Little brother crush 10 min read

Disclaimer: Everybody is over 18 at this point

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My little brother always had his friends over. They practically lived with us, since they slept over in his room all the time. My parents even knew most of their names. I thought they were okay, most of my interactions with them involved me trolling and tormenting my little brother. Most of my trolling comes from my body odor.

First about me, I’m very tall (6’2). I have an amazon woman build, so I have large thighs and a thick ass. I’m also heavy since I have a good bit of meat on my bones (230 lbs), although I work out with cardio and occasional weight lifting, so I don’t come across as chubby. Being my height I also have very big feet. For those of you who are curious I am a size 13 (although I wear a size 12 in mens), and even though they are very big, my feet are quite pretty if I don’t say so myself. They’re long and very wide, and my toes are plump and juicy (my big toe is pretty big). My feet have a nice paleish tone with meaty, pink, slightly wrinkled soles. I also tend to have my feet in a white toenail polish. And since I am active my feet tend to stink. And not a normal stink, I mean absolutely ripe. After my college volleyball games, the rest of the team talked about how I had the nastiest feet. The reason is because I have hyperhidrosis. So all that sweat, all over my body would seep into my shoes and marinate my feet in that thick, rich, cheesy scent. The smell of my feet always helped when tormenting my little brother. I would always walk around barefoot after a sweaty run or leave my socks in his room so my fragrance fills the room.

Today my little brother had one of his closest friends with over that I recognized. He in particular was always staring at my feet. I knew for sure he had a foot fetish. My little brother wasn’t home, so I decided to tease him a little bit. I said hello, then I sat on the couch he was on and kicked off my shoes, and let the smell of my cheesy feet fill up the living room. Then I went on my phone as I carefully observed him. And like a bug attracted to light, he kept taking peeps at my feet. I asked him what was wrong and he said it was nothing as he leaned forward, trying to hide his erection. I told him to stand up, so he couldn’t hide it anymore, and low and behold, he was extremely hard from my feet. I laughed because I thought it was funny, but then I decided to treat him since no one was home but us, since he was waiting for my little brother. I told him to sit in front of me and started to rub my feet on his face. His small face literally disappeared under my soles. One foot was wide enough to cover his face, my toes were touching his hair, and my heels were under his chin. He didn’t do anything but sniff and lick like a good puppy.

I have had foot fetish experiences before and I actually enjoy getting my toes sucked. But there’s one thing that I have never tried that I so wanna try. That is trampling. I’ve seen videos before, and I thought they were so hot. Most guys were nervous about being trampled by me since I am a fairly large woman. But I thought I would try it on my little brother’s friend regardless. I did have my concerns about it though since he was so small and so skinny. He would turn into crushed into pulp under my feet. That same thought also made me want to try it even more with someone his size. It would be easy to convince him because of how desperate he was, so I went ahead and gave it a shot.

I asked him if he wanted to try something new and placed my big toe and middle toe on the ends of his lips to tease. He said he really wants to. And I told him to follow me to my room since I didn’t want my little brother walking in on me standing on his friend. He followed me like a shy puppy dog and layed on the floor when I told him on my carpet floor in my room. My room is a bit musty since the carpet has old sweat build up from when I walk in my room barefoot. He took off his clothes and was lying on the ground in his underwear. I asked him about his weight and height and he told me he was 5’3 and 124 lbs. I was more than 100 pounds heavier than him.

I knew for sure he’d have to be peeled off my carpet floor after were done. So it began. I hopped onto his lower gut and he immediately made a groaning noise. I stood still, letting my weight sink in as I felt his organs literally getting crushed beneath me. I looked down at my feet and saw how crushed he was. His stomach looked as thin as a pancake with me standing on it. And after a couple of minutes of standing in place, I felt the floor under my feet from how mashed he was. That thin pancake layer now looked like a few layers of paper under me. I’ve been standing on his tiny body for about 10 minutes straight without moving a bit. So I spiced it up and decided to walk around on him a bit. I walked from his chest, to his flat and mashed gut, on his groin, and on his legs. Probably doing so for 5 minutes straight while he was in pure agony.

