Literotic asexstories – My Sister’s Nylons Ch. 03 by OrbitalCruiser,OrbitalCruiser Author’s Note – The slow burn is over. You go girls.
Grab a pair of nylons and make the most of them.
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Chapter 3
By 10:00 PM we were ready to go to the party.
Diana was the sexiest vampire on the planet. She wore a skin-tight black silk gown with a slit cut to her hip. Under that she wore a super sheer 6-denier oil-shine black nylon bodystocking – super tight on top to hold her perfect size C’s in place without a bra – overlain by fishnet stockings and exposed garters to adorn her spectacular long legs. Whenever she stepped forward, her pussy came into view, but she was wearing black panties under the bodystocking. She wore six-inch black stiletto heels, and with my five-inch heels, I was only a couple of inches taller than she. The gown was cut to her navel. Her prominent nipples were just covered by the edges of the gown. She wore shoulder-length sheer nylon opera gloves with the fingers cut out. Her glue-on fingernails were long, sharpened and blood red. Her face makeup was ghastly and dark. Her eyes and one entire side of her face shimmered with blood-red sparkle paint that dance in the light. Her full lips were blood red and her mouth was smeared with stage blood. She had an upper denture with two sharp pointed teeth.
Diana’s jet-black hair hung in massive wild curls to her tiny waist. She even had pointed ears and long, dangly red ruby earrings with an ornate ruby-studded choker.
Fuck she was sexy.
But when I looked in the mirror, I was equally stunned at my own reflection. I was the perfect image of a daemon Succubus slut:
– Sprouting from my head were two ridged black and red horns, curving backwards;
– A dark crimson wig of wild tussled, waist-length thick hair;
– The same black sheer 6-denier transparent bodystocking Diana wore, complete with feet, hands and individual fingers. We cut out the ends of the fingers for my nails. Like Di’s, the bodystocking had a Velcro panel at the crotch for using the bathroom, and (oh my Lilith hopefully) for sex;
– A pair of gorgeous 10-denier high-gloss seamed Gio stockings layered over the bodystocking, with four garters per leg;
– Glued onto my fingernails were half-inch long scarlet talons, sharp and deadly;
– An upper-body harness that supported a pair of black and crimson wings, each about four feet long;
– Over the harness, I wore a transparent low-cut nylon black bra stuffed with 800 cc oil-filled silicon bags. Diana had glued them to my shaven chest and used stage glue and filler to make the tops of my “breasts” merge perfectly with my skin. Without a doubt, I could not tell that my EE breasts were fake;
– Another harness around my middle to hold a four-foot-long forked rubber tail;
– A crimson and black leather and jeweled corset over the nylon bodystocking to hide both my wing and tail harnesses. It was cut to my navel, pushing my tits up with black silk ribbons tied up the front. The corset had boning in the waist to cinch it in, giving me a 24-inch waist (breathing optional!);
– 5-inch scarlet stilettos with straps wrapped halfway up my calves;
– A black leather skater skirt, cut just below my “pussy”;
– Full stage makeup, crimson super-high-gloss lipstick, blood-red rouge, black eye makeup, tattoos depicting male bondage and torture running from my chest and up one side of my face and across my forehead;
– a dozen or so metal arm bands, a blood-red jeweled sword mounted on my back under one wing, a metal- and ruby-studded choker, an ornate ruby and sapphire hair adornment, and massive clip-on ruby earrings in the shapes of dragons and snakes.
Fuck I was sexy.
Diana joined me in front of the mirror. I put my arm around her waist and we marveled at each other.
She was so sexy in that vampire outfit I nearly told her right then that I wanted to have sex with her. But she’d clamped down on that notion a couple of times already and I didn’t want to spoil what we have together. So I stayed quiet.
But the sight in the mirror was getting me excited. The harness around my dick was doing its job to conceal my massive boner, and there are several layers of clothing and fasteners to release if I need to free it.
What I wasn’t sure of was whether I was hornier because of what Diana was wearing, or because of what I was wearing.
Definitely both.
Diana planted her sticky black lips on my cheek and said, “Let’s go, slut.”
I did feel like a slut.
And I liked that. A lot.
At 10:30, we arrived at the party. It was in full swing and we made quite an entrance. Diana was easily the sexiest woman there. I was in total lust for my sister, but she had made it clear she was off limits. It was frustrating.
A bunch of guys immediately clustered around us, bringing us drinks and chatting us up. It was really weird and uncomfortable for me, but Diana poked her arm around mine and hugged me close. She knew exactly what it was like to have bunches of drunken horny guys pushing in too close and she fended them off like a pro.
Our costumes were the rage of the party. I’m certain no-one knew I was a guy. Diana and I danced to some pretty wild electro-trance music under strobe lights, while guys dressed in mummy outfits, cowboys, biker dudes, and vampire outfits clustered all around us.
After about half an hour a slow dance came up. Diana grabbed me by the hand and took me off the dance floor so I wouldn’t have to dance with some horny guy pressing his hard dick into me.
Looking out for me.
She led the way through several hallways and rooms of the crowded house. She seemed to know exactly where she was going, because we navigated with confidence through the kitchen, down a hallway, around a corner, up the stairs, down another hallway, up more stairs, and directly to a door, beyond which appeared to be most of the attic.
On the closed door was a sign, written in runny red paint. It said “Sluts Only. No Exceptions.”
Diana looked at me and smiled. “This is the place to be, trust me. But I warn you be careful.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant. Very odd.
She gave a complicated knock. Three taps, one tap, four taps.
The door opened a crack, held there by a heavy chain. A female ghoul eyed us carefully up and down our forms. The door slammed closed and the chain was released. We were stepped in and the door was slammed behind us. The ghoul fastened the chain and two additional deadbolts. We were locked in.
The room was really big. The furniture consisted of huge bean bag chairs, futons, and a great big bed clustered with a dozen fluffy pillows. Strobes in red and blue were the only light.
About fifteen women were standing around talking, drinking, and dancing. Another three were on the bed, still in costume but making out passionately. Everyone was dressed in something ghoulishly slutty. Almost everyone wore stockings, garters, bustiers or push up bras, heels, fishnets, or some other form of fetish wear.
Diana had led me into the lesbian section of the party.
I wondered what they would say or do if they knew what I was. I figured it would be a lot more serious than politely asking me to leave. Twenty angry, drunken or high women could do me a lot of damage.
Several slutty-looking women – ghouls, nurses, teachers, and cheerleaders – approached us with glee. They all ooo’d and awed over our costumes, everyone talking excitedly at once. A dozen hands were immediately all over my body, poking and probing. One slutty mummy began to pull on my garters so she could sample the texture of my Gio stockings in her fingers.
“Mmmm, I love these. Can I try them on?” asked a cheerleader.
“I love your wings. Succubi wrap their victims in their wings, don’t they?” A nurse licked her lips.
“Nice tits,” said a vampire.
“Ooo, I love your horns. I’m pretty horny too!”
“Wanna suck out my soul?” said the ghoul.
“My soul is right here,” said another, patting her pussy.
“Do you like pussies?” said a cat girl.
“I can teach you to lick my pussy,” said a teacher.
“You’re going to cum to me tonight in my dreams.”
It was overwhelmingly sexy and fun. My boner was solid, but my harness and my costume kept it at bay.
Meanwhile, I looked past my little crowd of admirers to find Diana. I was startled to see she was in full embrace with an absolutely gorgeous girl dressed as an office slut, wearing clothes like no office worker ever. She had cornered my sister against a wall and Diana had her arms around her waist. They were kissing eagerly and passionately.
I felt a pang of jealousy.
