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Brother Tommy had always been wary of his big sister Andrea ever since she started blossoming into womanhood. At 16, Andrea was already taller than him with a voluptuous figure that drew the eyes of every boy at school. Her long legs seemed to go on forever, usually encased in tight jeans or skirts that showed off her plump, juicy rump.

Tommy couldn't help but stare at Andrea's body, feeling confusing mix of lust and fear. He knew he shouldn't be lusting after his own sister, but Andrea was just so... sexy. Especially when she wore her high heeled wooden clog shoes to make her legs look even longer. Tommy would often find himself prone on the floor, looking up her skirt at those thick thighs as she towered over him.

One day, Tommy was sprawled on the living room floor playing video games when Andrea came home from school, her heavy footfalls announcing her arrival. As she reached the doorway, Tommy's controller slipped from his fingers.

"Oh no!" Tommy reached out but the controller sailed through the air... and landed right under Andrea's dangling feet. Andrea, not noticing the controller or her little brother in front of her, shifted her weight onto one foot as she began to remove her tight jeans.

Tommy sucked in a sharp breath as he craned his neck back to look up at his sister. Andrea's ass was like two perfect fleshy melons barely contained by her thin cotton panties. He watched, transfixed, as she peeled down her jeans real slow, her clog shoes never leaving her feet. Her panties rode up in the crack of her meaty cheeks.

Suddenly, Andrea applied more weight to her foot still on the controller... and let out a tiny "oof" as she felt something give under her sole. She glanced down in surprise as Tommy's eyes went wide.

Under the heel of Andrea's clog shoe, Tommy could see the controller now crushed flat as a pancake. Andrea started to lift her dripping wet foot up, but then didn't.

"Looks like you lost something there, baby bro," Andrea purred, looking down at Tommy through her long lashes. "I hope what I crushed wasn't too valuable to you..."

"I- uh, it's just a controller," Tommy stammered, his eyes glued to the spot of floor where his controller had been. Andrea rolled her eyes and said, "Suurrre it is. Well whatever, if you want it back you'll have to get it yourself."

Andrea shifted her weight fully onto her other foot, grinding her clog heel down HARD on top of the shattered controller, crushing it into the carpet fibers. Her panties were completely soaked through, darkening the thin fabric. Tommy watched, mouth agape, as his sister twisted her foot in a circle, utterly demolishing his controller.

"Oopsie," Andrea giggled, finally lifting her foot. The controller was now a mangled unrecognizable mess, some of the plastic shards driven into the bottom of her sole. "My bad! I guess you'll just have to buy a new one."

Tommy opened his mouth to protest but no words came out. His eyes were locked on the bits of his controller visible through Andrea's shoe treads. He knew he should be mad... but he was transfixed by his big sister's displayed dominance over him. He felt a confusing rush of fear and arousal.

"Uh thanks, I guess," was all he could manage to say. Andrea smirked down at him before finally peeling her clog off with a wet schlorp sound. She smirked at the bits of controller stuck to her sole and tossed the shoe aside.

"Sweaty feet are a real bitch after a long day," Andrea sighed, before her eyes fell on Tommy still prone on the floor. Her smirk widened into a wicked grin. She took a step forward, looming over her little brother.

"Well since you liked watching me crush things so much... why don't I give you a closer look?" Andrea purred as she slowly extended a bare foot out towards Tommy's face.