Crush

I wake up to the sound of approaching footsteps, light hitting my face coming through a window. I look around and find that I’m back in a kitchen, one that I’ve seen multiple times. My heart sinks knowing I was in my aunts kitchen, only wondering which of the women that live in the house was approaching from the hall. My options were of course my aunt, she owned the house. For being in her forties, she still had a beauty about her left over from her younger years that matured. Then there was my oldest cousin, Rachel, the most responsible of the four. Honestly, she was overweight but she was still beautiful in her own right. The middle one was the rowdy one, Cynthia, always drinking and sleeping around with different guys. She kept her body in shape somehow though she was always eating. The youngest was the most shy, Emily, keeping to herself and content on staying in her room all day reading. All four of them were beautiful, having large breast, thick thighs and ass's you could loose your face in if you weren’t careful. Suddenly, my aunt walked into the question, answering my curiosity. I realized I hadn’t checked to see what I had turned into, looking around and finding I was in a clear container full of candy. I knew I was safe for the time being, my aunt diabetic and unable to eat regular candy unless her sugar was dangerously low. She reached into the fridge, her hand coming out with a bottle of water. Opening it, she took a swig, looking around the kitchen and letting out a sigh before walking back down the hall. It felt like it was hours later when I heard the front door open and slam, Cynthia walking into the kitchen and dropping her book bag on the floor and walking straight over to the jar containing me. I gulped as the jar shook around as she took off the top, her well manicured hand reaching in with her with the fingers splayed out to grab as much as she could. Her palm slams into me and the candy, her fingers digging deep beneath me and wrapping around her handful of candy before lifting skyward. Her pinky was barely hanging onto me, pressing me into her palm until I reach the lip of the container and dislodges me, sending bouncing and rolling across the kitchen. I hear her let out a sigh, looking around for a moment before giving up and walking over me to the hallway. Her soles sore overhead, her thunderous footsteps shaking the ground as they faded away. I lay there for a moment, the door opening softly and closing likewise. It was definitely Emily, her footsteps announcing her approach. Coming around the corner, I happily sigh. All three of them were in college, a private college at that that made them wear uniforms with skirts. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have a thing for **** but Emily was breathtaking. I mean, Cynthia was beautiful but girls with her attitude turned me off. Emily was kind and gentle, always willing to give you a smile if she knew you. She also had a curves in all of the right places keeping from being skinny but in no way was she fat. I watch as she approached, her bare feet slapping against the kitchen floor tile. Her foot sails overhead, the wrinkled texture making dirt cling to her skin. She walked over to the fruit bowl, grabbing an orange before turn on her heels and making her way back across the kitchen. I watch her approaching footsteps, my eyes wandering up her legs and getting a wonderful view up her skirt. Her foot didn’t sail overhead this time, pausing directly overhead before lowering. I watch as the dirty wrinkle sole approaches, kind of thankful this time as an object was short as memories come flooding back from my time as a dildo at the sex shop. I’m brought back to reality comes rushing back as her foot comes into contact with me, her weight already coming forward and unable to stop. I feel the strain of my body as it slowly starts to flatten out, my brittle shell coming apart as more of her weight comes down. The last thing I remember is the sole of her feet wrapping around my body before I explode into millions of pieces, Emily quickly bringing her foot up off the ground to wipe me off. She let out a sigh before grabbing the brome, sweeping up my scattered body before dumping my remains into the trash.