The Mandi Chronicles 1 - The Beginning

My sister Mandi is 15. We have always been extremely close, but our relationship now begins to go deeper. Ch 1 a slow burn; other chapters will be hotter

A complete work of fiction. Any similarities to any person are purely coincidence and have no basis in factual representation. Strictly for entertainment purposes only.

Mandi is my younger sister, and just recently turned 15 years old. She is in her first semester of high school, and is one of the up and coming stars of the varsity girls soccer team. She is very athletic and really fit, thanks to a combination of factors; Mandi was extremely fortunate to inherit not only our mom’s physical beauty, but also her extremely athletic talent on the soccer pitch.

More about mom later on, but needless to say she is definitely the poster girl for Soccer MILF if there is one. I will elaborate about her in further episodes. But, back to Mandi for now. As I was saying, she is very athletic, and has our mom’s beauty. In short, she is the total package.

Mandi is about 5’4” tall, smooth tanned complexion, a nice set of 32B tits that are round and definitely one of her attractive magnets, of which she has several. Her waist is narrow, is one would expect from a 15-year old girl, but her ass! Oh my god! Her ass! Mandi’s little bum was so gorgeous. It was full and round, but very petite, well proportioned for her age. She had a set of legs befitting any young soccer girl; well-toned, long, and extremely smooth.

In addition, she also took after our mom in the meticulous department regarding attractiveness and beauty, always sporting just the perfect amount of foundation, blush, and make up powder to accent and highlight her beautiful facial features; her lips were soft, pink, and just a little bit pouty, and becoming fuller as she entered puberty full speed ahead. Mandi always ensured that her lips were glossed shiny and bright, her go to color of gloss being a soft subtle pink that made her own naturally pink lips that much more gorgeous and obvious.

She had dark brown, shoulder length hair, and usually wore it in a pony tail for practice and matches, but during most of the other times, she would let it fall naturally. It was a bit wavy and she would go to the hair salon every six weeks or so and have her stylist put some lighter shade highlights throughout. I will say that this helped her to look a few years older than her newly turned 15 years.

Mandi also had discovered the latest trend of false lashes last year in eighth grade around spring break. She and several of her teammates had gone to a “lash lady” while at a tournament and had gotten their lashes done, complete with mascara and eye liner, the whole nine yards.

I thought mom was going to have a fit when she saw her all dolled up like that, but she just smiled and told her, “You look beautiful Sweetie. It’s time you start to look more like a pretty young lady than a little girl, my love.” And that was the beginning of the entire beauty ritual that Mandi went through every week. And the hair appointment every six weeks.

Mandi and I had always been very close since the time we were little. I am currently 18, and a senior at the high school. I look after my little sister and all the guys on the boys soccer team treat Mandi with the utmost of respect, and take care to look after her as well.

Our closeness as siblings was the main driver of our complete trust for each other, and in each other, especially since last year when Mandi found out that she was going to be on the varsity soccer team this fall. She was also a striker on a top-rated select team, along with several other girls at the school, many of them also in eighth grade last year. They were all very close with each other, having been teammates for a very long time, and the girls shared lots of secrets with each other, and confided in one another as young teenage girls will do.

Our first foray into the taboo of sibling relationships happened this past spring, close to the end of Mandi’s eighth grade year. She was 14-years old at the time. Her birthday is in mid-June. I must be fully transparent at this moment, and state that while the incident about to be recounted was indeed our first exploration into the incestuous beginnings, it was not the first time that I had entertained or acted upon sexual thoughts about my little sister. That had been taking place for nearly all of her eighth grade year, mostly along with images of her either in her soccer shorts, her cheerleader skirt, and her bikini thong.

Yes, mom let Mandi wear a bikini thong swimsuit. In fact, when we went shopping for summer gear just after her 14th birthday for our vacation at the beach resort, mom let Mandi choose her own swimsuit, and she chose a bikini thong. I voiced big brotherly objections, naturally, but deep down inside, I was hoping mom would buy it for her. I wanted to see my sister’s ass cheeks with that turquoise thong splitting them in half, and that silky, shiny turquoise triangle patch covering her little pre-pubescent pussy. These were some of my first thoughts about Mandi that involved any kind of sexual arousal.

Anyway, mom scolded me and told me, “Mikey, all the girls wear these now. It’s the style, honey. And besides that, it looks cute on your sister. Honey, go put it on and come out and show us.” Mandi went into the changing room, put on the bikini, and stepped out. She struck a way too sexy pose for a 14-year old girl, in my view, but I could also feel my dick getting excited while gazing at my little sister’s crotch, and her tits that were being held nicely by the top, but allowing quite a bit of nice cleavage to show off.

