A fetish, revealed.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, continuing to tease her ample chest.

He agreed, but didn’t say anything in favor of snapping pictures.

If the Chronicle System pushed her this far, what would she be like at the Soul Bonded rank?

Having her trust him so much felt amazing, but he didn’t want her to teeter over into blind devotion just because the System kept pumping up her feelings for him.

Don’t overthink things again. Just enjoy what the System has given you.

Speaking of, Jessie was ripe for another Mental Tendril. He hated the idea of tricking her into letting him touch or make love to her, but surely there was something...

An idea blossomed with the speed of a bullet.

Mental Tendril - Make Leon cum.

The idea was planted, but he wouldn't know for sure if it worked until this was all over.

“Since when did you trust me so much, anyways?”

“Well, sticking to the good boy rules in some of the situations I’ve put you in is a pretty big positive, but you really impressed me with how sweet you were this morning too.”

Leon tried to remember doing anything sweet to her after they’d woken up, but nothing sprang to mind. “Sweet? I don’t remember doing anything especially sweet...”

“Maybe you didn’t notice, but I was really scared when I first opened my eyes this morning. I woke up when you were messing with my clothes, and I’ve... woken up to that feeling too many times before. I was half asleep and forgot where I was. I thought he was back,” she said.

Woken up to...? Something awful was about to click into place, but then Jessie brought his hand down to the clasp of her skirt.

She continued, “And you’ll never understand how much I needed that. Opening my eyes and seeing you there, realizing that you’d covered me up instead of taking advantage of me... I never thought I’d feel that safe for the rest of my awful life. Not lowly, damaged little Jessie.”

Her faith thrilled him, but he couldn’t help but think back to what Ophelia said earlier.

I can’t be her whole world. Ophelia was right. It wouldn’t be fair to spirit her away and keep her all to myself. But she needs a home to return to, one that she can trust to always be there. I don’t care about all the rest, I just want to be that home for her.

“I could go on and on about how much I appreciate you, but I want to prove it. So... take my skirt off.”

The jaw dropping request brought his thoughts to a screeching halt.

“You don’t have to...”

Jessie shook her head. “I’m nervous as all get out that you won’t like what you see but... you’re the only boy I ever want looking at me.”

It was all the reassurance he needed. He moved down by her feet and slid the skirt down around her ankles. The normally mundane sound of denim scratching against nylon suddenly seemed like the sexiest thing a man could hope to hear.

The thick scent of her arousal permeated his nostrils. Enough pussy juice stained the crotch of her tights to prove she was enjoying this at least as much as she was scared of it.

His hands grasped her knees and spread her legs all the way open, frantically snapping pictures of her moist crotch.

Over time, her breathing became cotton candy gasps of pleasure as she continued playing with her chest.

“You made me like this on the hammock too,” she said, breaking the trance they were in.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself up to whisper in his ear, “The rain didn’t get me wet that night... but you did.”

“You’re such a naughty girl all the sudden, sis.”

“Don’t call me sis, you perverted freak,” Jessie gasped hotly in his ear, but her body language was at odds with her words.

“We’re already so far gone... we might as just revel in the taboo of it all, don’t you think? I’d be lying if I said the forbidden fruit angle has NOTHING to do with the attraction.”

“But, but... you’re going to make your little sister a dirty girl if you keep that up,” she said deviously.

Pre-cum slathered the head of your throbbing member. “If we end up in hell, this is totally worth it.”

“You’re so bad,” she whispered appreciatively.

“Lay on the bed for me, will you? I want to see how slappable your ass looks in these tights.”

“My ass? You already saw most of it yesterday. Aren’t you bored of it?” she asked, but laid facedown to display it for him. He wasted no time laying his hands on the sexiest part of her that he was allowed to touch.

“Those don’t feel like pictures, Mr. Photographer,” she said teasingly, and lifted her knees onto his lap. This resulted in her nylon clad feet resting on both of his shoulders. “Is that gross? I can move them if you want. This is just comfier for selfish old me.”

Now that he had such easy access to her succulent ass, he played with it like a child discovering a new toy while he responded, “Wanna know a secret? It might make you think I’m a weirdo.”

“I’m nearly fully naked on a bed with you and you’re playing my ass like bongo drums-“ He was in fact happily slapping her butt and watching it bounce around to the rhythm. “-so I doubt I’ll think it’s weird.”

“If it grosses you out, I’m reserving the right to keep enjoying your juicy booty. So the thing is... you may have developed a new fetish in me.”

Jessie turned her head uncomfortably so she could look at his face excitedly. “I did? Really? Little ol’ me?” She wiggled her ass under his hands. “Tell me, tell me! I wanna know!”

“Err... well...” He took his hands off her ass momentarily to stroke the feet on his shoulders. “You sort of gave me a... foot fetish?”

This was not what she’d expected him to say. She curled and uncurled her toes under his palms. “Huh? You mean... my feet turn you on? Like, sexually?”

“It didn’t start until I was around my barefoot little sister so much.”

“Hmmm... I mean, it doesn’t gross me out but- my boring feet really get you going? Is it like a smell thing or a getting stomped on by Jessie thing or...?”

“I don’t think so. I’ve never fantasized about that before. It’s just looking at them, touching them... putting my mouth on them sounds really hot too.”

Jessie twisted her ankles so that her soles were rubbing against his cheeks. “What about this?”

“I kinda like it.”

“Would you like it more if I didn’t have my tights on?”

“I'd like a lot of things more if you didn't have your tights on.”

Jessie fell silent and kept rubbing her feet on his face. His hands found their way back to her ass. Instead of slapping them, this time he ran his over her asscheeks appreciatively. Something felt off about how she felt in his hands...

“I’m just pretending,” she said.

“Pretending what?”

“To be confident and fun and sexy. I’m a nervous wreck right now.”

He scooted back and flipped her over so they could look at each other. “It’d kill me to stop right now, but I’ll do it for you.”

“I know you would, but I don’t want that. I just want you to know that I need my gentle protector for this next part.”

His lips covered hers to form a light kiss.

“Anytime,” he whispered when they broke it.

She fluttered her legs in her nervous way, causing her tits to flop around temptingly. “Okay, I’m about as ready as a terrified chipmunk. Take my tights off.”