed, she blocked the messenger, but the creep persisted. He started writing her from other accounts, calling her names, saying that “she knew what she was doing” – which she clearly did not. She was barely a teen, and she had no idea that someone could even conjure in their mind something as sick and disgusting, let alone send that to a young girl!
Later, knowledge that was forced upon her, affected Alice’s socialization with her peers and adults as she fled from every shadow. “Classmate that I like mentioned my feet while talking about basketball – what does he mean by that?!”, “Passenger in the bus asked me to move my legs as he got out – is he a creep?!”, “Mister Dupert – a friendly trainer at a gym – compliments my thighs and offers private training sessions – is he a pervert too?!”
(Alice moved and was unaware of the sentence Mister Dupert got when police checked his hard drive – following the lead from one of his “private lessons” victims speaking up.)
But that night she ended up wiping all her social media accounts and crying till the morning. A bit of childhood innocence was stolen from her via text by a freak from the opposite side of the world, who, for all she knew, would never face any accountability for his actions.
Alice finished showering and grabbed a towel. Pressing it onto her face she stood still for a few moments contemplating life. She can’t change the past, but now she’s a grown-up woman. She is no longer afraid, but rather curious to explore – just how much could her feet affect men?
If only she wasn’t stuck on this station this summer…
Later in her bed, one more thought came to her mind – her brother was genuine and completely oblivious to the existence of foot fetishes or kinks. Is that because he never had the need to explore porn genres with all the sex he’s been having? Anyway, it was good to know that the person she relied upon the most was completely normal and not perverted at all.
***
A few more boring uneventful days went by. The lingering tension was gone and siblings went back to sharing laughs, talking future, and occasionally hugging. There still was a strain in the brothers’ posture, but at least now Alice knew what it meant and tried not to bring it up.
It was another evening. Alice finished painting her toenails, and was waiting for them to dry – being alone hundreds of kilometers from civilization was no excuse to look like a rug! Finn was on a tablet, scrolling in annoyance back and forth through a saved movie collection without picking anything, awkwardly shifting in place and hiding his crotch.
“That bad, huh?” Alice asked.
“Bah. Trust me, you don’t want to know,” Finn wasn’t in the mood to go back to the same talk.
“You’re right, I don’t.” Alice thought for a bit. “And yet here we are. By the way, you… haven’t tried reading erotica? Y’know, instead of watching?”
“Like what, fifty colors of gayness? That’s for women!” Finn was outraged.
report “No, there are actually a lot of stories that are straight-out male fantasies… Ah, too bad we have no internet, I would have shown you!”
“Huh. So that’s where you got all your stuff from the other day?” Finn threw an inspecting glance at his little sister. “And what kind of stories do you read?”
“Oh, there are some…” suddenly Alice felt like she was a fish on a grill. She did have quite a few preferred themes and authors, but exposing those to her brother felt awkward. Luckily, she remembered a safe alternative. “Oh, there’s a new author. Called, uhm, ‘Agent’ and some numbers…”
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