Diana picked up a pair of dangly blue-stoned clip-on earrings and put them on my lobes.
She stood back and crossed her arms. “OK, let me take a look at you.” Her eyes swept up and down my body with an appraising look. “Don’t stand like an ape. Here, watch me.”
Diana shifted her body to one hip and put her hands on her hips. She nodded at me and I mimicked her.
“OK, tits out. Go on, a little more. That’s it, you’ve got it.
“All right, Tess. Now you can look.”
With trepidation, I turned to look into the full-length mirror. If my jaw could physically hit the floor, it would have.
I had a figure. I had legs. Pretty damn nice legs, I have to say. My sister’s nylons shone and sparkled in the LED lights. My breasts were exceptionally large, but the proportions on me worked perfectly.
But it was my face that startled me the most. I stepped right up to the mirror because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Firstly, I didn’t recognize myself. I have to say it: I looked HOT. My eyes were sexy, my lips full and inviting, my skin flawless. My hair framed my face beautifully and cascaded over my beautiful breasts.
I turned to Diana. “You, my dearest sister, are a magician.”
She looked into my face and laughed. Not in derision, but in joy. “You ARE Tess. Fuck, when we go out, I’m not sure which of us the guys will be looking at. You are absolutely fucking insanely gorgeous.”
“Diana, I don’t know what to say. I feel so…different. So…”
“Embarrassed?”
“Absolutely not. I was going to say, Powerful. Confident. Sexy.”
Diana loved to hear that. “Now you know. You’re really starting to get it. The confidence that being a beautiful woman can instill in you. In fact, for our date tonight, you look so good I’m going to have to up my game so you don’t show me up. Now leave me alone for a while so I can get ready for you.”
For the next hour I sat in the living room pretending to be a girl. I walked in the stilettos, working on getting the cadence just right. I practised sitting down more delicately, crossing my legs without exposing my crotch, sitting with my knees together, stuff like that. My cock was hard pretty much the whole time but the panties Diana had found for me were tight, and the silk skirt was loose around the crotch area. So that was out of play.
After an hour, I had gotten used to everything and my boner was pretty much gone.
And then Diana stepped out, dressed for our date.
Those spectacular legs were clad in the shiniest brilliant pantyhose I’ve ever seen. They drew my eyes immediately to her legs, framed in six-inch black patent leather stiletto heels and the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen her wear. The hemline was easily fifteen inches above her knees and the skirt was skintight. Her gorgeous round bum was prominent and beautifully defined.
The tiny black skirt was cinched tight to her equally tiny waist. Her black tank top was also skintight (the theme of this fetish outfit) and framed her magnificent, round, firm breasts.
She was all in black which contrasted wonderfully with the masses of brushed and styled platinum blonde hair which fell in gorgeous curls to her waist.
Her makeup was smoky and sexy, with a brilliant slash of high-gloss scarlet lipstick.
Oh my fucking God.
“You like?” she said, doing a little pirouette.
“You sure you want to go out tonight?” I joked.
“Ha, funny girl. I can’t wait to get you into a dark corner.”
Wow.
The Uber dropped us at the restaurant. Diana had reserved a specific table in the back of the restaurant. It was a tiny corner booth and we sat at right angles to each other in the dim pendant light hanging from the ceiling. Diana sat to my right.
I can say that we got more than a few long stares from men and women as we made our way to our table. And Diana wasn’t the only one they were looking at.
“Do you think they know?” I whispered to her after we sat down.
“No silly. They’re looking at two incredibly hot girls on a date together.”
We talked about all sorts of things. Diana was very intimate and when we talked, she edged herself around the corner and into me. She was so close I could feel little puffs of air from her mouth as she put her near arm on the back of the booth and coiled her platinum hair in her fingers. She put her other elbow on the table and leaned into me, skillfully penning me in on all sides. Sometimes, when I said something funny, she’d laugh and tickle my face with a lock of her hair.
At one point she put down her drink and angled her knees into me. She leaned forward and stared into my eyes. “Fuck Tess, you are gorgeous.”
All I could think was: she wants me. And I want her.
“Look who’s talking. Diana, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I’m not kidding.”
“We’re quite a couple, aren’t we?”
“Do you like dating girls, Diana? Or is it just me?”
That made her think. “I’ve never dated a girl. But you look so delicious, I just want to smother you. You’ve sparked something in me I didn’t know I had.”
We talked nonstop. About everything. About clothes. Shopping. Her impending job. My school. Clothes. Shopping. Makeup. Clothes. TV.
