Ticklish Mistle-Toes

"Macy!" a woman's voice yelled from the other side of her door.

Macy sighed with a brief eye roll as she finished off her makeup with a touch of lip gloss. She gave her shoulder-length brown hair a quick toss and watched as the curls sprang back into place. She wasn't exactly feeling enthusiastic about staying in a cabin under the current circumstances, but she had promised her mother that she would use her week of vacation from work to drive up to the mountains and spend the holidays with the family. What she did not know when she agreed to it was that they would be splitting the cost of a large cabin with three other families.

She couldn't complain too much. The cabin was absolutely gorgeous, and the scenery from the exterior decks was breathtaking, especially since it had snowed several times over the past few days. The cabin was four stories, though the top floor wasn't much more than a huge loft. As such, it had been taken by the smallest family. Every other floor had multiple bathrooms and bedrooms, a kitchen, a small recreation room, a huge living area with a magnificent fireplace, and a hot tub to seat six out on the deck.

"Macy!!" the voice yelled again.

"Jesus, Mom... would you chill?" she sighed as she closed up her travel makeup kit and put on a silver necklace with a Celtic knot pendant dangling on the end of it. Taking her time, she straightened her top, which was a high end, stylish dark green blouse with a low neck, and she smoothed out her black skirt, which was several inches shy of her knees. Suddenly, there was a rapid knock at her door.

"Are you okay in there?" her mom called.

"I'm fine, " she growled as she realized how untanned her legs were.

"Please hurry it up, dear!"

"It'd go faster if you'd leave me alone for five seconds!" she threw out her hands in frustration. Things went quiet on the other side of her door, though she could still hear a half dozen voices laughing and conversing out in the living area.

"My legs are glow-in-the-dark pale, " she sighed and snatched a pair of black nylons out of one of her suitcases. Plopping down on the bed, she bent her knees and slid them carefully over her toenails which were festively painted red and green by alternating nail. She shivered a bit as the material rubbed across her overly sensitive feet and quickly pulled them taut so they wouldn't sag or bunch anywhere visible. Jumping up, she snugged them up quickly to her waistline under skirt, grunting uncomfortably the whole time. She loved how they felt on her legs and feet, but they were horrendously uncomfortable from the thigh upward.

"Macy Marie!" her mother's voice yelled from the other side as Macy readjusted her skirt.

"Oh, for god's sake, " she groaned. "Mother! I will be out in a bit!"

"Honey, we are running late!" the voice called. "We should have left five minutes ago!"

"Mom, just go without me!" she yelled back. "I am tired after the drive, anyway, and I don't feel like running around for four hours in the crowds looking at Christmas lights right now!"

"Sweetie, are you sure?" her mother pressed.

"Incredibly, " she sat on the bed and flopped backward again. "Please... just go. We have a whole week to do things together."

"Alright, " her mother answered. "We'll be back around midnight. If you get hungry, the list for the places that deliver here is on the fridge!"

"Okay – love you, bye, " Macy answered quickly as she flailed her arms out onto the bed and sighed deeply. It was for the best, as she was really not in the mood to go out into the frigid cold and walk the streets of Gatlinburg, TN after driving hours to get there on the first day of her so-called vacation. It wasn't that she disliked being around her family. She loved them all dearly. She just hadn't had anytime off in a year, and she wished she could have had a vacation to herself with her precious earned time.

She kicked her legs into the air to stretch her lower back, which was uncomfortably stiff after the four-hour car drive. Her lean core muscles flexed as she held her legs straight and pointed her feet and toes together toward the ceiling. Staring at her feet, she gave her toes a little wiggle and flexed them around. She always thought her legs looked much better in nylons, especially when they were pale from not getting any sunshine during the winter. She was surprised at how slim and cute they made her feet look, though. She had very high arches, and her ankles looked surprisingly sexy to her.

"Wow... that's actually hot, " she muttered with a grin as she waved to the ceiling fan with her toes. As her stomach muscles remained flexed, holding her in position, there was a small grumble from within the hardened muscles. She had not eaten all day with the exception of a bowl of cereal that morning.

