Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 92 - Plump Heels in Poshley Heights

Even without the plethora of skyscrapers that adorned Mushroom City and Neon Heights, the stark whiteness of Poshley Heights made it easy to identify from the air. It was as if it had borrowed more from classical architecture, with various marble buildings surrounding the perimeter.

The heavy jetliner landed, and within minutes Minh was walking Jasmin home.

Jasmin blushed with embarrassment, as if she were a child being made an example of in public by her mother. Well… It wasn’t too far off from reality, for Minh’s grip on her arm was tight.

“What I love about this place is that it’s so flat,” Minh said. “No unnecessary walking up and down just to get anywhere.”

“Isn’t Toad Town the same?”

“Yeah, but Mushroom City ain’t. Always have to get a workout whenever I’m there.”

“Still wish we were living there,” Jasmin sighed, staring at her sandalled feet.

“I get you. But at least you get to say you were mostly raised in a safe place, unlike your sister and our other cousins.”

“Safe, yeah.” Jasmin didn’t elaborate, even when Minh asked her to.

Once the ivory mansion came into view, a small wave of sadness hit Minh. After all, it wasn’t originally in Sofia’s name. Every time she got close to it, thoughts of her uncle and aunt flooded into her mind. But with Jasmin nearby, she had to keep a cheerful face. What was tough for her could have only been a dozen times tougher for Jasmin.

“You’d think that Sofia would finally invest in a security system to catch you,” Minh chuckled, softly banging on the door. When she got no response, she nearly cracked her fist on the wood. It slowly opened. “Evening, Grandma.”

Jasmin was immediately whisked from Minh’s grasp.

“Little girl, how dare you leave me worrying about you like this!” The elder woman yanked Jasmin’s hair, making her cry out in pain. “One minute I’m cooking. The next I’m napping. Then I have to go around here asking if anyone’s seeing you, and nobody has any answers! And what about your sister?”

“Grandma!” Minh pulled Jasmin back. “I’ve done enough yelling, okay?”

“I’m just sorry you had to be dragged into this, Minh-Minh.”

“Ain’t like I’m gonna miss a chance to help my family.”

The click of the front door echoed through the mansion. Jasmin’s breath stopped. Did she dare to look? Couldn’t she just hold still like a statue and be ignored? Gulping, she turned her head.

Sofia marched in, barely slowing down as she removed her shoes and gloves. Though Minh stepped between the siblings, Sofia pushed past her, growling. Then she dug her fingers into Jasmin’s arm, dragging her like the little ragdoll she’d grown used to being.

“Ridiculous.” Sofia shoved Jasmin onto the couch before removing the last pieces of her winter layers. “Everything I do for you, and this is how you repay me?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Neon Heights? In sandals?” Sofia immediately grabbed Jasmin’s shoes and hurled them across the room, nearly hitting Minh in the process. “And then I hear that you got into a fight at that freak convention with some boy. You could’ve died, and I would’ve had no idea.”

“How did you know that?” Minh asked.

“What?”

“I told you she was at the building. I didn’t mention anything about her getting in a fight.”

“Your memory is failing you, Minh-Minh.” Sofia snapped her glare back to Jasmin. “What is wrong with you?”

“Do I look like I wanna just go vacationing where you want?” Jasmin spat, stepping up to Sofia. But Sofia quickly grabbed Jasmin by the wrist, extinguishing all the aggression in the younger girl. Jasmin sank back down into the couch. “I never get to choose what I do.”

“You brought this up at the last minute!”

“Really? Last minute, a month ago, a year ago—it wouldn’t have made a difference!” Jasmin’s voice grew louder. “You always say no! Because everything I want just so happens to be too expensive for you!”

“Watch your tone.”

“Get mad ‘cause I’m honest. Fucking typical.”

“Jasmin! You are not my age!”