I was also disappointed that Diana had left my side so quickly. I would be in serious shit if these women discovered my secret. There are plenty of stiletto heels and sharp fingernails that could do a lot of damage.
The cat girl found a way to carve me out of the circle of women around me. “Succubi suck out souls, don’t they? Is there anything else you like to suck on?”
Oh man. If I had only met this cute girl in an honest setting, I’d be thrilled. What an opening! Briefly, I wondered if I might find a way.
“There are so many options,” I smiled, making a show of looking around.
Cat Girl put a furry paw on my cheek and pulled my gaze back to hers. “I can think of one.”
Obviously this couldn’t go anywhere. But it was fun. Briefly, I wondered if I could eat her out, but she’d be anxious to do the same. And that clearly would be a problem.
And then I felt a wet tongue slide into my ear and a pair of sticky lips slide over it. In a low, sexy whisper, she said, “Hey there, devil girl. Wanna fuck?”
Startled, I turned to look. It was the office girl Diana had been kissing. And then I realized: it was Laura, the girl from the costume shop. Diana was standing just behind her. I caught her eye. She looked a bit worried.
We were busted.
Would Laura reveal my secret?
Laura was about my height. She wore a skin-tight micro-mini leather skirt, glossy brown sheer garter stockings with tops that ended just below her hemline, 6-inch stilettos, a crisp white blouse with no buttons above her navel, a push up bra displayed a huge, and I mean a fucking enormous, set of knockers with deep, glorious cleavage, brilliant crimson high-gloss lipstick, a pair of slutty secretary glasses, and masses of honey-brown hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Her eye makeup was dark and deathly.
She was spectacular.
I looked in alarm at her mouth, but she was smiling. It seemed she was going to keep our little secret. But there was a price.
Laura wrapped her arms around my neck and put her tongue into my mouth. She held on with everything she had and we made out right there, like long-lost horny lovers.
When she broke off the kiss, she bit my lower lip, closed her mouth on it and sucked it in. She ran the tip of her tongue along my lip and then smiled, releasing it.
That started something. The others must have believed Laura and I just met and she was trying to claim me. Because I didn’t fight back, they must have thought I was game. The slutty teacher grabbed my face with her hands and kissed me on the mouth. The cat girl, not to be denied, licked the side of my face until my mouth was free, and then took over, sliding a hot tongue deep into my mouth. Hands began to caress me all over my body. Sluts, ghouls, demon girls, cat girls, teachers, nurses, cheerleaders, firesluts, vampires, mummies, they all saw the commotion and converged on us like starving dogs to get a piece of sexy Succubus.
Then I noticed that the entire group of us was edging towards the bed.
This was getting out of control. If these women got me on the bed, I was done for. When they find out I’m a guy, they’ll beat and choke me to death. I was sure of it.
Diana and Laura saw the danger. They intervened forcefully.
“Sorry girls, the Succubus is with us,” Diana said, pulling Laura into our conspiracy.
“No fucking way,” said the cat girl. “She’s mine.”
“Come on sluts!” shouted the mummy. “Who wants some Succubus cunt?”
She gave the bunch of us a hard shove and we all tumbled onto the king-size bed. At least six horny slutty-costumed women licked and probed and squeezed every bit of me. Too many hands were getting up into my crotch. At my side, the mummy and the cat girl both were busily and frantically stripping off the lower parts of their costumes.
Soon the rest of the party took notice of the melee on the bed. It seemed everyone crowded into the scene of my impending rape. Of course these women all believed everyone was a willing and eager participant, and more and more of them piled onto the bed.
I was buried under a dozen horny sluts. Several hands were now clawing at my midsection to expose my “pussy”. For now my harnesses, one for my tail and one for my cock, were well secured and layered behind my leather corset. It wasn’t easy for them to find the releases. But they were making progress.
One the girls had managed to straddle my hips. My arms were pinned by several bodies so I couldn’t defend myself. I felt her working on my midsection with eager hands and she had succeeded in releasing some more of my fasteners. The bouncing of her ass put pressure on my cock.
Buried as I was under so much female flesh, with so many hands grasping and pulling at the costume securing my dick, I was getting pretty damn excited. Damn the danger of discovery, this was a fucking wet dream of mine.
In my growing lust, I began to tell myself that it was OK if they daylighted my cock. Maybe they’d pounce on it and hold me down and fuck me and suck me ’til dawn.
Maybe. My resistance was fading. My cock began to think for me. At my midsection, my cock was enduring a relentless onslaught of grasping hands. I stopped fighting. I stopped resisting.
Meanwhile, cat girl had freed up enough of her costume and she leapt upon me, straddling my face. She spread her knees apart and lowered her bare pussy onto my mouth. She was soaking wet.
What the hell.
I sucked on that pussy. I licked that pussy. I swirled my lips around and around that pussy clit and stuck my tongue inside of her. She was so horny she came in less than a minute. She put her hands under my head and pulled me harder into her pussy, rolling my mouth around her clit and screamed out in ecstasy.
Cat girl screamed. She came so hard she flew backwards and convulsed along my body, knocking the one straddling my midsection backwards. She also got in the way of the gang of women trying to strip me naked. The pressure of her back on my cock was electric.
All of this made me begin to think: could I take advantage of this situation. It was every young man’s fantasy: to be fucked by a dozen horny gorgeous girls.
Well, I couldn’t fuck them, but maybe I can get them to make me cum. And so I relaxed into the pressure on my body. They wanted me. They were trying to rape me. Maybe I could let them go far enough so I would cum under all these striving, horny women.
But Cat Girl’s orgasmic spasms had cleared most of the women on top of me, just for a few seconds. But many of them saw how hard Cat Girl orgasmed from my mouth and suddenly that became the goal. Everyone wanted to straddle my face and cum like Cat Girl.
Diana and Laura got in front of them just in time.
Laura pushed a contented cat girl off my body while Diana grabbed my hands and pulled me off the bed. Laura ran interference and prevented at least ten horny lesbians from pulling me back into the fray.
We stood in a corner and surveyed the damage. My costume was a shambles. My wings were crushed, my garters were barely holding on, several loose straps were hanging from my harnesses, my makeup was smeared and messy.
“That was close,” I said to Diana. “Look at me. They nearly got through your costume. You were just in time.”
“I can’t believe how hot those women were for you,” said Laura. “I mean, I do believe it, but wow.”
I looked at Laura. “You believe it how?”
She stared unblinking into my eyes. “Because I meant what I said. Before I mean.”
Diana saw what was happening. She had her arm around my waist. And when Laura spoke, Diana tightened her hold with her fingers. She was laying her claim on me.
I looked over at the bed. A few of the women were looking at us. Cat girl was in the middle of the group, singing my praises and pointing at me. They were planning another attack. I was sure of it.
“I think we better get out of here,” I said.
“You’re right,” Laura said, gazing over at the bed. “Come on.”
The Fem at the door let the three of us out immediately.
In the hallway, Diana stopped us. “I think we’d better go. I’m worried our little secret will get out and they’ll come looking for us. That was really close.”
“I know those sluts,” Laura smiled, looking at me. “If they had found you out, you may not have escaped with your balls.”
I believed her. Those women were aggressive.
“Let’s go Tessy,” Diana said. “Thanks for helping Laura. We owe you one.”
“You figure?”
“Well, sure.”
“Yes, absolutely,” I said.
“Then invite me over sometime. Let’s get acquainted.”
Diana looked at Laura, and then at me. She was uncertain how to respond.
Laura understood immediately. She stepped over to Diana, took her head in her hands and kissed her deeply. Diana was startled at first, but I could see her settle into the kiss. They made out for a good thirty seconds before Laura broke it off.
“See you sluts around!” Laura turned and went back to the attic door, giving the secret knock. In a few seconds, she was back inside.
