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My night was very quiet, meaning I had a lot of time to smell Tiffany's sock. Her smell was by far the most addicting scent of the feet I had had access to so far. I stroked myself to cumming three or four times, using many of the tissues Ava kept on her bedside table, before I went to sleep, still smelling her sock.

My dreams were of feet. I don't recall any precise images, but the impression remained when I woke up rock hard, still smelling Tiff's sock. The sock, amazingly, was still one of the stinkiest I had encountered, even after a night of inhaling it. I realized just how impressive my sister's foot scent was.

I reluctantly separated from Tiffany's socks, deciding to leave them as a gift for Ava in her pillow case, I walked out into the common area. I witnessed as Ava and my mother conversed in the kitchen, already awake and cooking. When I walked up, I noticed that my mother was barefoot, and she had no nail polish. Her feet had a mature appeal to them. As I walked up, I hugged my mom good morning before reaching for my regularly scheduled cereal bowl. My mom seemed to slightly disapprove of my standard choice in breakfast, but I continued nonetheless.

The three of us carried out some small talk, and I went to sit down with my cereal. When I sat at my normal counter spot, I now had two pairs of feet to watch. Ava purposefully teased me, but I noticed that my mom also seemed to be showing her feet off subconsciously. I was deliberate in checking to see if she was watching when I checked out her feet, but I never saw her looking back.

At some point, my mom asked me the thing she was most curious about. "So.. are you dating anyone?"

Ava immediately blushed, and I smiled. "Yes. You're standing in the same room as my girlfriend right now." I said.

My mom seemed pretty thoroughly surprised by this, as the milk she was pouring in a measuring cup spilled over and landed right on Ava's feet on the floor. Quickly, I watched as my mom grabbed a towel from the oven's towel rack and kneeled on the floor before Ava. She slowly and deliberately, almost worshipfully, dried off Ava's feet, before rising back to her feet with a blush on her face. Ava similarly had a blush, and witnessing the dynamic I had to suppress a chuckle. It seemed my mom fell more on the Ava side of the spectrum than the Della side.

When I finished my breakfast, I dropped my bowl in the sink before going to the sitting area.

It was now that Tiff came out of my room with some crazy bed head and pajama pants on. She was rubbing her eyes, clearly still half asleep. In contrast, Della walked in from outside with almost the same timing, looking wide awake. Della clearly was getting back from a run, being the rare blend of fit goth.

Seeing everyone but one in the common area, I realized how long it had been since I'd seen Roxy. I decided to try and find her.

When I asked Ava if she had come back, the answer was a negative. While it wasn't rare for Roxy to be gone for extended periods, I was slightly worried. I decided to call her.