“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.
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