Sisters Boyfriend: Exclusive Must-Have Guide

So my sister’s boyfriend came over last week when she was stuck at work, and what started as grabbing a beer turned into something I still replay in my head. We were just talking on the couch, but I noticed him glancing at my bare feet—I’d kicked off my sandals earlier—and something in the air got heavy. I stretched my legs across his lap, not really thinking, and he didn’t move them. His hand landed on my ankle, then his thumb traced slow circles along my arch, and I felt a flush creep up my neck. I pressed my toes gently against his thigh, testing, and he exhaled this shaky breath that told me everything. We didn’t say a word; he just unzipped, and I slid my foot along his length, slick and warm, curling my toes around him while he watched with his mouth slightly open. It was teasing and slow, my heel dragging, my arch pressing, until his hips jerked and he finished across my instep with a low groan. Afterward he cleaned me up with his shirt, and we both laughed nervously—then my sister’s car pulled in, and I’ve never put my shoes back on so fast.