Sniffing Sister's Sock Ends in Punishment and Cumblasts

(Part 1 from 2)

Note: This story is completely fictional. All the characters in this story are of or over the age of 18. This is intended for adults only. And you must be 18 years or older to read this. Enjoy!

"Have you seen my pink socks Jon?" Anna shouted from her bedroom. "Those are my lucky socks, I can't win without them" She said as she prepared for her track meet.

My sister Anna unintentionally waited for the last minute often before heading out to her track meets. Directly across from hers, I watched from my bedroom as she nervously searched for her lucky pair of nike light pink cotton ankle socks that she hadn't washed all school year. She owned those socks since Freshman year of high school and started to slightly outgrow them. Anna was 22 years old now and competed in two different track events at her College where she commuted to; the 200 Meter Dash and the 2,000 Meter Run. At 5'3'', shapely and petite, also blonde with gorgeous little size 5 slender high arched feet, it always amazed me that she could do both the sprints and the long distances in her track meets.

She wasn't always able to endure the completely two different running styles from her meets until she started to wear a pair of pink cotton ankle socks. She was religious about these socks, she wore them to almost every track practice and to every meet. After she got them, she would always tell everyone that these socks helped her win. She stopped washing them one week during her Junior year of high school when Anna and her team had to travel to another state for a tournament style track event. During that week she won 1st place in both events which she never had done before. Since then, she decided to always wear those pink socks to when she ran and told my family to never wash them until her seasons would end. Having a huge foot fetish this drove me wild.

"Hurry up, we are going to be late!" I exclaimed before getting the car keys eagerly ready to leave the house.

"Hold on!" Anna yelled back as she looked all around her room struggling for about 10 minutes then finally checking under her bed. "Why are they under here?" She said confused.

"Maybe there is a ghost in your room" I said in a dubious and slightly annoyed tone.

"I put them in my drawer like I always do, did someone go through my room?" She responded holding her socks in front of her and feeling a little insulted.

Little did she know every night after she fell asleep I would sneak into her room and open her sock drawer and sniff those beautiful soft pink ankle socks. Sometimes I would bring them to my room and inhale the 8 years of history my sister's sweat drenched pink worn socks held. Smelling my sister's socks felt like heaven flowing through my nostrils especially toward the end of the year. My sister's scented cotton socks reeked of salted pervasive sweat accompanied by a sweet cheesy coconut aroma. Breathing in lungful after lungful of Anna's fragrant size 4.5 dry sweat soaked light pink cotton socks would make me hard as a rock.

I would try to imagine her beautiful huge arches and her long delicate toes on such a small foot while I sniffed them. Wanking to my sister's beautiful smelly socks while she slept always made me lose my mind. I nearly came in her room several times while she slept often when her feet would stick out from under the covers. I would eventually orgasm in my room across the hall to avoid being caught. Usually I would sneakily put her socks back into her drawer where she usually had them but last night as I made my way back in her room to return her pink socks I heard movement and threw them under her bed in panic.

"Maybe Mom tried to put them in the wash, like Jesus I can smell them from here!" I said pretending to be disgusted.

"Hmmm" she said pondering the idea yet looked agitated because of how important they were to her. "I'll ask her when we get back, we are short on time lets go!" Anna said as she grabbed her sports bag and bolted out her room.

Anna put on her lucky pink socks in the hallway and we hurried out the house. As we drove to her track meet I couldn't help but notice the pungent yet sweet aroma coming from her tightly laced gym shoes sending a bolt of pleasure run through my body. As the smell drove me to glance at her feet, I noticed Anna had two different pairs of running shoes on each foot; her low cut neon yellow sprinting shoes tightly fitted her left foot and her low cut bright pink jogging shoes contoured her right.

"You trying a new style?" I laughed pointing at her unmatched shoes trying to distract her from my half erect penis.

"Oh god, I'm all over the place" She said laughing as she kicked off both shoes. She then grabbed a jar of coconut oil out of her sports bag.

"What's that for?" I asked, looking at the half filled jar already knowing that she always put coconut oil on her feet before and after track.

The car was gradually filling with my sister's foot aroma and made its way to my nose making my olfactory senses send a huge jolt of pleasure to my brain and body. The delicious smell of my sister's foot odor started to drain blood from my brain and directed it to my continuously hardening rod.