She then turned around, and leaned over slightly, putting her hands on her knees, and looking back over her shoulder, smiling at me. God damn!! That ass of hers! I was now really hard and getting so turned on.

“Honey, that looks so cute! Don’t you think your baby sister looks cute in this one, Mikey?” Mom asked me.

How could I not agree? I told her, “Mom, she does really look cute in this one! Mandi, you really fill this out quite nicely. I like it on you.” My cock now throbbing and me doing the best efforts possible to hide my raging boner.

Later that night, I jacked off thinking about Mandi in that bikini, focusing primarily on how hot her ass looked, and that pose she had struck. After about ten minutes of caressing my balls, and stroking my cock, moaning “Oh,Mandi! Oh, Mandi Sweetheart! Ummm, Mandi!”, it was too much. I exploded several ropes of sticky cum all over my sheets, and some of it landed on my chest, ran down my hand, and continued to ooze out of my dick.

It was the best jack off session I had ever had, and I jacked off almost every night, but after that session, things took a turn for the better, and the taboo road began to reveal itself.

This past spring, during her eighth grade year, Mandi and I began the process of bonding very tightly with each other. Not that we weren’t already close, as I’ve mentioned before, but last spring something started to simmer between us, and with both of us trusting each other so closely, we didn’t think much of it, until even later on, which I will get to as this story unfolds.

I had been jerking off to Mandi quite regularly now ever since that fateful bikini swimsuit day back in June. I had dated a couple of girls in the meantime as well, both of them juniors at the high school. Neither of them played sports, but they were both on the dance team, and as such had great athletic ability, which was evident when we would fuck each other. I broke up with the first girl right before Thanksgiving break, and then broke up with the second one just before Valentine’s Day.

Both breakups were similar in reason. They were very jealous of their time with me, and extremely demanding that we spend most all of our free time together. Well, Mandi has a very demanding, hectic soccer schedule between her school team, and her select club, which meant a lot of matches mostly year-round. Mom had been adamant since we were both young that we needed to support each other’s activities and be there whenever possible. And both of us had no issues being there for the other’s matches, or other school or outside activities. We enjoyed it.

Well, both of the dancers I dated didn’t see it that way, and it became obvious that things weren’t going to work out. The sex was fantastic. Both of those girls could fuck all night long, and their pussies were tight. As I had gotten frustrated with both of them about their time demands, I began to use our fucking time as a way to fantasize more vividly about Mandi. So, whenever we fucked, I would develop an image in my mind that depicted Mandi in some sexy pose in her bikini thong, and would fuck my dancer girlfriend, fantasizing that she was Mandi. This made things bearable with both of these bitches, and at least ensured that I was getting some pussy for the time being.

Back to the first taboo boundary that Mandi and I crossed. It was very subtle, and very mild, but at the same time it was the beginning of something that either of us could have stopped after that first encounter, or could chose to pursue further as siblings. The latter ended up being the better choice without question.

I mentioned previously about Mandi’s meticulous attention to her appearance and her beauty regimen. This certainly wasn’t out of the norm for most all 14-year old girls. I vividly remember the 14-year old girls in my classes in junior high all doing similar regimens, and carrying through with them even into high school, getting even more detailed, and more meticulously detailed.

Mandi’s best friend Chloe, another brunette cutie, with very nice 32B tits, and a gorgeous ass, stood about 5’3” tall, and her soccer talent was equivalent to Mandi’s, was the primary instigator of the ensuing event, from the standpoint that it was her inspiring of Mandi to add to her beauty regimen that precipitated what happened. More about Chloe later on as well, as she and Mandi found out they shared lots of similar interests both on and off the field.

Anyway, Mandi came home from soccer practice one afternoon, and was very visibly tired. I asked her if anything was wrong.

“Hey, Mandi. You look really tired, honey. Everything go ok at practice? You feeling alright?”

She looked at me, and said, “Everything’s good, Mikey. I just had a rough practice that’s all. Coach ran us quite a bit today after our shitty play yesterday. My whole body is sore and my legs and feet are really hurting. I’m going to go take a shower to see if that helps. Can you make me a sandwich or something for when I get out? Pleeeaaaasseee?”

I smiled at her, and told her, “Of course, Mandi. Go get your shower and I’ll have a sandwich for you ready. Maybe I can help your legs feel better too. See you when you are out.”

