You knew something was off when your brother in law invited you over to go on vacation with him and his friends for a week to that seaside resort in Florida. You still went because otherwise you'd have no vacation knowing your family situation.
Your brother in law, Dave, was a few years older than you but you still went along with his friends and had fun. Except he kept trying to get you to be his designated wingman, which you hated doing. You'd been there for a couple days and he was already trying to hook up with every female tourist at the resort and dragging you along with him.
You were at a bar outside when he mentioned his feet were getting sore and asked you if you could do him a favor. You were invited there in the first place so you couldn't really tell him no.
He lifted his legs up onto the stool next to you, resting his feet right in front of your face. You noticed they were barefoot and wet from the pool he had just came out of, his toes curling as he leaned back. You looked up at him and saw a smug smirk on his face, his hand reaching down to hold his beer.
You felt disgusted, not because you thought his feet were gross but because you realized he did this on purpose to bring you with him and show off to everyone that he could make his little brother do whatever he wanted. It didn't help that his feet were a little bit arched and shining too.
Dave took another sip of his beer, his smirk growing wider as he saw the look on your face. You sighed, reaching over and grabbing his ankle to keep him still as you took his foot into your hands. He chuckled, wiggling his toes in front of you.
You couldn't help yourself, taking a deep whiff of his feet. You could smell the chlorine and the sweat from the heat of the day, causing your mind to go blank. Dave just continued to grin, watching as you pressed your nose against his arch and inhaled. Only his friends noticed, nudging each other as you sniffed again and started to rub his foot with your hand.
You were too busy smelling his feet to notice his friends filming it, one of them even going so far as to put his foot in your lap and snap a photo. The flash made you jump, pulling away from Dave's foot. You were mortified when you saw his friends were taking pictures and videos, your face turning red. Dave was laughing his ass off, his other foot now resting on your lap.
"Dude, why'd you stop?" He said between chuckles, taking another swig of his drink. You looked around and saw everyone staring at you, some of the girls giggling and covering their mouths while the guys just snickered. "Keep going until we can head back." He added, wiggling his wet toes once again.