"Maybe I should go check out that list of delivery places, " she groaned as she dropped her legs down and placed her hands over her growling stomach. Jumping into some fuzzy house slippers, she opened the door to the hallway and peaked around. There was still a lot of activity going on throughout the house, as the various families they were staying with were exploring the cabin. She only knew a few of them more than casually, but from the best she could remember, they were all nice people and family friends.

The Bufords were a family of four, and they were the ones staying in the upstairs loft. They were composed of a married couple in their mid-forties with two twin daughters that had just started college. Cringing at the thought of how expensive that must be, Macy could understand why they would want to share the cost of the cabin. Her father worked with the husband of their family in the sales division of a large online corporation.

The Yang's were a bustling family of six. Her mother worked with Mrs. Yang at the same hospital. While her mom's position was more of an administrative one, Mrs. Yang was actually a general surgeon and a brilliant woman. Mr. and Mrs. Yang had three children, all in their teens and younger, and adopted child that was just a toddler. Once again, even though they had a solid household income, she could see why they'd want to split some costs with that many mouths to feed. They had settled in on the floor beneath the one her family had taken, which was at the driveway level and was the top normal floor of the cabin.

The Hendons were a very sweet couple that lived next door to her parents and often hosted them for dinner and barbecues. They settled in on the very bottom floor of the cabin. She had met their whole family many, many times and was actually quite fond of them all. They came with Mrs. Hendon's mother, who was an adorable little old lady who loved to drink and was an amazing cook. They also came with Mr. Hendon's niece, who was living with them while she went to college. She and Macy were both twenty-five years old. They had several things in common, and they were very friendly toward each other and usually ended up hanging out together when their families socialized.

All in all, Macy still felt a little out place. She was there with her parents, her older sister, and her sister's baby. She wasn't quite as involved with the family as she could have been, so sharing the cabin with them and so many others in a somewhat intimate fashion wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world for her. Still – everything was beautiful and festive, there was a pre-decorated tree, and she was determined to try to make the best of it.

"Hi, Macy, " Mr. Hendon's niece emerged from the staircase in the corner of the kitchen that actually connected every floor. She had a big smile on her face, and was dressed warmly in a corny Christmas sweater, a pair of jeans, and a pair of red and green fleece socks.

"Hey, Heather!" Macy smiled. "Oh, my god. That sweater is awesome."

"Yeah, who doesn't want to walk around with a reindeer's ass cheeks covering their boobs?" she muttered. "It was a gift from Aunt Katie's mom, so I had no choice."

"Awe, " Macy laughed. "That little old lady is an angel. You gotta' love her."

"Oh, I do..." she snickered. "But this was clearly a drunken Amazon purchase."

"Did she get you those socks, too?" Macy glanced down, curiosity making the back of brain itch. She found herself wondering what Heather's feet looked like inside of those socks. She shook her head to clear the thought.

"Actually, yes, " Heather laughed. "They are okay, but they are so hot."

"Well, take em' off, " Macy put the thought out passively as she walked into the kitchen.

"I wish I could, but I hate getting my feet dirty, " she shivered at the thought. Macy look at her a little strangely but grinned.

"If you say so, " she shrugged and pulled the list of restaurants off of the magnetic clip on the refrigerator.

"It's a thing, " she shook her head as she walked over to look at the list with her. "I'm so weird about my feet."

"How is that?" Macy asked casually as she studied the list, trying to show only a small interest in the conversation.

"I don't know, " Heather shrugged. "I am just weird about keeping them clean and perfect."

"Really?" Macy's face started blushing for reasons she did not understand.

"Yeah, " she laughed. "I know it probably sounds ridiculous. I just get very uncomfortable if I feel like my feet are ugly or dirty."

"You want some Italian delivery?" Macy offered. "It will probably taste like wet cardboard."

"Who can say no to wet cardboard?" she nodded in approval. "They got spaghetti and meatballs?"

"For two, " Macy grinned as she pulled up the website on her phone. "So, why do you think you are obsessed with clean feet? I don't mean to harp on it. I am just curious. You trying to impress someone?"

"I do it for me, I guess, " she laughed. "There is no one in my life to impress. Still... if someone did notice them, then that'd be a plus, right?"