A bit later, Mandi came out of the bathroom that we both shared. Her room was on one side of it, mine on the other. We had to go into our room to access the bathroom and shower. It was a huge bathroom and shower area, with a large tub, and a walk in shower, and a double sink. That way both of us could get ready at the same time in the mornings, just having to wait our turn for the shower.

She wrapped herself in a towel, and went into her room, coming out in a few minutes with a small box, decorated with glitter, sparkles, and lots of girlie stickers on it. She was still wrapped in her towel. She sat the box on the coffee table, and curled up on the sofa to eat her sandwich. For some reason, she had a different quality of beauty about her this time.

Maybe it was the fact that she had just showered, or that her hair was still wet, or that she was wrapped up in a towel. Maybe it was just because I was fucking horny and needed to jerk off, especially after seeing Mandi come in all hot and sweaty. Didn’t matter. She looked gorgeous. More so than before now. Maybe she was just growing into her adolescence perhaps. My dick was hard no matter the reason.

“So, why did Coach run you guys so much today?” I asked. “I mean, shit, you guys won 6-0 against the team you played, and you’re in first place, like what, three games ahead of everyone else,” I asked her.

“Well, yeah, we did kick their ass pretty good. But Coach said that we missed way too many easy shots, and we let their strikers get into the box too many times. He said that if it had been a real team, we might have been lucky to only win by one point, or might even have lost. So, he ran our ass all practice, and made us do full speed drills the entire practice. He said we were loafing and it would hurt us if we didn’t go full speed all game from now on. So, yeah, I’m fucking worn out, Mikey,” Mandi told me.

I was sitting on the other end of the sofa, and I gently rubbed her leg a little, and told her, “Well, Coach is right. And you know it. Loafing will get you beat against good teams, honey. But, you guys will be fine. So, what you say I give you a little leg massage to help revive you a little bit?”

I had given Mandi leg massages after practice and after really difficult games several times before, and she looked forward to it. She had first asked me to do that for her several months ago, telling me that Chloe’s brother Charles gave her leg massages and it really made a difference. So I decided it was something we could do together as part of her routine. And I definitely didn’t mind massaging and gently rubbing my little sister’s smooth and silky toned legs.

Mandi squealed with delight when I offered, and she immediately leaned back on the sofa arm, extending her legs my direction. She reached into her little box and pulled out a small bottle of coconut oil.

“Here, let’s use this on my legs this time. Chloe uses it when her brother massages her legs and she says it makes your skin really soft and smooth, and it smells nice too,” she said with a smile.

She squirted a good amount on her right leg and I began to massage her calf muscle for her, softly at first, and then with more force. She lifted her leg slightly off the sofa to grant me easier access to her leg, and as she did this, she inadvertently (or maybe not) flashed me ever so slightly, and quickly. I thought I could make out the brief image of her teenage pussy lips underneath the towel. My little sister was commando while I was giving her a leg massage. This was the first time she had ever let me do that without her wearing panties, and shorts. It was a brief flash, and I know without a doubt I saw a quick grin move across her face. I pretended not to notice and kept massaging her leg.

After a bit, she squirted more oil on the other leg, and said, “Here, do this one now. The same way. You always do my legs so good, Mikey! They feel great when you’re done!”

I smiled and told her, “Mandi, I love to take care of you so you can be your best! You’re my little sister and I want to always look out for you.” I continued to massage her leg and she then did the same thing, giving me yet just a fleeting glimpse of her pussy lips as she lifted her leg. I saw her smile, and this time I smiled back, hoping to acknowledge to her that I liked what I saw. She winked at me. My dick began to dance slightly.

When I had finished both legs, she told me, “Ummm, Mikey. That feels amazing! Want to do something else for me?”

I told her, “Sure, Mandi. What would that be, honey? You had a really rough practice and you deserve a bit of big brother pampering this evening.”

“When’s Mom coming home?” she asked.

“I’m not sure, but she did say it would be later on tonight. She left us a lasagna in the oven for dinner. Said she had to put in some overtime at work to get a project finished before the big shots come in later this week. So it’ll probably be 9-10 o’clock. Why?” I asked her.

“Oh, no reason. I was just curious, that’s all. It’s just that I was hoping we could spend a little bit of sibling time together, that’s all. Mikey, you’re the best big brother a little sister could ever have!” she said gleefully.

I smiled and said, “Mandi, you are the greatest little sister ever! I adore you, you know that, right? I’ll never let anything happen to you. And when you get to high school this coming fall, you will be protected and taken care of.”

“I know, Mikey! You always take such good care of me, and I know you adore me. You’ve told me that so many times, and it makes me feel so special. I adore you too, Mikey,” Mandi said with a tone of affection and endearment in her voice.

