My Brother the Marine Player
by Dragonfeet

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My brother is one of those well built tan Asians-- black hair cut short, pretty tall, and muscular.  

I never noticed his feet before, that is, until he came back from his first years in the marines.  When he came back he was a changed MAN.  He had pictures of all the girls he met while he was away.

His awesome feet came to my attention when we picked him up from the bus station one evening and he had to sleep in my room for the weekend.  When I saw him at the bus station he was wearing a black polo shirt that gripped his body like a glove, defining the pecs and abs he got from military training, dark blue jeans that he always stapled to his shoes (his own style), and a pair of black shoes.  

We shared our courteous conversations on the car ride home, and he said that he was exhausted from the bus trip from San Diego.  When we got home, he greeted everyone and said that he was gonna turn in for the night.  I was already in my room playing with my playstation, lying on the floor right next to his bed.  

He came in and said he was gonna sleep so I should play quietly.  He sat right next to me on his bed and started unlacing his shoe.  This immediately caught my attention.  He had been wearing his shoes since earlier that morning and his feet sweat a lot.  He was weird in he would take off the shoe and sock on one foot before going on to the other.  I got my first chubby watching this.

He unlaced that black shoe and reached over and placed it under the foot of the bed.  He wiggled his toes in his sweat-drenched sock before reaching under the garter and sliding it off his foot.  He stuck the sock into the shoe already under the bed.  He wiped his barefoot on the rug and I could immediately smell his foot.  Those wiggling size 10 toes were inches from my face.  He flexed them and rubbed them a while before moving on to his other foot.  Right after he was completely barefoot, he got up and said he was going to the bathroom.  He left and closed the door behind him.  I had to sniff his shoes and socks... they were calling me.  

I pulled out one sock and squeezed it in my hand, feeling the heat and sweat from his foot.  I put my hand inside his shoe, also feeling the heat from his foot.  Then I inhaled through his sock and man did I love it... but he would come back soon so I put them back just as he left them and went back to playing, now intoxicated by his Asian feet.

When he came back he kneeled on the bed to set the clock so that his bare soles were exposed.  I loved my brother's feet.  I could see the rugged parts that could only come from marching in combat boots.  I couldn't help it... I grabbed one of his soles and chomped down on his big toe.  

He was startled but didn't really have a problem with it.  He just said that it was "dirty" trying to protect my health thinking I was just playing.  I stopped but from that moment I would play with his feet a lot...  As he slept in his pajama pants and no shirt, I would slip his blanket over exposing his feet and sniff his toes and soles all night.  

I can't believe he didn't notice...