Welcome to another installment of what I’m calling from now on the Anthology Beta Chronicles (ABCs). The ABCs is meant to produce an alternative to the often unrealistic and over-fetishized fantasies found in memes and stories. I have had the privilege of attending large schools for middle school, high school, college, and graduate school. Additionally, a few beta/simp/foot fetish opportunities arose in various workplaces. At some point, I decided to embrace my beta status and live out my desires. While they have not always been positive or fulfilling, I find the sacrifices to be worth it. I hope you can appreciate me sharing past experiences for the internet to enjoy and I am happy to engage with others if you’re interested in getting to know me a little better.
This installment is about my sister (there is no incest) and her knowing about my foot fetish and being a simp.
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(23M) Anthology Beta Chronicles (ABCs) | My sister knows I have a foot fetish and I’m a simp
As I have mentioned on Reddit before, my sister knows about my foot fetish and being a simp. Thought I would share some stuff about that. She’s a few years older than me. Way out of anyone’s league and she got all the cute genes in the family. She’s always been in shape and has always cared about how nice her feet look.
I would say my sister first discovered my foot fetish when I was in third grade. It was on a Saturday morning. Often times, I would go into the closet in the hallway when you walked into our house and sneak a pair of my sister’s or mom‘s shoes. I really liked to sniff them and feel them and I occasionally licked/kissed them. A few times, I would even put them on but this was rare and something I dropped quickly. I would go back and put them where I found them while everyone else was sleeping. Well, there was one day I forgot to put them back because I fell asleep with my sisters converse in my face. That Saturday morning, my sister walked into my room and was livid. I remember freaking out and making up some stupid excuse but it was so weak and dumb I don’t even remember what I said. I asked my sister recently and she didn’t remember either.
Anyways, she said she wouldn’t tell mom and dad. I thought I had to tell her the truth. So admittedly, I was so young that I didn’t know what the word fetish was. And neither did my sister. But I said that I found feet attractive and I like to look at them. My sister asked if I thought her feet were pretty and I remember being uncertain and scared and not giving a straight answer. My sister demanded one or said I would be grounded and I said yes. She said not to do it again because that would make me a freak and then if I did she would tell our parents and I swore I wouldn’t do it again.
And to be honest, I kept my word. Sometimes my sister would ask what color her pedicure should be as she was painting her toes. Two or three times she did this when a friend was staying the night and they would do it together. She would teasingly offered to let me paint her toenails but I only said yes twice and then she told me no. So unfortunately, I don’t have any of those stories. I think that was her just playing with me. She would at times have me tie her shoes for her in public. My mom would say I was a gentleman but my sister knew the truth. Though I didn’t want to the first few dozen times, I eventually accepted it and even if she asked me today I would do it without complaint.
There were moments in middle and high school where she would have any carry her books at school and every day I would carry her books home from school the year we were in middle school together. One of the most embarrassing moments of my life was when my sister handed me her books before we walked outside the school and she joked to my friends that I was her “slave”. I was so red in the face as her friends all laughed. The only thing I could do was look down. If I was lucky, there would be some pretty feet to look at. And deep down, I think my sister knew that. Anyways, sometimes she would sarcastically call me her slave after that I knew I resigned myself and wouldn’t fight back. It wasn’t anything beyond that at school but when you’re in sixth grade, that can have a profound impact on you.
That was only one time when my sister actually use me for something more. I believe I was in seventh or eighth grade. She was in early high school. Both of our parents were working and she had a friend over and they watched TV in our living room. I was at the kitchen table doing homework. Her friend was really cute. I know my sister had suspicions that I thought she was really cute. While her friend went to the bathroom, my sister called me over to her and said she would pay me $5 if I would be her footstool for her and her friend. I told her no and that I had homework to do. She said I could do the homework on the ground. I said I was too scared and she told me “her feet will be touching you” with a grin on her face.
Well I couldn’t think straight. As a boy, I thought that would really impress this older girl. So I told my sister yes. So I went back to the kitchen table as if nothing happened and picked some other homework to do (reading from an assigned book- I think it was Our Town). A few minutes after her friend got back, I heard the two giggling and my sister called my name. I shouted “What????!!!” and my sister replied “That’s no way to talk to two hot high school girls, now is it?” I got up and walked in front of the two of them and said “That’s how I talk to my sister” sarcastically. My sister said “Well I’m going to treat you like my little brother. Get down and be our footstool.” And I obediently obliged. I knelt down on all fours and I had my head closer to her friend’s feet. And though I wish I could’ve seen her feet, she kept her socks on. After insistence from my sister, she put her feet on my back. I had to be their footstool for at least half an hour. I patiently kept still and read my book as they watched TV. At some point, my sister took her feet off my back and said to scram because they had girl talk to do. I went back to my room and didn’t attempt to eavesdrop. Her friend never mentioned it again. I also was never paid that five dollars. I think I got everything I wanted from that time as their footstool that I couldn’t put a price on it.
Over the years, I can say she has been broadly supportive of my submissiveness and my foot fetish. Sometimes she’ll ask my opinion of shoes she’s planning on wearing. She doesn’t know I wear panties and I’ve never thought of sniffing/stealing a pair of hers. She also doesn’t know about my chastity fetish but she does know about my small penis (not really an erotic story to tell or anything lol). She is an older sister I love and respect and means the world for me. I don’t really think about her feet anymore.
I vaguely talked to her in preparation for this story. I didn’t come out and tell her that I make these posts on Reddit but I tried to get her feel for some things. She told me that she was upset about the shoes but looking back on it she thinks it’s kind of cute. She said it in a very condescending tone. I know she sees me as a sweet little boy. Not one that can do no wrong, what kind of the opposite: a little boy who needs guidance with everything or else I’m constantly messing up. She says it’s definitely who I am and says that she jokes but she’s also serious that I need to be with a woman who is dominant and embraces my submissiveness. I’ve never talk to her about being a cuck or being a slave to a woman. I don’t have that kinky relationship with my sister and frankly it kind of grosses me out that I would.
Anyways, I’m sure a number of my fellow betas were (or are) rubbing themself to my sister and that’s okay lol. She really is a queen that deserve to be respected and please don’t ask me to do anything weird with her because it’s not going to happen. Looking back, sometimes I was afraid of being my sister‘s slave or boy toy or whatever you want call it. However, I regret not doing it more. In a way, there is a childish innocence to serving her that doing it today would be perverted and kinky both because of our ages and what we’ve been exposed to on the Internet. However, I cherish every moment of something I did for my sister that made her say “good boy”.
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I hope you enjoyed this experience of mine. New long-form stories every 25 followers I get so the quicker, the sooner. Please follow, share, comment, and feel free to DM me if you want to chat. After 25 new follows, the next installment of ABCs is the follow up to my Sophomore Simp Story and then 25 follows after that, it’s the first time I simped for a girl (I swear its not one to miss). Thanks!!