Cousin’s Sock Control Smell Game

Author: quchenxi
Word count: 5815
I grew up with my cousin. When I was a child, my cousin liked to wear white socks, cotton socks or stockings, and then wore canvas shoes. She told me more than once that she was a canvas shoe lover. When we were young, my cousin would dangle her feet in front of my eyes jokingly, and then said with a smile: “I can control your thoughts with my feet.” When I was young, I didn’t know what temptation was, but I just thought it was fun. Sometimes I would accidentally grab her ankles, and then take off her canvas shoes to scratch the soles of her feet. Later, when I was in junior high school, my cousin came to my house to play, and I was the only one at home at that time. My cousin is wearing a white shirt and a yellow skirt. Although it is hot summer, my cousin is still wearing white socks and canvas shoes. My parents were not there at the time, so I sat next to my cousin and chatted with her. While chatting, my cousin suddenly said: “****, do you think my shoes look good?” I froze for a moment, looked at her white canvas shoes, and said with a smile: “They look pretty.” The cousin’s short white stockings were exposed, and the soles of her feet were already soaked in sweat. The cousin said again: “Help my sister wash her feet. I have been walking for a day and I am so tired.” I thought to myself, what happened to my sister today. But hot water was called quickly to wash my sister’s feet. It was the first time I touched my sister’s feet, which were very thin and tender. And the socks I took off were on the side, and the faint smell of sweat slowly entered my mind. At that time, I was surprised that my sister’s feet didn’t stink after sweating so much. Later, when I went to high school, because my sister was going to practice near our house for a while, she simply lived in my house. One weekend, my parents went out, and I managed to sleep in. Suddenly the bedroom door opened, and my sister ran in, sweating profusely. “You little slacker hasn’t gotten up yet. Sister, I’ve already gone out for a run and bought some breakfast. Get up quickly.” I turned over and said, “You eat first, I still want to sleep for a while.” Then suddenly I felt an object pressing up on me, just under me. I turned my head and saw that it was my sister, and I shouted, “Sister, what are you going to do?” My sister said, “Today I’m going to punish you, little slacker. Who told you not to get up, hee hee.” I said, “Sister, you bullied me.” Me?” My sister said: “Don’t speak, or I will take measures.” When I opened my mouth to speak, I suddenly felt something stuffed into my mouth. It turned out that my sister stuffed a pair of short white stockings that she had prepared to hide behind her back into my mouth. Judging from the smell, it should be a new pair. I whined, but my sister rode on my back all of a sudden, and then miraculously took out a few ropes, one wrapped around my neck, wrapped around my armpit a few times, tied my arms, and finally crossed my hands and tied them tightly. pain makes meshouted, but was blocked by ruthless stockings. At this moment, I had an idea and used my tongue to push out the stockings in my mouth, but my sister seemed to have planned it for a long time. The stockings I just spit out were immediately picked up again and stuffed into my mouth forcefully, and my sister strangled the extra rope on my mouth, so I couldn’t spit it out now. My sister smiled and said, “Fight with me, boy, and see how I torture you.” Then, she picked up the rope and tied my feet together, wrapping them more than 20 times from the ankle to the thigh. I was already tied up and couldn’t move, so I could only struggle. At this time, my sister turned me over, still riding on my stomach, and said with a smile: “Boy, I can’t move.” My eyes were full of hostility, and my sister said, “It seems that you are still not convinced, okay.” Then, my sister took off the canvas shoes on her feet, revealing the white cotton socks with flowers on her feet. It’s summer, I don’t understand why my sister still wears thick cotton socks in such hot weather. Just when I was wondering, my sister stretched out her feet and said: “Hee hee, don’t get up, let’s smell my feet.” I shook my head and resisted desperately, but my sister had already pressed the soles of her feet on my nostrils. Because my mouth was blocked, I could only breathe through my nose, but all I inhaled in this breath was the smell of my sister’s sweat. My sister has been running all morning, and her socks are soaked with sweat. At this moment, I can smell a little sour smell, but it is not very strong. After my sister let me smell it for five minutes, I gradually got used to the smell and stopped struggling so much. My sister smiled now: “It seems that you have fallen in love with my feet, okay.” Then, my sister took off the cotton socks on her feet, saw that I was desperately breathing fresh air at this time, she burst into a smile, and said: “Okay, enough smelling, let’s taste it.” After finishing speaking, I untied the rope on my mouth and took out the clean stockings in my mouth. The sour-smelling cotton socks were stuffed into my mouth little by little, and then my sister said: “Hee hee, are my sister’s socks delicious? You know, I purposely stuffed the tip of the sock into it for you to taste it.” Hearing this, I suddenly felt that the tip of the sock had reached my throat, and a stream of sweat had been squeezed into my throat. The salty taste made me cough a few times. My sister continued: “No, what do you do if you spit it out?” As she said that, she took off the long stockings on her legs, and wrapped them tightly around my mouth a few times, until a length of stockings protruded, which happened to be the tip of the stockings. My sister suddenly gave a smirk, and then put the tip of the stocking on my nostrils. Now all I breathed was the smell of my sister’s stockings, and the tip of the sock was particularly strong. Due to the seal of the canvas shoes and cotton socks, the smell of the tip of the stocking was particularly strong, and the smell of sour feet and sweat directly entered my nasal cavity. I was whining desperately, and suddenly I had an idea and started to breathe through my mouth. Although there are cotton socks and stockings wrapped around, breathing through the mouth can reduce the entry of odor. After a while, my sister discovered my cleverness and said, “Okay, you didn’t even smell it, well, look at me.” After finishing speaking, my sister got up and took a circle of glueWith a hee hee, I stuck the tape on my mouth and wrapped it around. Now I can’t breathe through my mouth at all, I can only breathe through my nostrils. My sister smiled and listened to the sound of my socks and the way I struggled. twenty