“So, what is it you want me to do for you, honey? This is your chance to be pampered. There are advantages to having a really hard practice,” I said.

She looked at me, and she said, “Mikey, will you give me a foot massage, baby? I mean, only if you want to of course. It sounds kind of weird to ask your brother to massage his little sister’s feet, I know. But, Mikey, they are really sore after today. Please, Mikey? Just this once, for me?”

Now, I have always had a thing for pretty feet and gorgeous toes for quite some time. And if I say that I haven’t actually admired my little sister’s pretty toes a time or three, I would be struck dead on site and turned into a heap of smoldering ashes. To be asked by Mandi to actually give her a foot massage was a bit of a dream come true actually.

“Honey, I’ll give you a foot massage, dear. And no, it isn’t weird. I mean not anymore than giving your legs a massage to help them feel better, right? And not anymore weird than anything else a loving older brother does for his little sister,” I said.

She grinned, and said, “Thanks, Mikey!! Chloe said that all I had to do was ask you. She said that Charles gives her a foot massage lots of times after practice and games, just like the leg massages. She told me that I will be so awesome and that tomorrow I would see the difference. Here, use the coconut oil, Mikey.”

I poured a good amount onto her left foot, coating the top of her foot with it, and then gently began to rub it into her soft skin, using both hands to massage her foot, top and bottom. I rubbed her arch deftly and firmly, with a slight hint of sensuality that I was hoping Mandi would notice as I massaged and caressed her entire foot. She moaned softly, her head now leaning back, and her eyes closed.

“Massage each toe for Mikey. That feels so good the way you’re doing this,” she cooed softly.

I then took each lovely toe and rubbed it between my fingers, and inserting a finger in between each toe, I softly moved in and out between them for her. She had the most lovely natural toes, so dainty and so lovely, her nail beds naturally pink, each toe nail perfectly shaped. My dick was now going nuts inside my shorts.

I repeated this love fest of massage and caressing with the other foot as well. Mandi was cooing softly then entire time.

“Ummmm, Mikey! Oooohhh yeeeeaahhhhh!! Ummm, feels so goooood, Mikey! Ummmmm!”

As I finished this foot, I then decided to make a bold move, hoping it didn’t blow up in my face, but I figured it was ‘win or go home’ at this point, as she had opened the door. So I did something that I had been wanting to do for a very long time to my little sister’s toes. I leaned over, and gently kissed each one, then put it into my mouth briefly before moving to the next one.

I was completely petrified at doing her pinky toe and the fourth toe like this, prepared for any kind of outrage, backlash, or anger and indignation that might spew forth from Mandi’s inner being. Holy fuck!! She moaned and cooed!

“Ooooohhhhh, Mikey!! Kiss each one for me, Mikey!! Ummmm, suck them all, just like that! Oooohhhh that feels so nice!! Do them all for me, Mikey! Suck all your baby sister’s toes for her!”

My sister was getting turned on by me massaging her toes, and then sucking and kissing them for her. My 14-year old, eighth grade sister was loving the moment of having her toes worshipped like this. So was I, and my dick was throbbing and pulsing. I could feel a wet spot of precum building in my boxers. My sister and I were in the throes of foot worship love.

After I had done all of Mandi’s toes with my mouth and tongue, she handed me a small rag that was near the sparkly box she had brought down with her. I suspected that this was definitely pre-meditated on her part, and her conversation with Chloe was further proof.

I wiped her foot clean of all the coconut oil, and dried her toes of all my saliva, and as I dried each of them, I gently kissed each toenail one more time very lovingly. When I was done, she looked at me and smiled, and said, “Mikey! That was so good, honey! I loved it! What made you decide to kiss and suck my toes after the foot massage?”

“You aren’t mad about that, I hope,” I said, now a bit tentative that post-taboo clarity had set in.

Mandi giggled and said, “No. Not at all, Mikey! I’m just curious, that’s all, because it was so fucking hot! I’ve never had that done to my toes before. The massage was great, as always, but that part with my toes! Goddamn!! So fantastic, on a lot of different levels!”

Looking at her, I told her, “Mandi, I have always found you so pretty, in fact, more than pretty. I find you gorgeous, even though your my junior high sister, I don’t care. I adore you, as I told you. And I want to make you feel special, and always make you feel good. You have a great soccer career ahead of you, and I am so proud of you, honey. You really enjoyed that? Well, so did I!”

