An Endless Competition F/F Ch. 1-5

This story has 47 chapters, like last time I will publish 5 chapters at a time. Please note that English is not my native language, so please forgive any mistakes.

Ch 1: Family dinner

My name is Jennifer Martin and this is my story.

It is said that the happiest days in the life of a person are the day of his marriage and the birth of their first child. If they had asked me then, I would have affirmed with absolute certainty that nothing could make me happier than how I was at that midsummer day. I was so euphoric that I jumped nimbly out of the convertible car of my friend Rose in the same instant when the car stopped. My long black hair were moved by a light breeze and the last rays of the sun, that was setting, hit my fair skin. I greeted my friend who was parking her BMW and I ran towards my house which was located in two blocks away.

I could not believe I got the part, I could not believe that my life was about to change forever. Instead of running straight at home, I took several detours to train since that day I skipped my morning run. I was the captain of the women's soccer team at my school and I could not afford to be out of shape at the beginning of the senior year. An athletic body and a beautiful face made me definitely an attractive girl, but I never considered myself beautiful as a model, unlike my mother that even then that she was forty years old, was a stunning beauty with her beautiful red hair that unfortunately I had not inherited, taking instead the most common black hair of my father.

I paused for a moment with tears in my eyes, thinking about how my father would have been proud to hear that I had gotten such an important part. Cinema had been his great passion and everyone still say that Robert Martin would become one of the most important directors in the history if only he had a little more time. But a tragic accident in the mountains had taken away the promising director, had taken away my father when I was just thirteen. I tried to remove from my mind that fateful day of five years earlier, and I resumed my run.

I saw that it was nearly seven and I ran to my house, where it was waiting for me a very interesting dinner and my mother had told me that there would be even Aunt Emma, which is a rare thing since the two sisters were not very united, probably because of the great competition that there had been between them in the past, a competition similar to the one that existed between me and my "beloved" cousin Kaley, who fortunately would have not been present at the dinner, definitely too angry to be finished second and not having obtained the part. While I smiled triumphantly thinking back to the defeat of my cousin, I turned the corner and I went crashing into a boy with tousled hair.

- Be careful where you go - I shouted to the boy who wore glasses with thick lenses and braces on his teeth.

- I'm sorry - he stammered even though it was not his fault, and he stooped to pick up his books that had fallen on the ground.

With a kick I threw a book in the middle of the road and it was almost hit by a passing car. I resumed my run without giving a further look at that miserable nerd.

When I got home I found my mother waiting for me in the living room and when she saw me come in, she ran to hug me and congratulated with me. I drank a fresh lemonade and I went to take a shower to wash away all the sweat and to relax my muscles. Like any girl I spent so much time in the bathroom that when I came back downstairs, dinner was ready and Aunt Emma had arrived. My aunt was almost identical to my mother, and perhaps she looked even better than her sister. Her long red hair was brighter than ever, and her green eyes were wonderful. Once again I could not help but regret not having taken the genetic heritage of my mother and of my aunt.

- Here she is our great actress - my mother said to my aunt when she saw me, careless that I had got the part at the expense of my cousin Kaley.

My aunt, however, seemed not to notice the little dig of her sister and hugged me warmly. Her scent was intoxicating, and I was a little sorry to separate from her, breaking the embrace. Aunt Emma was very elegant, and I could not but adore her white dress that fell to the height of the knees and her black stockings on her perfect legs. At her feet she was wearing expensive black high heels of a famous Italian brand. I was almost paralyzed, looking at her shoes for almost a minute, then my mother call my name and she brought me back to reality.

- Jennifer, take a seat at the table -

Aunt Emma sat down next to me and I saw her crossing her legs elegantly and I could not help but peek back down at her feet.

- Jennifer, tell us what those of the production told to you, why they chose you - said my mother that apparently wanted to rage on my aunt, making me say why they chose me for that important part and not her daughter.

- They did not say much, or maybe I was too excited and I did not understand much. It is a fact that I got the part and I'm very happy about this - I said, trying not to look at my aunt's face.

