Katie Lets Me Into Her World (Or Starts To), Chapter 1: An Interesting Discussion

by BigBadWolf

Meet my cousin Katie. She is 13 years old and petite with pale skin and the freckles of an Irishman and reddish-brown hair. Katie has done ballet since she was a small child, and can often be seen subtly practicing her dance moves in the middle of the living room…doing little twirls and whatnot. Also, much to my approval, she prefers being barefoot whenever possible and tends to put her feet anywhere and everywhere. Once, we were all sitting around and there was a bowl of peanuts on the table. Katie daintily took her muscled dancer’s feet and was about to stick her toes in the peanuts before her mother stopped her with the disapproving exclamation of “Oh, Katie!!!” To this, Katie just looked at me sheepishly, as though she knew what she had planned and was slightly embarrassed for wanting to play footsie with the peanuts. Oh, and as for her feet, they have begun to change with the onset of adolescence. While they used to be small and tender and childlike, her toes have widened and become seemingly shorter in relation to the rest of her foot. This is because they rest of her foot (well, both feet) has become much more muscular with all the years of ballet, to the point that I would say her feet almost have a beefy appearance, though in a most feminine sense.

So one evening while I was visiting her house with my parents, Katie and I were sitting and watching TV and I noticed she kept flexing her leg and examining her feet and toes. She would take hold of a foot, bring it up to eye-level, and brush the gunk out from between her red-painted toes and then extend her leg to see how her handywork looked from afar. After a while, when I noticed her brushing off her sole and even giving it a brief suck, I asked “Do you have a blister or something?” “Oh no,” Katie responded. “I wore sneakers with no socks today and my feet have all this sneaker stuff (her term) stuck to them.” Then, after a pause, “Dan, do you think I have pretty feet?” Of course I said yes, slightly surprised as the question. “Good!” she said, as she pointed one leg straight up in the air and rotated her ankle for me. She continued, “Sometimes me and my older sister have feet fights, where we lock our toes and try to get the other one to surrender by squeezing as hard as we can!” Her sister, Megan, is a sophomore in college and fairly overweight. “Wow, sounds painful!” I exclaimed. “Yeah, but lately I’ve been winning more and more,” Katie bragged with a wide grin. Then she looked down and wiggled her toes and said, slightly ashamed, “Sometimes it makes me feel funny between my legs…all tingly and stuff. And I get really really tingly when… well….nevermind.” “What???” I asked, now with a raging hard- on. “Well, sometimes late at night after our feet fights, I suck my toes and taste both myself and my sister on my feet at the same time. I also stick my fingers in my vagina at the same time.” At this point, I nearly fell off my chair, though I maintained a calm façade. Right at that moment, my mom and dad came in and announced we were leaving. I gave Katie a knowing look and we both knew this wouldn’t be the last of our thinking about her feet.