I am 30 and my brother is 25.
I moved in with my brother a almost a year ago so I could save money for a house.

One day, I was snooping around on his computer and found a bunch of f********** sites on his history.

I didn’t think much about it until a couple of weeks later when I ran into his ex-girlfriend at a club. We started chanting and I told her about the websites. She started telling me all sorts of stories about his love of women’s feet, legs and butts.
A few weeks after that, my brother and I went to a club and I spent the night dancing and drinking.
After the cab dropped us off, I took off my high heel shoes and went to the bathroom in my room to pee. My door was slightly ajar and I could see a bit into my bed room from the a mirror. I was sitting there peeing up a storm when I saw my brother sneaking into my room and sniffing my high heels.

I was so surprised I couldn’t even laugh. Part of me was REALLY grossed out.
The other part of me thought it was hilarious.

After I got out of the bathroom, I changed into some shorts and an old tee-shirt.
I went into our living room. He was sitting on the couch watching TV when I told him I was going to cook up some pasta. He asked me if I could make extra for him.
I made a joke about that it would cost him.
After dinner we were both sitting on the couch, My feet hurt from dancing in heels so I was rubbing them. I noticed that he was watching me out of the corner of his eye. I spontaneously said that he had to massage my feet to pay me back for the food.
I was not really thinking and didn’t thing he would do it anyway.

I did find it funny that I could tell that he was trying to be non-nonchalant about it when he said “yeah, whatever”.
Again, without thinking about it, I put my feet on his lap and he started to rub them.
I was really grossed out at first but just acted like it was no big deal since I was the one that started the whole thing.

After about a minute, not only did I stop being grossed out by it, I was actually enjoying it. He was awesome at massaging my feet!

I passed out after a few minutes. I “sort off” woke up a bit later to my brother rubbing my feet against his p**** while he massaged them.
I didn’t know what to do.
My first instinct was to kick him in that nads and run into my room.
I just sort of froze and didn’t do anything. I pretended to still be passed out.
I REALLY wanted to throw up.
After a bit I just decided that this whole thing was my fault anyway. I was resigned to the consequences.
After that I put it out of my mind.
Another few weeks went by, my brother and I went to a club again.
Results – same.
On the third instance, I ask him to massage my feet AND calves.
He is so good at it that the ‘gross’ part is almost forgotten.

You can guess where this is heading….
I pretended that I did not know my brother has a foot/leg fetish. I pretended to pass out so my brother can proceed to get off.

After about the tenth time we did this. I started to openly use my feet to ‘stimulate’ him.
Now we are at the point when he licks my feet and a** and jacks off on my b***.
We now sleep together in ‘our’ bedroom and he fingers my a** until he falls asleep.
Although he is the one getting off, I feel like I am taking advantage of him.
I know that if he asked me for anything else (blow jobs, i**********, a*** ect.) I would do it.
If we are in a place where no one knows us, We make make out openly.

I am not attracted to my brother in anyway s*******,
I just tolerate it for the massages.