Mandi smiled and said, “Mikey, you can do that anytime you want to me! Anytime! Chloe told me that you might end up with my toes in your mouth, and she was right! She said, ‘if Mikey puts your toes in his mouth, just go with it, Mandi. Trust me! The first time Charles sucked my toes, oh my god! I thought I never would stop climaxing!’ Mikey, next time you do that, make me climax.”

Holy fuck! My little sister had just asked me to get her off by sucking her toes for her! It was becoming very clear that her friend Chloe was extremely wise in the ways of taboo love. How wise would continue to shock and surprise me as time went on.

We decided to grab a bite for dinner, so I went in and cut a couple of slices of lasagna for us and brought them out to the living room. Mandi was still wrapped in her towel, her hair now fairly dry. She ran her fingers through it to work out some of the tangles.

After we ate, I asked Mandi, “Honey, do you want to go upstairs and put on a nightshirt or something? I mean, you’re still in your shower towel.”

Mandi smiled softly and said, “Only if you would rather me be in a night shirt instead. Does me being wrapped up in my shower towel, naked underneath it, bother my big brother?”

Her tone was that of sexy, inquisitive, and almost a dare. I told her, “No, I don’t mind. If you’re ok being in your towel, and naked underneath, in the room with me, I’m ok with it.”

She grinned and said, “That’s what I figured, Mikey. Besides, who knows, the towel might accidentally slip again like it did earlier. And that’s to your advantage, right?”

That little tart had flashed me her pussy on purpose earlier. Not that I was complaining, but she was becoming so good at keeping me hard, and had no clue that she was the subject of my numerous and frequent jerk sessions.

She then changed the subject, slightly. She looked at me and asked, “Mikey, do you like me with all this makeup and stuff? I mean, do you think it looks good on me? Because if you didn’t think so, you would tell me, right? I mean, I want to look good, and I want to look pretty, but I don’t want to look like some made up two-bit whore either. None of us girls on the team want that. So, what do you think? If I wasn’t your sister, would I be pretty enough for you to date?”

This threw me for a loop. Completely. My little sister was fucking gorgeous, without a doubt. But now she was actually asking me if I thought she was fucking gorgeous. That’s a whole different proposition.

So, I took the path of honesty and trust. I told her, “Mandi, honey. You are so gorgeous, and yes, the look you have created is beautiful. If you weren’t my sister, I would certainly date you.”

“Even though I’m only still in junior high, and you’re in high school? You’d still date me as an 8th grader? Really? So you would definitely date me if I was a ninth grader next year then, right?” she asked very firmly.

“Mandi, if you weren’t my sister, I would absolutely date you right now, and make you mine all the way through high school until you graduated. Any guy would a fool not to take you as their girl if they had the chance,” I said to her, with a very affectionate and loving tone.

She smiled, and said, “Thanks, Mikey! That’s what I was hoping you would tell me! And just for the record, I don’t want any boy to take me as his girl! I promise, when I get the right guy, you will be the first to know, Mikey!”

I said, “Great, honey.So, what’s all this talk about. Where are you going with all of this?”

“Oh, just curious, that’s all. But, since you do find me so gorgeous, I got a couple more things to ask you about,” she said.

I was really needing to go rub one out, but I didn’t want to give Mandi the brush off. It had been a few days since we had had the opportunity to spend some sibling time together, and she was keen to have the chance. After having finally been given the chance to suck and kiss her toes, I was happy to have made this time happen as well. But I did need to go jerk off soon.

“So what are you curious about, honey?” I asked her.

She said, “Well, you know that most of the girls on the team not only do their makeup, but they are all now starting to get their nails done too. I mean, we are in junior high, and our look is important to us. So, I wanted to ask your thoughts. What do you think about me getting my nails done? And should I go short, or medium length, and square, round, or almond?”

I giggled and told her, “Honey, I think you absolutely should start getting your nails done. Pretty nails look so good on pretty girls. Personally, I prefer a girl’s nails to be medium, maybe a slight almond shape, and polished.”

She laughed and said, “Mikey, of course you have to get them polished, silly! You don’t just go and get medium length, almond nails done and not get them polished. What’s your favorite nail polish color? If I were to get mine done, what color do you want them to be?”

“Mandi, why are you asking me what color, honey? Get whatever color polish you want them to be done. They will look gorgeous no matter what color, because you are gorgeous! But, I like a sheer pink, a sparkly pink, a nude pink, or bubble gum pink. Any of them with a super glossy top coat. Or a French manicure with a sheer pearl top coat is also pretty,” I told her.

“Take me tomorrow after practice to get them done for you?” she asked.

“Get them done for ME? No, get them done for YOU, honey.” I said.

