I really needed my pervy stepbrothers help
Title: I Really Needed My Pervy Stepbrothers Help
Oh, where do I even begin? Let’s rewind to the night before, the night that changed everything. I was chatting with my best friend Lila about my upcoming birthday, and she suggested we make it a slumber party. “It’ll be just like when we were kids!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Little did I know, those mischievous glints were a sign of things to come.
As the day of the party arrived, I found myself in a frenzy of preparation. I cleaned the house from top to bottom, made sure the guest rooms were ready, and even baked a cake myself. It was going to be a small affair, just Lila and a few of our closest friends. But as the evening wore on and the laughter grew louder, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
It started with little things – Lila’s suggestive comments about how I should “get the blood flowing” before bed. I laughed it off, dismissing it as typical Lila banter. But then, as we were getting ready for bed, I stumbled upon something that made my heart skip a beat.
In the bathroom, I found a bottle of-aged tequila and a pair of skimpy shorts. “What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, curiosity getting the better of me. I opened the shorts, only to find a note tucked into the waistband:
“Honey, we know all about your little foot fetish. Tonight, we’re going to give you a tailored pedicure like no other. Just do as we say, and trust us to surprise you.” – Lila & The Boys
My mind raced as I tried to process the implications of the note. The ‘boys’ could only mean one thing – my two pervy steprothers, Zack and Ethan. The very brothers who I’d caught ogling my feet more than once, the brothers who’d always been a little too interested in my toes.
Determined to get to the bottom of this, I decided to play along with their little game. I slipped on the tiny shorts, feeling the cool air caress my bare legs. I moved towards my bedroom, only to hear a soft knock at the door.
“Coming in,” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. The door opened, and in walked Zack and Ethan, their eyes drinking in the sight of my almost-naked form. I felt vulnerable, exposed, but also exhilarated.
“Strip,” Zack commanded, his voice low and authoritative. I hesitated for a moment before relenting, feeling the silk shorts slide down my legs as I stepped out of them. I stood there, wearing nothing but a simple white tank top, my nipples straining against the thin fabric.
“Good girl,” Ethan praised, his eyes glued to my feet. He reached out a hand, gently tracing the arch of my foot. I shuddered as his fingers danced over my skin, sending shivers up my spine. “Lila said you have some foot fetish fantasies. Care to share?”
I shook my head, not trusting my voice. Zack chuckled, stepping closer. “No matter. We can read your body like a book.” He sat down on the bed, patting the space next to him. “Come sit with us. Let’s chill for a while, maybe break in Lila’s birthday gift to you.”
Curiosity piqued, I did as I was told, sitting between my two musclebound stepsiblings. Zack reached into a bag, pulling out a cardboard box. Inside, nestled in a sea of purple tissue paper, was a pair of black, studded platform heels.
“Lila thought they’d suit you,” Ethan explained, his breath hot against my ear. I shivered, reach up to fiddle with my callپiercing. “Why don’t you slip them on? Let’s you and I get acquainted.”
Gulping, I nodded, sliding my feet into the heels. They fit perfectly, giving me added height and an excuse to show off my calves. “Fuck, look at those legs,” Zack groaned, his hand moving from my ankle to my thigh. I gasped, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.
“Remember,” Ethan whispered, his tongue tracing the curve of my ear. “Just relax. Let us take care of you.”
