My Sister’s Nylons Ch. 02 by OrbitalCruiser

My Sister’s Nylons Ch. 02 by OrbitalCruiser

Discover the erotic continuation of the adult sex story "My Sister's Nylons" in Chapter 02. Dive into a world of taboo desires and seductive encounters in this captivating tale.<br/>

This is a full-length story in several parts. It features a man who cross dresses, at first to attract his gorgeous bisexual sister, but eventually because he discovers he likes it. There is no male gay sex, only because that is not this story. There are several bi females, however. Scenes that appear at first to be forced sex are enjoyed by all parties from the outset, and at times and are more benign that at first thought. Included in later chapters are scenes of incest, bondage, group sex, lesbian sex, FFM, FFFM.

If that’s not your thing, fair warning. Probably best to look elsewhere.

This one’s a slow burn. If you read chapter one you know what I mean. In chapter two, brother and sister take it up a notch. Grab a pair of nylons and read along.

I’d love some feedback.

Everybody’s 18 or over.

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Chapter Two

Saturday morning, our parents left for their road trip. That afternoon, a couple more packages arrived from Amazon for Diana.

Somehow I knew they were really for me. I was excited for the reveal.

That afternoon, Diana came into my room. “Put on your bathing suit and come with me,” she said.

My bathing suit? That made me curious.

When I joined her in the hall, she led me to the bathroom. A bath was running.

“Get in,” she said. “I’m going to shave your legs. Even though your blonde body hair is so fine, you’re too hairy for what I bought for you.”

“Sis, really? That’s crazy,” I said. “No way. I can’t…”

Before I could get another word in, she crossed the space between us and put her lips to my ear. Her wet tongue caressed my ear canal, then she whispered, “It’ll be worth it Teddy. Believe me.”

In reality, I was okay with this. I looked forward to having Diana’s hands on me. And I wasn’t disappointed. The water was luxurious and hot. She took a big soft sponge and washed my legs, getting them all soapy.

“See Teddy, how nice this feels? Girls love to take baths. Now you know why.”

On her knees outside the tub, Diana carefully drew a little razor up and down my legs. She was leaving smooth tracks in the wake of the blade. The feeling was incredibly exotic. When she got to my inner thighs, she lingered.

The soapy warmth of the water, the light stroking of the razor on my softened skin, seeing my gorgeous sister leaning into the tub, wearing a two-sizes-too-small tank top, which was getting really wet by the way, well, it was nearly overwhelming.

When she placed her fingers on the inside of my thigh to help her guide the razor, the feeling was electric.

My bathing suit developed quite the bulge. This time, my sister didn’t ignore it.

“You like this, don’t you?” she asked. I nodded. “Maybe I should have you shave my legs.”

It was a tease. Right? But if there was the slightest chance…

“Yes,” I broke in. “I’d love to.”

Diana smiled. She turned her attention to my lower legs. As she stroked the razor, her elbow pushed into my dick. Not once. Several times. She had to have noticed.

My gaze swept across her tiny waist, to the marvelous swell of her breasts, to the masses of platinum hair falling into the tub onto my stomach. As I felt her hands on my legs, guiding the razor, holding my thighs firmly so as not to cut me, I began to feel the stoppable pressure of an orgasm coming on.

“Diana,” I breathed. “Diana, I, I, you have to stop. I’m, I’m, I’m…”

She turned her head to look at me. As she did so, her elbow mashed right into my glans. She had to have done it on purpose. She had to.

It seems my sister is a lot more empathetic than I ever knew. She’s a sexy looking woman, to be sure. But there’s more. She has this inner sexuality that I was only beginning to appreciate for its intensity. I realize that Diana doesn’t just look sexy. She is sexy. She’s entirely sexual. Her face, her body, her hair…and now I was realizing her sensuality extends to her brain. Her eyes are the window to that sex brain. She’s fully connected to her sexuality and through her eyes, I’m fully ensnared.

So when she paused to look at me, her full pink lips puckered, just a little. The tip of her tongue poked between them. And when those big, brown eyes shifted their gaze from my eyes to my mouth, I couldn’t take it any longer. Her pheromones, the erotic sight of this gorgeous woman’s eyes fixed on mine, her fingers on my soapy legs, all this wrapped up my brain inside a hot wet blanket and shut it down. A shock wave rushed to my groin.

I blew my load. Again. Right into my suit. I tried to cover it up with soapy bubbles so she wouldn’t notice.

Yes her elbow helped. Yes she was touching me all over my legs. But it was her face, the intensity of her gaze, her raw sexuality that drove me over the edge.

And what did she do then?

She pressed her elbow into me harder. And she smiled.

She knows.

Oh fuck.

“You do like me, don’t you Teddy?”