“Uh uh! I want to get them done for YOU, Mikey! You are always doing things for me, so I want to do something for you. I asked Chloe about this, and she suggested that I do my nails and my toes for you in appreciation for everything you do for me all the time. She says guys love it when girls have their nails polished and their toes done. She said that she does hers especially just for her brother, and he absolutely loves it on her. He even does her toes for her sometimes too.” Mandi said.

“Deal, Mandi. If this will make you happy, honey, I’m glad to do it. And I think your nails and toes will be so so beautiful. So, after practice tomorrow, a mani/pedi appointment.” I confirmed with her, hoping to end our little talk so I could go jerk off thinking about her cute little ass.

“Nope. Just a mani tomorrow after school,” she said.

“You don’t want to get your pretty little toes polished as well, Mandi? I would love for you get them done for me,” I told her.

“Oh, I’m getting them polished for you, Mikey. But I want you to do them this time for me. Chloe said it’s a great way to bond a little bit as siblings. She told me she is positive that you will love doing my toes as much as Charles loves doing hers. Pleeeeaassseee, Mikey? Polish my toes for me? We have time. Mom is working late. Do them for me. You can pick your favorite color.”

What could I do? My gorgeous little sister was practically begging me to polish her toes for her, and I was finally getting the chance to encourage her to keep her toes and nails done for me. Deep down inside I was actually getting turned on at the thought of polishing Mandi’s toes for her. Especially wrapped up in that towel.

“Ok, honey. You’ve got yourself a deal, Mandi. I would love to do your toes for you, honestly. I’ve wanted to see you with polished toes for quite a while anyway. But you have to promise me something. From now on, your toes will always be flawlessly, perfectly polished, always. No chipping, no dulling, no gaps. Flawless, and always shiny. I’ll either do them for you every time, or I will pay for your pedicure. We polish them at least once a week, or if I want a different color on your toes, we get them done a different color whenever, ok? Same with your nails. Manicure once a week, every week. From now on. I pay for your manicures every week.” I told her, maximizing the chance to fulfill my desires, but also giving into her desires to please me as her older brother.

“You got it, Mikey! Anything for you! I love you, Mikey! Just promise me that you will always be there to take care of me and look after me. Just like you always have!” she said.

“Of course, Mandi! I love you very much. You are my little sister and I will never let anything happen to you. So, where’s your nail polish, honey? Let’s get those pretty little digits all polished and shiny!” I said, with a bit more excitement in my tone than a brother should probably have when giving his little sister her first pedicure. My dick was now throbbing even more.

Mandi went to the sofa, and opened her sparkly box, and there was an array of brand new bottles of nail polish, in an assortment of colors. She told me that she had bought them this afternoon on the way home from practice. Chloe had taken her to help pick out several different shades that she said guys really like to see on girls toes.

I looked inside, and pulled out a milky pink with a pearl shimmer undertone. I told Mandi, “This one will look really pretty on your toes, Mandi! Let’s go with it!”

She smiled and said, “Yay!! Mikey is going to give my toes a pedicure! Oooohhhh! I’m so excited. I’m wearing sandals tomorrow to show it off!”

“Mandi, I’m not sure you should be telling all the other girls that your older brother polishes your toes for you. They might think it’s a little weird, don’t you think?” I asked her as I started to apply the first coat to her luscious, previously always natural toenails. God, it was so fucking hot!

“Silly, lots of them have their brothers do their toes for them. They were surprised that I didn’t have you doing my toes. They were surprised that I didn’t get my toes done, or my nails done. Chloe was the main one to get it started, but Abby and Melanie, and Valerie all said it was ok. They said that it was one of the deepest acts of affection that a big brother can show their little sister. Polishing her toes is such a vulnerable thing. Valerie said that her daddy also does her toes for her.” Mandi told me as I continued to layer this gorgeous color on her toes.

“Well, just be discreet, that’s all. None of their brothers have said a word about doing their toes for them, so I don’t want any of them to be outed like that. That’s a private, special time, just like for us, right?” I looked up at her, and smiled.

She smiled back. Then she said, “I think that towel is getting in the way, Mikey. Hold on a minute.” She then shifted, and let the towel fall off of her. She said, “That’s better, right? Can you see better now, Mikey?”

I looked up, and her 14-year old cunt was staring at me from the sofa. Mandi was smiling, happily. She asked me again, “Can you see better now, Mikey? Is it easier to do my toes now?”

My dick was now obviously pitching a huge tent in my shorts, and there was no way to hide it. I gazed at Mandi’s gorgeously sweet, pink pussy for the first time, in all of its glory and magnificent splendor.