“Shut up! Why don’t you just tell Minh-Minh the real reason we barely go places or do big things? Why we always live like we’re broke when we’re so fucking rich!” Jasmin shoved past Sofia, screaming as she stomped up the staircase. She slammed the door so hard that the walls shook.

Sofia went after her, but Minh grabbed her before she could leave.

“So that’s it?” Minh asked.

“And you’re actually listening to her,” Sofia groaned.

Suddenly all the strange behaviour Jasmin had shown over the past few years made sense to Minh. She looked at her grandmother.

“Did you know about this?”

“I knew there were problems, but nothing more than surface level. I don’t go investigating my own family members, Minh-Minh.”

“Kind of necessary when a kid’s involved,” Minh muttered. She turned her attention back to Sofia. “What’s going on?”

Sofia folded her arms. “We’re managing. I’m working on getting my finances up.”

“Sofi, I’m sure you love your job, but serving up food isn’t exactly the way to get big money. Can’t you find anything bigger with that degree of yours?”

“I have a second job,” she admitted, surprising both Minh and their grandmother. “The details don’t matter. But that’s how Jazz and I are able to still live here.”

“So it covers the mandatory bills?” Minh asked.

“More or less.”

“Then what about your waitress money? Even if it’s not royal money, it’s still about the best you can get in that field. So where’s that going towards?”

“Minh-Minh, with all due respect, I don’t ask you about your financial…”

“Don’t give me that.”

“Excuse me?” Sofia’s posture stiffened. “Listen, I am so not in the mood for this right now.”

“Jazz is in your custody. I’m really sorry if you’re stressed out, but I…” Minh took a breath. “I am not leaving until I know how she’s being supported.”

“I’m spending enough to keep her alive, okay?”

“Alive?” Minh imploded on the spot. “What good is being alive if she’s miserable?”

Sofia grabbed her head, her fingers digging into her cap. Though Minh didn’t fear being the victim of Sofia’s violence, she knew to take a few steps back just for caution. Especially as she chose her next words.

“Just ‘cause you spend a mint on luxurious clothes doesn’t mean guys are gonna magically fall on your lap.”

“Minh-Minh!”

“You’re already beautiful, Sofi. And you’re smart—way smarter than I could ever be. Instead of dropping two grand on a coat, maybe spend a little more on taking Jazz on some trips.”

Sofia’s shoulders slumped. “Sure, Minh-Minh.”

Minh pulled out her phone. “I’ll get myself a hotel if you want.”

“Not necessary.” Sofia brushed past her, eyes narrowed. Especially as she caught a glimpse of Minh’s wallpaper—a Toadette-flavoured affair. “Not like you could afford one here anyhow.”

***

The televised lives of royal children always seemed so luxurious and free of consequences. Yet the longer Penelope stood with her head bowed before her mother, the more she felt like any other commoner.

"You forced our staff to abandon their duties." Peach's voice was sharp as her heels clacked. "All for a trivial game convention."

Penelope sniffled, her gaze fixated on the rug beneath her feet.

"These systems? Gone. For three months." Peach tossed the DSi into the metal bin. "Attempt another stunt within that time, and you'll see just how merciful I'm being now."

Toadette watched from the sidelines, lost in her thoughts. She was far too familiar with this type of situation. Only her punishments ranged from no dinner to going to bed with cuts all over her body.

At least Peach has restraint when it comes to her kid, she thought.

Just as Peach snapped her fingers, summoning guards to escort Penelope from the large bedroom, Toadette found herself stepping forward.

"Your Highness," she began, her voice wavering. "If I may, I'd like to request permission to bring Penelope with me on these upcoming hunts for the stars."

"Excuse me?" Peach raised a brow. "Rewarding such flagrant disobedience with fun and adventures hardly seems wise."

"I agree." Toadette patted Penelope's trembling back. "But perhaps keeping a child locked away with nothing to do isn't wise either."

