Foreword: Hello, fellow Degenerates. Welcome to Sister's First Sleepover. If you are of the lower eschelons of degeneracy, I expect you'll find a lot to enjoy in this tale. It's a slow build up, but I promise you it does ramp up. My aim is to make the story feel as believable as possible, whilst also descending into utterly delicious levels of domination and humiliation.
Chapter 1: The Makeup Game
Becca closed the front door and locked it; it felt strange holding her mom's house keys and being the one responsible to lock up. Mom had gone on a weekend vacation, leaving her and her sister Eliza, and her sister's best friend Tara, alone. They were all still in highschool, Becca in her senior year, but her parents trusted them. They always said she was so mature and well behaved, whilst she didn't feel like much of an adult, a weekend wouldn't be so bad.
She went straight to the kitchen and put her bookbag down, she'd spent a couple of hours after school in the library getting her homework done so she wouldn't have to worry about it over the weekend. She could hear girlish laughter from the other room, telling her that the others were home.
She had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Eliza was younger than her, but their relationship had always been rocky - at least from Becca's perspective. Eliza could be a bully, and was definitely a 'popular' girl, but as long as she got her way, she also had a way of making you feel cool being around her. Like her approval was some hard-won prize. Becca kind of hated that, and would sometimes spite her just to show she wasn't Queen Bee, but this weekend would be way more stressful if they ended up at each other's throats. She hoped Becca would be in a good mood, especially since Tara was here - acting up in front of your friends wasn't cool, was it?
Before she could grab some food, her sister's voice called out, "Becca, mom said the wifi is gonna be down all weekend!" Eliza sounded annoyed by the information, and Becca had to agree. She had promised her mom she would not go out this weekend, so as to not worry their parents about leaving the house unattended, and so she could keep an eye on her sister. Without the internet, what she thought would be an exciting amount of freedom seemed more like three days in solitary.
She didn't deem the information worth a response, and set about making some food before she retired to her bedroom. She looked at herself in the mirror as she changed from her school clothes into more comfortable attire. Her straight, blonde hair was tied back in a short ponytail, and she still had her glasses on her nose. Her family had been blessed with clear skin, and she had delicate facial features with a cute, upturned nose. As much as she'd never admit, her sister had once told her she looked like a sexy librarian and since then, she had found herself leaning into that aesthetic - she was kind of a bookworm anyway, and Eliza was no slouch when it came to looking good, so her advice came well regarded.
She slid off her clothes and pulled on a pair of grey leggings. She'd bought them a while back with the idea of getting into the gym, but she hadn't ever felt comfortable enough to go when she had no idea what to do.
Becca slumped on her bed, a little annoyed she had already finished her homework, and tried to occupy her quickly mounting boredom.
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What felt like an eternity trickled by as she tried to read a novel she had already finished twice before - had it only been an hour? It felt like ten! This weekend was gonna suck...
Then, a shout broke the monotony.
"Becca, come here!" Eliza's clear, girlish voice was cheerful and inviting; Becca closed the book and headed down to the living room, poking her head in.
The TV was off, Eliza and Tara had rearranged some furniture - the coffee table had been slid to the side against the wall and the futon was in front of the couch. It opened up the space, and there were makeup cases on the arm of the sofa.
On the couch sat the duo.
Eliza was grinning, beautiful white teeth on show (a little like a shark, Becca thought), and her long, straight brown hair was down. She had a faint tan, hazel eyes and a slender frame; her curves hadn't filled out like Becca’s or their mom’s but describing her as boyish would be an over exaggeration, she was already the same height as Becca - the elder sister secretly hoped Eliza would stay thin, it was a small victory for her self esteem that Becca had a more womanly shape. She wore grey sweatpants and a pink crop top, and sat with her legs crossed underneath her.
Tara sat beside her, a slight crook of a smile at the corner of her pouty, reddish-pink lips, as if amused by something. She was paler than Eliza, with long, wavy blonde hair that looked recently washed. Her piercing blue eyes were also on Becca. Whilst Becca was a girly girl, Tara was a volleyball player - she was taller than both of them, a lean torso on long, muscular legs. She was still wearing her volleyball shorts, sneakers and a dark blue vest.
She looked like she hadn't been long from practice.
Eliza leaned forward, eager to tell Becca something, "Will you help us with something?" Becca blinked, a little startled by the friendliness of the question.
"Sure?"
"Me and Tara want to try a makeup challenge we saw on Youtube." Becca stepped away from the doorframe she was half poking out from and came into the room. Makeup wasn't nearly as interesting to her as it was to Eliza, but every girl liked to feel pretty.
"But the catch is, we put it on with our feet."
Becca looked a little repulsed by the idea, but before she could shoot it down Eliza kept talking.
"I think it'll be hard, but Tara says she can do it better than I can." She looked at Tara as she said that, who shrugged in agreement.
"You might do makeup better, but it's gonna be about how well you can control your legs, and I'm better at that."
Becca pushed in at that point, finally seeing a pause where she wasn't interrupting them, "Why do I have to do it?"
Eliza turned back to Becca, "Well we thought we could do one side of your face each and you tell us which is better."
