Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2018 13:09:15 +1100 From: F S Subject: Helping out Big Brother - Part 2 Hi guys, thanks for all the comments from part one of this story. This story is mainly about foot fetish and domination between two brothers so there probably won't be sexual encounters at least for a few chapters. Sorry for anyone who was expecting it straight away :) As always please feel free to let me know what you think about the story. ---- Helping out Big Brother - Part 2 It was the day of the big game. Matt had sent his cheerleader guest home in the morning and we chilled out together. I kept replaying the events from last night in my head over and over again. Why had I sniffed and licked Matt's dirty stinking boots, what was wrong with me? Did Matt realise what I had done? When he put his big foot on my bed and wiggled his toes, it was like he was taunting me, almost testing to see what I would do. No no, I'm over thinking this. Matt is my big brother who looks after me, he wouldn't treat me like that, would he? My mind raced all morning I barely said 2 words to Matt at breakfast or later when we chilled out watching TV. "Hey lil bro you alright? You seem kinda off this morning." "Ahh..yeah..im fine, just tired I think." "Hmmm ok, as long as you aren't coming down with something. Can't have you getting sick, mum and dad will think I didn't take care of my little brother hehe." "Seriously I'm fine Matt...Maybe I'll go lie down." "Alright, I gotta get ready for the game this afternoon so I probably won't see you till later tonight." "Oh ok, good luck Matt. I'm sure you'll do great." "Thanks lil bro, I'm sure I will too" He winked and started walking towards the stairs. "Oh by the way, you haven't forgotten about tonight have you? I'd really appreciate it if you could help me later, with Dad still away." "Ahh yeah..Uh Matt, my friend Tim messaged me earlier and asked if I wanted to have a sleep over at his house tonight. So I uh probably can't help you later." "Oh...I just thought you could help me celebrate after the game tonight, especially with Dad still up the coast. But if you already have plans, I guess I'll just spend the night alone...sigh." Matt looked a bit cut up and slowly walked away. The look on his face made my heart ache, how could I let my brother feel like that after all he's done for me this week. I couldn't leave him alone, especially not after his rugby finals. "Wait! No, you're right, you can't celebrate alone. I'll call Tim and cancel." I quickly answered. "Really? Thanks lil bro. I've always said you're such a good brother." Matt smiled at me and made me feel so satisfied inside. "I'll see you around 5 tonight, gonna go get ready now. Catch ya lil bro." The rest of the day was uneventful, I just lounged around the house playing PS4 and watching random shows. At around 4pm I received a text from Matt, he had won his game and was so excited to celebrate tonight. It made me so happy knowing all his hard work had paid off, he had won the game and he had won it wearing the same boots I had personally cleaned for him yesterday. I messaged him back congratulating him. I actually started getting excited waiting for Matt to arrive home. I don't know why but I sat by the door waiting for him to walk through. 6pm rolled around and he still wasn't home. Hmmm he must be caught up with the team, yeah that's probably it I thought. Being the team captain, he had to stay back with his team. I messaged him asking what time he would be arriving back. 9pm and I still hadn't heard anything from Matt. I was starting to get a bit worried. Maybe something had happened. My nerves started to creep out as I paced around the front room. I messaged him again, asking if he was alright. 11pm. Still no reponse. I didn't know what to do so I messaged Matt again telling him I was going to bed and to please message me as soon as he got this. At around 2:30am my phone vibrated, I jumped awake and quickly picked it up, expecting a message from Matt. It was just a notification from a random app. Where was he? I lay back on my bed staring up into the darkness of my room, thoughts rushing through my head. Had I done something to anger him? I thought he was excited to spend the night with me. He even made me cancel my sleepover at Tim's. Why hadn't he messaged back either. Did I not clean his rugby boots as good as Dad used to? It was my first time! If he had only told me, I would have kept cleaning them, all night if I had to. I would have even used my tongue all over...Stop it! I snapped myself out of those toxic thoughts. I'm starting to go crazy. I looked over at my phone again. 4:45am. Shit how did 2 hours go past so quick. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Tossing and turning until the birds outside started chirping. 