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 BAREFOOT SEDUCTION (mc - mf - ft)

   DISCLAIMER As usual, this is a sexual content story that shouldn't be
read by anybody under the legal age.  This is a mind control story, thus,
it's just fantasy.  In fact, it's distantly based on a Spanish TV series
called "Los Serrano", altought it's my very personal version of it.  I
should also thank other "brother and sister incest" story writers, such as
Night Wolf (Ahead of the Game") or FranZAM (HypnoSister) which helped me a
lot find the kind of relation I wanted to describe.

   I hope you like it.  I have to more chapters to come, and any feedback
would be thanked.  Read and enjoy.

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   Chapter 1: My sis and I

   It was five or six months ago that my father married a woman about his
age, in an attempt to build up his life from its ruins.  I agreed with it,
even if I didn't quite like the woman he had chosen.  The thing was, when
he was with his new wife he seemed un-energetic, empty, completely under
her mercy.  But hey, he was old enough, and he had to discover it for
himself.

   For me, this happy marriage had another uneasy consequence: a new sister
and a new little brother.  I didn't care much about the boy: he was three
years younger than me, sort of cute if I have to tell the truth, and we had
fun with each other, running all around the house, playing stupid games and
watching TV programs we shouldn't be watching.

   The trouble came with her.  Jenny.  She was twenty.  I forgot to say
that I am eighteen.  The collapse of hormones in the house was unavoidable.
When I first met I thought: "well, she's not quite my type.  There will be
now problem".  She was the typical "girl next door": nice, stylish, with
sweet teenager tits and a soft round ass.  She usually wore those kinds of
t-shirts that hardly cover the nipples and absolutely show the belly
button. But I thought to myself: "she's too posh: she'll never break me".

   Soon I realized that she was trying hard to seduce me.  She appeared
suddenly in the corridor wearing nothing but a tiny towel when I was going
out of my room, she danced all over the house swinging her soft sexy body,
she asked my to massage her back, her shoulders, her neck...

   I didn't understand it: she was without any doubt attractive.  She could
have any other boy in the town.  I wasn't interested: why couldn't she
leave me alone?

   One thing specially disturbed me.  I... I have a little fetish about
female feet.  It's something I can't hide, whenever a girl shows her bare
feet close to me, I begin fantasying about me caressing them, kissing them,
having them all over my skin, and around my cock, like a tight, soft,
delicious pussy.

   And one night, while we were watching TV, Jenny put her legs on mine,
rubbed them a bit and then asked innocently: "my feet hurt horribly.  Would
you give them a good massage, bro, please, please, please?"

   I know what I would have said: "No, thanks, I'm good", and keep focusing
on that stupid quiz show.  But I saw those little feet, so cute, so
desirable... It was obvious that she took good care of them, as he took
care of every part of her body.  They were so close to my hand, and she
moved them a bit, up and down, like flapping.  I was weak, then, and now I
regret it.  I said: "Ok, sis, give me those feet".

   And I started massaging her feet, starting with her soles, running my
thumb up and down, pressing the centre and keeping the pressure not to
tickle her.  I was astonished: sometimes feet look much smoother than they
really are.  These didn't: they were soft like silk, and cold, without any
trace of dirt.  I knew I would never see anything similar again.  The
massage lasted almost half an hour.  When I finished (with my great
disappointment) and I looked at her, she had a devilish smile in her face.

   "Thanks, bro", she said, "that was more than I even expected".

   I stood up and walked to my room.  I was scared.  I understood what had
just happened: she had been looking for my weak point in my defences for
the last weeks, and know, with my strong erection, I had just shown it to
her.  And she was ready to use it against me.

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   Chapter 2: Seduction

   I didn't almost see my sister in the next few days, which worried me
even more.  For sure she was preparing something.  Something evil.  I
didn't want to know it.  I even thought about going away on holidays to
avoid her.  But when I told my father he got really mad at me.

   "Don't speak nonsense.  Don't you like your new family?  Well, you have
to, they are your family now.  So I order you to stay here as long as it
takes to bond with your new brother and sister".

   I couldn't tell him that the problem was, precisely, that her new
daughter wanted to bond to much with me.

   Anyway, those calm times were nothing but the prelude of a storm.  The
definitive storm.

   One night, when I got home from the gym, I realized there was a strange
silence in the house.  There was nobody, or at least that's what I first
thought.  I went to my room, and there she was, on my bed, with some
aromatic candles, listening to music and wearing a black night robe.  She
was laying face down, arched back, and her feet were dangling back and
forward over her body.  I tried not to seem concerned at all.

   "What are you doing here, sis?  This is not your room"

   "I know, bro.  Aren't you going to give me a welcome kiss?"