"Sure, " Macy shrugged. "Some people like that kind of thing."

"Speaking of, " Heather pointed downward at Macy's nylon clad toes poking out of her slippers, "I love the red and green. That's quite festive! Very cute."

"Thanks, " Macy's cheeks turned bright red again as she focused on her phone to distract herself from her embarrassment. "I was going to go out with my family, but I was moving too slow and they left without me. I guess I am a bit overdressed for lounging around the cabin."

"You can never be too overdressed for anything, " Heather smiled and peeked in the fridge. "Besides, nylons always look good in my opinion."

"They are kind of hot, right?" Macy joked nervously as she put her payment information in on the order.

"Definitely!" Heather chuckled. "Mind if I grab a bottle of water?"

"Help yourself, " Macy nodded as she walked into the living area and plopped down on the huge, cushy couch. She found two remotes on the end table next to her, one of which was for the television and surround sound. The other seemed to be for the fireplace. It was already dark outside, and there was a hint of a chill in the air, so she turned it on and watched the LED flames jump to life as the heater kicked on and pumped a cozy, warm air into the room. She propped her feet up on a small footstool and leaned back into the couch.

"Oooh, nice!" Heather smiled broadly as she walked over to the couch and tossed her a bottle of water. "I wish I had one of those in my house."

"Thanks. It's really pretty, isn't it?" Macy stared with wide eyes. "Probably costs a fortune."

"Is it okay if I hang out up here until the food comes?" Heather asked a little timidly. "My family all went to sleep already because they had a late night."

"You can hang out up here all you want, " Macy shrugged. "It doesn't bother me. I want to relax on this vacation. My family all want to run around town all day. I am hoping to stay in the cabin as much as possible, honestly, but this floor will probably be pretty quiet. I don't care if you sleep out here, honestly. This place is huge. You won't be hurting anyone."

"Cool, thanks!" she replied and jumped onto the couch. She made herself right at home and stretched out, putting her holiday socks right up next to Macy as she snuggled into the cushions and propped her head up on a pillow.

Macy swallowed hard when she saw Macy's feet slide right next to her, and she opened the water and guzzled it nervously. Heather wiggled her way further into the cushions and rubbed her fleecy socks together. Macy fumbled for the television remote and put it on the Hallmark channel, settling on the first Christmas movie that came on the screen.

"Why am I so nervous right now?" she thought to herself as her mind reeled in confusion. "Am I seriously...? Oh, god. Why am I suddenly getting so turned on?"

"Corny Christmas movies?" Heather clapped. "Yay. I love them. Don't tell anyone."

"Your secret is safe with me, " Macy shifted awkwardly with a weird laugh as her eyes cut down toward the socks.

"Oh, my bad, " Heather slid her feet back a little. "I just threw my feet right in your face like I owned the place. Sorry."

"Oh, you're good, " Macy patted the couch quickly, wanting her to come back. "Go ahead and stretch out. I already told you, I dig the socks."

"You sure?" she smiled and slid her legs back out. "This couch is pretty awesome."

The next forty-five minutes passed with a few comments between the two of them while the last part of a Christmas classic played out on the seventy-five-inch television on the wall. As the credits were rolling, a door chime sounded. Macy regretfully pulled herself up and shuffled quickly over to the door in her slippers while Heather pulled herself into an upright position. After signing the card receipt, Macy reappeared with the two orders of pasta in hand and grabbed a few forks and a few more bottles of water from the kitchen.

"Thank you, Macy!" Heather smiled gratefully. "How much do I owe you?"

"It's on me if you hang out for a few more Christmas movies, " Macy said, hoping to get another chance to sit next to her feet. She wasn't sure why she wanted to so badly, and she knew it wouldn't amount to anything, but still... whether it made sense or not, it was what she wanted – plain and simple.

"Oh, I think I can handle that, " she shamelessly tore the top off of the container of food and scooped out a huge bite with a fork. "Hey... that's not bad for delivery pasta."

