Housesitting And Masturbating

Back during the summer between freshman and sophomore year in high school, a buddy of mine and his family took a vacation for about a week to visit some family members, and they needed someone to come over to the house a couple times per day. You know, feed the cat and check the litter box, feed the fish, turn the lights on and off, etc. I told them I could go ahead and do it for them, and they said I could hang out there if I wanted to. It sounded good to me, as they were upper-middle class with a satellite dish and big screen, a pool table and always kept the house pretty cold. Plus, it gave me a chance to get away from my annoying younger sister for a while. They only lived about 5 minutes or so away by bike, so multiple trips weren't an issue. 

The first couple of days I went I didn't stay over very long, pretty much just doing the rounds, maybe watching a little tv and heading back home. The third day though, I got caught up looking at the pictures they had hanging up and sitting around. One of them that caught my attention, though, was sitting up on the mantle of his older sister, her boyfriend and I alike l assume a friend of his. I didn't know her all that well, other than that she was on the pom squad and, in turn, usually had her head up her own ass. You know the type. Why I was focused on the picture, however, was that they were holding her up kind of cradled with her arms behind their necks after a practice, I assume, because she had on a t-shirt and sweatpants with the school logo on them. Also...she was barefoot. To back up, I've had a thing for feet ever since I was a little kid. I would think it was kind of a naughty thing to pull off my socks when no one was around, and by the time I hit puberty my interest had turned into a full-blown foot fetish. Seeing that picture just sitting there in the open, laughing and showing off her bare soles to the camera, my cock had sprung up to its' full length in seconds. At first I was just running and squeezing it through my shorts, but almost like instinct, I pushed my waistband down to my knees without taking my eyes off the picture. Getting as close as I could with my face right there at her tan feet I started stroking. Mouth hanging open I stood on the fireplace hearth and quickly masturbated, and also luckily, the front blinds were closed so none of their neighbors could see what I was up to. I don't think I was at it for too long, but when I could feel my orgasm building I suddenly became very aware I didn't have anything to cum into. I had no time to run to the bathroom, and the way my pants were I would have probably fallen flat on my face anyway. I had no choice but to cup my hand and shoot my load into my palm. My legs shook as I came, the image of her forbidden feet burned into my mind. When I could I squirmed over to the bathroom and washed out all down the drain, and walking back I was like Sherlock Holmes with his magnifying glass looking for footprints, only I was making sure I hadn't dribbled any cum. Thankfully, the carpet stayed dry. 

That night when I went back I did the same thing, only that time I grabbed some toilet paper first and flushed the evidence. The next morning, on the other hand, I got a little bold and started snooping around, mainly in her bedroom. The room was a mess so I didn't have to worry too much about something being out of place, but I still wanted it to look basically like it was before they left. Opening her closet there was a pile of shoes on the floor, and towards the top was a pair of old, worn, furry white slippers. I picked one up and felt the inside, feeling the matted impression of her foot. Again, I was hard in an instant. Being a little more ambitious this time, I stripped down, standing naked in her bedroom. Getting on my knees I brought it to my nose, inhaling the scent of her sweaty feet. Taking hold of the other one, I rubbed the toe on the underside of my penis, shivering as the fuzzy material sent warm feelings all throughout my crotch. I sat back on my heels rubbing the slipper all over my cock, moaning into the other one as it was already feeling amazing without even stroking. I then got a new idea, standing up and sliding my toes into the slippers, now imagining her wearing nothing but them. I closed my eyes and stroked hard, picturing her walking around the house bare, not caring who saw her naked. I knew I was going to cum, so I scurried off to the bathroom and stood over the toilet, jerking my cock like it owed me money. When I came I squatted down, shooting a thick white load into the water, which made for a much easier cleanup than before. Even after milking it out, I could still feel a drop hanging from my head as I left the bathroom. Not feeling quite satisfied, I decided to act out my imagination, walking back downstairs naked, save for the furry slippers. Every step I took, my post-orgasm penis was flopping around, the head now feeling cold from the leaking cum cooling off quickly in the chilly house. After a few minutes of recovery I started masturbating again, looking at the picture featuring her feet for the third time. That evening when I went back I felt pretty wiped out, just doing the basics of what needed to be done before heading back home. The next morning, however...

