ROYALS22262
10-15-2002, 2:05 AM
Carol was a single woman of 38, who looked very good for her age. She was a tall and lean 5'9, 125 pounds, 34c chest, light reddish brown hair and brown eyes, with dancer's legs and long and thin size 10 feet that she never polished. Her sister Rhonda was two years older and also pretty. She was married with two kids and a dog, and was living the career mother's life. Rhonda was 5'7 135 pounds, 36d chest, very reddish brown hair and blue eyes. Rhonda had slightly shorter and thicker legs, with wider size 9 feet, that she always polished some shade of red. Rhonda had invited her sister over to a family back yard barbecue, so she could see the kids and hang out. The day started out just fine with laughter, eating and playing frisbee with the kids and the dog. The day was hot, and both sisters were in tee shirts and shorts, and both wore sandals on their pretty feet. Rhonda's husband wanted to get more beer, and Rhonda told him to take the kid's and the dog in the mini van, get more charcoal, and buns too, so she could have some alone time with her sister. Off they went. Rhonda didn't waste any time getting on her sister about how she's getting up in years, she should find a guy, settle down and get married and have kids too. Carol heard this tune before, and told her to stop with the badgering. Rhonda wouldn't stop and Carol was getting more and more annoyed. Carol told her to stop again, but Rhonda felt that Carol never listened to anything she ever said, even from the time that they were little. Carol said she had enough, and got up to leave, but her bossy and domineering sister got up and grabbed her arm. Carol yanked her arm away with force and pushed her sister away from her. Rhonda fell on her back from the push, and was now really upset herself. She jumped up and slapped her sister in the face, and Carol slapped her back. A fight was under way. Both sisters grabbed hair, and traded punches. Rhonda was a little stronger and was getting the best of it, until Carol landed a devestating kick with her right sandaled foot to her sisters crotch. Rhonda was hurt and doubled over, and Carol filled with years of hostility wanted to finish her off and really teach her a lesson. Carol kicked her in the face with her left sandaled foot, slightly bloodying her sisters nose, and knocking her flat on her back. Rhonda was dazed and very hurt, but Carol wasn't done. She stood over her sister, and placed her 2" heeled brown right sandaled size 10 thin foot on her sisters neck, and began a slow trampled choke. Carol looked down at her long thin un-polished toes in the sandal, admiring them, wiggling them, and posing them. She looked at her sister's teary wide eyes, bloody nose and gasping mouth, that was making gurgling noises under her pretty foot. Carol grounded the sandal into her throat a little harder, enjoying the pain in her older sisters face. She was dominating her under her foot, and it felt so so good to her. Rhonda tried to beg her to stop, but Carol wouldn't. I tell you to stop and you don't, so why should I!!! Carol pressed the foot into her neck a little harder, weakening her sister more. Rhonda tried to grab her ankle, and foot to release the pressure, but Carol wouldn't budge. Get your hands down, or I'll stomp on your face too! Rhonda scratched her ankle, and pissed Carol off even more. Rhonda was very weak, and was at Carol's mercy. Carol slipped her foot out of the sandal, and now wanted to humiliate her sister even more. She smiled brightly, and placed that size 10 bare foot in her sister's face covering it completely. Rhonda was too weak to resist and had to smell the sweaty and stinky foot of her sister, feeling her sole rub all over her face, and her toes wiggling on her eyes and in her hair. The smell was even worse then the humiliation, a real fishy salty cheese odor. Rhonda was really suffering under her younger sister's stinky foot. Carol loved the feeling of her sister's face under her foot. She loved watching her long thin toes wiggle all over her sister's beaten face, the gasping breath on her sole. She massaged her foot over her sisters bleeding nose, making her foot feel good, and making sure her sister was smelling it completely. Carol made sure her foot was comfortable, adjusting it, using her sister's face as if it were a foot soother, or a sandal. It felt so good, that Carol slipped her other sandal off, so that sexy foot could feel good too! That foot was even sweatier and smellier, and her sister couldn't believe that Carol was doing this to her, and taunting her, to smell her feet. Carol forced her sister to lick both her soles up and down, and then suck on the un-polished long toes of both feet. Carol then stepped on her sisters chest, tweaking both breasts under her mean feet. She loved squishing her older domineering sister under her feet. She dug her heels and toes into her stomache, wiggling her feet deep into her skin. She tweaked her nipples, then stepped and posed her feet on her sister's crying face. Rhonda begged her to stop, but Carol was getting to hot to let up. Smell my feet bitch, and whenever you see them again, you'll remember what they smell and taste like! I hope you like my pretty feet, because they really like stepping on you! Carol admired her bare right foot as it smothered her sister beneath it. She posed it right on her face. Rhonda's husband and the gang were heard coming back, so Carol felt that she should end her fun. I hope he remembered the buns she joked to her sister, gently removing her toes off her losing face. I could sure go for a couple of foot longs, how about you? Carol laughed at what she thought was funny, and waited to see what everyone else had to say. Her sister of course could say nothing, she figured she said enough already!