- She is just like her mother. I still remember when I got my first part. It was in the movie "A scandal at the Casino", do you remember it, Emma? - said my mother who had got the part instead of her sister.

- I remember well - Aunt Emma said with a broad smile on her face that made her look even more beautiful - I also remember that it was one of the biggest flop of Donald Stein, he has not directed many films after that failure -

- Well, you can not always be successful - replied my mother, who had suffered the blow of her sister.

To prevent that the two sisters continued to throw barbs each others or began to discuss seriously, I tried to think of something interesting to say that might distract them.

- You have really beautiful shoes, Aunt - I said without thinking but still reaching my goal and distracting the two women.

- I'm glad you like them, I bought them last week. I must confess that I have spent a small fortune for them but it seems that it was worth it given that they attract so many glances at my feet -

I do not know why but her words made me blush intensely and I began to eat the disgusting soup that my mother had prepared. Usually she did not cook but Mary, our maid, was out of town for a few days.

In the middle of dinner, the phone rang and with amazement I heard my mother say:

- Excuse me but I have a commitment with my agent -

- But Mom, you said that at least for once we would have been together without any distractions - I protested vigorously.

- I'm sorry Jen, but I have to go, maybe I can do an advertisement that can yield us a lot of money - and before I could say anything else, she gave me a kiss on the forehead, greeted coldly Aunt Emma and went out.

I could not believe she was gone in that way, that she had left me alone even on that special evening. Apparently even get a part in a famous film had not changed anything in our relationship. My mother was very sweet in words but in deeds was very cold with me and I was really fed up of her prima donna attitudes, I was tired of always being left alone, I was fed up to ask for advice to my maid, advice that a mother should give to her daughter.

- Why she is always like that? - I asked with tears in my eyes.

- Do not worry, it's all right, it's not your fault - said Aunt Emma hugging me.

Once again I could not help but get lost in her scent. I felt so good in her arms, I could not remember ever being hugged like that from my mother.

- Thanks Aunt - I murmured.

- Your are welcome, honey. Now I suggest you throw away this stuff and eat the cake that I brought. We know well that cooking is not for Christine - my Aunt said bursting out laughing.

Her laughter definitely improved my mood and joyfully I threw the food my mother had prepared in the trash. The cake was delicious and as we ate, Aunt Emma told me funny stories about my mother making me laugh hard. At one point, the plate fell from my hands and the sweet ended up on my aunt's elegant shoes.

- I'm sorry, i'm sorry - I said mortified, and before she could say anything I threw myself on the floor and I began to clean her shoes with a clean towel, being careful not to rub too hard to not ruining even more her shoes. Aunt Emma said nothing the whole time and she just looked at me while, on my knees, I cleaned fervently her shoes, continuing to ask for her forgiveness. When the shoes were totally clean, I looked up and I saw that Aunt Emma was smiling and at that moment I was very happy that she was satisfied with my work. I was almost paralyzed on my knees for more than a minute gazing those wonderful green eyes, then suddenly Aunt Emma said:

- While you're there, could you do me a favor, dear? These shoes are beautiful but they are not very comfortable. Would you care to give me a massage? My feet are very sore -

"My aunt wants that I give her a foot massage?" I thought, slightly dazed, I felt as if I had drunk too much.

- But maybe I'm asking for a bit too much. I understand that you do not want to touch my feet - Aunt Emma said looking into my eyes.

- No Aunt, it will be a pleasure for me to rub your feet - I was stunned when I heard these words come out of my mouth.

Upon hearing my answer Aunt Emma stroked my head gently and at that moment I felt like a cat purring, then after having looked again at her in the eye, I began to gently remove her shoes. My heart was beating wildly and I could not understand what was happening to me, why I was so excited in that moment. When I took off the first shoe, I could easily smell the foot scent of Aunt Emma and I was stunned. It was not what I expected, I could not in fact call it a bad smell indeed seemed to me a perfume even more beautiful of that my Aunt was using that night and I could not help but take a deep breath, immediately ashamed for what I had just done, but luckily Aunt Emma seemed not to have noticed.

