Sarah waited at the door. Truly, she had not taken much time to prepare herself. In fact, she was the one among the three girls that had taken the least. Indeed, even though she had had the desire to degrade and humiliate for years, she had never nurtured the fetish, and never developed crueler and crueler ideas about it. The idea of jogging and getting herself sweaty – especially her feet -, in order to force John to sniff and… *lick* her feet clean (she pictured it right there) was the height of her fantasy. She didn’t even talk to the sisters about the licking part so far, fearing that this would be too much too soon for them.
She didn’t think that their imagination could have surpassed hers. But when the door opened and she was greeted by Melody, she couldn’t help but understand she had underestimated them. Her gaze locked onto her shoes.

“… Wow. Melody. Your feet. What is that?!”

Even though she was a bit jealous of her idea, she still loved the fact that she had done it. After all, nothing would stop her to do something of that kind later on.

Melody smirked.

“Hehehe. I’ve thought about the best way to make my feet sweat. It’s hot outside, right, but it wasn’t *enough*. I really wanted my socks to be *soaked* by the end of the day. I wanted them to be dripping foot-sweat. So… I chose to wear a huge pair of ski socks over my normal socks. And to top it, I also chose to wear winter shoes. They’re stuffed, so my feet will only get sweatier and sweatier as we run… There’s no aeration for them *at all* “

She giggled. Sarah was impressed. She never would have believed Melody would go to such lengths to torture her brother. 

But before she could answer, Alison pushed Melody aside (she was blocking the pathway!) and closed the door. And she was accompanied by… a smell. It was distant, but you couldn’t help but notice it. It followed Alison. What the…

Sarah’s eyes looked for the source. And sure enough, Alison’s shoes caught her attention.

“Alison, what ar-“

She was interrupted by Melody.

“Oh Alison, no! It’s not fair!” she giggled, “you can’t use those shoes! I was sure you had thrown them away!” 

Alison smiled, lifted her foot in the air, and pointed at it innocently.

“What? Those? Why would I have done that?”

She chuckled.

“They’re memories! I’ve ran thousands of miles with them! Won dozens of competitions! I couldn’t throw them!”

She lowered her foot and tapped the ground a few times.

“And now, they get to be used again! For an even *greater* cause! Hehehe. You can be sure my feet will get *smelly* this evening! And you didn’t even see my socks…”

Sarah was taken aback. 

“Your socks? How could it be worst?”

Alison’s eyes shone with malice. “Hehehe. I didn’t remember it, but I had slipped both of the sweaty socks from the competition into the shoes, back in 2016. They *REEK*. “

Melody laughed, “Oh my GOD. And I thought the smell was bad already, but most of it must actually be *concealed* inside those shoes! Well, it seems we have a winner. Well done, Ali!”

Sarah couldn’t agree more. Alison was *so* cruel! She had thought about the worst possible thing she could do, and she did it. Gosh. It gave her ideas. She didn’t want to be last every time.

“Well, I agree, your feet are the worst today Alison!” she smiled, “But! I didn’t know this was a competition. And I didn’t know how *far* you’d both go. Be sure that next time, I’ll up my game. *A lot*,” she grinned.

“Hehe, deal,” Alison smirked, accepting the challenge. “Now, what about you tell us what you had in mind, Melody? Are we only running? And *why* do we have to take it slow?! “

Sarah was curious as well.

“Yeah, now’s the time to tell us! Or I swear to god, I’ll just open that damn door right now and plant both of my feet on John’s face. With Alison’s socks as a gag. I’m *that* impatient.”

Melody giggled at the thought.

“Hey, you’d at least want to work up a sweat before, right? That’s where flavor comes from!”

The three of them laughed and agreed on that. Then, Melody got serious.

“But we have to wait. Here’s what I thought of. Right now, we can all agree that we want to make John’s life hell, right? It’s what *you* want Sarah, right?”