   A welcome kiss.  We are not that kind of family, I thougt.  But what the
hell, I couldn't think of any reason not to do it.  I was really tired
after my gym exercises.  When I leaned forward to kiss her I could smell
the candles.  It was a penetrating, sickly sweet smell.  I felt a small
dizziness and stood back.

   "What's wrong, bro, are you Ok?"

   Good, she was sweeter than ever.  She had make up on her (why would she
make up just to stay home, should I have thought, but I didn't), and her
eyes seemed to glow and sparkle with the light of the candles.

   "You are tired, aren't you"

   "Yes"

   "That's Ok, bro, you know you can relax here"

   "Mmmmh"

   I was feeling more and more light-headed with every breath.  The soft
low music didn't help.

   "What... what's this music?  I don't remember hearing it before"

   "No, you have never heard it.  It's a special relaxing chill out CD that
I reserve for special occasions"

   "That's... nice.  Is this... a... special occasion?"

   "Shhh", she said, "just listen to it and relax".

   The music, the smell, her eyes, it was all intoxicating.  She was
looking at me, and smiling at me, and she was so beautiful, oh so
beautiful, I almost wanted to cry.  Her feet kept dangling back and forward
all the time, with the rhythm of the music.

   "That's right, bro, relax and look at me.  Look at me.  Look at what you
like the most"

   "Yes"

   "What do you like the most?"

   "Your..."

   I struggled against her voice, but it was too sweet to be fought.  You
had to surrender to it.

   "Your..."

   "Say it"

   "Your feet".

   "That's right, bro, that's perfectly right, you like my feet, and you
like looking at them"

   "Yes"

   "And you liked touching them the other day, didn't you"

   "I did".

   "That's Ok, bro, just relax and focus on them, focus on my feet.  My
feet and the music and my voice control your will, all your will is focused
on my feet and the music and my voice, do you understand?"

   "Yes"

   I was feeling sleepy, I wasn't able to think, to decide, I had to accept
all her words as absolute truths.  I kept looking at her swinging feet, so
sweet, so sexy, and I wanted to touch them one more time, I need to lick
them, worship them, they controlled my will and my mind...

   "My feet go back and forth, back and forth, you like them, they are the
centre of your world, the centre of your pleasure, the centre of your
desire"

   "Yes"

   "My feet are the sexiest thing you could imagine"

   "Yes"

   "And the massage you gave me the other day was the sexiest moment of
your life"

   "Yes"

   Her feet, her smile, her eyes, her power, the music, the smell, her
feet.

   "Have you ever been with a girl, bro?"

   "Yes"

   "Had sex with her?"

   "Yes"

   "How was it?"

   I remembered my past sexual experiences.  They all seemed so vague now,
so far, so unfulfilling.  Her feet, thought... Her feet.  Her feet.

   "That's right, bro, my feet can give you ten times more pleasure than
any girl.  Than any pussy.  I'm the only person that can give pleasure to
you, and you will do anything to get that pleasure, won't you?"

   "Yes"

   "What do you want to do?"

   "Kiss your feet"

   "What more?"

   "Lick them, worship them, be their slave".

   "That's right, bro.  And the image of my feet will always be in your
mind, even if you are studying, or working, or playing football or working
out at the gym.  There will always be a little screen in your mind with my
feet showing.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes".

   "Now, come here".

   I stood up, although I didn't feel any strength in my muscles, and I
realized I had an enormous erection showing under my shorts.  She kneeled
and quickly got nude.  Her body, well, she was like a model, an athlete, a
porn star, whatever.  She was the sexiest woman in the whole world.

   "This is the only body you will react to, will you understand?"

   "Yes"

   "When you see this body, kiss this skin or shag me, you will be my total
slave, do you understand?"

   "Yes, I understand".

   "Good, now, lay down"

   I did, and she stood just on me, with her pussy above my face.

   "Remember this image, this kingdom of pleasure you will receive if you
act like a good slave".

   "Mmmmh".

   I was thrusting my cock furiously, masturbating like an animal.

   "Ok now, I am going to give you my first gift.  I'm going to let you
lick my feet.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, yes, please, do!!!"

   "But when you lick them, you will lose all your will, it will pass to
me, and whenever you are in my presence you will do whatever I tell you
to."

   "I DON'T CARE!!!  Please let me lick your feet now!"

   "That's ok, slave.  Lick it, eat it and come, and come, and come with an
orgasm you have never known before".

   I took her right foot with my hands and got it to my mouth.  It tasted
so sweet, it was so soft, I was going to die in ecstasy.  My erection was
going to explode now.  I run my tongue between her sexy toes, licked them,
put them all into my mouth.  And I started to feel the orgasm coming in
spasms.  I had to bite her feet, I almost couldn't breathe but I didn't
care.  The orgasm grew and grew; it seemed that it will never and, like a
balloon that inflates and need to explode at some point.

