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My Story Time:

Okay, so I'm gonna spill the tea and it's kinda wild, no cap. My little sister is a total brat, but like, an iconic one who knows exactly how to push my buttons. She found out about the car thing and decided my punishment was to huff her dance flats—like, the ones she just wore all day with no socks. She dropped them on my lap and was like, "Smell 'em until they're fresh, bestie. I'll know if you don't." The audacity.

The second she left, I brought one to my face. OMG, the scent was so… her. Musky and sweet and totally fucking addictive. I was low-key shook by how hard my dick got just from breathing her in. I couldn't help it—I ran my tongue along the insole, tasting her sweat, tracing where her toes had been. I was grinding against the air, no hands, and just like that—I came, hard. Sheer. Vibes.

But I was still so thirsty for her. So I yeeted myself onto my bed, grabbed her sweaty socks from the hamper, and laid them over my face, breathing her in all over again. This brat owns me, period.