Becca felt her initial revulsion fade in her mind slightly as she followed the conversation, her arms folded across her chest as she tried to think of a way of refusing. She didn't like the idea, but it didn't seem like they were tricking her.
Tara leaned down and patted her hands against her shins, her tone shifted to assuage Becca's concerns. "Oh, don't worry, Becca. You're probably disgusted cause I had volleyball practice, don’t worry - we showered afterwards." And suddenly, Tara had switched it to Becca implying she was the issue here, and Becca felt her doubt get overwhelmed by the desire to not be seen as mean or rude.
Then the nail hit the coffin when Eliza dragged the futon in front of the couch and hit her with, "It's not like there's anything else to do. Whoever is the loser will make us all milkshakes."
Becca came forward then, not wanting to be a spoilsport and finding herself agreeing with them. She sat herself down on the futon and took off her reading glasses.
Eliza clapped with glee and unfolded her legs. The black fabric of her ankle socks concealed the sweat prints of her toes and heel - she peeled the socks off, feet finally for the first time since before school that morning. She wiggled her red-painted toes, airing them out a bit. Tara followed suit, kicking off both sneakers - when Becca turned to use the makeup wipes, Tara peeled off the socks she had worn during practice and tucked them into her shoes. Her toenails were blue, but the paint was slightly chipped.
Once Becca had wiped off her own light makeup, she was confronted with the talons she would be enduring for the foreseeable future.
She wrinkled her nose instinctively, though she could not smell much yet, and was for the first time forced to judge her sister and Tara's feet. Eliza had smooth, well proportioned feet - they were slightly paler than the rest of her, with short round toes and slightly darker pads on her soles. They looked a little ripe, but they didn’t look gross at all. Tara's looked a little more weatherworn than Eliza's; they were bigger than Becca’s and Eliza’s, her soles were meatier and her heel was a little scuffed from use. Her toes were slightly longer and less pudgie than Eliza’s.
Eliza was first, sitting in front of her on the sofa with the makeup at her side. "Okay, we'll do each step and swap over so we don't mess up each other's side too bad." Then she picked up the moisturizer and squirted a little on the ball of her foot - Becca thought it was her imagination but it looked like there was a bit of sock lint stuck to the foot before the blob of white face cream covered it.
She was suddenly alarmed, realizing what was about to happen - that the two girls planned to do all of it with their feet. Becca was about to protest when Eliza's leg came up and a warm, slightly damp teenage girl's foot pressed itself against her cheek. She recoiled away from the limb, and the two girls burst out in laughter at the reaction.
When the initial shock went away, Eliza held out a hand as if explaining the obvious, "C'mon, Becca, you're gonna have to stay still." There was a lingering sense of disgust, but she sat forward again and rested her palms on her knees - something to hold onto so she didn’t slap the foot away.
Eliza brought her foot up and began rubbing the ball of her foot in small circles on Becca’s cheek, the arch of her foot coming close to Becca's nose as she rotated to avoid poking her in the eye with her toes. Becca caught a whiff of the sweaty foot but didn't complain. The two girls began conversing.
"How is it?" Tara questioned, leaning in to watch the spectacle - much like the pair must've done when they themselves saw it for the first time.
Eliza brought her foot up and clumsily rubbed her foot against Becca's temple. "It's kind of hard!"
"What about for you, Becca?" The elder sister was pulling a face of mild disgust as she allowed her little sister to rub her foot against her face, feeling an initial desire to throw a snappy, 'that should be obvious!' out, but she held her tongue, they weren't being rude to her, she felt a little bad that she almost shouted at Tara for asking her something.
"It's... uhh..." Eliza brought her foot higher; she pressed her foot against the length of Becca's face. The heel of her foot was pressed beneath her nose, just in front of her lips. The arch came up across the length of her nose, filling her view with foot, and the ball rested against her forehead - a very thin layer of moisturizer being applied. She rotated her foot forty five degrees back and forth, rubbing the cream onto her side of the forehead and rubbing the heel and arch of her sweaty foot against her sister's nostrils.
Becca's sentence faltered as she endured what felt like being used as a sweat-rag; she wrinkled her nose beneath Eliza's sole, she wanted to breath through her mouth but her sister's heel was much too close for comfort. She was suddenly very well acquainted with what it felt like to have her sister's foot in her face, and what her sister's foot smelled like. There was a distant hint of what might have been strawberry lotion, but that was overwhelmed by the more vinegary scent of her foot sweat.
All she could think to reply, hoping conversation would detract from the scent, was "It's kinda smelly..." That was an understatement. Becca was becoming more certain her sister had forgotten to shower since getting in from school, but they had gotten in deep enough now that she figured she might as well endure the pungent girl stink.
The two younger girls burst out in a good natured laugh at that, Eliza nodding as if agreeing with the sentiment - but she wasn't the one smelling the foot! "Sorry about that, sis, think about it like getting a massage!"
She brought her foot away, hooking a hand under her knee as she huffed out a sigh of exertion. "It's kinda hard! My leg is tired already!" With a bit of maneuvering, she squirted a little bit of moisturizer on her big toe.