“Sis, I didn’t know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. I’m very impressed, that’s all. You’re a lot more complicated than I ever knew. You are one terrific sister, Diana.”
That surprised her. She kissed me on the cheek, took my hand in hers and said, “Let’s go home.”
It was past 2:00 AM when we finally made it back to our house. Mom and Dad would be back from their vacation in a couple of days and we had some cleaning up to do.
But that was for tomorrow.
Diana faced me in the living room. She had a funny look on her face. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen on her. She was almost…shy.
“Tessy, can you do me a super big favor? I mean, a really big favor and you can’t ever tell anyone about it, not ever?”
“After tonight sis, anything.”
“Ok, don’t call me sis anymore, OK? Call me Diana. That’s my name.”
“Of course, I’m sorry. Is that it?”
“No silly. I want, I want…I want to sleep with you tonight. No, not like that. I mean…in costume. I want us to sleep in the same bed dressed in costume. Can you do that for me?”
It was such an odd request. But of course, it sounded kind of fun.
“Yes, Diana. I’d like that. But I can’t sleep with wings and a tail.”
“No I guess you can’t. Let’s get all these harnesses off of you.”
“All of them?” I had three.
“All of them.”
It wasn’t easy to keep the costume on and get at all the harnesses. They’re what saved me at the party. Diana untied the corset ribbons and pulled it apart. She reached around my back and released the snaps that surrounded my tail and my wings. With everything loose, we were able to release the belts and fasteners. Diana walked around behind me and yanked first on my tail and then my wings. They came loose with a bit of effort.
The harness holding my dick and balls tight to my body was a little harder. It was designed to be removed last, and not with the bodystocking still on me. I had a Velcro panel at my crotch. I opened that up and reached inside, but I couldn’t reach the straps. There was a little hole to get my dick out to pee, but it would be way to uncomfortable to sleep like that. Diana had to do it. My vampire Diana got onto her knees in front of me and reached into my bodystocking, up to her elbows. Her face was right level with my tucked-away cock. I imagined her lips closing in on my shaft.
At last she was able to unbuckle my harness and pull it out through the access panel. Then she stood, looked at me and smiled. “All done.”
“That’s a relief. Diana, you did an amazing job with these costumes.”
I started to unbuckle the straps from my five-inch-high heels. My feet were killing me.
Diana put her hands on my shoulders. “Leave ’em on Tess. I will too. They’re so sexy. I want to wake up in the entire costume.”
It was an odd request, but what the hell. Who am I to say no to a gorgeous slutty vampire?
We went into her room and lay down on the bed. We were both exhausted but charged from the night’s adventures.
With the lights out, Diana spoke softly. “Did you like Laura?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“She really likes you.”
“I noticed she likes both of us,” I said. I couldn’t get the sexy image of the two of them making out in the slut room.
“Do you think we should invite her over? Like she asked?”
“How do you think that would play out?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Diana, I saw how she kissed you. Maybe if she came over, I’d be left alone watching TV.”
“Maybe I would be.”
“You think?”
“I heard her ask if you wanted to fuck.”
“Oh, that. I just thought she was just being provocative.”
“She was that all right. Maybe you’re right.” Diana yawned. “Just hold me Tessy. Hold me tight.”
I put my arm under her neck and the other one around her waist. Our legs, all layered in bodystockings and garter stockings, intermingled together. We both swished and slid them across each others’, each of us thrilling in the electric little shocks from our nylon legs. The idea of the full length of her gorgeous legs entwined around mine, and us caressing each other so completely was making my heart pound. I think she liked the feeling too, because her upper leg kept flexing and sliding along mine.
The more we moved our legs, the hornier I got. I hoped Diana was feeling the same way.
She wrapped her arm around my waist and put her hand on my back. She nuzzled her sticky lips into my neck. Her breasts rubbed on my silicon tits and I think she really liked that.
I put my hand on her gorgeous bum, tightly-clad in the sheer glossy bodystocking. I loved the feeling of sliding my hand all over her firm, slick body. Somehow, all that skin-tight nylon between us was sexier than naked. I couldn’t explain it. The feeling of slipping and sliding our bodies across each other was almost overwhelmingly sexy.
I lapsed into a delirium of utter lust. Lying here in bed with my gorgeous sister, rubbing our bodies together, encased in skin-tight silk and nylon, my dream, my forever dream of entering Diana, of sliding inside of her, of feeling her delicious, eager, slick tunnel grasping and pulling my dick deeper and deeper, no escape, no withdrawing, feeling her convulse around me, oh, oh it was going to happen. It had to happen. She wants me. It has to happen.
We lay there grasping each other for a few minutes. My boner was rock hard and throbbing. My gorgeous sister lay in my arms, her stunning legs, clad in the sexiest stockings made, were wrapped around my legs. Her fat, sticky lips were pressed into my neck. I was going crazy. Crazy with desire and lust. I had to make a move. It was time. I had to take the risk she might reject me and lock me out forever. That she might kick me out of her room screaming at her brother for literally trying to fuck her…
It was worth the risk. I was desperate.
I had to.
I had to.
I didn’t have to.
Diana lifted her head to face me. She looked into my eyes and stared at me, unblinking. I smiled at her, but she continued to stare. I held her bum and caressed her hair, straightened it out, smoothed it down.
I kissed her forehead.
When I looked back down into her face, her eyes continued to stare at me. Unblinking. Intense. Earnest.
When my mouth closed the small gap between us, she pounced. Diana rolled on top, straddled my stomach and clutched her hands around my head and my neck. Holding me in an unbreakable grip, she drove her mouth onto mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. She was an incredibly energetic kisser. We made out like crazy fools, and she slobbered and licked and sucked and kissed me all over my face. With a hundred fast, wet little kisses, she smothered my face with her fat, sticky lips.
She was humping my leg. She had closed both legs around my right thigh and began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release. Then using her arms around my neck for leverage, she began to slide her soaking pussy up and down my leg.
She was in utter, rutting heat and she would not be denied.
“Fuck me, Tess. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me like the world is about to end. Come on Tessy. Drive that big, throbbing cock into me and make me cum. I need to cum. I SO need to cum around your big, fat, Succubus cock. Oh God, I need your fat cock inside me. Come on, get inside me Tess. Now. Fuck me now, now, now.”
Her hands went down between us. She released the Velcro panels on both our bodystockings. Before I knew how close we were, before I even had a chance to savor the moment, she had my dick in her fingers. She pointed it straight between her legs and impaled her steaming eager cunt on my throbbing cock.
It slid in like we were made to fit. Her pussy was everything I’d dreamed: a tight, slick, hot, grasping, soaking, eager, hungry, sucking, relentless force of nature, and it spasmed and boiled all around my iron shaft. She was everything I dreamed and so much more. Oh fuck, oh fuck, how was I ever going to last inside this seething, glorious prison?
“Yessssss!” She screamed. “Yes, Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Diana rose up over me. “Drive me hard Tessy. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck.”
She bounced up and down on my pole like a pile driver. Her hands were on her clit, rubbing herself furiously. Her face was contorted and gruesome in the vampire makeup.
I was being violently fucked by my gorgeous slutty vampire sister.
In was in heaven.
In less than thirty seconds, she came. We were alone in this big house, so there were no guardrails. She screamed at the top of her lungs. It was a guttural, desperate, joyful scream of utter ecstasy.
Her body wracked with spasms and she continued to bounce, getting every bit of the orgasm out of her body. Her fingers flew across her clit and her eyes were screwed shut.
Her pussy tightened with every spasm and her legs worked furiously, sliding my cock in and out of her hole furiously.
Then, she opened her eyes and stared at me again. This time her stare wasn’t calm and rational. It was…hungry. Her first cum had only made her hornier. She wanted more.