When I went over I immediately stepped down at the door, doing the chores in the nude with a nice chub dangling between my legs. Once I was finished I ran back up the steps to her room, this time wanting to find out more. Looking back into the shoe pile I found a pair of flat, leather slide sandals that had a very worn footprint in each of the soles. Starting with smelling them, I then ran my tongue all over the impressions of her feet. Even though those sandals had me nice and hard, I needed more. Starting at her night stand, I dug around a little before finding a very basic looking vibrator. About 6 inches long and off-white, I turned it on and let it buzz in my hand. I slowly lowered it to my cock, letting it touch the head...it sent a chill up my back and my toes curled against the carpet. I sat back on her bed, thinking about how this vibrator has been all over and inside her wet pussy. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and lifted my feet in the air, sliding it up and down the underside of my shaft. I rocked back and forth, licking my lips and rubbing my balls with my other hand. Then without warning, I couldn't stop myself from cumming. I squeezed my cock with the vibrator still in my hand and stroked as ropes shot all over my belly. I laid there and whimpered as the vibrations continued to roll all through my cock and down to my anus. When I couldn't take it anymore I turned it off, laying there for a good 3 minutes converted in cum before getting up and going to clean myself off. I then put the vibrator back and thought I was finished, but then I noticed her camera sitting on her dresser. I debated for a minute but decided to go for it, turning it on and scrolling through the pictures. All I was seeing were shots from her senior year and the weekly games...but then...I found them. Suddenly there she was, posing on her bed completely nude. My cock shot up so fast I can't believe I didn't sprain it. Clicking over, there were more shots of different poses, then of her sucking and stroking a cock, presumably the boyfriends. I was already masturbating again when I clicked one more time and it showed a video with a blurry image. I hit play and it started with her boyfriend moving his hand away, after setting it up on her dresser. She was on the bed naked and he then climbed in with her, his cock hard as a telephone pole. With no hesitation she spread her legs and he crawled between them, guiding his pecker into her awaiting pussy. Locking his lips on hers he started thrusting in and out of her. I couldn't believe I was actually watching his sister fuck. She was moaning, her feet flexing and her toes curling as his balls slapped around between her legs. This went on for a couple minutes or so before he pulled out and jerked himself off the rest of the way onto her. After a few seconds he got up of the bed and went over to the camera, his cock right up front as he stopped the recording. I restarted it, regulating my stroking, wanting to cum at the same time he did. I got pretty close. Again, after cleaning up I made sure everything was back in its' place before walking away. 

Later on that afternoon my friend called me, saying they were actually heading home a day early and that I didn't need to come over to check on things. It's a good thing he called, because they might have walked in on me in the middle of my perverted business. 

I did go over a couple days later, as his parents invited me to dinner to thank me for looking after the house. I told them it was no big deal, but they insisted. I got over there a little early and we were in the living room watching tv when his sister walked in the door. She saw him and said "hey, have you been using my camera?" My heart nearly stopped. "No, I have my own. Why would I use your camera?" "I don't know, but the batteries were basically dead and they weren't that old. I had to buy more at the mall and it cost me a fortune." "I don't know what to tell you. Maybe you left it on or something." She huffed and went upstairs, averting a crisis, I guess. After while we sat at the table and she came back downstairs, now in a sweatshirt, really short shorts and those same slippers. I had to focus on NOT getting an erection this time. 

After that summer she went off to college and they didn't take any more vacations, so there wasn't any need for me to look after the house. I did, however, look at that picture on the mantle whenever I could and still have the memories of what I saw on that camera.