6:30am. It was useless. I couldn't go back to sleep so I got out of bed. I opened my bedroom door and walked down the hall. That was weird, Matt's bedroom door was shut, didn't he leave it open yesterday. I slowly creeped down the hall and put my ear to the door, I couldn't hear anything so I carefully opened the door slightly just enough to peek in. Matt was home! He was sprawled out on his huge King bed, naked lying face down. The sun from the window shone on his pale white butt. His huge tree trunk legs stretched straight out, hanging those wide feet off the end of the bed. Hmmm what was that? I thought I could see a pair of skinny hairy legs tucked on the floor at the end of the bed. Was there a guy lying there? Why would he be sleeping on the floor at the end of the bed? Matt's bed was big enough to fit 2 people easily. I wanted to double check so I opened the door but it made a loud creaking sound. Matt snorted and started to stir. I quickly shut the door and ran back to my room and jumped under the covers in my bed. My heart was beating like crazy as the thoughts in my head started racing When did Matt get home? I didn't hear him at all last night. I hope he didn't see me spying on him. Who was that guy on the floor? Why was he even there? "Wake up faggot!" Matt exclaimed. I sat up straight, looking around, thinking he was in my room, no one was there. "Get back to work, you know why you're here." I realised Matt's voice was coming from the other room, talking to the guy in there. I wondered what he meant by getting back to work. I listened hard and could barely hear a small whining from the guy. "Of course they do, I worked fucking hard yesterday." I wondered what Matt was talking about. Another small complaint from the guy this time a bit louder. "You want in the team next year don't ya? Then do as you're told." Matt ordered. I kept listening intently, sticking my ear closer to the wall. "Mmmm yeah that's it...Get in-between each one." Matt started moaning. "Come on, clean them for your captain...Fuck yeeeah!" Listening to Matt's moans of pleasure made me tingle inside with pleasure but I also felt a wave of jealousy. My breathing started to get faster. My hand slowly started to reach down towards my pants. "You're doing so well boy. Now try and fit them all in your mouth...Yeah just like that, FUCK!" Matt let out a big moan. I couldn't stay here listening anymore, it was making me feel so weird inside. I jumped out of my bed and headed out of my room. "Come on, you can do better than that! Shove them all the way in!" I heard Matt yelling from down the hall. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I suddenly stopped in the front hall, something triggered my brain. That smell. It was so familiar but so much stronger. I looked around and finally spotted it. Matt's old gym bag was lying near the front door, unzipped and completely open. Protruding out of the bag were my big brother's rugby boots, covered with copious amounts of mud and grass, they were filthy again. A pair of dirty thick rugby socks were half stuffed inside each boot, probably the source of the strong smell. Those socks and boots must have been so rank, I could smell them from where I was standing. I couldn't move and was frozen in place just staring and slowly breathing in the smell around me, it was so strong. The sour stink assaulted my brain. "FUCKING CHOKE ON THEM FAGGOT!" I heard Matt screaming from upstairs, yelling at the guy in his room. I was breathing faster. A part of my brain nagging me to get out of the hall. I heard a loud thud from upstairs. "WHAT THE FUCK!? GET BACK ON YOUR KNEES!" Matt screamed. Something in my mind clicked, I sank to my knees, still staring at the gym bag and its contents. The smell heavier from the lower position, I started crawling forward towards the source of the stench. I heard a loud bang as Matt's bedroom door swung open. I snapped back to reality. Rolling over on my side, quick enough to see a skinny toned guy, half clothed rushing down the stairs and then straight out the door. I turned around to see Matt rushing behind him, yelling out the door. "Good luck making the team next season, you worthless faggot!" He slammed the front door closed. Turning around, still naked, his cock was fully erect and sticking straight up, it was huge. I couldn't look away. He looked down and noticed me on the floor. "Oh, hey lil bro." He walked towards me until he was directly above me, his huge cock and dangling balls in my full vision. "What ya doing down there?" He glanced over and saw his smelly gym bag near me and sniggered. Looking back at me with a grin. "Come on lil bro." Matt grabbed his smelly gym bag and starting walking into the loungeroom.