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Author's Note
This is a full-length story in several parts. It features a man who cross dresses, at first to attract his gorgeous bisexual sister, but eventually because he discovers he likes it. There is no male gay sex, only because that is not this story. There are several bi females, however. Scenes that appear at first to be forced sex are enjoyed by all parties from the outset, and at times and are more benign that at first thought. Included in later chapters are scenes of incest, bondage, group sex, lesbian sex, FFM, FFFM.
If that's not your thing, fair warning. Probably best to look elsewhere.
This one's a slow burn. If you read chapter one you know what I mean. In chapter two, brother and sister take it up a notch. Grab a pair of nylons and read along.
I'd love some feedback.
Everybody's 18 or over.
~~~</p>
Chapter Two
Saturday morning, our parents left for their road trip. That afternoon, a couple more packages arrived from Amazon for Diana.
Somehow I knew they were really for me. I was excited for the reveal.
That afternoon, Diana came into my room. "Put on your bathing suit and come with me," she said.
My bathing suit? That made me curious.
When I joined her in the hall, she led me to the bathroom. A bath was running.
"Get in," she said. "I'm going to shave your legs. Even though your blonde body hair is so fine, you're too hairy for what I bought for you."
"Sis, really? That's crazy," I said. "No way. I can't..."
Before I could get another word in, she crossed the space between us and put her lips to my ear. Her wet tongue caressed my ear canal, then she whispered, "It'll be worth it Teddy. Believe me."
In reality, I was okay with this. I looked forward to having Diana's hands on me. And I wasn't disappointed. The water was luxurious and hot. She took a big soft sponge and washed my legs, getting them all soapy.
"See Teddy, how nice this feels? Girls love to take baths. Now you know why."
On her knees outside the tub, Diana carefully drew a little razor up and down my legs. She was leaving smooth tracks in the wake of the blade. The feeling was incredibly exotic. When she got to my inner thighs, she lingered.
The soapy warmth of the water, the light stroking of the razor on my softened skin, seeing my gorgeous sister leaning into the tub, wearing a two-sizes-too-small tank top, which was getting really wet by the way, well, it was nearly overwhelming.
When she placed her fingers on the inside of my thigh to help her guide the razor, the feeling was electric.
My bathing suit developed quite the bulge. This time, my sister didn't ignore it.
"You like this, don't you?" she asked. I nodded. "Maybe I should have you shave my legs."
It was a tease. Right? But if there was the slightest chance...
"Yes," I broke in. "I'd love to."
Diana smiled. She turned her attention to my lower legs. As she stroked the razor, her elbow pushed into my dick. Not once. Several times. She had to have noticed.
My gaze swept across her tiny waist, to the marvelous swell of her breasts, to the masses of platinum hair falling into the tub onto my stomach. As I felt her hands on my legs, guiding the razor, holding my thighs firmly so as not to cut me, I began to feel the stoppable pressure of an orgasm coming on.
"Diana," I breathed. "Diana, I, I, you have to stop. I'm, I'm, I'm..."
She turned her head to look at me. As she did so, her elbow mashed right into my glans. She had to have done it on purpose. She had to.
It seems my sister is a lot more empathetic than I ever knew. She's a sexy looking woman, to be sure. But there's more. She has this inner sexuality that I was only beginning to appreciate for its intensity. I realize that Diana doesn't just look sexy. She is sexy. She's entirely sexual. Her face, her body, her hair...and now I was realizing her sensuality extends to her brain. Her eyes are the window to that sex brain. She's fully connected to her sexuality and through her eyes, I'm fully ensnared.
So when she paused to look at me, her full pink lips puckered, just a little. The tip of her tongue poked between them. And when those big, brown eyes shifted their gaze from my eyes to my mouth, I couldn't take it any longer. Her pheromones, the erotic sight of this gorgeous woman's eyes fixed on mine, her fingers on my soapy legs, all this wrapped up my brain inside a hot wet blanket and shut it down. A shock wave rushed to my groin.