Peach loomed over Toadette, causing her to brace herself. She nearly wet herself in anticipation of the slap across her face. Instead, Peach's icy-blue eyes simply pierced her soul. She was treading on dangerously thin ice.

"Let's please think about this, Your Highness," Toadette stammered. "You'll have one less distraction if she's with me. You can focus on your royal duties, your public appearances and all the other things you need, all without Penelope running around and causing chaos."

Peach scoffed. "Are you implying I can't manage my responsibilities and my daughter?"

"What's the point of being a powerful princess if you won't make life easier for yourself?"

No matter how convincing Toadette believed herself to be, Peach could see through her plan. Toadette wanted to shield Penelope from consequences. However, Peach also couldn't deny that Toadette spoke some truth. Penelope would be a burden, especially with the threat of Wario constantly in Peach's mind. And if she were in Toadette's care on these adventures, perhaps she'd learn a thing or two about self-defence. One less worry if she decided to sneak off again.

Sticking her nose in the air, Peach turned Toadette away. "Am I to assume you'll make her as talented in fighting as you are?"

"Oh, I don't think we'll get that far, " Toadette giggled nervously, ruffling Penelope's hair. "She can barely use items."

"Then while we tend to the radar, I expect you to teach her." Peach pointed at Penelope. "If you're my daughter, it's time you start proving your worth, understood?"

Penelope nodded, wiping her eyes and sucking up snot. Burying her face against her guardian's chest, she let out a little whimper. It was as if she was sinking further into Toadette as Peach glared at her.

***

There was no reason for Jasmin to cry. She despised the humiliating feeling of tears on her face, and so she fought every instinct to have a droplet leak from her eyes. While the tween kept her body against her door, panting heavily, she listened as well as she could to Sofia and Minh’s discourse below.

Thank you for defending me, Minh-Minh.

This moment was but one example of what endeared Jasmin to her older cousin.

Whereas others would dogpile on her, Minh respected Jasmin’s mental status. She never treated her as lesser or stupid for it. And though it was frustrating for Jasmin to be scolded by her loving relative, it felt good to be treated like any other child. She was just one of Minh’s many younger cousins.

So having her in the mansion brought the girl some additional peace. And eye-candy.

Jasmin found her hand constantly drifting to her inner thighs as she thought of Minh. It wasn’t a new feeling, just one that was reactivated with the adult back in her vicinity.

It’s too early for this, Jazz… Wait until everyone’s asleep.

But her palms had other plans, constantly running along her pussy through her sweatpants and panties. Her face went red as she began to shuffle her pants off.

“Jazz?”

“Gah!” She scrambled to stand up. “Yes, Minh-Minh?”

“I’m gonna cook while I’m here. Want anything in particular?”

“Um… Rice and black beans?”

“You sound unsure, so I’ll make sure to add a little extra.” Minh’s tone was as upbeat as ever, as if she hadn’t even been shouting at Sofia in the past few moments. “Can you do me a fav, please?”

“Sure.”

Minh opened the door. “Move my stuff to the guest room. Thank you.”

Looking at Minh from head to toe, Jasmin noticed just how much winter layering she had removed. Despite the mansion being warm, it wasn’t toasty enough to walk barefoot on the tiled floors. At least for the average person.

But here Minh was, showing off her pedicured toes as if she were on a beach, while her relatives wore slippers or socks. Jasmin found herself staring at Minh’s feet for longer than was normal. That was until Minh wiggled her pink toes.

“Sorry,” Jazz managed to say.

“You still happy with how I beautified your nails?” Minh puckered her lips upon seeing Jasmin’s toes.

What was meant to be a playful gesture had Jasmin’s heart thumping harder.

“Yes. Thank you, Minh-Minh.” Jasmin marched past her. “If you want, I’ll… I’ll take your boots to your room.”

“No, I don’t need Sofi killing me for trekking mud through this place. But my socks are balled up in my boots, so grab those if you can.”

“Gotcha!”

What the hell am I even doing?