But that look was too much for me. This incredibly sexy, horny vampire that I had dreamed about and stroked about was impaled on my shaft; her sexual heat had soared to an eleven. She began to drool with anticipation of what she was going to do to me.
I couldn’t take it for another second. I blasted my load deep into my sister’s cunt.
Taking my cue from Diana, I screamed. I thrust upwards and drove my dick deeper and deeper into her slippery snatch. She clenched her glorious thighs together and gave me everything she had. Together we bounced and heaved and rolled on the bed like starving, desperate souls. As I came down, still inside of her, she was still stroking.
Between heaving gasps I said “Diana, you’re my first. I have no experience, but if this is what fucking someone you are in absolute carnal, horny love with, then I’m already addicted. To you.”
“You’re my first,” she said. “Never, ever have I cum like that.” She looked at me, smiling. “Are you up for round two?”
“Soon, my love. Soon. Give me a few minutes. But I can do THIS!”
I bucked her right off my body. She fell over onto her back and I leapt on top of her. Diana screamed in delight as I dove for her pussy. Yes, my cum was all over it, and No, I’ve never eaten my own cream, but fuck it. My sole purpose in life was to make my Diana cum and cum and cum and cum until she begged me to stop.
She was so wet I nearly drowned. I licked and sucked her ready clit. No preliminaries were needed. I finger fucked her while sucking and kissing her clit. I held her gaze for every second of it. Her eyes went wild and her chest heaved with lust. She closed her legs around my neck and came again. “Fuuuuuuuck” she screamed. “More, more, more. Keep licking, keep fingering, keep EVERYTHING. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Make me cum and cum and cum.”
Diana bucked and spasmed and I stayed right with her.
The sight of her cumming so hard was thrilling. My dick was hard before she came down.
Diana saw my shaft and literally swooped down onto it. She gave it everything she had. She swallowed it whole then pulled away and licked it lavishly all over. The feeling was electric. “Fuck Di, fuck Di, you’re a magician.”
She looked up at me and smiled. “No. I’m a horny vampire slut with an insatiable hunger for your cock. And I’ve got it right where I want it.” She jammed her mouth back over my rod and bobbed her head up and down, her hand sliding up and down with her mouth as her saliva ran down its length.
She held my gaze as she sucked. Then she smiled and drove the tip of her tongue into the soft orgasmic glans of my cock. Again with her eyes. She can make me cum with her eyes. I know she can. That was enough.
“I’m gonna cum, Diana. Watch out! I’m going to cum in your mouth!”
Clearly she didn’t need my warning. She held my dick in her mouth as I exploded. She sucked in every drop down her throat. She wrapped her lips over her teeth and bit down in the sensitive part of my cock. That multiplied the force of my spasming orgasm to stratospheric heights. How did she know? On and on I came, and her gummy pressures on my dick made it last and last.
When my final spasm ended, she crawled my body and French kissed me. Some of my cum was still in her mouth.
Both of us had already cum twice and that took some of the heat down. I lay on my back and Diana nestled into my arms on top of me. She nuzzled into my neck and worked her lips into my skin.
We lay there for a few minutes in the afterglow of two rounds of mind blowing sex. Absently, her fingers played with my softened dick as I massaged her back. Every now and then, she would tilt her head up and we’d kiss, deeply but without a lot of heat. Just nice, sweet, deep kisses.
But her fingers were full of ideas and they were very skilled. She traced little circles around my balls and the base of my shaft. She drew a crimson nail up the soft underside of my dick, all the way up and down its length. She gently massaged the soft orgasmic glans with the pads of two fingers. She cupped my balls and gently rolled them in her long fingers.
As my dick inevitably hardened yet again, she closed those fingers around it and gently began to stroke it. “Like this?” she said.
“It depends what you’re trying to do to me.”
She raised her head and looked at me. Those brilliant, blue eyes stared directly into my brain and staked her claim. I am her slave. I would do anything for this woman. Anything.
“Diana, do you know what your eyes do to me?”
“Tell me.”
“I swear you can make me cum, just with your eyes. And while your mouth or body are working to make me cum, it’s your eyes that drive me completely wild.”
That made her smile. “You love me, don’t you Tess?”
I’m still Tess. Maybe that’s how she resolves the brother thing in her mind.
“I love you. Deeply, with all my heart.”
“Then make love to me Tess. Don’t fuck me. Make long, sweet love to me.”
After cumming twice, I was sure I had the stamina for what I think she wanted. I rolled Diana onto her back and kissed her. She still wore the body stocking, but I wanted access to those spectacular breasts of hers. So I released the clasps around her neck and rolled it down and off her arms. I put my lips to her nipple and suck and licked it gently.
“Mmmmm,” she cooed. “More Tessy, more.”
I lavished attention on her breasts for ten minutes or more. She stretched luxuriously on the bed and massaged my head. All the while she made soft little sounds of luxurious contentment.
I dropped to her lower body. Her legs are the most erotic thing in my universe, so I spent a lot of time kissing and licking them. I took off her shoes and put her nylon toes into my mouth, licking and sucking them gently. She loved that and she wiggled her toes for more.
I worked my way up those legs and kissed and licked every square inch. Her glorious thighs, those fantastic thighs of my dreams, I practically lived between them, massaging and kissing them as she purred above me.
I could feel the heat given off by her pussy. It seemed to pulse and swell in anticipation of what she knew was coming. I put my lips on her labia and worked slowly up to her clit. She sucked in her breath and made more urgent sounds of joy and encouragement.
I made out with Diana’s pussy like it was her mouth. We French kissed, and I was able to thrust my tongue deep inside of her. Her hips began to move in rhythm, giving me the signal I was doing it right. She closed those glorious thighs around my head and held me there. Our mouths were locked in a deep, wet kiss while above me, Diana uttered words of joy and lust.
“Mmmm, yes Tessy. That feels soooo nice, oh yes, yes, I love this. I loooooove this. Ohhhh. Stay with me, lover. Ohhhh yes. This is soooo nice, Mmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes.”
When I felt her pussy begin to tighten, I knew she was close. But I wanted this to be something different. She wanted the same.
“Not yet, Tess. Make love to me. Come on, lover. I want you inside me now. Come inside me.”
Diana’s arms were outstretched and she received me gently and firmly. I put the head of my cock at her soaking entrance and looking deeply into her eyes, I pushed in. She smiled and kissed me sweetly. “That’s it lover. All the way, get yourself all the way in.”
I made it last. I entered her slippery sheath with the speed of a snail. With each centimeter of travel, I filled her and she thrilled in the glorious taking of her. She couldn’t seem to be able to take her eyes of our sex organs absorbing each other. Her breasts heaved more with each second.
When I was completely inside her, Diana casually wrapped her nylon legs around my waist and with the backs of her heels, pushed me deeper. Then she moved her legs to around my neck. Her glorious knees and thighs were within reach of my mouth and I kissed and licked her legs as I gently cycled in and out of her pussy. Every now and then she would pull me down for a deep, longing French kiss while my cadence never varied.
When I was on top of her, she would put her hands on my silicon “breasts” and massage them, her eyes closed in sheer ecstasy. Every once in a while, she would raise herself up and nuzzle them with her nose and mouth and squeeze my cleavage around her face.
On and on an on we screwed. She wanted more positions, so she got onto her hands and knees and pointed her beautiful bum right at me. I thrust into her pussy from behind and she bounced repeatedly to maximize her pleasure. Her face was buried in the pillow and she oooh’d and awed in joy and pleasure.