I like watching football. Her guilty pleasure is Love Island. I shuddered.
“You never know, Tess. You might like it,” she chided me.
“OK. I’ll watch Love Island with you, if you watch a football game.”
“Will you tell me what’s going on?”
“I’ll explain everything.”
“Then it’s a deal.”
We were getting more comfortable with each other. Diana’s skirt was so short and tight the tablecloth didn’t fully cover her thighs. She pulled my skirt up past the tablecloth so she could look at my legs too. We both crossed and uncrossed our legs frequently. Of course now I know why girls do that. The swishing sounds of the nylon goes straight to the brain, and the feeling of nylon on nylon as your legs slide across each other is electric and sexy.
After we gave our dinner orders, Diana once again leaned into me. Her left hand, the one closest to me, disappeared under the table. She pulled the tablecloth back to hide our laps completely.
And then I felt it. Her hand found my crossed leg. She rested it there for a moment. Her touch was amplified by my sister’s nylons on my legs; it was thrilling and electric.
I placed my hand gently on her leg. She turned and stared deeply into my eyes. That stare again.
Her fingers curled around my thigh and gave it a small tug. She was asking me to uncross my legs. As if in confirmation, she uncrossed her legs at the same time.
Her nails began to dance around my skin. She lightly scratched my nylons, not enough to spoil them but enough to send shivers and shocks coursing through my body and my brain.
I pushed my hand down around her thigh, only inches from her pussy.
Diana’s hand began a slow trace up my leg. We gazed into each other’s eyes as our hands drifted higher and higher. The tablecloth hid our explorations.
When the server brought our dishes, neither of us broke our gaze from each other. Neither of us moved our hands off each other’s legs. In my periphery, I noted the server look at us, shrug and leave.
Diana opened her legs under the table. I put a couple of fingers on her pussy. She was damp. She took in a sudden breath of anticipation.
In response, she laid her fingernails on my erection, outside my panties.
“Tess,” she whispered. Her face was inches from mine; her gaze never wavered. My name hung in the air between us for an eternity, then slid into my ears and coiled my brain her warm, moist, pheromonic tendrils.
Her fingernails danced and scratched the fabric imprisoning the bulge of my sex. I prayed for her not to stop. Never to stop. To let this moment linger for ever and ever.
Could it get any better?
I used my new nails to tickle the fabric clinging to her pussy. Was that in her mind when she glued them to me?
I was about to speak. I was about to tell her…maybe we should take this elsewhere. Maybe we should…
She kissed me.
This time I was ready for her. I kissed her back without embarrassment or hesitation. When her tongue darted into my mouth, her hand closed on my cock and she held it there, gently, without guilt. I massaged her pussy with my thumb and forefinger and she sank into it, swooning into my mouth. I put my other hand on the back of her head, and knowing what I wanted she did the same. We pulled each other tight and kissed deeply and sweetly for three or four minutes. We French kissed. Then we kissed lightly. She licked the underside of my upper lip and my cock twitched. She swept the tip of her eager little tongue around my lips, exciting me even further.
She’s a wonderful, sweet, sexy kisser.
When she began to tickle her nails into my shaft a little faster, I got worried. “Please Diana, please. Not here, not now, I can’t, I, I, I…”
She smiled. “Why Tess dear? Whatever do you mean? Do you want me to stop? Really?” She laid a full grip on my throbbing pole. I was getting close. Too close.
“I, I want to pick this up at home,” I said.
She backed away and smiled. “We’ll see what comes up. OK? In the meantime, I’d better fix your makeup.”
***
On the Uber ride home, I was thinking: this is it. I’m going to fuck the most beautiful girl in the world.
My sister.
And it all started with my sister’s nylons.
When we got home and in the door, I made my move. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed very sweetly for a couple of minutes. But the heat wasn’t in her.
“That was a wonderful night, Tess. But now, I’m going to bed. You have a great sleep, sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning.”
And then she turned and walked down the hall to her bedroom and closed the door. Apart from enjoying the view of her spectacular legs with her glossy seamed stockings and her gorgeous firm round bum, it was a total let down.
There was no implicit invitation in anything she did or said.
So I was out.
***
On the morning of the party, Diana burst into my room. I sat upright in my bed with a start. “What’s going on?”
“Come on Tess. Get up. We have to start getting ready.”
“So soon? It’s only ten o’clock,”
“Lots to do. Come on.”
When I stumbled out of my room, I heard the sounds of the bath running in my parent’s master bathroom. The door was slightly ajar.
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