Getting Minh’s luggage up to the guest room was a challenge in itself, as there was no elevator in the mansion. Jasmin almost threw her back out. But the trials and tribulations eventually led to success, and now she was on her way to Minh’s winter boots.

Their earlier conversation about this foot fetish stuff was still fresh in her mind as she held the boots—how Sofia had a guy attracted to her bare feet of all things.

Jasmin could tell that Minh was uncomfortable with the conversation, though it was surely because it sounded so revolting. Apart from having an extensive knowledge of feet—nothing shocking for a high school valedictorian—Minh showed no signs of being attracted to them.

But after thinking of Penelope’s staring act more and more, the thought of someone being interested in feet was slowly becoming a more frequent thought in Jasmin’s mind. Her palms were shaking, and her knees wobbled as she finally dropped the boots in the guest room. Once inside, she closed the door behind her.

“Let’s give it a try,” she mumbled. It didn’t hurt to see what the hype of feet was all about.

Sniffing her own feet wouldn’t do her any good, but Minh’s damp socks made her curious. She lifted the left one to her nose and took a deep breath.

Ew… Her feet really do smell like shit this time of year!

Jasmin dropped the sock, shuddering. It was worth a try. Having now learnt that she wasn’t big on her beautiful cousin’s foot odour, she set about tidying up the room. As long as she kept humming to herself, it helped to keep her from waddling in circles, replaying comic scenes aloud and forgetting her tasks. It took her less than a quarter hour to make the small space comfortable for Minh.

“God, I’m hungry,” she groaned, running her fingers along her belly.

Just as she set her hand on the door handle, she looked back at Minh’s boots. Her eyes darted back and forth between the door and the shoes.

Try it again, Jazz. There’s still the right sock.

As Jasmin pressed the fabric against her nose, she reached the same conclusion: the sock reeked. But this time it stayed on her face longer, spreading its foul essence for a good twenty seconds. When she finally went to put it away, an unexpected urge compelled her to bring it back to her face for another sniff. Then, to her astonishment, she buried her nose deeper into the sock, receiving an even more potent whiff of Minh’s odour.

Ugh, this is so sick. Who the hell cums while smelling splashy, grimy socks?

Whilst pondering that, she continued to delve deeper into the clothing article.

She imagined Minh coming through the door, kicking off her boots and asking Jasmin to do something innocent like massage her feet. And with her socks on, the smell would reach Jasmin’s nostrils, forcing her to breathe it in. But she’d do it for Minh. She’d do anything for Minh-Minh.

She gasped as she felt her inner thighs again, this time biting her lip.

Perhaps it was simply smelling her cousin that wet her pussy. She stuck her cold fingers in her pants and let out a moan.

Then a knock came at the door. Jasmin barely removed her fingers from her pants when Sofia opened it.

“Downstairs. Food.”

Jazz nodded, trying to cover her face. Before she could get past Sofia, Sofia grabbed her by the shoulder.

“I don’t want you making a scene down there. Is that understood?”

“Whatever.” In response to that, Jasmin received a backhand.

“Don’t piss me off any more than you already have today.”

Jasmin rolled her eyes. Her horniness lingered when she arrived at the dining table where Minh was dishing out food for everybody. Jasmin waited to sit, trying to find where Minh would be closest. Minh sat at the end of the long table, so Jasmin sat adjacent to her.

And the second Jasmin saw the food entering Minh’s luscious lips, she was hypnotised.

“Now,” Minh said between chewing, “I’m willing to lend you guys a hand in the meantime, Sofi.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“I seriously recommend you take my offer.”

“And rely on someone else to take care of myself?” Sofia scoffed.

“Not just yourself.” Minh pointed to Jasmin, who lovingly stared at her cousin while eating her beans. “I wouldn’t care how you lived your life if she weren’t a factor.”

“Mom and Dad wouldn’t tolerate me relying on someone else’s funds to—”

“They were smart. Meaning they’d understand you getting a little help when you’re cast into an unexpected situation, y’know?”