   And it exploded.  My body arched with a mind of its own, and my sperm
started to squirt over the bed violently.  I still had her foot in my
mouth, and I felt that the orgasm would continue for as long as I could
keep it there.  I bit again, and pleasure kept running through every inch
of my body.  I could now understand the lyrics under the music: "your will
is mine, your will is mine, your will is mine".  The image, the idea of her
feet giving me the biggest pleasure was being recorded in my unconcious
mind forever.  I would worship her feet forever, and ever, and ever, and
pleasure would never stop.

   I think I passed away.  There was a great darkness in which I could only
see her feet, and then her voice said: "your will is mine".  And that was
all.

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   Chapter 3: A bath scene

   Next morning I woke up feeling weak and anxious, although I couldn't say
exactly why.  Last night was hidden under a thick mist, just as if I had
dreamt something that I couldn't just remember.  There was a pair of
headphones on my bed, but they weren't mine.  In fact, I couldn't remember
listening to any music at all.

   The usual shower seemed to sweep my worries away, except for a little
headache.  I spent the whole morning pretending to study in my room,
although my mind seemed to be full with images of sex and madness, and of
(I didn't want to accept this) my new little sister, dancing and teasing me
with her naked body.

   I shook my head trying to push those strange thoughts away.  I focused
on my lesson.  "Elizabethan theatre derived from several feet.  A crucial
feet was the sister plays that were sex of religious surrender in England
and other feet of relax during the Middle Sex.  The sister submit were
complex retellings of worship based on pussy themes, originally sucked in
orgasm but later cumming on your sister's feet.  Other feet include the
morality sex such as Your will is mine mine mine..."

   Sexy female voices kept appearing in my mind, saying things that made me
feel uncomfortable but aroused me at the same time.  I couldn't think,
couldn't concentrate, all I could do was listen to the buzz of words (was
it Jenny laughing back there?) and, before I knew, I was mouthing them,
like an ancient mantra: "Surrender to your sister, surrender to her sexy
feet, surrender to her pussy, your will is mine, your will is mine, worship
me, worship my feet, lick my feet, kiss them,your will is mine, your will
is mine, surrender..."

   My father woke me up when he came back from work.

   "Hey, wake up, it's lunch time"

   "What?"

   I looked at my watch, and it was almost 3 in the afternoon.  The
headphones were again next to me, on my desk.

   "Are you Ok?  You are all sweaty and trembling..."

   He tried to touch my forehead, but I pushed her hand away and answered:
"I'm fine, I just...  need to...  take a shower".  I stood up and walked to
the bathroom, trying to hide the enormous erection under my pants.

   I was not ready for what I found in there.

   Jenny was already in the bathroom.  She was in the tub.  Nude.  There
were candles everywhere.  In the air I smelled the same sweet intoxicating
smell that I had felt the night before (at that moment I couldn't recognize
it, but I knew it was familiar)

   "Welcome, bro", she said, "close the door and get comfortable".

   I realized that my thoughts were getting thinner and thinner, like
balloons quickly losing gas.

   "Yes, NOW you can remember yesterday"

   And the mist disappeared, and all my memories came back to me: the
music, the smell, her feet, my orgasm, her laugh, and then, while I was
almost unconscious, her hands setting the earphones on me with a tape of
her soothing music.  Before I knew, I was lying on the bathroom floor,
overwhelmed by the feeling of submission, and unable to process all the
information I had received all of a sudden.  Jenny smiled devilishly.

   "Come on, bro, don't be blue.  I know something that will cheer you up"

   And while saying that, she took her left foot out of the tub, still with
some soap in it, and left it there, in the air, hanging, waiting for me.

   "I know this is what you like the most.  Now, would you like to clean
it...  with your tongue?"

   And yes, there it was, the image of perfection for me, her little,
beautiful, sexy foot dangling from the edge of the tub, offered for me,
waiting for me.  I crawled my way to it, almost with tears in my eyes, and
started kissing it, softly in the sole, trying not to tickle, trying not to
do anything that would make her take it away.

   Jenny was touching herself under the water.

   "Oh, yes, you are so naughty and so submissive"

   She pressed her foot harder against my face.  I could barely breathe,
but I didn't mind.  My tongue was playing with her toes, and my mind was
recovering all the images I had received during the night, images of sex,
submission, unbearable pleasure that would come to me if I accepted that my
will was hers, orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, all I had to do was to
suck her feet forever, devote my life to her soles and toes an arches and
legs.

   "If you are a good boy, I will do you something more, something... 
special.  Are you a good boy?"

   I took her foot out of my mouth for a second, just to answer her.

   "Yes, yes I am..."

   Then I continued sucking, worshipping, kissing her sexy foot.  I had it
firmly pressed in my hands, and my tongue was travelling all the way from
ankle to toes, and all the way back.

   "Whose is your will?", she asked giggling

   "Yours.  Yours...  forever"

   "Who is your Goddess?"