As the next movie started up, the two hungry girls tore through their food pretty quickly, occasionally laughing at something on the television or commenting on someone's clothes. Macy secretly was amused by Heather and the rate at which she ate her food. It was as though she hadn't eaten in days, and she did not seem too concerned with the pasta sauce she was getting all over her face. Macy got up to throw away the container and put the fork in the dishwasher and offered to take Heather's, too. While she was up, she wet a paper towel and brought it back over to the couch. Heather looked up in confusion when she offered it to her.

"You know, " Macy teased, "for someone who is so worried about their feet getting dirty, you don't seem to shy about smearing pasta all over your face."

"Oh, shit, " she blushed a bit. "Am I wearing more than I ate?"

"It's entirely possible, " Macy snorted.

"Fine!" Heather laughed as she cleaned her face, turning the paper towel orange and red. "I may be a bit saucy, but my feet are sparkling."

"Not sure what good it does you if no one can see them, but whatever gets you through the night!" Macy shrugged and plopped back down on the couch.

"I told you... it makes me feel better about myself, " she smiled.

As the movie continued to play, Macy found herself constantly shifting her hips, hoping Heather would slide her feet back over. Thankfully, about twenty minutes after they finished eating, Heather slowly slid he legs back out, her hands pushing on her stomach. A slight groan came out of her mouth.

"Oof, " she exhaled slowly. "I think I ate too much."

"It wasn't how much you ate, " Macy snickered. "It's the fact that you ate in three minutes."

"Shut it, " Heather laughed and nudged her with her toes. Macy's breath hitched a bit in her chest as her thighs instinctively clamped together a bit.

"Don't be a pig, then, " Macy nervously went with the flow and playfully gave her left foot a light smack.

"Did you touch me?" she laughed. "I can't feel anything through the three inches of wool on my feet."

"Is that so?" Macy forced a deep breath and decided to roll the dice and see what would happen. Reaching down, she grabbed the top of the thick sock at the back of Heather's leg and quickly slipped it off, eliciting a slight scream from Heather. As that point, she reached down and gave the top of her foot another light slap.

"There, " she raised and eyebrow and threw the sock at her playfully. "How about now?"

"Hmph, " Heather snorted and threw the sock back at her. "Either put it back on or take the other one off."

"I am going to take the other one off and throw them both at you, " Macy threatened her with a grin.

"Alright... but couch etiquette states that if you take someone's socks off and throw them at her, you have to let her stretch out all the way and put her feet in your lap, " Heather warned her.

"What kind of rule is that?" Macy laughed as she grabbed the other sock and tore it off, tossing both of them at her head. As the socks smacked her in the face, she smirked a bit, grabbed them slowly, and dropped them in the floor.

"My rule!" she jumped forward a little on the couch, pulled the pillow down behind her head, and dropped her feet right in Macy's lap. Macy stared at them in shock for a moment before she noticed the blood rushing between her legs. Her mouth got dry as she took in the sight of the absolutely flawless toes peeking up at her with glittery, silver polish. Heather crossed her left foot over her right, putting what truly was a milky, perfectly clean, and baby smooth sole a short distance from her face. The toes wiggled playfully as Heather laughed triumphantly.

"My, god... they are perfect!" Macy's thought silently as her mind exploded.

"Told you!" she laughed. "Now you have to deal with it."

"Oh, yeah?" Macy cleared her throat and tried to wet her lips a bit. "Maybe I like it. Maybe you are doing me a favor."

"Oh, I bet you are the foot fetish type, aren't you?" Heather cackled. "Maybe I should put my socks back on. I don't want you to get all hot and bothered."

Macy sat silently for a moment as half the blood in her body went to her more private areas and half of it flushed the cheeks of her face. She tried to come up with a witty response, but nothing came out. She felt her eyes burning a little with the embarrassment, and she was scared they might start tearing up.

"Oh, my god, " she mentally screamed inside of her own head. "Is that what's actually happening? Are her feet doing this to me?"

"Relax, Macy, " Heather rolled her eyes and grinned. "I was kidding. You don't have to get all quiet on me."

Macy continued to sit quietly. She was afraid that if she spoke her voice would shake. Heather watched her curiously for a second as her eyes began to widen.

"Oh, shit... I was just joking, but... was I actually right? Do you actually...?"