While the two went back and forth—thankfully without shouting—Jasmin’s eyes widened. She felt Minh’s foot touching hers under the table. When this happened, Minh quickly moved her foot away. But the sensation was enough to make Jasmin’s lust a permanent condition in this dinner, one she would only be able to rid through climaxing. Unfortunately, leaving during dinner was unacceptable in this household, and masturbating in the bathroom wasn’t ideal for many reasons.

So she got to thinking, all the while crossing her legs and flexing her pelvic muscles.

“If you don’t want me helping constantly, okay,” Minh said, swallowing her rice. “But that means you’re taking my offer for today, end of discussion.”

“What offer?”

“Three thousand coins.”

Sofia raised a brow. “How does a flower shop in Toad Town even make so much money?”

“Flowers are a big deal there. Plus, I still do gardening work, grow fruits, etc. Slow start, but it’s worked out well for me so far. Helps when I’m so adorable too.”

“Egoist much?” Sofia smirked. “Very well, Minh-Minh, but only because it’ll make you happy.”

“But my extra condition is that you need to spend it on—” A metal sound interrupted her. “Jazz?”

“My bad,” Jasmin’s hand was empty, missing the spoon. “Excuse me.”

Jasmin ducked under the table and got down on her knees. As she crawled to locate the spoon, she saw it being pushed towards her by one of Minh’s feet.

From up close, her toes looked so deliciously plump. It seemed there was some truth to what the adults talked about concerning the attractiveness of feet. Jasmin slowly grabbed the spoon, but as she did, she took a sniff along Minh’s foot. The musk wafted into her nostrils, giving Jasmin a scent that was much weaker than what the socks offered, but was also more defined.

It was a peculiar mix that left her fingers twitching, and as she backed away, she banged her cap on the table.

“I’m back,” she said, not even washing her spoon before delving into her rice and beans. “Mmm…”

Her pelvic muscles alone could bring her to climax. Though she’d need a little more stimulation to get her off.

Feeling a little more daring, Jasmin placed her feet on Minh’s. Minh gave her a look, but Jasmin didn’t move. She simply ate her food as if everything was normal. Though Minh attempted to move her own feet, Jasmin’s followed, slowly rubbing their soles against the tops of Minh’s. Jasmin’s breathing also ramped up as she concentrated on reaching her climax.

Minh’s positive expression remained despite her discomfort at Jasmin’s attempt to make their feet perform a dance together. This was the best part for Jasmin: seeing Minh appear so comfortable, as if she was okay with it.

Minh-Minh… Minh-Minh…

She squirmed in her chair, sliding her foot along Minh’s ankle.

Jasmin closed her eyes for a few seconds and sucked in her lips. That was when a trickle of liquid left her vagina, and a tiny yelp escaped her lips.

Both Minh and Sofia looked at her in concern.

As Jasmin’s panties became stained with her juices, she felt stickier and eventually colder. It was only when this coldness set in that she finally resumed eating, giving Minh’s feet some relief.

“Are you okay?” Minh asked.

“Huh?” Jasmin blinked rapidly. “Yeah, why?”

“Is it normal for you to be breathing so heavily at dinner? It’s not like this food is super hot.”

“I’m just thinking hard, Minh-Minh.” Moments like this made Jasmin grateful for not being a normal child. It allowed her to get away with some behaviour that would get another child in hot water.

Once in her small bed, she stared at a picture of Minh on her phone. She kissed the screen slowly, imagining her tongue going past Minh’s lips.

“School might be hell, but at least I can come home to something sweet tomorrow.”

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Author’s Note:
On a scale from one to ten, how creeped out are you at Jasmin’s incestuous fantasies with Minh? I’d give it a seven. Just a bit over average because you can see she wants her tongue deep in her cousin’s mouth. Like she wants to taste her tonsils.