But our mutual goal was not to thrust and cum, thrust and cum like our first two rounds. This time we held each other high in the plain of arousal without going over the edge. Somehow we were totally in sync and for an hour, two hours, three hours, we kept each other right on the brink of cumming, just a few hard thrusts from our mutual reward. But we did not.
She had plenty of lube for masturbating and we used it liberally.
Every once in a while we’d switch to 69 and just pleasure each other with unselfish ministrations.
We made love for the entire night.
By dawn, I was still inside her.
I had cum three times, Diana five times.
Perfect.
By the time the morning light was streaming into the bedroom, my dick began to soften. Diana realized I was done.
“Do you want me to get you back up and finish you off?” she asked.
She was tired. I was good. I was so good.
“No, love. This was a perfect night, let’s end it here,” I said.
She hugged me and kissed me deeply. “I love you Tess. You’re so sexy. I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“We have to move in together. In Albany.”
“As what? Brother and sister?”
“As Tess and Diana.”
“Seriously?”
She nuzzled her mouth into my silicon breasts. “Your tits really turn me on.”
“But I can’t wear these all the time.”
“But you can wear my stockings. Our stockings. Please Tessy. It’s my dream, my fetish.”
“What is your fetish, specifically?”
“Do you think I’m attractive, Tess?”
Is she kidding? “Diana, you are incredibly sexy and beautiful. Your legs are the stuff of legends. You know how men look at Mom’s legs. You’ve mentioned that. Well, yours are better.”
“Better than Mom’s?”
“No comparison.”
“So why can’t I get a boyfriend?”
“Something you said about them having to wear your nylons?”
“Well, there’s that. That’s my fetish. I can’t settle Tess. I won’t settle. I need a man who will submit to – no, embrace – my fetish. A man who wants to wear my clothes, my nylons. Not because I beg him to, but because he wants to. Not a sissy man. A real man who wants to wear my nylons and fuck me senseless. After this night, I know who that man is. I want you and I want you as Tess. Can we do this?”
She reached down and massaged my semi-hard dick. Her magic fingers brought it to full hardness in seconds. This woman, my sister, she’s a sorceress. When I look at her, I melt. My brain turns to mush. And after this night, I know she feels the same.
“Yes Diana. For you. Anything for you. We’ll move in together.”
“And you’ll wear my clothes around the house?”
If it meant more nights like this one.
“I will.”
“My stockings? My pantyhose?”
That was easy. Her stockings drive me crazy with lust.
“Absolutely.”
“Heels? Skirts?”
“Seriously?”
Diana squeezed my cock in her fingers. “This last night Tess, you and I made love. We fucked like horny sluts and then we made love. For hours and hours. It wasn’t just sex, although that was wonderful. We made love. Not just with my brother. I made love with dear sweet Tessy.”
Oh fuck. What have I got myself into?
She was staring into my eyes again. Unblinking, sustained staring. Her eyes had me in their thrall. When she stares at me like that, I can feel her pheromones wrapping around my dick and holding it fast. My willpower just ebbs away like wet sand through open fingers.
“I’ll try. I can’t promise all the time. But I’m open to heels and skirts on occasion.”
“Oh Tessy, I’m so happy.” Diana kissed me long and sweetly on the mouth. “Ok let’s get this stuff off of you. We have to do it carefully. This isn’t your last time as a Succubus.”
In twenty minutes, we had everything off. I suggested we have a shower together.
“No, you go ahead. I’ll clean up here and go after you. Then we’ve got to get the house ready for Mom and Dad.”
Hmmm. That was kind of odd. I had thought a shower together would be a sexy, fitting end to our night together. But I wasn’t about to argue with her.
***
Mom walked into a spotless house. Dad was back at the car, bringing everything in.
“Did you kids miss me?”
“Sure Mom. Did you have a good time?”
“Ask your father.”
That was a cryptic response.
Later, over dinner, I brought up the subject of school.
“Mom, Diana and I have decided we want to live together in Albany.”
That surprised her. “But you two are always arguing. I thought you couldn’t wait to get away from each other.”
“I think it’s a good idea, Terry,” Dad said. “It’ll save me money so long as Diana chips in on the rent.”
“You’re not thinking, Harold. If they’re going to argue all the time, how is Teddy going to study while Diana has friends over?”
Diana, who was sitting beside me, pushed her chair back and crossed her legs. The silky swish reached was not lost on my brain. I’m pretty sure she did that to remind me what was at stake in this conversation.
“We talked about this while you were away. I’ll respect Teddy’s study habits. And yes, I’ll pay a share. Dad, you said you’d help out. Right?”
“Diana’s right,” I said. “We want this. I want this. Please Mom, Dad. I need your support for this. I can’t pay my tuition, books, food and the rent. You agreed to pay for a single room for me. This would be the same money, just about.”
Dad leaned forward. “I think…”
“No Harold. It’s done,” Mom said. “We agree. You can move it together.”
Beside me, in my periphery, I saw Diana lift her upper crossed leg and settled it back down. Then she started to swing it back and forth.
Somehow I knew what she was thinking.
Mom’s decision had made her horny.
***
We were lucky to rent an apartment online. It was a sizable two-bedroom and we hoped it was as good as it looked on my computer.
With all our stuff, it was a tight fit in the SUV. Diana had so many clothes, they just took over the whole car. My stuff was pretty manageable but in the end, there was only one seat in the back that wasn’t jammed with stuff.
“How is this going to work, Harold?” Mom demanded, as we all stood around the family car to figure out what to do next.
I snuck a look at Diana. Like Mom, she was wearing a gorgeous pair of nylons, though her skirt was several inches shorter. My pants began to swell as I thought about those thighs closing around my neck.
“It’s only three hours to Albany,” Dad said. “Why doesn’t Diana sit on Ted’s lap? Problem solved.”
“Are you kidding me?” Mom and Diana shouted at once.
“I’m not sitting on Ted’s lap, Dad. Tell you what, why don’t I drive and you sit on Ted’s lap?”
“That would be stupid. We’re both men.”
“Do you hear yourself Harold?” Mom said. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m driving. Harold, you sit in the back. Ted, you too. We’ll put some luggage in your laps and Diana can ride shotgun.”
“Why don’t the kids sit in the back?” Dad was whining now.
“It’s my last day with my daughter, Harold. And yours with your son. Suck it up.”
“Yes, dear.”
Well, that was disappointing. It would have been a spectacular ride with Diana and her nylon legs sitting on me for several hours. But once again, my sister was very cool towards me. She could have easily said the arrangement would have been OK. The mixed signals were way too confusing.
When we finally got to the furnished apartment, Dad and I unloaded the car while the women surveyed the apartment and made lists of stuff we needed. Diana claimed the larger primary bedroom immediately, with its king bed, huge closet, and separate bathroom. I got the little room with the double bed and barely enough room for a study desk.
Dad fixed a few things and Mom helped Diana unpack. That took about three hours. We ordered pizza for dinner and pretty soon Mom announced they had to get going.
After lots of hugs, and tears from Mom, they were off.
I’d been sneaking looks at Diana’s legs all day. Mom’s too, if truth be told. But I wasn’t about to have Mom’s legs wrapped around my body in orgasm tonight. Diana, on the other hand…
I went into my room to finish organizing my clothes and other stuff. After about ninety minutes, I came out. I was really looking forward to some alone time with my sister.
We were finally living together. Without supervision. I headed into the living room with expectations for a steamy night.
Diana, on the other hand, seemed distant. I stepped up to her and tried to put my hands on her waist, but she squirmed away.
“What’s wrong, Di?”
“You figure it out, TED,” she said. Her voice was hard edged. She went into her bedroom and slammed the door.
That night I was so restless I couldn’t sleep. I thought about going into her bedroom but there was no opening in her attitude. I went over the last few days in my mind. What had I done wrong?