I blew my load. Again. Right into my suit. I tried to cover it up with soapy bubbles so she wouldn't notice.
Yes her elbow helped. Yes she was touching me all over my legs. But it was her face, the intensity of her gaze, her raw sexuality that drove me over the edge.
And what did she do then?
She pressed her elbow into me harder. And she smiled.
She knows.
Oh fuck.
"You do like me, don't you Teddy?"
"Diana, that's the second zonguldak escort (https://www.pompaci.net/bayan/zonguldak/) time I've..."
"Shush," she said. What was happening between us she wanted left unspoken. But I had to say something.
"Diana, you have to know. It wasn't your elbow that sent me over the edge."
She smiled. "No?"
I think she knew exactly what I meant.
Diana licked her lips and straightened up. "Okay, you're all done. Now get yourself cleaned up and report for duty in my bedroom. You can do my legs later."
Fuck. The way she talks. She's setting herself up to be my Domme. Just like Mom orders Dad around. I was sure of it.
Suddenly, that was okay by me.
When I entered Diana's bedroom, she had the Amazon packages laid out in front of her.
She gestured the chair. "I got you some stay ups. From Charnos. They're really soft and sexy and you don't need any garters. See here, they've got this rubbery band at the top. It kind of sticks to your skin, and it's stretchy so it tightens around your leg and they don't fall down. Here you go. Put 'em on."
"What about you?" I said. "If I'm going to wear these for you, we've already agreed you have to wear some for me."
"You know what Ted? You're absolutely right. It's only fair."
Diana stood and shucked her shorts. Again. So the last time wasn't a rash one-time thing. This was something she was comfortable with. She was wearing very brief, very tight blue panties. She went to her closet, opened drawer number 4 and extracted a pair of stay ups, very similar to mine. She pulled them on like an expert and got them nice and straight. Then she grabbed a tiny loose flowing skirt and pulled it on.
"Better?" she said.
I admired her legs. A lot. "Much," I said.
"Okay go on, it's your turn."
In a minute, I had the nylons on my legs. I adjusted the stay up bands around the welts so they were nice and even around my thigh. They felt a little foreign, and the rubbery tightness around my thigh was...interesting.
Diana motioned me to stand, and when I did, she looked at my legs. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of them. Her stare was really intense. When she put her hand on the inside of my thigh, my cock twitched visibly. Then she went back to her closet and grabbed a pair of heels. These she stepped into. They made her legs longer and even more spectacular.
"A great shoe does miracles for legs," she explained. "See how they make the muscles in my calves and thighs flex? Isn't that wonderful?"
She turned and walked away, rotated on one foot and walked back to me. She put on her sexiest model walk.
"Seriously Di, I'm really enjoying our time together. This is a lot of fun."
Diana smiled. She reached for one of the packages - it looked like a shoe box - and sat in the other chair. She opened the box and pulled out a pair of high-heeled shoes. The heel was chunky, and about 3 inches long. She held them out toward me. "I'm so glad you said that. These are for you."
"Are you kidding, Sis? I can't wear high heels!"
"Why not? I wear heels much higher than these."
"That's not the point. You're a girl."
"So what is the point? Look." Diana leaned forward, her arms on her glossy nylon knees. She looked deeply into my eyes. Her nose was two inches from mine. "Teddy, what happened in the bathroom. You should know it wasn't, it wasn't - well I guess you could say I knew what I was doing."
"So why did you? Why did you make me cum like that?"
"Because, well, I was really horny and I knew we can't have sex. Having a man in my life who I can dress up in beautiful lingerie has been my long-time dream. I've had this fetish for like forever."
Did my sister just say, "we can't have sex"? That means she's been thinking about it. Holy fuck.
"So I thought," Diana continued, "that making you cum, knowing I was about to get you into my nylons soon, would be an image I would, well, that I would..."
