Aunt Lily.pdf

Aunt Lily had a secret: She had a crush fetish. The feeling of her high heels sinking into flesh made her weak in the knees. She would often imagine stepping on her crush's toes, feeling him squirm beneath her feet.

One sunny afternoon, Lily was lounging in her backyard, resting her feet on a stone bench. She had on her favorite 5-inch stilettos, the black patent leather glimmering in the sun. Her crush, Cousin Tim, walked out into the yard. Lily perked up, heart fluttering, as Tim approached her.

Just then, Tim suddenly yelped in pain and leapt back, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Ow! Something bit me!"

Lily peered over and gasped. Two large green frogs were hopping away from where Tim had been standing. Her eyes widened as she realized what had happened. Poor Tim had accidentally stepped on the frogs with his bare feet!

Tim was still hopping on one foot, cradling the other. "Aunt Lily, is there anything I can do? My foot really hurts!"

Lily gulped, a wicked idea forming in her mind. "Well, I suppose I could rub your foot with mine...take some of the pressure off..."

Tim looked at her uncertainly but nodded. "Thanks Aunt Lily."

Heart racing, Lily scooted over and placed her feet on top of Tim's. She ground her heels into his skin experimentally. Tim let out a gasp but didn't pull away. Emboldened, Lily continued rubbing, relishing the feeling of his flesh yielding beneath her shoes.

The frogs forgotten, Tim stared at Lily in wonder as she massaged his feet with her high heels, the pain replaced by a strange new sensation. He couldn't believe how good her feet felt on his. And Lily? She looked like the cat who got the cream, a cat-that-got-the-cream smile playing on her lips.

Poor frogs, they had no idea the serious kink they'd just unlocked in Lily's crush. And for Tim, he'd never look at his aunt's high heels the same way again...