***
The next day I had to go to campus to get an orientation package. It was an early appointment and Diana hadn’t come out of her room yet. So I had a little bit of cold pizza and headed out the door. It turned out to be a very full day of touring campus, getting registration packages for courses, and seeing where my classes would be.
When I got home, Diana’s door was still closed. I had no idea if she was in there.
I went into my room for a while and got my school stuff organized so I knew where I was going tomorrow. That took about an hour. Then I took a shower.
When I came out of the bathroom, Diana was sitting on the couch. She was wearing a skintight one-piece dress, cut way up to mid thigh, with oil-shine pantyhose and 4″ patent leather shoes.
Killer.
When she saw me, she crossed her arms and glared.
“What’s going on, Di? Why are you in such a crummy mood? Is it because your job starts next week?”
“I can’t believe how dense you are. It doesn’t matter. I’m going out tonight.”
What? “You’ve got a date?”
“Yup.”
“Diana, please. I thought we had something going here.”
She uncrossed her legs and stood, picked up a cross-body bag and put her hand on the doorknob. “Don’t wait up.”
She was gone.
I couldn’t believe it. She’d already found some guy to hang out with. Probably to fuck.
Shit. What happened?
I spent a restless evening watching television and looking at the clock. I prayed Diana would come home, sit down beside me and tell me what I can do to bring her close to me again. We don’t have Find My Friend set up on our phones, so I couldn’t track her.
I was going crazy with jealousy.
At 1:00 AM I went to bed. I tried to stay awake without seeming like I was waiting for her, but the day at campus had been long and I really needed to be awake for my first classes.
I fell asleep sometime after 3:00 AM. And yes, I did shed a few tears.
My phone alarmed me awake at 7:00. I’d already showered the night before so I got dressed and went to look for some breakfast. Diana’s door was closed, so she was finally home.
Was she alone? I couldn’t tell.
I thought about opening her door and taking a peek. I really did. I knew I’d think of nothing all day but whether my sexy, horny sister had brought home some stud to have sex with.
I chickened out.
So I spent the whole day wondering, worrying, and ultimately, making plans to move out. I just couldn’t take living with Diana if she was going to be fucking other guys in our apartment. It was too painful. I’d rather live alone in a miserable one-room hovel than watch that.
When I got home around 6:00 PM, Diana’s door was still closed. But she had come out. There were a couple of glasses in the sink that hadn’t been there before.
A couple.
Could mean anything.
I went into my room to drop off my school stuff, when I noticed my bed.
Laid out on the bedspread was a pair of fully fashioned stockings, a lacey garter belt and a couple of pairs of silk panties. Beside them lay the high-heeled shoes I’d worn at the summer Hallowe’en party. Mounted on hangers and lying on the bed were a couple of skirts and some dresses. Those were Diana’s, but I didn’t think I could fit them because my waist is a few inches bigger than her twenty-two-inch wasp size.
It seemed the price for fabulous sex with Diana was my wearing these clothes. When I do, she turns from sullen to clawingly horny in an instant. If I wanted a repeat of the night we had after the party, these clothes were my ticket.
For mind-blowing transcendental sex like that, it was a tiny price to pay.
Here was my dilemma: what if she had someone in her room? I couldn’t very well hang out in our living room wearing my sister’s clothes if someone else – some guy – were to see me. That would be devastating.
I decided to make a little noise so she knows I’m home, then get myself ready for her in my room. If she comes out, I’ll take a peek to make sure she’s alone.
She had laid those things out for me. That meant she was thinking about me. That meant she was alone. Right?
First, I went into the bathroom just off the living room and turned on the shower. Taking my time, I shaved my legs, my arms and my front, all the way down to my crotch, where I spent most of my time. It took about 40 minutes, but when I was done, my body was hairless and smooth.
With a towel around me, I left the bathroom and stepped quickly into my bedroom. Diana had to know I was home by now.
In my room with the door closed, I put on the panties and garter belt. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I picked up the long, silky stockings. They were like magic on my skin. Their touch affected my deeply. I held them up and brushed them along my legs and groin, raising little goosebumps in their path. My cock twitched. I thought about sliding one down the length of my dick, but that was too risky. I definitely did not want to cum yet.
Taking a deep breath, I bunched up the first stocking and put my foot into the toe. The sexy feeling still hadn’t got old. As I pulled the stocking up my leg and fastened the garters, my cock came to full attention.
When the second stocking was in place and fastened, I swished my legs together to get the silky feel of them. I envied girls who could wear this stuff in public. If I did, I’d be cumming all the time. I think. No wonder girls who wear stockings always seem sexier. It’s an attitude.
Then I had an idea. Diana had been so standoffish. She’d been really mad at me. I guess because I hadn’t dressed yet as promised. So I decided to go one further.
The corset I wore to the party was in my closet. With supreme effort, maybe I could squeeze it down tight enough to consider wearing some of Diana’s skirts or dresses.
I wrapped the corset around my waist and got the boning aligned just right. I pulled the laces as tight as I could manage, but there was still a good inch of gap. So I took a deep breath, let it out, and pulled at the laces as hard as I dared. Working up and down the front, I managed to get the two sides of the corset to meet in the middle. According to the little scale on the garment, that meant I now had a 24-inch waist. I ran my hands from my hips to my underarms. There was a very distinct pinching in at my waist. My breathing was limited to short intakes, but I could manage.
The oil-filled silicone bags from the party were too large. Diana had bought a few different sizes and with her help, I had managed to get the biggest ones into my Succubus costume. But there was no way I could get those in without help. So I picked a smaller pair. It took a lot of pulling and adjusting the numerous clasps and strings in the upper part of the corset, but eventually I was able to stuff a pair of 300 ml bags in there. Good for a C-cup, I figured.
I looked in the mirror. If I’d been able to take a deep breath, I might have gasped.
I had a real figure.
I picked the loosest dress in the bunch. It was a long sleeve number, not too clingy, and really short, with a flouncy silky bottom. Probably one of the ones I had stuck my head into when I tried to masturbate in her closet a few months ago.
I unzipped the back and stepped into the mini-dress. It was a little tight at the waist, but my hips are smaller than Diana’s and I was able to pull it up over my shoulders. The corset had done its work.
I’m pretty flexible, so I was able to zip the back of the dress right up.
All that was left was the shoes. I slipped a nylon foot into the first stiletto. When I stood in the shoe, it was like putting my foot on a step. When the second shoe was on, I felt so much taller! It felt empowering. Really.
When I looked in the mirror, I admit I felt a little foolish. I was a man wearing women’s clothing. I didn’t look sexy at all. I began to wonder if all this was worth it.
Then I spotted it.
Diana had left a little makeup bag by the pillow.
I’d watched her do my makeup for the party. So I decided to try it out.
When I was done, I had crimson lipstick, a little eye shadow, a foundation and a concealer. The work was crude and amateurish, but hopefully I’d get points for effort.
My features are quite soft anyway, so the makeup actually made a huge difference.
The crimson wig was in the closet too.
I put a lot of time into getting the wig styled just right. Diana had spent a small fortune for a natural-hair wig that would style nicely and look absolutely real. I combed and brushed it out until it shone. When I put it on and clipped it securely in place, I arranged it so it framed my “breasts” just right and fell to my lower back in thick, soft curls.
I looked in the mirror.
Fuck, I was beautiful.
But there was a problem.
These clothes had the predicted effect on me. The panties held it sort of in place, but I could see it twitch under the fine silky material of the dress.
Nothing I could do. But I’d need a solution for that in time.
I listened by the door.
She was out there.
My heart was pounding.
I opened the door a crack. I could see a bit of movement on the couch.
