Chapter #3Keeper of Your Secret. by: Moeyuri   You thought about a few people you could call today. It all seemed to be pretty fun, but then a memory flashes through your mind. The last time you were with your group of friends, Shelby had pulled you aside. You were confused at first, but your heart sank once she blackmailed you. She said if you don't come over one day this weekend, she'll tell everyone about your foot fetish. That's something you want to avoid at all costs. No one would hang out with you if they knew you were a pervert. Even if they stayed your friends, you'd never get away with helping Melissa with a pedicure again!
"Call...call Shelby..."
"The young one? You still hang out with her?"
"Yeah, she's only a year younger than me after all."
"Are you sure? You look a little pale..."
"I'm fine." Megan seems unconvinced, but dials the number either way. She talks with her mother for a few minutes then hangs up. "Her mom says if you want to hang out, you'll need a ride. Her car is in the shop." You start giving Megan the cutest puppy dog eyes you can muster, but she puts a hand up to block your face. "Not this time, little sis. If you want me to drive you to the other part of town on the weekend, and probably pick you up tomorrow, I'll need something in return..."
"What?"
"You're helping me do my nails tomorrow. I'm long overdue for a touch up, and you always make such detailed patterns. Everyone gets jealous at school."
"Yeah, I can do that" you agree calmly. However, on the inside you're celebrating. You get a reward for asking a favor? Megan really is the best sister.
Shelby's house is over twenty minutes away from your own by car. Megan got there in nearly half the time. By now you're used to Megan's fast driving. She carried you from the car (while still in pajamas) and brought you to the front door. She needed to ring the doorbell after all. After it buzzed you could hear the sound of bare feet pounding on hard wood floors. The door swings open to reveal Shelby's older sister, Evelyn. A chubby brunette with a pretty face and enormous boobs. Also, she's quite the slut, made even more evident by her casual clothes. She stands at the door wearing only pasties and a thong.
"Hi, can I help you?" she asks confused.
"Do you seriously not remember me? After all the times I've dropped Tina off?" Evelyn let's out an audible 'Oh' but it's clear she doesn't care.
"That's right, Tina's sister. So, what are you doing here? Wanted to cop a feel?" she asks, cupping her left breast.
"Maybe another time, when you can actually remember me for more than a day. If that happens, let's go out. But today, I'm just dropping her off." What the hell?! Is Megan seriously hitting on your friend's sister right in front of you?!
"Oh, hey tiny. Here to see the shrimp, or did you want to finally wanna fuck?" Your face flushes red at her forward behavior. She's been like this since you first met her, but you've never had the courage to accept her offer. If Shelby ever found out, it'd crush her. Or maybe make her even more happy by making you more like a sister to her.
"I'm here to see Shelby, Evely-"
"Eve"
"Huh?"
"I told you, Evelyn is the name of a 100 year old grandma with sand in her vagina. Call me Eve."
"...I'm here for Shelby, Eve."
"She's in her room. You know which room is mine if you change your mind." With that, she turns and walks away (giving you a breathtaking view of her booty cheeks eating the thong). Megan looks back down at you.
"Isn't she going to take you inside?"
"No, I have to get around on my own here. They have a real "Do everything yourself" kind of attitude here. Just set me on the ground."
"You sure? I could take you in."
"That...would be a bit embarrassing."
"Alright, fine, just don't end up as toe jam down there." Megan crouches low and gently sets you on the ground. "Oh, and Tina?"
"Yeah?"
"You're fine with me going out with Eve, right? I think I'm gonna seriously try to get her."
"Fine by me. She's a bit...forward for my tastes."
"Good. Get me her number while you're here." With that, she turns and leaves.
You've been over to Shelby's house enough to find your way around. It's much smaller than your own house, but feels more lively by comparison. While passing by Eve's room, you can hear a porno being blasted at full volume. That girl is definitely going to be a prostitute. While passing by Mrs. Baxter's room, you notice the door is closed and the smell of weed is pumping out. You already knew that her car was never in the shop. She's just such a big pothead, there's no way she was in a condition to drive. Camilla Baxter was a fat woman with large breasts and buttocks. She usually passes out after smoking a bowl, leaving you some kinky opportunities when no one is watching. Although that's what landed you in your current predicament. Then you reach Shelby's room.
Her door is open, and you can see her sitting at her desk while staring at the floor. Her playful blue eyes instantly lock onto you.
"There she is!" Shelby announced. She rolled her chair towards you, stopping just over you. Her right foot slams down in front of you. "Why don't you show my foot a little love? I know you want to~" You hesitantly get down on your hands and knees and kiss her big toe. Ever since she found out about your fetish, she's been humiliating you in private like this. A part of you likes this kind f treatment, but another part is still scared she'll tell everyone. Either way, the salty taste of sweat is left on you lips as you pull away.
"Good girl!" she exclaims. Her hand finally swoops down and scoops you into her palm. "Do you have an idea why I told you to come here this weekend?"
"To humiliate me more..."
"Somewhat right! I thought of a new game!" That's right, her "games". Her favorite one so far is sticking in you on her sister and leaving you to escape undetected. While it feels incredible to be shoved between her sweaty tits, the fear of discovery makes it less enjoyable.
"A new one? So...I'm not going to be shoved up Eve's anus today?"
"Hey, I've never gone THAT far! Although... No. There's no way she wouldn't notice. Anyways, do you want to hear what I call this new game?"
"*Sigh* Sure. What is it?"
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