A Sister Like Her is a Rarity
Be Anonymous. You'd just finished a long week at work. Trying to deal with Ponk constantly appearing behind you while you bake is hard...
You wave your goodbyes to the Cakes, and begin your journey across Ponyville to home. Carousel Boutique. You happened to be born into a special family. The family of Generosity embodied.
More specifically, you were Rarity's older brother. And Sweetie Belle's as well. You have quite a good life in this town...
You finally arrive home, to your parents all dressed up, right at the door. Hondo Flanks and Cookie Crumbles. "Mom? Dad? Where are you off to?" you ask. "Oh, Nonny, there you are! We were about to call you,” Cookie says, patting your head like the good son you are. "Your mama and I are gonna go out for a while, as you know, today's our 10th anniversary!!” your father exclaims.
"Oh yeah, that's right, congrats!"
Truth be told, you were excited to get some time alone. Between work and house chores, you barely get any time to play computer games...
"Alright dear, we'll just be gone for a few days, so look after your sisters well, ok? We love you,” your mother waves goodbye. "Will do, mom!" you say.
They both leave, and you walk to the kitchen, where Sweetie and her two rambunctious friends are playing Monopony.
Sweetie lands on the wrong space.
"Awww, f-" Applebloom cuts her off. "SHHH!!" "Don't shush me, I just was going to say that was a load of sh-" Sweetie starts to demand. Scootaloo forces her head to look at you, and her eyes widen.
You make an 'I'm watching you' motion to her.
"N-n-never mind, Non, sorry...ok, we'regoingbye!!" the squeaky little girl stutters, as they get up. "Hey, wait u-" you start. Too late. They already rushed out the door to town. You sigh, and walk into the living room, where your sister Rarity is watching runway fashion shows, her socked feet resting on the couch.
You avert your eyes for the moment. "Ah, Anon, welcome home! Was work ok? Pinkie did not drive you too insane, correct?" she asks in her normal, posh voice. "Oh, no, it was fine...but Sweetie and the other two just ran out the door to town...shouldn't we go after them?"
"Oh, hush dahling, they will be back before dark, it will be fine..." she assures you. She returns her focus to the TV.
You see an opportunity...your very first one.
To sneak a photo of Rarity's socked feet.
You wish you could see them bare more often than 3 times a year...Your sister's eyes are very keen and watchful, so you've never tried this. While her focus is fully on the screen, you slowly take your phone out, turn the flash off, and take a single photo of her crossed legs, feet in full view.
Success.
You put your phone away, and casually walk upstairs to your room. You arrive in your room, and start up your computer, and in turn, the game you've played for many years. As you begin fighting the new boss as you've been doing the past week, you take your focus off the screen.
You take your phone out and inspect your sneaky photo shoot, to see how you did. Perfect lighting, toes in the midst of curling...Still socked though...this will have to do. You begin to grow very hard at the thought of feeling the smooth peds.
Just once.
You begin stroking yourself, removing your jeans and shirt completely. You start jerking yourself harder. And harder.
Little did you know, someone was on the other side of your door...and you forgot to lock it. You don't hear the knocking. Right as you're about to cum, you hear Rarity calling you, and the light thump of her boots on the floor.
"Anon, dahl-"
You jolt and let go of your dick, unable to find a blanket or anything to cover up. And you forget that your phone is still on. With that photo up. And she damn well sees it...you're buttfucked now. "Sis...uh...hi!! Um.." you stammer out, face more red than a dragon’s scale.
"Anonymous...is that a picture of my socks you're looking at?" she asks, looking at you curiously, and face slightly red. “Uhm.." you try desperately to think of an excuse.
”And you're fornicating furiously to it..." her azure eyes look back and forth from the photo to you. Her eyes then stare deeply into yours. "I must admit, Anon...this is abhorrent and very taboo,” Rarity says.
"PLEASE, sis, you can't tell ANYo-" you beg, She holds out a hand, cutting you off. You have to admit, having your dick out in front of your sister this long is awkward...
"Anon. Wrong as it is, I HAVE had thoughts of...this...before,” she tells you, her face more red now. "What?" you ask, intrigued.
"How long has this been happening, brother?" she asks, as she peers down at her feet, covered by violet leather. You can’t lie to her…
"Err...about...3 years or so...?"
"Do not worry, Anon, I won't let mother or father know...in fact..." she begins. Rarity walks over to you, a sultry look on her beautiful face. You begin to sweat as your sister walks two fingers up your bare chest.
"Dahling, you simply MUST let me know all the details...every bit of your thoughts, your desires..." she murmurs, her slender fingers exploring your torso. You decide to explain it to her, reservations disappearing.
"Sis...I've had my eyes on your incredibly smooth, lovely feet for years...tasting the soles, nibbling the toes...you, showing them off as you walk..."
She grins.
"I longed to relax under your desk, playing with your toes as you work, feeling them on every inch of my body...but...you're my little sister, we can't do this..." you continue, even though you know you’ve gone too far for the past 3 years.
"We don't have to tell the others, Anon. We have the whole house to ourselves..." she whispers into your ear. One of her smooth arms wraps around your shoulder. "Come, dahling, I won't take no for an answer."
You slowly nod as you abandon your computer, and in turn, your involvement with the Wintertodt. She lifts her heels high each step she takes...but her trademark purple boots remain, the real beauties trapped inside. You grasp her delicate hand as she leads you through the house, to her room.
Rarity motions toward her desk, cluttered with various threads and fabrics. "Come. Sit, under here,” she says. You nod, her boot nudging you downwards. She has a large work desk, so you're able to comfortably fit under it. She sits down at her chair, slowly removing both of her boots, placing them to the side neatly.