I opened it a little more. Diana was sitting there, those perfect legs reflecting the high sheen of her fully fashioned stockings.
A long lock of my wig slipped out the door.
“Tess! Oh Tessy, it’s you! Come on out, come out, come out. I’m so happy it’s you!”
I poked my head out the door. She was alone.
Diana stood and held out her arms towards me. My heart was pounding. This was why she had been so angry with me.
Well duh.
Confidently, I opened the door wide and stepped into my gorgeous sister’s arms. She hugged me with the force of a bear and kissed me on the lips.
“I’m so happy, Tessy. Let me look at you. We’re going to have so much fun. But here, let’s take a look at you. Oh, you’re making me faint. You’re gorgeous! And those legs. I just want to eat you up. Oh, I’m getting wet already.”
Definitely the reaction I’d only dared hope for.
I looked into her eyes. She was so happy.
But then, her eyes darted over my shoulder.
And then I heard a noise. Someone was there.
This couldn’t be happening.
Diana put her hands on my shoulders and held me at arm’s length. “There’s something you should know.”
My first thought was: can I turn away so he doesn’t see my face, then get back to my bedroom and lock the door?
Oh Diana, how could you do this to me?
“Tess, I brought someone home last night. I hope we didn’t keep you awake. We were…pretty loud for a while.”
My heart sank. I felt like a fool.
A familiar voice spoke from the door to Diana’s bedroom. “Hi’ya slut. Cat Girl says hello.”
Laura.
She was leaning casually against the door jamb of Diana’s bedroom. She had her weight on one foot; her other foot was crossed at her ankle. She wore a black leather skirt short enough to reveal garters fastened to black micromesh fishnet stockings. From the gloss above her stockings, I could tell she was layering with oil-shine pantyhose. Probably crotchless. Her six-inch stilettos underpinned legs so long, lean, and beautiful they made my heart pound. A sheer sleeveless nylon top hugged her upper body. She wore no bra underneath and her breasts were outlined in the tight fabric. Her arms were folded in front of her and they pushed her breasts up and out. They were spectacular, full, round, not too big, with fully erect nipples that strained against the transparent black nylon. Her hair was jet black and fell in massive wild tangles to her tiny waist. Her lipstick was super-high-glossy black and her makeup was gothic and dark. Tattoos ran around her neck and up one side of her face.
Beyond her, Diana’s bed was an absolute tangled crazy mess. Apparently, these two had been busy.
“Remember the sign on the door at the party, Laura?” Diana nodded towards me.
Laura laughed. “Sluts only. No exceptions.”
Diana looked pointedly at me. “We need a sign.”
“No we don’t,” Laura said. “I think Tess has it just right.”
“What was that about Cat Girl?” I asked.
“Oooh. Interested are we?” Laura laughed. “Yes, she’s been looking all over for you. It seems that pussy has never had her pussy so masterfully licked. She’s still talking about how hard she came on your face.”
“Does she know I’m…you know.”
“Oh she knows. She knew at the party, you idiot. Most of them did. They were just having a little fun with you. They weren’t really going to rape you.”
“You say most did.”
“The ones that didn’t know are really looking for you.”
“Well, that was back on Long Island. They won’t find me here.”
“I did,” Laura said with a smile.
“Yeah, how did you find us?”
“That was me, Tess,” Diana said. “I called her.”
“You drove all this way for a date?”
Laura laughed. “No silly. I live here. At least now I do.”
“You’re not at the store anymore?”
“That was my summer job. I’m in Albany Law. 2nd year.”
Fuck. Laura and I go to school together. It also meant she was at least four years older than me.
Diana put her hand on my shoulder. “Tess, there’s something you should know.”
“You and Laura. I’m the third wheel. It get it.”
“No Tessy. No, that’s not it. Laura’s moving in.”
I looked up sharply at the two beautiful women staring at me. “Wouldn’t it have been a good idea to ask me? Don’t I have a say?”
Laura pushed herself languidly of the door jamb. She was staring at me, her gaze intense and unwavering. With the exaggerated walk of a runway model, arms at her side, chest out, she sauntered across the room, right up to me. Without a word, she put her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue deep into mine.
She was a wonderful kisser. Her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me tighter to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and together we kissed long and hard. Her lips were soft and sticky and I began to swoon in the spell of her pheromones.
Eventually, she broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. Our noses were touching.
She smiled. “So Tess, what do you say?”
The possibilities danced through my brain. “I say, you can have my spare key.”
With her hands still around my neck, Laura looked at Diana. “She’s cute. Can I have her?”
Diana laughed. “Get in line.”
Laura released me and we all sat on the couch. I was in the middle. The women hugged my arms and crossed their legs towards me, penning me in.
Diana gave my arm an extra squeeze. “I see you found my clothes, honey. You look great.”
“It took a long time to get ready though,” I said. “I don’t know about this corset.”
Laura began to prod and play with my silicon breasts. “Yeah, we’re going to need a more long-term solution.”
That got my attention. “What do you mean?”
“She means,” Diana said, “if you’re going to be like this in the apartment, it’s got to be easier for you.”
“She’s right,” Laura said. “we can’t be waiting for you to get ready all the time.”
“You want me dressed like this all the time?” This was getting a little out of control.
“Sluts Only, No Exceptions,” Diana said. “Code word: SONE”
“Sluts Always Wear Nylons,” Laura said. “SAWN.”
“Slutty And Proud,” added Laura. “SAP.”
“Nylons Only. No Exceptions. NONE.”
“NObody Cums Like A Slut. NOCLAS. You’ll hear that word a lot around here.”
The two women sat forward and turned to face me. Diana looked at Laura and said “You’re going to be our private slut, yes Tessy? Nylons and skirts in the apartment are a minimum, at all times, no exceptions.”
“You don’t always have to wear the corset, but eventually we want to have one closet, one set of clothes for all of us. That’s a goal to work towards.”
“Hair and makeup are optional, but earn you bonus points. The corset and dress earn you big bonus points.”
Laura kissed my cheek and spoke softly into my ear. “And we luuuuuve to redeem bonus points. Don’t we Di?”
“Bonus points make us horny, Tess. In fact, I think you’ve already earned a few.”
“More than a few.”
“This might take a while.”
“Most of the night, I’d say.”
“Piker. Tess is good for the whole night. I happen to know.”
“Oooo. I can’t wait.”
“Why wait?” Diana held my hand and jumped up. “I’m so horny right now I could fuck a steer. Come on, girls, let’s take this to the bed.”
Wow. This was completely out of control. These two hot sexy women were plotting my domination in my presence.
What I didn’t know was if Laura knew Diana and I were brother and sister. If she didn’t…
The two women were both on their feet and pulling on my arms to get us the hell to the bedroom.
As we tumbled onto the bed, fully clothed, Laura immediately pushed me onto my back and straddled my mouth, facing forwards. “Come on, slut. Make me cum. I wanna cum like Cat Girl.”
I was right. Laura’s pantyhose was crotchless. Her snatch was soaking wet and she started to rub it all over my face. I held onto her hips to steady her and went to work on her with my tongue and lips. Her labia and clit were swollen, hot and eager. I managed to sneak a finger into her hole and to push it up into her G-spot. That made her shudder.
“Come on, slut,” she cried. “Make me cum, Oooooh, yes, yes, oh fuck yes. Diana, get over here. Kiss me, slut. Kiss me like the wanton horny whore you are. Mmmmmmmm.”