Her stockinged foot was hot and with my hands I could feel how wet it was. With my thumbs I made a gentle pressure on the soft sole and heel. A little moan made me realize that Aunt Emma was enjoying my job, and I was proud of myself. I concentrated myself more and more and Aunt Emma's moans became more frequent. After about ten minutes, I also removed the other shoe and started to massage the right foot as I had done with the left. When I realized that Aunt Emma was enjoying the massage with the eyes closed, I took a risk and I approached my face to her foot so that my nose was just under her toes and I sniffed again her foot scent. I do not know why that strange smell made such a special effect on me but I know that I would never stopped to smell her foot scent of my own free will. Only when I felt the toes of Aunt Emma curl and touch for a moment my nose, I turned away with disappointment my face from her feet, afraid of being discovered. Aunt Emma, however, was still with eyes closed and gave no sign of having noticed anything strange, strange as her own niece who was smelling her feet. I continued to massage the feet of my Aunt for another twenty minutes, resisting to that strange impulse of smelling her feet, I did not want to tempt fate too much.

- It was great, you're really good - Aunt Emma said while I put back her shoes on.

- Oh, thank you - I stammered embarrassed

- It would be nice to have a massage like this every night, it is so relaxing - If you want sometimes we could do it again, if it is not a problem for you touch again my feet, of course -

- Yes - I said - I mean...no, it is not a problem touch your feet - I continued to stutter, then before I could stop, I heard these words came out of my mouth:

- They are so soft -

I'm sure to be turned red as a tomato, my Aunt looked at me for a moment and chuckled.

- Your so nice Jennifer. Well, since you like it so much, I look forward to receiving another foot rub - she patted my head again and stood up.

While, still on my knees, I watched my beautiful Aunt leave, my gaze went again to her feet and I could not help but think:

"My name is Jennifer Martin and this is my story.

It is said that the happiest days in the life of a person are the day of his marriage and the birth of their first child. If they had asked me then, I would have affirmed with absolute certainty that nothing could make me happier than how I was atthat midsummer day. I was so euphoric that I jumped nimbly out of the convertible car of my friend Rose in the same instant when the car stopped. My long black hair were moved by a light breeze and the last rays of the sun (that was setting) hit my fair skin. I greeted my friend who was parking her BMW and I ran towards my house which was located in two blocks away.

I could not believe I got the part, I could not believe that my life was about to change forever. Instead of running straight at home, I took several detours to train since that day I skipped my morning run. I was the captain of the women's soccer team at my school and I could not afford to be out of shape at the beginning of the senior year. An athletic body and a beautiful face made me definitely an attractive girl, but I never considered myself beautiful as a model, unlike my mother that even then that she was forty years old, was a stunning beauty with her beautiful red hair that unfortunately I had not inherited, taking instead the most common black hair of my father.

I paused for a moment with tears in my eyes, thinking about how my father would have been proud to hear that I had gotten such an important part. Cinema had been his great passion and everyone still say that Robert Martin would become one of the most important directors in the history if only he had a little more time. But a tragic accident in the mountains had taken away the promising director, had taken away my father when I was just thirteen. I tried to remove from my mind that fateful day of five years earlier, and I resumed my run.

I saw that it was nearly seven and I ran to my house, where it was waiting for me a very interesting dinner and my mother had told me that there would be even Aunt Emma, which is a rare thing since the two sisters were not very united, probably because of the great competition that there had been between them in the past, a competition similar to the one that existed between me and my "beloved" cousin Kaley, who fortunately would have not been present at the dinner, definitely too angry to be finished second and not having obtained the part. While I smiled triumphantly thinking back to the defeat of my cousin, I turned the corner and I went crashing into a boy with tousled hair.

- Be careful where you go - I shouted to the boy who wore glasses with thick lenses and braces on his teeth

- I'm sorry - he stammered even though it was not his fault, and he stooped to pick up his books that had fallen on the ground.

With a kick I threw a book in the middle of the road and it was almost hit by a passing car. I resumed my run without giving a further look at that miserable nerd.

