My Goddess Cousin 12 min read

written by postanley
original source of the story was Unknown source

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I was exhausted when I finally got home on Friday evening. It had been a hard week with multiple tests and assignments due. Going out that evening was absolutely the last thing on my mind. But when my mom said they were heading to a dinner at my grandfather’s house, I had to join them.   I always  look forward to these family meals for one main reason: my gorgeous cousin Regina would usually be there. She was 20 years old,  a 5’11”  (1.90 m) beauty with long legs and an amazing figure.  She worked as a model – but only only part time as she finished her university studies.

Regina had a splendid shoe collection and wore high heels most days.  Since she was a young teenager she said she needed the practice walking in heels for her many photo shoots. Some of her amazing shoes she got free from her modeling jobs.  And I’d guess a good part of the income she received was also spent on her fashion wardrobe (including even more shoes).

So, as you can imagine, every time I see her I couldn’t help but stare at her sexy footwear and dream about kissing and worshiping those works of art. But Regina never seemed to pay any attention to me.  As such, I thought it was just one of those dreams that would never come true.

When we got there Regina and her parents had already arrived. I went to the living room and saw her chatting with our grandfather. She was wearing a black t shirt and some slim blue jeans that seemed to go on forever.  I remember my Mom telling me that Regina had to special order some of her pants because her legs were so long.

Normally Regina would complete her outfit with a pair of strappy open toed high heel sandals (of which she had countless pairs).  But thanks to the cooler temperatures today, she was wearing matte dark chocolate colored leather boots with stiletto heels.

As Regina had the boots on under her jeans, I could not figure out their length.  But I could see enough to know they were probably at least calf high. Now I never had much of boot fetish but I was incredibly turned on by them right now.

Regina and I headed into the TV room by ourselves while the dinner was getting ready.  We watched a bit of TV and made small talk about school.  All the time I stole glances at her boots as often as I could. She looked so sexy sitting on a couch with her legs crossed and nonchalantly flipping through the channels.  And the boots seemed to bring out a power trip for Regina.  She seemed to be talking down to me even more than usual tonight.   Or was that just my wishful thinking . . .

When dinner was served there was not enough room on the dining table so Regina and I took our meals to the TV room. I put my plate on the table but sat down on the floor to give Regina more room.  Instead of just being polite, I actually wanted to be as near to her feet as possible.

When she dropped down on the couch, Regina was front on to the TV.  As I said those boots seemed to bring out the dominant side in her.  While we were eating she crossed her legs in such a way that her left boot was almost touching my knee and only inches away from my food – which was hugely exciting for me.

I could see the dirty soles of her boot as she occasionally wriggled her ankle around.  Those were well worn boots, for sure, with really filthy bottoms.  She had obviously walked all over the city wearing them.  And at that moment, I so wished my tongue was tasting her dirty boot soles rather than my food.

After I finished eating I took my plate in the kitchen and went back to living
room with a drink and sat on the couch.  Regina did as well.  When she returned, she sat down but put her feet up on the coffee table just in front of me.  It was kind of mildly rude since now I had to look over the toes of her shoes to see the TV.  But I was loving it since it gave me an excuse to stare at those gorgeous leather boots.

With her pant legs now riding up as Regina sat there, I could see that the boots were almost surely knee high in height.  Even more sexy, if that were possible.

As I finished my drink I nervously placed the glass right next to her boot. When she was finished with her drink she made an eye gesture towards her feet with the glass in her hand extended towards me. I obediently took the glass from her and as I was placing it on the coffee table she crossed her legs. Minutes later she expressed her concern that the glasses may fall off the table. So I knelt down before her and moved the glasses to the center table from the coffee table.

As I was doing this I was just inches away from her awesome boots and the smell of new leather almost made me lick them. I looked through the ‘V’ created by her boots up along those long legs towards her.  But Regina  seemed completely oblivious to her cousin at her feet almost worshiping her boots.

I was afraid someone might see me lusting after my cousin’s boots so I got up and repositioned to a nearby chair. Just as I was wondering whether I had blown my chance at more boot gazing, she asked if my internet connection was working at our house. Regina told me that hers was gone for couple of days and that she wanted to check her emails.

She took the keys to her dad’s car and got into driving seat with me in the passenger. As she pressed the accelerator, I felt so jealous of the pedals that her gorgeous boots were stepping on.

We finally reached our house, it was just the two of us. My heart was beating fast. But as she sat down before the PC and started browsing I was totally disappointed. At least a little while earlier I could see her boots but now I couldn’t even do that any more since her legs were completely under the table.  What a bummer.

Just then she dropped her earring and told me to look for it under the desk. I crawled down there and she raised her boots onto the footrest. After a little time some searching (and a lot of time closely examining the soles of her boots) I told her I didn’t see it anywhere. She motioned towards the opposite corner with the pointy toe of her right boot and commanded me to look there.

I was now on my stomach with almost my entire body underneath
the table. I finally found the earring and, after a bit more boot gazing, handed it back up to her. She leaned forward and took it without comment.