Diana faced Laura above my head and the two women started making out like crazy while I ate Laura towards orgasm. Urgently now, she pressed her cunt into my face, swirling it around with her hips, doing a lot of the work. I was able to slip my tongue inside her hole, deeper than I’d managed with Cat Girl, I’m sure. I used her juices and my nose to tickle her clit, massaging and whirling and pressing into her.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, you are a pussy-loving cum slut aren’t you? Mmmmm, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum all over your slutty face, Tess. And then I’m going to suck you, suck you hard and deep and long. Make me cum and I’ll suck you to next Tuesday. Ohhhhhhhh, yes, yes, yes!”
Trapped between fishnet thighs, my head now on Diana’s nylon knees for support, I bore into Laura’s pussy with renewal vigor. Licking and swirling and lipping and sucking. Her juices flowed past my chin and onto my neck in a constant drippy flow.
Laura’s whole body was vibrating now. She was close, oh so close. I put her clit between my lips and shook it gently back and forth, as much as the squeezing pressure of her thighs on my head would allow. That make her cry out.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s it, it, it, it ooooh cumminnnnnnng! Cuuuuuuummmmmmminnnnnnnnng!!!”
Laura shuddered and vibrated above me, opening her legs further and pressing her sex deep and hard onto my mouth. I kept as much tongue on her as I could, keeping her orgasm going and going and going.
When she’d come down, Laura gave Diana another deep kiss, then crawled down to sit on my thighs. She lifted my skirt and ripped my panties down, exposing my throbbing shaft, poking through my crotchless pantyhose. She plunged her mouth onto my cock, swallowing it whole. With both hands, she held it fast while beginning a series of rapid, wet licks, lavishing my cock with her soaking rough tongue.
Diana, meanwhile, had taken Laura’s earlier spot and sat hard on my face. “Come on Tess. You did it for her, you can do it for me. Here we go slut, eat me, eat my pussy and make me cum.”
My sister rode my face and drove her clit into my mouth.
But this time, not only did I have pussy in my mouth, but my cock was also in someone else’s mouth. Laura lay fully atop my legs and held me motionless while she plied a spectacular (and clearly experienced) blow job on my throbbing dick. Her lips were wet and luscious. Her hands slid up and down my now slippery shaft in time with her mouth.
I didn’t time it on purpose. I just happened.
Diana and I came together. I managed to keep working her clit as she came, because I had a solid grip of her hips as she squirmed and rolled in full-body orgasm. Diana cums like a goddess and this was no exception. I just needed to be sure I didn’t break my jaw in her convulsions.
Meanwhile, Laura kept my dick exactly where it belonged while I came. Deep in her mouth. She took every drop while driving her tongue hard into my glans to maximize my orgasm, and to extract every last drop she could get. She held my legs down to prevent me from squirming away, even if just in ecstasy.
In a few minutes, after we’d all come down from massive orgasms, we all sat up and looked at each other.
“Team meeting,” Laura said. “I for one, say that was fucking fantastic. Tess, you could win a contest.”
“That’s my Tess,” Diana said proudly.
“So we’ve got the edge off,” Laura continued. “Diana, how do you want to do this? Tess is your slut after all.”
“I’m happy to share,” said my sister. “But I’ve got something Tessy needs first.”
While straddling me, Diana craned her body over to her nightstand and extracted a little baggy of pills. “These are for you, Tess. Take one now. I’ll give you another in four to six hours.”
“ED drugs? Don’t I get a say in this? We did all right after the party.”
“You’ve got two horny, relentless, sex-addicted sluts to satisfy Tess. We’ll keep each other busy too, but we expect you to be ready to serve at all times.”
“Chew ’em up Tess,” Laura said. “They work faster that way.”
***
Laura turned out to be a highly-skilled and enthusiastic lover. She had pulled two orgasms out of Diana with her mouth while I fucked Laura from behind.
Hours later, I was still above Laura. I’d been inside her for two or three hours. At first she wanted it hard and fast and I did my best to keep up. Eventually though, we settled into a more sustainable rhythm, and I stroked in and out of her at a languidly slow pace as she wrapped her long, lean legs around me. After about forty minutes she seemed to slip into another plane of existence. She barely acknowledged me, but her face betrayed utter bliss. Every now and then she would utter a little sound of contentment. Because I had cum three times already this night, and with the help of the ED drugs, I was able to keep Laura on this edge, right on the brink of cumming, but not over. She was nearly delirious, deeply cocooned in a cloud of lust and sexual euphoria. Diana assisted with the frequent liberal doses of lubrication to keep us slippery and sexy.
Of course the other party in a threesome gets a bit left out when two partners are having hours-long intercourse. So every now and then, Diana would straddle Laura’s stomach, hold my head in her hands and slip her tongue into my mouth. We kissed while I fondled her glorious breasts for what seemed like an eternity. I never broke cadence in and out of Laura’s pussy.
I broke the kiss and looked into my sister’s eyes. “Happy Di?”
She smiled and licked my lips. “Delirious.” She gestured beneath her at the woman we were both straddling. Laura was in another world. “This is OK, right?”
“Does it make you happy, Diana?”
“Oh yes, Tessy. I’m very happy.”
“Then it’s completely all right. But…”
“What, Tess. What’s wrong?”
“That night after the party. When we were…together for so long. I want more of that. With you.”
“And you’ll have it,” she said happily. “In fact, if you want to pick up the pace soon and turn her into a slutty cumming puddle, you can have me for as long as you like.”
“I love you, Diana.”
“I love you, Tess.”
“Now make this horny slut cum and you can fuck me ’til dawn.”
“She’s in a total trance. I may need some help.”
“Glad to oblige.”
Diana pivoted off of Laura, dropped down and put her lips on the girl’s mouth. Laura moaned and wrapped her arms around Diana’s neck and they kissed deeply. Meanwhile, I shifted gears and began to stroke faster, harder, deeper. Laura woke from her sexual trance and began to squeeze her legs together, pulsing them on my shaft with every stroke. We had been edging for hours, constantly on the edge of cumming. I guess she was closer than I was. I licked my thumb and pressed it into her clit and swirled it around. It was like I’d turned on a switch. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper and deeper into her until the floodgates opened wide.
“Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, that’s it Tessy. Stroke me hard, harder, harder. I’m close, oh fuck I’m so close. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh YESSSSS! CUMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGGGG!”
This time it was violent. Her body had been in a tantric state for so long, the sexual energy inside of her had built to volcanic proportions. She bucked and squirmed and squeezed. Her orgasm seemed to last forever and ever and ever. I desperately fought to hold off cumming myself because I wanted to slide right into Diana as soon as Laura was satisfied. It was hard, but I’d been edging for so long inside Laura’s pussy that I was strong. I held on.
But when Laura, using strength she could only muster in sexual delirium, rolled me over and came a second time. She slammed her cunt down onto me over and over and over, to pull the last bit of spasming bliss out of her needy body, I nearly lost it.
At last Laura came down and I slipped out of her. Her chest was heaving and she looked ecstatically happy.
“I have NEVER EVER fucked like that in my whole, slutty life. Tessy, and you too Diana, this thing we have, it – it’s amazing. YES. We are going to have the time of our lives, right here in this little apartment. I may never want to leave. I can’t wait for the weekend. We’re going to fuck for days.”
“My turn,” Diana said. “I need some Tess inside me.”
“You two fuck to your hearts’ content. I’m going to get something to eat.”
Laura swung off the bed, straightened her fishnets and headed out the bedroom door. I turned to Diana. She backed away from me and propped up her head on two pillows and opened her nylon legs wide. I couldn’t wait to get them around my neck.
“Come and get it, lover,” she said, holding her arms out to pull me in.
As I hovered at the entrance to Nirvana, ready to push in and fuck my sister ’til dawn, her phone rang. I looked at the clock. 3:00 AM.
It was Mom.
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Author’s Note – Stay tuned for the final chapter of the saga of Tess and Diana (and Laura) (and Mom).
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