“Diana, that’s the second time I’ve…”

“Shush,” she said. What was happening between us she wanted left unspoken. But I had to say something.

“Diana, you have to know. It wasn’t your elbow that sent me over the edge.”

She smiled. “No?”

I think she knew exactly what I meant.

Diana licked her lips and straightened up. “Okay, you’re all done. Now get yourself cleaned up and report for duty in my bedroom. You can do my legs later.”

Fuck. The way she talks. She’s setting herself up to be my Domme. Just like Mom orders Dad around. I was sure of it.

Suddenly, that was okay by me.

When I entered Diana’s bedroom, she had the Amazon packages laid out in front of her.

She gestured the chair. “I got you some stay ups. From Charnos. They’re really soft and sexy and you don’t need any garters. See here, they’ve got this rubbery band at the top. It kind of sticks to your skin, and it’s stretchy so it tightens around your leg and they don’t fall down. Here you go. Put ’em on.”

“What about you?” I said. “If I’m going to wear these for you, we’ve already agreed you have to wear some for me.”

“You know what Ted? You’re absolutely right. It’s only fair.”

Diana stood and shucked her shorts. Again. So the last time wasn’t a rash one-time thing. This was something she was comfortable with. She was wearing very brief, very tight blue panties. She went to her closet, opened drawer number 4 and extracted a pair of stay ups, very similar to mine. She pulled them on like an expert and got them nice and straight. Then she grabbed a tiny loose flowing skirt and pulled it on.

“Better?” she said.

I admired her legs. A lot. “Much,” I said.

“Okay go on, it’s your turn.”

In a minute, I had the nylons on my legs. I adjusted the stay up bands around the welts so they were nice and even around my thigh. They felt a little foreign, and the rubbery tightness around my thigh was…interesting.

Diana motioned me to stand, and when I did, she looked at my legs. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of them. Her stare was really intense. When she put her hand on the inside of my thigh, my cock twitched visibly. Then she went back to her closet and grabbed a pair of heels. These she stepped into. They made her legs longer and even more spectacular.

“A great shoe does miracles for legs,” she explained. “See how they make the muscles in my calves and thighs flex? Isn’t that wonderful?”

She turned and walked away, rotated on one foot and walked back to me. She put on her sexiest model walk.

“Seriously Di, I’m really enjoying our time together. This is a lot of fun.”

Diana smiled. She reached for one of the packages – it looked like a shoe box – and sat in the other chair. She opened the box and pulled out a pair of high-heeled shoes. The heel was chunky, and about 3 inches long. She held them out toward me. “I’m so glad you said that. These are for you.”

“Are you kidding, Sis? I can’t wear high heels!”

“Why not? I wear heels much higher than these.”

“That’s not the point. You’re a girl.”

“So what is the point? Look.” Diana leaned forward, her arms on her glossy nylon knees. She looked deeply into my eyes. Her nose was two inches from mine. “Teddy, what happened in the bathroom. You should know it wasn’t, it wasn’t – well I guess you could say I knew what I was doing.”

“So why did you? Why did you make me cum like that?”

“Because, well, I was really horny and I knew we can’t have sex. Having a man in my life who I can dress up in beautiful lingerie has been my long-time dream. I’ve had this fetish for like forever.”

Did my sister just say, “we can’t have sex”? That means she’s been thinking about it. Holy fuck.

“So I thought,” Diana continued, “that making you cum, knowing I was about to get you into my nylons soon, would be an image I would, well, that I would…”

She meant that she could masturbate thinking about me wearing her nylons and cumming in front of her. My drop-dead gorgeous sister made me cum so she would have that image in her brain.

I felt myself growing hard again. I looked at her gorgeous legs. I didn’t have to do it secretly anymore. I could see through the gap between her thighs. For a second, I thought about whether my cock would fit in there…

No! That’s crazy. She said it herself. We can’t have sex. I have to be content to stroke it out while thinking about those sexy legs.

“Have you asked any guys about this? Would any of them go along with your fetish?” I would be deliriously surprised if any guys Diana has gone out with would wear nylons for her. But, then again, I have.

“I’ve hinted it to every guy I’ve ever dated. Last Saturday night, the guy I was meeting at the restaurant was my best shot. I’d talked to him about it a couple of times and he didn’t run. But he didn’t take the initiative either. So I decided that if our relationship was going to work out the way I wanted, I had better be very specific. No more hinting. No more settling.”

“What did he say?” I could only imagine.

“He told me he needed to think about it. That he’d tell me on Saturday if he was in. I guess I got my answer. He has no idea what a night he missed.”

I looked at my sister. She was so despondent.

“So what you’re saying is, your no-compromise list for a boyfriend / husband is that he must love to wear your clothes? Including your nylons?”