She nodded vigorously. And doing so, both Alison and Melody felt a wave of motivation surge through their body. It energized them even more, consolidated their will to act. They *wanted* to help Sarah.

“Great. So, I’ve thought of the best possible way to do so, long term. The truth is, we want to force him into the worst situations possible. We want him to have *no choice* about it. But how to make it even worse for him?” Melody asked.

“Uh? I have no idea. It sounds awful enough as it is right? What could be worst than to be forced into what we… have planned for him?” Alison giggled.

“Yeah, I must admit, I don’t get it?” Sarah was listening intently.

Melody chuckled.

“Well… It’s easy enough. We have to make him believe that we’re torturing him because we think that’s what he wants!”

“Uh? Like, we tell him we’re doing it *for him*” Alison asked.

“Well…Yes. At least, Sarah and I.  We will play the loving sister and girlfriend. You, Alison, you’ll have to play the villain,” she smirked, “I thought the role would be perfect for you. You’ll be the one who'll have manipulated me and Sarah into thinking John wants to be mistreated. He’ll know it, and he’ll hate you for that.”   

“Oh. OH. I LOVE IT,” Alison grinned, “He’ll think *I’m* the only evil one? That’s *sooo* twisted Melody! It’s amazing!!” 

“Hehe, thanks! Yes. That way, he’ll put all the blame on you. And whenever he’ll say *anything* to protest to either Sarah or I, we’ll be able to just go “Chhh. You know you want it.” Or “I hate doing it to you as well, but I know it’s truly what you want! Alison proved it to us!” This will drive him crazy !” And if he protests to you, well... He’ll probably beg you to tell us the truth,” she giggled. “Whoops. Anyway, you’ll be able to be truly evil, and be perceived as such!”

Sarah had her eyes wide open. That was… Amazing.

“Oh my god. It’s genius. He’ll still see me as his loving girlfriend. And he’ll still see you as his loving sister. And he’ll only think *Alison* is being a bitch here. “

“YES. And because he will still see us as such, he’ll keep trying to make us change our mind. Because he’ll think there is *hope*. He’ll think that if only he could make us understand that it’s not what he wants, we would stop immediately. But we won’t. We never will. But he won’t know that. “

Sarah’s hand had reached her crotch, and she almost began caressing herself right here and now, but managed to stop at the last second. 

“Gosh, It’s *SO* much better than letting him know we’re all cruel bitches. If he knew it, he’d stop resisting at some point. That would be no fun. Letting him hope… It’s… It’s amazing. He’ll keep begging me and seeing me as his cute and nice girlfriend, while I’m ruining his life. Melody, you’re the DEVIL.” 

“Hehehe. The cutest devil there is though! *pout*”

Alison *loved* the idea. She had always loved to tease and be bratty to John, and with that she would reach a peak never reached before by any sister in the world! She giggled. She couldn’t wait to have her brother begging for mercy, desperate. Thinking that all of it was happening because of *her*. Unsuspecting his crush, unsuspecting his loved sister. Her body grew hot at the thought. But… There was still a question remaining.

“I love it Melody. It’s amazing. But, how? How could you make him think I wrongly convinced you two that he wanted to be mercilessly tortured? It sounds impossible to me. I don’t know how to do that.”

Melody blinked, and smirked. “Impossible? You know me better than that Ali…” she chuckled, “I’ll explain the plan to you both while we run. We shouldn’t delay it any longer, or we won’t have time to drown our feet in sweat!” she laughed, turned, and started running.

She was quickly followed by Alison and Sarah, both really eager to know more. 

The afternoon went by in flash. Upon listening to Melody’s idea, both girls agreed that it was smart, and would definitely work. With the promise of future tortures ahead, the three of them spent an insane amount of energy exercising, sprinting, running, doing squats. Their feet grew sweaty, but the worst of all were definitely Alison’s. The socks and shoes she had retrieved had to be a creation from hell itself. Their scent had begun to aggravate about 15 minutes into the run, and had not stopped getting worst since then. Worst, but it was true for Melody’s socks as well, at the end of the afternoon, you could hear the socks go *splosh* when their feet touched the ground. They had accumulated so much sweat that it oozed in and out of the socks with each step, creating the abominable sound.