   "You, it's you, please stop torturing me", I answered, pressing her sole
against my cheek, like a devoted prayer

   "Torture?  I thought you liked it...  Ok, bro, come into the tub..."

   Without even thinking about it, I took all my sweaty clothes off and
jumped into the tub, sitting just in front of her, and grabbed both her
feet again, like a junky.  She pushed me away, and denied.

   "That's not what I had in mind..."

   And then she gently pressed her feet against my dick, which by then was
throbbing like and independent self.

   "Oh, yes, I see now how much you like it.  In fact, I think you like
this so much that you would do anything for me in exchange, wouldn't you?"

   As she spoke, she started massaging my cock up and down, caressing it
tenderly, creating waves of pleasure that exploded with every touch.  The
soap made it smooth, and she kept rubbing it up and down, back and forth,
and in circles.  I saw that her fingers were still playing with her own
sex.

   "You like it so much that you are losing control, you are losing it -Oh,
yesss- and I'm gathering it, I'm getting full control of your heart and
soul, will you remember that?"

   "Yess, please, control...  me..."

   "And with each caress of my feet, your own thoughts are becoming less
and less clear, and my voice is replacing them with ideas of submission,
you are becoming my slave, my pet, my puppet..."

   Her caresses were getting faster.  When one foot went up, the other went
down, so I was being tease every single second at every single each of my
penis.  She was starting to moan too.

   "In fact, mmmmhh, I'm so in control of you that you will not cum until I
do, until you know I do, because my body is your world.  Oh, mmmgh, and
with each second that I touch you, you will become more helpless, a little
more of your will comes to me, and you will be my puppet, my slave"

   "Yessss."

   My eyes were shut, I couldn't bare the pleasure that was coming from her
feet, her toes playing with the head of my sex, the other foot caressing my
balls, her hand touching her clit, her voice, my head was buzzing, I felt
like I was going to lose consciousness.

   "You are losing it, you are going deeper and deeper, and the more you
like it, the more will you lose, oh, yes, mmmmh, yes, feel it, feel my
power, feel the power of my feet, your will is mine, say it".

   I couldn't think, I could do nothing but obbey.

   "Yes, my will is yours...  my will is yours"

   I grabbed her feet and pressed them harder against me, rubbing them
furiously against my dick.  I accelerated the rhythm, although some part of
my mind was shouting that I had to stop before cumming.  For a moment, I
was almost in control again.  She must have known, because that's when she
kicked my hands away and, putting her feet sole against sole, she made kind
of the shape of a vagina with them, a tight wet pussy soaked in soap and
sweat, and started thrusting my dick with it.

   I completely lost any trace of will power I might still have had.

   "oh, yes, this is good", I cried.

   "Yes, yes, this is fucking good", she shouted too, and I could feel her
body trembling, she was in pleasure too.

   Her legs were moving frenetically, pressing my sex, forcing me to arch
my back and shout her name, and

   "My will...  is...  yours..."

   her feet faster and faster and yet tighter than before.

   "Please...  let me cum...  now", I sobbed, with my last breathe.

   "Not yet, darling", she answered, and continued to fuck me with her sexy
soles.  If I wasn't so under her control, I would have got to orgasm three
times by now.  Pleasure and pain were fighting each other to take control
of my senses.  I was in heaven, I was in hell, I was in heaven.  I was
hers, and her feet kept pumping, I needed to cum, her sexy feet, her...  My
Goddess, my owner, my everything.

   And when I thought I was going to pass out I could clearly feel that she
was having an orgasm.  And my orgasm started too.  I felt it growing, and
it didn't stop when I thought it was going to, and it kept growing and
gathering, and tensing all my muscles, and making the buzz in my mind
("your will is mine, your will is mine, your will is mine") become so loud
it overtook every inch of my own thoughts.

   I finally came on her feet, all over her feet, in an explosion of
pleasure that lasted longer than any other one I had had in the past, it
seem to last forever, and at the end it almost hurt, but it was so good, so
good, so damn good.

   After some seconds (maybe minutes) I was able to open my eyes to the
world again, gasping and feeling weak and powerless.  Jenny was smiling
like a child, and still gently caressing my cock with her feet.

   "I hope you don't forget this.  You've given me your soul, and now you
are just a slave for my feet, a slave for all my body."

   She stood up, went out of the tub and quickly got dressed.  There was
somebody knocking at the door.  It was my father.

   "What the hell is going in here?"

   Jenny open the door and left.

   "Nothing...  dad", she said.  "We were just arguing over who could use
the bathroom...  and I won".

   I prayed that my father wouldn't come in.  He didn't: he closed the
door, and I heard his steps down the corridor.  If he had, he would have
seen me naked, with sperm all over my chest, my mouth open and my eyes
fixed some place in the ceiling.

   Again, somewhere in the house, I heard a female laugh.