She meant that she could masturbate thinking about me wearing her nylons and cumming in front of her. My drop-dead gorgeous sister made me cum so she would have that image in her brain.
I felt myself growing hard again. I looked at her gorgeous legs. I didn't have to do it secretly anymore. I could see through the gap between her thighs. For a second, I thought about whether my cock would fit in there...
No! That's crazy. She said it herself. We can't have sex. I have to be content to stroke it out while thinking about those sexy legs.
"Have you asked any guys about this? Would any of them go along with your fetish?" I would be deliriously surprised if any guys Diana has gone out with would wear nylons for her. But, then again, I have.
"I've hinted it to every guy I've ever dated. Last Saturday night, the guy I was meeting at the restaurant was my best shot. I'd talked to him about it a couple of times and he didn't run. But he didn't take the initiative either. So I decided that if our relationship was going istanbul travesti (https://www.pompaci.net/bayan/istanbul-travesti/) to work out the way I wanted, I had better be very specific. No more hinting. No more settling."
"What did he say?" I could only imagine.
"He told me he needed to think about it. That he'd tell me on Saturday if he was in. I guess I got my answer. He has no idea what a night he missed."
I looked at my sister. She was so despondent.
"So what you're saying is, your no-compromise list for a boyfriend / husband is that he must love to wear your clothes? Including your nylons?"
She nodded vigorously. "Yes, that's it exactly. Why should I compromise? Why settle? Any guy who thinks he's 'too manly' to wear my stockings is no man for me."
"Just your nylons?"
Diana smiled. "It's a start."
Everyone she knew had shied away from her fantasy. But now, I realized I felt a strong pull to Diana's fetish.
"OK Sis. I'll do it, on one condition."
Diana sighed. "What?"
"I want you to model your sexiest lingerie for me. Including stockings. And I get to help you fasten them. And I get to shave your legs."
That surprised her. I could tell she was expecting something sinister. She grinned and clapped her hands together. "Deal."
Diana jumped up and pulled a dozen pairs of shoes out of her closet. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked at me expectantly. I reached for one of the shoes she had bought for me and slipped it onto my foot. Surprisingly, it fit perfectly. Diana had researched well.
"Go on," she said excitedly. "The other one. Put the other one on."
When I did so, she beckoned me to stand. Awkwardly, I did so. Wobbling on two feet, I was afraid my ankles might break sideways. But Diana had chosen a big, chunky heel and I was able to hold my ground.
"Take a walk. Go on, just to the closet and back. Do it, Teddy. You promised."
Fuck I felt awkward. But I powered through it, modeling my new shoes and stockings for the private viewing of my sexy sister.
"OK look." She approached me and stood at my side. "Watch me walk. Step out and land on the heel. Don't put hardly any weight on the heel but roll your foot to the toe. Don't try to land on the toe, you'll fall over. See, heel to toe, heel to toe."
I enjoyed watching my sister's gorgeous legs as she taught me to walk in heels. After several minutes, I managed to walk across the room without stumbling.
"Oooo, you look so, so, so - shit I can't say it." Diana looked genuinely conflicted.
I was fairly sure she was hung up on the word 'sexy'. At the thought of that, my boner only grew. She noticed, of course.
"I see you like them too, Teddy. Mmmm, yes, you like them very much. Ok, come here. Put some nylons on me. No, not like that. Get on your knees mister. On your knees."
There was something about her voice, the way she looked at me. She had instantly taken on a much more authoritarian attitude with me. I had to comply. Her voice left no doubt. I fell to my knees at her feet.
Diana gestured towards one of the Ziplock baggies strewn about her chair. "That one, Teddy. Open it and take out the stockings."
I pulled out a pair of incredibly sheer, light, airy silk. It was the color of my arm. The stockings were long and filmy, with a brown seam and lacey welts. They were nearly transparent. My cock tingled at the thought of these encasing my sister's gorgeous legs.