At some point, the girls began keeping their distance with Alison. The stench had grown way too strong for them, despite the socks being sealed inside the shoes. The odor made Alison feel nauseous at some point, and she had to begin breathing through her shirt. She swore that she’d make John pay. After all, that was *because of him* that she was here with those disgusting things at her feet! She couldn’t wait to make him have a *taste* of her fermented socks. The girls agreed with her, and the three laughed hard. All in all, they had spent an amazing time together, and soon, it was time to go home.

According to the plan, Sarah didn’t get to see John yet. That was fine with her, she didn’t feel she was ready to torture John yet. Not in the sense that she wouldn’t be able to do it if she had the chance, no. She just felt what she had to torture him right now wasn’t *enough*. Oh, it was still hell compared to what were her ideas of “torture” before sharing her kinks with the two sisters, but it still was so much less than what Melody and Alison had achieved. She would take her alone time to make sure she could do better.

Sarah left when they reached the step of their home. And the sisters smiled to each other.

“He’s in *so* much trouble. I love it!” Alison chuckled, still covering her face with her shirt. She couldn’t stand the smell from her feet.  

Melody brought a finger to her lips.

“Chhh! He must *never* know we had planned this! Or he’ll stop believing my “nice sister” act !”

“Oh, right! Sorry!”

Alison mimicked Melody and went quiet. They opened the door.

From the living room, sounds could be heard. The TV was on. Perfect. John was still watching TV. He wouldn’t see them right now. He didn’t even hear they got home.

Melody smiled and whispered : “You know what to do”. Then, she went upstairs.

Alison took it upon herself and respected the plan. Which meant that she had to retrieve both her socks. Both her dripping, disgusting old socks. Ugh. But it was for the greater good.
She got both her shoes off in a ‘splorch’, the sound of her damp, sweaty feet popping out of them. Then she did her best not to breath anymore as she removed both her socks from her feet. UGH. It revolted her. The socks even *LOOKED* the part.

The faster done, the better. Alison approached the living room tiptoeing, not wanting to alarm John at the most crucial moment. She got closer to the couch, until she was almost right behind it. She could see John’s head resting on it. Perfect ! She lifted both hands holding her soaked reeking socks, AND !!

…Noticed he was asleep. Uh. Well…

Alison smirked.

She watched at his serene face, breathing in and out. Pure air. Awh.
Then she put a first sock right over his nose. Some of its sweat went drooling over his face. *SO* disgusting. The smell was nightmarish. Alison beamed. She crouched down, and quietly enjoyed seeing him breathing the infamous smell. His lungs went up and down, intoxicating himself against his will.

“It’s only the start…” she whispered to his ears.

Quickly enough, John’s traits distorted, and were replaced by repugnance. He was close to awakening, his body probably attempting to let him escape from the nightmare that had become his dream. Alison smiled.

And pressed hard the second sock on his face. Fermented sweat oozed all over John’s face, and the surprise made him breath. Hard. But Alison had made sure his mouth would remain shut, and he ended up SNIFFING the horrendous stenched sock. His body jerked. He tried to get his face out of the putrid scent, but Alison held on as long as she could, enjoying every single one of the repugnant breaths John was forced to take.

Then, he managed to push Alison off him, and threw the socks away. His face was still soaked with sweat, and he was in incredible anger. But before he could yell, Alison took the initiative.

“OH. MY. GOD. JOHN ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SOCKS ?!! IT’S DISGUSTING!”

Her voice had been so loud she probably had been heard through the entire house. And sure enough, Melody’s precipitate steps were heard in the stairs almost instantly after the cry.

The plan had begun.