"I need to keep my luck!" Anna said excited. "It keeps my sock on my foot when I run. These little socks are starting to get too small on me" She explained as she slowly peeled off her left sock.

I couldn't help but watch her as she removed her sock and flung it to the bottom of the car. Anna removed the cap from the jar and started to apply coconut oil on the little soft feminine contours of her lovely sole. For being an athlete, I appreciated how well she took care of her feet. As I stared at my sisters foot, I could see nothing but soft gentle delicate skin from heel to toe. The toenails on her long sensual toes looked like they had just been filed and polished while her arches were beautifully curved which formed a cleavage just below her toes at the origin of the ball of her foot.

I stopped and realized that compared to all the feet I have seen in my life my sister's were the best. The car now was full of Anna's stinky sock aroma and combined with the smell of sweet coconut oil glistening over her moist gentle sole made it nearly impossible to hide my raging boner. Realizing we were nearing close to Anna's track meet I forced my eyes away from my sister's foot and focused on the road. With all my strength and willpower, I strained my head to stay focused on the road while Anna stripped off her right sock revealing yet more of her magnificent scent into my nostrils. As I tried to ignore my sisters tremendous tease I could feel precum escape from my solid penis pinned inside my jeans.

"Here we are" I said doing the best I could to hide the enormous pleasure in my body. We arrived at her track meet and Anna had finished putting coconut oil on her feet and put her lucky pink socks back on eventually lacing up her neon yellow dash shoes on both feet. "I'll drop you off here I'll go find parking" I said anxiously trying not to display my throbbing boner straining against my jeans.

"Ok! Sounds good, wish me luck! Don't miss me out there!" She said playfully. She got out the car then jogged onto the field to meet with her teammates and warm up.

Parking was hard to find and it gave me enough time to let my boner subside. I eventually found a spot and walked from the parking lot to see my sister race in her events. I had missed her 200 Meter Dash and found a spot in the stands to watch her race the 2,000 Meter Run. As her event started, I imagined how each runners feet looked like. I stared at my sisters pink jogging shoes as she ran the long race and began to recall how beautiful my her feet looked in the car. I imagined how sweaty they must have been while she ran lap after lap on that track.

I pictured that with every step, more sweat sapped out of my sister's foot would add to the months of sweat that accumulated in her pink cotton socks throughout the year. This just made me more excited and I started to become half erect. I saw her win 3rd place which was a big deal because this was her school's last event and they had worked really hard to get there. I thought about this being her final race of the season and realized this was the last day that her lucky pink cotton socks would marinate in her sweet and sweaty divine foot nectar.

As time passed and she said goodbye's to her teammates and coaches, she met up with me and gave me a big hug.

"Great job Anna!" I said in excitement, proud that she had made 3rd place. Soon that proud feeling was overcome by a distraction from the overwhelming odor seeping through her pink running shoes. Her sweaty socks filled through her shoes and into the atmosphere. My sister's socks must have sponged up a cheesy sweet coconut sweaty balm created by the mixture of her foot juices and coconut oil within the cotton fabric of her pink socks, they must have hugged her feet tightly inside her shoes.

"Thanks! I can't believe its over, I hope next year is better!" She said with joy and a small amount of disappointment.

After a little more small talk with her friends and coaches we finally headed for home. Both of us knew our parents were gone for the night for they told us they were staying late for work earlier that day. When we got home my sister laid her back on the couch out of exhaustion from the track meet. I sat at the other end of the couch, her feet to my right, next to my right leg.

"Ugh, I need a shower! I'm so worn out" She said.

"Those socks are worn out" I said, again pretending to be disgusted. "I can't believe you haven't washed them since the start of school" I said in shock.

"190 days to be exact!" she said with a mixture of pride and repugnance. "But hey, they helped me win 3rd place this year!" She continued, feeling more proud. "Honestly, I would have gotten 1st place if I took them out of my drawer today. It's so odd. Why would they be under my bed?" She continued with curiosity and concern.

Anxiety began creep through me. I didn't know what to do or say and felt an overwhelming sensation of guilt. I glanced at her shoes that she hadn't taken off yet and attempted to ignore the familiar smell of my sister's breathtaking sweat filled stink coming from her sensational cotton pink socks. I turned on the TV so I could distract myself from her beautiful foot aroma.