"Now you're going to put them on me. Carefully."
I began to bunch them up like she'd taught me.
"No, you're going to snag them like that. Put them down."
I looked at Diana. I was puzzled. She'd taken on a new tone with me. Imperious?
"Go to my dresser, fourth drawer, and get a pair of mesh gloves. Hurry up."
I did so. But I guess I wasn't moving fast enough.
"Back on your knees, Teddy. Those are hosiery gloves. Put them on. They'll protect my stockings from your nails. I'm going to have to do something about those nails on your hands."
I lowered myself to within eye level of her knees once again. I was glad to do it, because her thighs were so close to me.
"Take off my stay up stockings. Carefully."
I reached past her knees and put my fingers inside her lacey welts. Slowly, carefully, I began to pull them down her thigh.
I was living one of my wet-dream fantasies. I took my time, because I wanted to savor the moment. She liked that.
"Prepare the nylons for me."
I gathered it up in my hands.
"Good. Now dress me. Put my stockings on my legs. That's a good boy."
Clearly Diana believed I would do anything to touch her legs. She was about right.
She extended her toes to let me place the stocking over them. I pulled it around her ankle. Wordlessly, she put that foot down and raised her other one. I took that to mean she wanted me to put the second stocking on the other foot. I did so.
Then she stood. I was still kneeling at her feet when she issued her next ankara travesti (https://www.pompaci.net/bayan/ankara-travesti/) command. "Come on. Ease them up my legs. Make sure the seams are good and straight. That's it."
Carefully, I drew the nylon up her left leg. I did it mostly from behind her so I could guide the seam properly. But it was my first time and it was a little awkward. I didn't quite get it right.
"No, no, no. You can't expect me to go out like this can you? Do it over. This time, do it right."
It did take a few tries, but eventually I got her stockings up to within an inch of her pussy and nicely lined up.
"Good. Now fasten my garters. Careful now."
It was much easier to do it for her than on my own legs. All I had to do was reposition myself around Diana and carefully push the little rubber nodules into their metal tracks and secure them nice and tight.
There was the added bonus that my face was two inches from her tight, round bum.
"Good boy. You did well. Now you may put my shoes on my feet. Those ones, the red heels."
I picked up one of her beautiful stilettos. The heel was at least five inches long. The shoe sparkled like red metalflake. The toe was long and wickedly pointed. Sexy as hell.
I put my hand around Diana's ankle and picked up her foot. Angling the shoe a bit, I carefully placed her nylon toes into the shoe and pulled it over her heel. I repeated the process for her other foot.
"Now my skirt. Go to the closet and pick one. Go on."
I got up off my knees and went over to her closet. I surveyed all the skirts and dresses hanging there. Only a few days ago I was sitting in that closet fantasizing about my sister's legs inside them.
I found the perfect one. Pure silk, it was only about 14 inches long, so it would be really short on her long legs. The hem flared a bit and the silk was light and feathery.
Diana was standing in her stockings and heels, waiting for me. I kneeled at her side and held her skirt open for her. She stepped into it. Still on my knees, I pulled it up to her waist, zipped it up, and clipped the hidden fastener.
When I had finished, I leaned back on my heels and stared at her legs. Her skirt was ultra short, displaying about 30 inches of leg. Her thighs were at eye level and so close I could kiss them. Adoringly, I gazed up and down the length of her legs, from the tops of her stocking welts and along the prominent muscles in her thighs and calves, beautifully accentuated by the sky-high heels. The delicate arch in her foot was so pronounced, I could actually see a bit of the bottom of her nylon sole in the shoe.
Still on my knees, I took a chance and slid my hand along the full length of her leg, from her hemline to her ankle.
My boner was in full erection mode. My mouth was dry. My heart was pounding. This was the sexiest moment of my life.
I put my hands on the sides of her knees and drew my face to her nylon legs.