You can just about see her slender foot's form through her lavender socks. "Don't be shy, Anonymous, dear, you may remove them..." she sighs, smiling down at you.
"Alright, here goes...I can't wait..." you say, starting to sweat.
Even though you're apprehensive about actually doing this, you slip off both of her socks. She hardly ever goes barefoot, due to her not wanting to ruin her pedicures, so you are greeted with nothing less than a glorious sight. As you hold her right foot gently, you feel it up and down, studying the details.
A hint of sweat can be smelled on her soles, due to nearly always having at least socks on, but there is not a speck of dirt. Your fingers trace over the high arch, and smooth, curved instep, causing her to smile down at you and giggle slightly. Her heel is no less smooth, and the tops of her feet are very silky. Her toes...so well taken care of, you can't help but lock your fingers between them.
Is this real life?
The dream?
The dream is real!
While you squeeze her right foot carefully, you're suddenly greeted with her left foot finding it's way to your face, toes pinching your nose. Her scent drives your brain wild. "Be a dear, Anon, and clean my feet for me...I'd love them to look good once again, after such a long day..." she says, holding out her right foot, desire clear in her voice.
You nod, wasting no time in complying. You begin by rubbing your tongue in circles around her soft, supple arch. This elicits more giggles from her, and you can see she's trying to concentrate on work now. You try to make it hard to ignore, by nuzzling her sole up and down with your nose, making sure to drag your tongue up and down. Her toes scrunch on both feet, trying to minimize sensations.
You grasp her right foot tighter, pulling her toes back, and taking a very long slurp of your sister's warm, naked sole. Meanwhile, Rarity is trailing her left foot lower on your body, dragging her big toe down your chest and belly. As she tries to keep her right foot still for you, she pushes the ball of her foot against your now throbbing erection, through your boxers.
"Someone's a bit excited, hehehe...what about this one, Anon? Where is the love for my left?" she asks, licking her lips. Right as you finish exploring every crevice of her now slick, shining right foot, you let that one go freely. Your hands sorely miss the feet of the fashionista, so you don't hesitate to grab hold of her left foot.
Rarity's toes wiggle close to your face. "I see you are enjoying yourself, dahling..."
You greedily take all 5 of her adorable toes into your waiting mouth, longing for more of her taste. "Mmm...uh...huh..." you pant, nodding against her foot. Your length begins to ache more and more with desire as you start to snake your tongue between the smooth, white toes. You get a slight hint of perfume and sweat as you slide your tongue under each digit.
Because you've made her toes wet with saliva, you grab her heel and lift her left foot further, and push your face into the perfect sole. She gently curls and uncurls her flexible foot on your face, sending shivers down your spine. She seperates her toes slightly, so you look up into her shining, strikingly deep blue eyes.
You rapidly lap at her left sole, as you and your sister's eyes stay locked the entire time. The more you lick at her looked-after feet, the more her stifled laughter turns to moans, and a more seductive smile. You hold both of her feet together, and take one last, hard lick between her arches, making them drip with your saliva. Rarity pulls both of her feet from your grip.
Her dexterous feet make their way down to your boxers, the front of them now soaked with pre, and begin working them off of your legs. "Let me help you with that, dear...you simply must be in pain..." she says.
"C-cant help it..." you say, trying to hold back moans.
Her toes grip at the waistband, and pull your boxers completely off. "My, I never imagined you'd be this...large..." she says. Her feet plant themselves on your chest, slowly dragging themselves downwards, making you jolt with pleasure.
Her left foot reaches your sack, gripping it with her toes. Her right foot rests against the base of your cock, collecting all the precum from your heavy leaking. "Tell me, Anon, dear. Is this what you'd like? Are you ready for my feet there?" she murmurs, seductively. "O-ohh, yes, Rara...thats it..." you respond, leaking more heavily from hearing her angelic voice.
Two of her toes on each foot slowly trace up and down both sides of your length, forcing a moan out of you. As she pushes her feet forward slowly, embracing your member with her silky smooth arches, you begin to throb rapidly. "Oh, oh my...you must be close, sweetie..." Rarity moans out.
You can't hold back much longer.
Her slickened soles easily glide up and down your shaft, with incredibly smooth rhythm. She flexes her feet to hug your member tightly, before moving her heels to your balls, completely engulfing your length in divine warmth.
You start to groan very loudly, and she smiles widely and seductively, putting your length between two of her toes on her right foot. As Rarity repeats the process with her left foot, squeezing your length between her toes, you grunt, unloading all over her already slick, pure white soles.
You don't think you've ever cum this hard in your entire life.
She cups her soles under your sack, making sure to catch every bit of your load on her glistening feet, and painting them even more white. She strokes your sack between her feet, milking every drop of seed from you. "Are you finally finished, big brother?" your sister asks, as you stare at her beautiful, blushing face.
Rarity rests her head in her hands, looking down at you as you recollect yourself from the intense orgasm. "Y...yeah...that was amazing..." you respond, feeling completely satisfied, despite everything.
She, being the flexible yoga practitioner she is, lifts both of her feet to her face, and slowly, deliberately, collects all of the semen on her soles and toes on her tongue, licking her lips and swallowing every little drop. You blush hard, crawling out from the desk and kissing her cheek.
"Perhaps we will do this again sometime, dear...just come to my room,” Rarity says, suggestively. "Of course, Rara...love you sis...in more ways than one,” you finally fulfill your dream of saying.
"I love you too, 'bro', as your friends so eloquently put it...perhaps you can massage me sometime as well..." she hints, pulling down her shiny silk top to expose a bit of cleavage to you.
You’ll have to train your hands a bit…
Author's Note
I try to write all kinds of shit, because the more wrong it is, the hotter it is, to a degree...regardless, hope you enjoyed this one as well, I love Rarity feet.