Ticklish Mistle-Toes

ce yelled from the oth

ce. 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 driv

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 othe

he voice ye

dant 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

in there?" he

ed as she realized how

hurry it

s in frustration. Things went quiet on the other side of her door, though she cou

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. Jumpi

ice yelled from the other side

she groaned. "Mother!

" the voice called. "We shou

r the drive, anyway, and I don't feel like running around for

you sure?" her

ped backward again. "Please... just go. W

around midnight. If you get hungry, the list fo

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 ar

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 wer

As her stomach muscles remained flexed, holding her in position, there was a small grumble from withi

zzy 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 wer

ies with two twin daughters that had just started college. Cringing at the thought of how expensive that must be, Macy could understand why they

rilliant 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

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 wh

ith 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

hat actually connected every floor. She had a big smile on her face, and was dressed warm

miled. "Oh, my god. T

's ass cheeks covering their boobs?" she muttered. "It

at little old lady is an an

ed. "But this was clearly

he back of brain itch. She found herself wondering what Heather's feet lo

er laughed. "They are o

ut the thought out passively a

dirty, " she shivered at the thought. Macy

ulled the list of restaurants off of

s she walked over to look at the list

she studied the list, trying to show on

gged. "I am just weird about

arted blushing for reason

ounds ridiculous. I just get very uncomforta

y?" Macy offered. "It will pro

d?" she nodded in approval. "Th

"So, why do you think you are obsessed with clean feet? I don't mea

is no one in my life to impress. Still... if some

ed. "Some people lik

nylon clad toes poking out of her slippers, "I love

rself from her embarrassment. "I was going to go out with my family, but I was moving too s

, " Heather smiled and peeked in the fridge. "

y joked nervously as she put her pa

chuckled. "Mind if I g

or 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 w

ked over to the couch and tossed her a bottle of

sn't it?" Macy stared with wide

es?" Heather asked a little timidly. "My family all

ily all want to run around town all day. I am hoping to stay in the cabin as much as possible, honestly, but this floor wil

ight at home and stretched out, putting her holiday socks right up next to

usly. Heather wiggled her way further into the cushions and rubbed her fleecy socks together. Macy fumbled for the

lf as her mind reeled in confusion. "Am I seriously..

eather clapped. "Yay. I lo

shifted awkwardly with a weird laugh a

a little. "I just threw my feet right in

ly, wanting her to come back. "Go ahead and str

slid her legs back out. "Th

l. 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 a

her smiled gratefully.

e to sit next to her feet. She wasn't sure why she wanted to so badly, and she knew it wouldn't amoun

top off of the container of food and scooped out a huge bi

er 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 contai

orried about their feet getting dirty, you don't se

shed a bit. "Am I we

y possible, "

e, turning the paper towel orange and red. "I

e them, but whatever gets you through the night!"

es me feel better abou

ld slide her feet back over. Thankfully, about twenty minutes after they finished eating, Heather s

ed slowly. "I thi

Macy snickered. "It's the fac

r toes. Macy's breath hitched a bit in her chest a

usly went with the flow and playfull

"I can't feel anything through t

n, she grabbed the top of the thick sock at the back of Heather's leg and quickly slipped it off, eliciting a

brow and threw the sock at he

the sock back at her. "Either put i

off and throw them both at you, "

s socks off and throw them at her, you have to let her stretch ou

ore it off, tossing both of them at her head. As the socks smacked her in the

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

ect!" Macy's thought silen

ughed. "Now you ha

tried to wet her lips a bit. "Maybe I

?" Heather cackled. "Maybe I should put my socks ba

it flushed the cheeks of her face. She tried to come up with a witty response, but nothing came out. Sh

e of her own head. "Is that what's actuall

yes and grinned. "I was kidding. Yo

if she spoke her voice would shake. Heather watched

king, but... was I actually