With my job now complete, I assumed Regina would scoot over and let me shimmy my way back up from under the table.  But instead she casually moved her left boot from the footrest, placed it on my neck and forced my nose and mouth onto her right boot.

I was completely overwhelmed by this turn of events.  I was surprised and embarrassed that Regina would do this to me.  But also I was so aroused by the incredibly smell of her leather boots and her willingness to now dominate me.  I  felt the texture of her boot sole with my lips, my nose and my hands.  I was confused but also loving every second of it.

After a short while she moved the chair back and gave me the chance to get out of the awkward position I had been in. I moved over and lay down on my side in front of her.   This was also a clear sign that I was interested in playing along since I didn’t complain or attempt to get out.  So Regina knew she had her way with me now completely.

My beautiful cousin wasted no time in raising her left boot on my chest and forcing me to lay on my back, pushed down on me with some force.  I felt her high heel stab into my ribs, that thin, spike impaling me somewhat.   This girl wasn’t playing around !

She then peaked under the table so she could place her right boot directly onto my mouth. Regina mentioned she had recently done an S&M photo shoot as part of a recent modeling assignment and she was intrigued by it.  She said the power she felt was “intoxicating”.  So I guess she wanted to explore her feelings a bit more with me.  No doubt my clumsy boot gazing earlier showed that I was likely a willing participant.

From the floor I looked up at her along her incredibly long legs.  But she was coldly staring down right at me.  There was a look in her eyes that ordered me to lick the soles of her boot. To make herself clearer she moved her left heel onto my throat and started pressing. Ouch !

I opened my mouth and touched her sole with my tongue. Just as I did the pressure on my throat eased and she started moving her boot slowly so that all parts of the sole were evenly licked. After I made the sole spotless she wiped it against my face to remove the saliva and put it on my chest.  Regina then dried her boot sole by aggressively wiping it on my clean shirt.  And she did this with some force, really pushing down on me.  Apparently I was now just a WELCOME mat for Regina to clean her boots on.

Regina then crossed her legs to let me worship her left boot.  I licked her filthy boot sole while at the same time feeling the soft leather of her boot shafts.

While I was licking her left boot Regina called her parents from her cellphone and told them she was getting me to do something she wanted to get done and asked if my parents could bring her folks over when the night was done to pick up their car.  They agreed so we now had some time for extended boot worship.

Regina then had me crawl out from under the table and lay at her feet to kiss her boots gently as she stood there and watched.  She would occasionally put one boot or  the other on my back while I was doing this, stepping on me with varying amounts of force.  She seemed to be experimenting with trampling on me while I worshiped her boots. And she didn’t hesitate to push a lot of her sexy weight down on those ice pick heels of hers right into my back.

While the boot kissing was happening Regina commanded me to put my hand forward on the tile floor.  She then stepped on my fingers with all of her weight and just stood there for a while.  And while Regina is really slim, she’s still a full grown woman.  So it was a considerable crush down on my poor hand.

After a minute or so of her just standing there, Regina started to grind her boot down on my fingers like she was killing a bug or something.  That ramped up the uncomfortable rating by a factor of 10 for me.  She was really crushing my hand like she meant business.  So I was worshiping one of her boots while the other one punished me.

I glanced up at her briefly while all this was happening and I caught the slightest smirk on her face while she tortured me under her boot.  So I think she was enjoying the power of the moment somewhat.  Or maybe Regina, the gorgeous model, was just finally putting her weird cousin in his rightful place.  Or maybe both.

Eventually Regina kicked my in the side with the pointy toe of her boot so I’d turn over onto my back.  She then put her right boot on my chest and leaned into it.  She is a tall girl anyway but standing over me with one foot on my chest she looked like she was touching the roof.  And she was staring right down at my face the whole time.

Well all good things must come to an end. The horn of our car sounded from outside.   So as one last action Regina picked her boot off of my chest and stepped right on my forehead.  And in one swift motion slid her stiletto heel right into my open mouth. The heel must have been 4 inches (10 cm) or higher which caused me some pain as it hit the roof of my mouth and made me gag. After I closed my lips around her heel and sucked on it, my cousin pulled her boot off of my face.  She then turned and walked away without a word, her boot heels made a sexy clicking sound on the tile floor as she left.

While there were a few brief shoe moments in later years, nothing of this scope ever happened again between Regina and me.  I think it was just a one-time thing, an exploration of some residual feelings she had from that domination-themed photo shoot.  Also I think there might have been some curiosity in outing me as a shoe perv, which she obviously had some suspicions about.   So other than stepping on my foot or hand a few times (with a knowing grin), we never did anything like this again.  Much to my sadness  . . .

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5 thoughts on “My Goddess Cousin 12 min read

    1. All stories are posted “as is”. Occasionally correction of minor spelling or grammar errors are made but that’s it. Nothing is ever added or subtracted.

      A number of the stories have been around for a long time (> 20 years). So it’s likely multiple versions of the stories can exist and have been posted on various trample-oriented websites.

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      1. The author was called postanley I think but I can’t remember which forum it was on. Where did you find this version btw?

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