“I can see perfectly now, Mandi. And it’s just a gorgeous as your toes, if being honest. But Mandi, I’m not sure this is a good idea either, honey. Brothers aren’t supposed to see their little sisters’ pussies. I mean, not on purpose like this. Yours is definitely beautiful, but you’re my little sister.” I protested as she spread her legs a bit to give me a better view.

“Mikey, this is part of our special time together, right? And I know you’re sporting a big boner. I mean, I can see it through your shorts. Valerie told me you might get one when you started doing my toes tonight, and that if I really wanted to give you one, just show my pussy to you and let you get hard as a rock. She got her daddy hard like that the first time, and then her brother. And she already told me how to fix it for you. So did Chloe. Mikey, there’s a lot of things we talk about on our team. Just like boys do on their teams. So, let’s put that second coat on so I can take care of that boner you have,” Mandi said, now with a slight look of lust in her eyes.

My dick was now pulsing and throbbing, oozing precum as I continued to admire my 14-year old sibling’s beautiful bald pussy. I loving applied the final touches of the second coat to her toes, and then sat back. She flexed her toes up and down for me, showing the off. The light from the living room was reflecting off them, enhancing the shiny shimmer and highlighting the pearl effect underneath the milky pink. It was gorgeous!

“Take it out, Mikey. I’ve showed you mine, so take it out. I can’t fix it for you if you leave it in your shorts. Hurry. Mom’s going to be home in about an hour and we still need to clean up everything so she doesn’t have to do anything tonight,” Mandi implored me, licking her lips. Eighth grade girls aren’t supposed to lick their lips like that for any reason. Unless they are about to commit an act of incestuous taboo with another sibling or family member.

My cock sprang to life once freed from the confines of my shorts, a small pool of precum had accumulated inside my boxers. Mandi gazed at my tool with her lustful eyes, and said, “Mikey! That cock is gorgeous! It’s so hard! They were right! Are you going to shoot a big load of white stuff, Mikey?” she asked.

“I will, Mandi, and it’s going to be a pretty big load of white spunk, honey. You are the reason it will be so big. You are gorgeous, your pussy is beautiful, and your toes are divine with the freshly polished color on them. That’s enough to make your big brother cum lots and lots. But only if you want to do this, honey. I can fix it myself like I always do,” I told her softly. I didn’t want her to feel any pressure to do anything.

Mandi looked at me and said, “No way, Mikey. Again, you always take care of me, and protect me. You have always been there for me, and you are my biggest supporter. This is for you, from me. Check to see if my toes are dry, yet.”

I touched each of her freshly polished toes, and they were dry, nice and smooth. I told her they were all dry. She handed me another small rag she had by her box. It was now very clear that she had planned all of this out with the help of her apparently very experienced teammate Chloe, and a few others who were somewhat versed in the art of sibling taboo acts.

My mind was racing with excitement as I laid back, and Mandi put both feet over my hard cock. Too many times over a long time I had often hoped that Mandi would someday begin to polish her toes, and do her nails. Now at the age of 14, she had decided to do them, but not for her, but for me, her older brother, as way to show her affection and love to me. And now, after having jacked off to mental images of her for months, practically every night since she struck that first pose to show off her first bikini thong, thrusting her cute luscious ass out a bit further than necessary, I was now looking up at her bald pussy while she let me dick fuck her feet.

She cooed as she ran the soles of her feet up and down the shaft of my cock, making sure that the nails of each toe could always be seen by my gazing. She then took one foot and extended it to my mouth, putting her big toe into my mouth and letting me suck on it, simultaneously stroking my cock with her other foot, running her polished toes up and down it.

I was about to blow and wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. I looked up at Mandi, gave her a quick nod, and she took her toe out of my mouth, placing that foot on my dick with her other one, and began to rub my shaft faster and faster.

She took her hand, and placed it near her pussy, and opened up her cunt lips to show me her fuck tunnel. It was more of a slit than a tunnel, and was a very soft shade of pink. I was mesmerized at seeing my little sister’s pussy, and more aroused that she had shown it to me willingly, letting me gaze longingly at it.

I felt my load coming up out of my balls. I spewed rope after rope of sticky, thick, white goo all over Mandi’s soles, and she moved her toes over the head of my dick so they could capture the remaining spurts. She rubbed my cock with her toes, working my spunk in between each and every digit, allowing to glaze the freshly polished surfaces. My cum topcoat over the milky pink polish was a beautiful site to see.

