This is more fetish-related, but embarassing nonetheless. In my teen years, as stated in different posts, I developed a huge sexual desire for my hot, reciprocating older sister. She's always kept her nails well-manicured and sexy, but, back then, they were extra-long. Think she had them at 2 inches at one point. Anyway, on the rare occasion she'd break one of those sexy long nails, she'd also keep it on her dresser or mirror. Having a tremendous thing for those nails and how sexy they, and she, were, I'd often go get the broken-off nail and, at times, "use it".
One particular weekend evening, I did just that. Stole one of her very long, broken-off nails. I'd wanted to paint it my favorite color on her, jet-red, and was in process of doing so when...She caught me and asked what I was doing, though I still believe she knew well what I was up to.
Fumbling for an answer and finding none, I simply admitted my fetish for her nails, and wanted one to keep. She must have been in a devilish mood, as she made me a deal: Do what I was going to do with it, i.e.- sink it down my pants, OR, she'd not only cut the rest off (which she'd never do, but it worked as a scare tactic), but tell her female friends, whom I also had a crush on, about it. Waiting in her bedroom for an answer as I stood there, I agreed to do what I was going to do, in front of her.
So, with a freshly-polished, long, broken fingernail from my hot sister's sinewy finger, I, shall we just say, "finished the job" right in front of her. To her credit, she kept her nails long, and still does, and her friends never knew. THAT was an embarassing time for me!
One particular weekend evening, I did just that. Stole one of her very long, broken-off nails. I'd wanted to paint it my favorite color on her, jet-red, and was in process of doing so when...She caught me and asked what I was doing, though I still believe she knew well what I was up to.
Fumbling for an answer and finding none, I simply admitted my fetish for her nails, and wanted one to keep. She must have been in a devilish mood, as she made me a deal: Do what I was going to do with it, i.e.- sink it down my pants, OR, she'd not only cut the rest off (which she'd never do, but it worked as a scare tactic), but tell her female friends, whom I also had a crush on, about it. Waiting in her bedroom for an answer as I stood there, I agreed to do what I was going to do, in front of her.
So, with a freshly-polished, long, broken fingernail from my hot sister's sinewy finger, I, shall we just say, "finished the job" right in front of her. To her credit, she kept her nails long, and still does, and her friends never knew. THAT was an embarassing time for me!


