“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.
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