When I got home I found my mother waiting for me in the living room and when she saw me come in, she ran to hug me and congratulated with me. I drank a fresh lemonade and I went to take a shower to wash away all the sweat and to relax my muscles. Like any girl I spent so much time in the bathroom that when I came back downstairs, dinner was ready and Aunt Emma had arrived. My aunt was almost identical to my mother, and perhaps she looked even better than her sister. Her long red hair was brighter than ever, and her green eyes were wonderful. Once again I could not help but regret not having taken the genetic heritage of my mother and of my aunt.

- Here she is our great actress - my mother said to my aunt when she saw me, careless that I had got the part at the expense of my cousin Kaley.

My aunt, however, seemed not to notice the little dig of her sister and hugged me warmly. Her scent was intoxicating, and I was a little sorry to separate from her, breaking the embrace. Aunt Emma was very elegant, and I could not but adore her white dress that fell to the height of the knees and her black stockings on her perfect legs. At her feet she was wearing expensive black high heels of a famous Italian brand. I was almost paralyzed, looking at her shoes for almost a minute, then my mother call my name and she brought me back to reality

- Jennifer, take a seat at the table -

Aunt Emma sat down next to me and I saw her crossing her legs elegantly and I could not help but peek back down at her feet

- Jennifer, tell us what those of the production told to you, why they chose you - said my mother that apparently wanted to rage on my aunt, making me say why they chose me for that important part and not her daughter.

- They did not say much, or maybe I was too excited and I did not understand much. It is a fact that I got the part and I'm very happy about this - I said, trying not to look at my aunt's face.

- She is just like her mother. I still remember when I got my first part. It was in the movie "A scandal at the Casino", do you remember it, Emma? - said my mother that she had got the part instead of her sister.

- I remember well - Aunt Emma said with a broad smile on her face that made her look even more beautiful - I also remember that it was one of the biggest flop of Donald Stein, he has not directed many films after that failure -

- Well, you can not always be successful - replied my mother, who had suffered the blow of her sister.

To prevent that the two sisters continued to throw barbs each others or began to discuss seriously, I tried to think of something interesting to say that might distract them.

- You have really beautiful shoes, Aunt - I said without thinking but still reaching my goal and distracting the two women.

- I'm glad you like them, I bought them last week. I must confess that I have spent a small fortune for them but it seems that it was worth it given that they attract so many glances at my feet -

I do not know why but her words made me blush intensely and I began to eat the disgusting soup that my mother had prepared. Usually she did not cook but Mary, our maid, was out of town for a few days.

In the middle of dinner, the phone rang and with amazement I heard my mother say :

- Excuse me but I have a commitment with my agent -

- But Mom, you said that at least for once we would have been together without any distractions - I protested vigorously

- I'm sorry Jen, but I have to go, maybe I can do an advertisement that can yield us a lot of money - and before I could say anything else, she gave me a kiss on the forehead, greeted coldly Aunt Emma and went out.

I could not believe she was gone in that way, that she had left me alone even on that special evening. Apparently even get a part in a famous film had not changed anything in our relationship. My mother was very sweet in words but in deeds was very cold with me and I was really fed up of her prima donna attitudes, I was tired of always being left alone, I was fed up to ask for advice to my maid, advice that a mother should give to her daughter.

- Why she is always like that? - I asked with tears in my eyes

- Do not worry it's all right, it's not your fault - said Aunt Emma hugging me.

Once again I could not help but get lost in her scent. I felt so good in her arms, I could not remember ever being hugged like that from my mother.

- Thanks Aunt - I murmured

- Your are welcome, honey. Now I suggest you throw away this stuff and eat the cake that I brought. We know well that cooking is not for Christine - my Aunt said bursting out laughing.

Her laughter definitely improved my mood and joyfully I threw the food my mother had prepared in the trash. The cake was delicious and as we ate, Aunt Emma told me funny stories about my mother making me laugh hard. At one point, the plate fell from my hands and the sweet ended up on my aunt's elegant shoes.