"Its the ghost" I said trying to play off my anxiety of being caught and the painful attempt to take no notice of her alluring smell radiating through her shoes.

"Hmmm… whatever. All I know is that I need a shower" She said nonchalantly as she immediately got up and went to her room.

I felt a huge relief as she left the couch, I then continued to watch TV. After about 20 minutes my sister came out of the shower and was wearing a big grey T-shirt and black leggings. She sat back on the couch in the position she was in before, once again, her feet by my right leg but this time she exposed her bare soft and supple little arched feet . With her tiny cute bare feet so close to me I couldn't help but glance at Anna's smooth soles. Looking at her size 5 feet, all I could do was admire how round her arches were. The cleavage just below her long gentle toes made me want to bury my face in them right then and there.

As I stared deeply into her small curvy luscious feet I began to feel blood rushing to my cock and felt a deep sense of pleasure all over my body. I felt a tingling in my balls and realized precum was trickling out of my penis and made a small wet spot in my boxers. My jeans pressed against my hard erection and made it difficult to move. My gaze upon my older sisters succulent little feet was broken when she looked at me and said:

"I need to do some laundry" With a reluctant look she turned on her side and went into fetus position trying to get more comfortable.

"Me too" Responding a little too willingly. "How about I put your laundry in with mine" I said in hopes I could finally get a hold of those still wet sweat soaked pink socks for one last time before they washed.

"Uh… Okay… That would be great. Everything is in the hamper" She replied not sure why I was excited.

I got up trying so hard to hide my stiff hard on. I couldn't believe how hard I was just from looking at my sister's clean delicate feet. As I got up, my fully erect penis tried so hard to burst through my pants but the thick jeans compressed my meat in a painful resistance. Once I got to her room, I looked at her hamper and saw her beautifully worn stinky socks rested on the top of her clothes. Those entrancing 8 year worn sweat infused pink cotton socks made me excited to know that they hadn't been washed for a little over 6 months. The thought of this drove me insane. The precum in my pants now flowed out of my solid steel erection and pushed against my jeans so tightly it formed a tent at my crotch and displayed a wet spot on my pants.

I immediately grabbed both socks and put them right to my face. They were still wet from the track meet and had a buttery feel inside them from the coconut oil she had put on earlier. With each whiff, I inhaled as much of her buttery coconut cheesy sweat balm as I could, breathing in the fumes like they were more important than oxygen. I felt a rush of hormones flow all through my brain and body. I let the smell engulf all my senses. I closed my eyes and used all I could to take in every sweat drop that ever landed inside the fabric of my sister's amazing Goddess-like socks which revealed yet another jolt of pleasure through my body. I felt like my cock was going to rip through my jeans.

I couldn't hold it any longer! The accumulation of 6 months worth of the sweat drenched cotton made it feel like the socks seeped of my sister's pungent foot marinade. I unzipped my jeans and quickly began to stroke my cock, my penis had precum readily flowing out my tip and I didn't care. Since my precum nearly hit the floor in my sister's room I quickly wrapped her balmy sweat foot-buttered soaked sock on my rod and put her other sock directly in my mouth. Shivers ran all throughout my body as I furiously fucked my sister's smooth rich and whipped viscous foot nectar seeping from each strand of her cotton socks.

The taste of Anna's sock in my mouth was the most astonishing flavor in the world. While I fucked her sock vigorously, I did the best I could to taste all of her foot juices. I devoured that small sugary yet tangy thin cotton sock like it was my last meal. The creamy combination of her coconut oil mixed with her cheesy foot-sweat syrup filled my mouth and poured into my tastebuds with profound magnificence. I was in bliss, finally able to fuck and suck my sisters beautiful well worn soft sweat drenched socks that had marinated in her deliciously sweaty foot fluids for over 6 months. I couldn't hold much longer, the feeling of an extremely enormous eruption was about to take place and I had no where to go. As I brought myself to the brink of orgasm I heard my sister stomp in the room right behind me.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She yelled completely horrified and disgusted.

I opened my eyes and turned around to see my sister furious and repulsed by me. I hunched over, had her pink sock wrapped around my cock with precum oozing out the top and the other sock in my mouth. I stood there motionless, deeply ashamed, and speechless.

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