Chapter 2

When I woke up the next morning Nicole was gone. I sat bolt upright in a mild panic. Where has she gone? Surely she didn’t run off in the middle of the night. Then I caught the smell of bacon wafting into the room. I threw on a shirt and headed down the hall.

When I got to the kitchen Nicole was at the stove, her butt peeking out from under the nightgown. She was humming softly to herself.

“Hey.”

She turned around, startled. “Oh good morning! I was just making breakfast.”

“Yeah I could smell it,” I said with a smile and sat down at the table.

She came over and poured me a glass of orange juice then she bent down and kissed my cheek before returning to the stove.

“Is this what it’s like to be married?” I asked.

She looked over her shoulder and answered, “just consider me your wife for the week.”

Wife. I liked the sound of that. All my dirty incestuous fantasies were coming true. I watched my wife’s big beautiful butt wiggle as she cooked.

“All done,” she declared as she sat two plates of bacon and eggs on the table. She sat down beside me and I put my hand on her bare leg.

“So what shall we do today, dear?” I asked with a smile.

“Well,” she started. “First we can cuddle. And then we can snuggle. And then maybe we can make out some more.”

“Sounds good to me.”

We ate our breakfast, chatting and laughing the whole time. Then we moved to the living room couch. I sat at one end and she sat at the other. She put her feet in my lap.

“Oh my god are you hard?”

I bit my lip.

“You are!” She exclaimed. “You’re hard as a rock!”

Then she noticed where her feet were and how close they were to my dick. I felt like I could see the lightbulb over her head.

“You’re a foot guy!”

I didn’t say anything.

“Matt it’s okay. Really. Tons of guys like feet. At least you’re not into watching girls poop or something nasty like that.”

I laughed.

“Yeah no poop play for me. But yeah, I do like feet ... especially yours.”

She smiled softly before saying, “I’m glad you like them. It means I get foot massages when ever I want, right?”

“Right,” I answered and started rubbing her feet.

“Ever played with a girl’s feet before?”

“Nope.”

“Not even Jenna’s?”

“Yeah but that doesn’t count.”

Jenna was my nine year old sister. I’d given her plenty of foot rubs and pedicures. And yeah she did have really really cute feet ... for a kid. But she had nothing on Nicole.

She stared at my cock and the little wet spot of precum forming on in my boxers.

“Wow you REALLY like my feet.”

“Don’t act like it’s the first time you’ve seen a boner.”

“True ... last night was.”

“Wait, for real?” I asked.

“Yes for real,” she answered. “Who else would have shown me their dick?”

I shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I figured Brian might have send you a dick pic of two”

Brian was one of our best friends. He’d had a crush on Nicole for as long as we could remember, but she was never interested in him. That didn’t stop him from asking her out and confessing his love for her every couple of years. But he was a good dude so they stayed friends.

“If he did do you think I’d still talk to him?”

“Good point,” I told her. “Yours are the first boobs I ever saw.”

“I thought Morgan showed you her boobs once.”

“Okay yeah she did,” I explained. “But we were eleven and she didn’t have anything to show.”

“She still doesn’t!” Laughed Nicole.

Morgan was our other best friend. She went to church with us so we’d all known each other our whole lives. Nicole and Morgan made a very interesting pair. Nicole was tall and very very chubby. Morgan was short and very very skinny. Still she was very very cute. Even with a flat chest and teeny tiny feet.

I looked at Nicole and realized I could see straight up her night gown to her fuzzy pussy.

“Hey um Nicole...”

“What?”

“I can see your, um...” I pointed at her crotch.

“My princess parts?”

“That’s what you call it?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “It’s better than pussy.”

“If you say so. But yeah. I can see it.”

“How about you can look, but don’t touch,” she said. “You are my husband after all.”

I smiled.

“And you are my wife ... so can I get a better look at my wife’s princess parts?”

She giggled and said, “okay.”

She pulled up her nightgown to her bellybutton. And she spread her legs a little. I saw it all. It was very hairy but I found that I actually liked it.

“Just ignore the fupa,” she said.

“The what?”

“This,” she said as she grabbed the fatty blob hanging down over pussy. “Fat upper pubic area.”

“Oh,” I replied. “I like it. It’s cute.”

“For real?”

“For real.”

She smiled with pride before asking if I wanted her to shave or not.

I told her, “I don’t know. Honestly it looks really good the way it is. But I guess shaved might be cute too.”

“You are too perfect!” she said. “You like my fat body. You like my big feet. You like my hairy princess parts. You even like my FUPA.”

“It’s because I love you.”

Oh shit. I dropped the L word. We weren’t even officially dating. And I just told her I loved her! She looked at me as I struggled to find the right thing to say.

“I mean I um well you know. What I mean to say is...”

“Matt,” she cut me off. “I love you too.”

“As a cousin?” I asked. “Or as a husband?”

“Both.”

“Awesome.”

She bust out laughing. “Awesome?! I tell you I love you and you say awesome?!”