When I found those pictures on my step-brother’s phone, everything changed. Shock and disgust flooded me, but beneath it all was something else—curiosity. He had been obsessing over my feet in secret, stealing glimpses, hoarding images. I could have exposed him, humiliated him, but instead, I decided to make him a deal. If he deleted everything, I would give him exactly what he wanted. The real thing. No stolen photos, no hidden fantasies—just me, right in front of him. He agreed so quickly it was almost pathetic. I moved my foot towards him, watching his breath hitch, his eyes fixed on me like I was something divine. The second his lips touched my foot, I expected revulsion. But as he worshiped me, as his tongue traced every inch of my sole, I didn’t pull away. I let him indulge. And when it was over, I was left wondering—had I just fed his obsession, or had I awakened something dark in myself too?