Mandi cooed and ahhed as my cum continued to work its way in between her lovely toes. After several minutes, she asked me to clean her toes for her. I lovingly caressed each toe with the rag, cleaning every single drop of spunk from her entire foot. I kissed each toe as I finished cleaning it. When I had finished, I got back on the sofa, and Mandi leaned over to kiss me. This was the first time we had French-kissed, and it was so beautiful. We made out for several minutes, then decided we needed to clean up the living room and kitchen before our mom arrived.

When mom arrived, both of us were on the sofa, cuddling close together. Mandi had put on a nightshirt, and the cuddling was a way for us to continue with our make out session without arousing too much suspicion, as Mandi and I often cuddled close during scary movie night, so it was nothing new. Only the make out part was now going to be a regular part of our routine, without a doubt.

“Hey, Mom! We cleaned up everything for you. Go get a shower and get to bed. You’ve had a long day! Oh look! Mikey did my toes for me tonight! He’s taking me to get my nails done tomorrow! Are they pretty?” Mandi asked, as she flashed her polished toes so her mom could see them.

“They look fabulous, sweetie! You should have been getting your toes done before now, honey! And Mikey! You did a great job on Mandi’s toes! I think it’s so sweet when brothers pamper their little sisters. It shows such deep affection and love for each other. Don’t either of you ever lose that for each other, you hear me?” our mom said.

“No way, Mom. And it was fun! I love pampering Mandi. She deserves it, Mom! See you in the morning,” I told her.

“See you guys in the morning. And Mikey, maybe one of these days you can do Mommy’s toes for her? You toe polishing skills are on point, dear! Just whenever.” And she went upstairs to her room.

Mandi and I decided to head upstairs for bed as well. Mandi looked at me and said, “Come to my room for a minute before you get ready for bed.”

I went to her room through the bathroom entrance to see what she wanted.

She was in bed, and motioned for me to come sit on the edge of the bed.

She looked me and said, “First, I really enjoyed tonight! I mean, all of it! I want to enjoy lots of nights like that together. It felt right. It felt good. Can we do that, Mikey?”

I smiled at her, and told her, ‘Honey, we can do whatever you want. I enjoyed all of it as well.”

She then said, “And, now you don’t have to just jerk off thinking about me from now on. Just leave the night light on in the bathroom if you want to play. I’ll jerk you off, Mikey. With my pretty nails. Let me take care of that from now on, promise? I need to take care of you because you always take care of me. So, I can take care of you by keeping your needs satisfied, like Chloe and Valerie do for their brothers. Ask them, they’ll tell you what their 8th grade lovers do for them. I want to be your lover, Mikey.”

I smiled at her, and kissed her gently. “You got it, Mandi. But we might use a lot of night lights. I loved the way you made me cum, honey. And yes, you will be my lover, but we are going to take that a little bit slow. Let’s set a date for you to officially become my girl. How about on the night of your 15th birthday, mid-June?”

“Uh uh! I want to be your girl before then, Mikey. How about the last week of junior high, when all we have are final exams, and no soccer games?” Mandi countered.

“Ummm, nope. I don’t want anything to distract you from finals, little girl. Let me think…hmmm. Hey, I got it! Memorial Day weekend! You don’t have a tournament, school will out that Friday, and Mom always wants to go the lake house that weekend. We’ll tell mom we’re going to stay here because one of your friends is having an end of year graduation party for all the eighth grade girls on the team. She won’t let you stay by yourself, but if I offer to stay here, she’ll let you go to that party. So, get Chloe or Val to host a little get together that weekend, tell them I’ll help pay for stuff. We’ll go there for a while, then we’ll leave, and spend the rest of the long weekend here, most of it in my bed together.” I told her.

She squealed with excitement. “Yes! Mikey! That’s perfect! I know Chloe or Val will host the party for everyone. And it’s going to be a great time! And I will finally get to be your girl, Mikey! Ohhh, I want you to take my V-card so bad!! Mikey!! You do know that I posed like that on purpose, right? And all those other poses here and there? And the cute little bun hugger shorts? All for you, Mikey! And you can than Chloe and Val for every bit of it. I’ll tell you more later. Love you, big brother!” She kissed me on the lips.

I went back to my room now realizing that my adolescent lust for my little teenage sister was being reciprocated by her towards me in so many subtle ways, starting with that bikini thong incident.

Crawling into bed, I laid there for a while, and decided that I would try to rub out another one before going to sleep. For some reason, Mom’s words were burning in my head about “doing Mommy’s toes some night”. I hoped to be able to do just that pretty soon. As I said, mom was indeed a soccer MILF, and Mandi was going to soon enough be my little soccer slut.