It was really hard keeping balance on such a small body though. I then jumped full weight on his open hands and grinded them under my feet which made him shout in pain. Then I went back and stood on his cracking chest. I marched on his chest for a little and felt his heartbeat under my foot. He said that he couldn’t breathe, and I did hear him wheezing a good bit from me flattening his lungs, but I told him he would be all right. I was having too much fun and didn’t want to stop anytime soon. My feet were still a little smelly from my run so I held my right foot out in front of his mouth and told him to stick his tongue out. He did reluctantly and I passed my foot all over his tongue, making sure to get my soles as well as in between my toes. I then opened his mouth with my foot and shoved my soles down his throat. He had a very small mouth, so at first, I was only able to fit my big toe and 2 other toes inside.

But I turned my foot so he would take my pinky toe in first and roughly shoved in my whole foot. My foot is so wide, it stretched out his cheeks and mouth so much. I bent down with my other foot still standing on his creaking and snapping collarbone and applied force so more of my foot could go deeper. He looked in pain and his eyes were starting to water so I eventually took my foot out. I walked back onto his flaccid cock and really started grinding my foot. After marching in place on his cock and really flattening his balls I jumped onto his collarbone, which caused a huge crack to my amusement, and I was ready to take this to the next level. I looked down at him while his collarbone is still creaking and put my left foot onto his face. My left foot alone could’ve been enough to blanket his face, but I wanted him to get the full experience. I then carefully brought my right foot next to my left.

And there I was, a 230 pound woman standing on a young boy’s face. I absolutely loved it. So much so it was turning me on. Normally, with facestanding, the person being trampled is able to get their nose sticking out between the person standing on them. But my feet are so big and wide, they filled his face and his nose was crushed under my right foot. My toes were in his hair, the outsides of my feet were spilling onto the sides of his head, and my heels were on his neck. That’s how much my feet sandwiched his little face. He was grabbing my ankles, and was trying to move me off. I thought it was funny, seeing his skinny wrists trying to move my elephant sized ankles. I knew for sure, he was seeing stars. He started frantically kicking his body trying to get some moment to get me off, but with my weight on his face, I wouldn’t budge even with all that wild kicking. I knew he was also trying to talk since I heard muffled whimpering under me, but I stood still wanting to see how much more he can take. His fight seemed to die down since I wasn’t budging at all, and then I walked off his flattened face. And boy was he red. I did notice that my footprint was ingrained into his face which I thought was pretty funny.

He wanted to get up since he said his ears were ringing and he couldn’t see properly, but I ignored his request and hopped back onto him. I was having too much fun walking over him. I went around to his legs and stepped on his shins, then stepped on his cock and balls, then onto his gut, then his chest, and finally his face. I then done that same pattern over and over and over again. A few times after I walked on his face, his face would stick to my sole because of the dried up sweat. I was so glad to get this experience. It was so sexy to walk all over someone’s body. I wondered what else I could do to him with my feet. I decided to stand on his neck full weight for a while until he changed color. My feet were almost touching the floor while I was standing on his throat due to my weight. And after that, I went back to his face. I turned his head over and stepped right onto the side of his head. I wiped my feet on his head like he was a doormat. I then got a little out of control, and starting hopping on his head. I admit, that was a little cruel of me, but it was so sexy. The size and age difference was also turning me on to the thought of more trampling. While he was grunting and cringing in pain, I was jumping like I was at a rave party. The cracks and crunches under my feet made me want to jump more. But then I noticed he wasn’t making sound anymore. At first, I genuinely thought I killed him. But thankfully he only passed out. Maybe jumping on his head wasn’t the best idea. But I wouldn’t ever get the opportunity to do it again so I had to try.

Several minutes later he woke up groaning, and I helped him to his feet since he was so dizzy. He said he didn’t feel too good and wanted to go home. So I drove him to his house and decided to give him a parting gift. My stinky sock. He was excited about it and offered to pay me for some used items. I turned it down at first, but driving back to my place, I thought to myself, maybe this can be the start of something interesting.

I also wondered what he’d tell his family when they see my footprint on his face.