"Stop! You're not ready for that."
"Diana, please. I can't stand it. Your legs are the sexiest things in the world. Please."
She sat in the chair and crossed her legs. She pushed the pointed toe of the upper shoe into the underside of my chin.
"You want to worship my legs? Then earn it by kissing my foot. Come on, get that shoe off and show me how much you adore my feet."
I'd never thought about feet as a sex object, but I was willing to try it. I pulled off the shoe and carefully set it aside. I began to kiss the top of her foot. The nylon was glassy smooth and fine. Diana flexed her toes a couple of times so I decided to kiss them gently. I didn't really know what she wanted.
"Come on, kiss them. Make love to my feet Teddy. Here."
She put the ends of her toes on my mouth and wiggled them up and down. I opened my mouth and she slipped her toes right inside. I put my tongue on the underside of her toes and she began to flex them. I closed my mouth and began to suck and lick all her little digits. Diana responded by spreading them apart and so I pushed my tongue against the nylon, trying to push it between her toes.
"Love my feet Teddy. Love them. Here, here's the other one."
Diana slipped off her other shoe and put those toes on my face. Then she began to wiggle and flex them inside my mouth and around my cheeks and eyes.
She sat back and cooed.
"Ohhh, that's so nice. My feet and toes are soooo sensitive. That's it, just like that. Mmmmm, yes, lick them, lick them all over. Nice and wet. Oh. Oh yes."
She started to squirm a bit.
"Lie down, Teddy. Come on, put your head on the floor between my feet."
I did so. Diana shifted the chair so she could put the full weight of her legs on my face. I grabbed her feet and rubbed them all over my cheeks and eyes and mouth. I licked her toes; I lavished the undersides of her beautiful feet with my tongue. She responded with satisfied little oooo's and ahhhh's while she slid her feet all around my face.
She wanted more. She invaded my mouth with all of her toes and wiggled them deeper and deeper. I sucked and licked and kissed them. She pulled one out and wiggled her toes into one of my eyes, while I sucked on the other one. I was her slave, to lavish her feet with everything she wanted.
Oh yeah that was sexy. I never knew. Her toes had gone straight to my cock.
Author's Note
This is a full-length story in several parts. It features a man who cross dresses, at first to attract his gorgeous bisexual sister, but eventually because he discovers he likes it. There is no male gay sex, only because that is not this story. There are several bi females, however. Scenes that appear at first to be forced sex are enjoyed by all parties from the outset, and at times and are more benign that at first thought. Included in later chapters are scenes of incest, bondage, group sex, lesbian sex, FFM, FFFM.
If that's not your thing, fair warning. Probably best to look elsewhere.
This one's a slow burn. If you read chapter one you know what I mean. In chapter two, brother and sister take it up a notch. Grab a pair of nylons and read along.
I'd love some feedback.
Everybody's 18 or over.
~~~</p>
Chapter Two
Saturday morning, our parents left for their road trip. That afternoon, a couple more packages arrived from Amazon for Diana.
Somehow I knew they were really for me. I was excited for the reveal.
That afternoon, Diana came into my room. "Put on your bathing suit and come with me," she said.
My bathing suit? That made me curious.
When I joined her in the hall, she led me to the bathroom. A bath was running.
"Get in," she said. "I'm going to shave your legs. Even though your blonde body hair is so fine, you're too hairy for what I bought for you."
"Sis, really? That's crazy," I said. "No way. I can't..."
Before I could get another word in, she crossed the space between us and put her lips to my ear. Her wet tongue caressed my ear canal, then she whispered, "It'll be worth it Teddy. Believe me."
In reality, I was okay with this. I looked forward to having Diana's hands on me. And I wasn't disappointed. The water was luxurious and hot. She took a big soft sponge and washed my legs, getting them all soapy.
"See Teddy, how nice this feels? Girls love to take baths. Now you know why."
On her knees outside the tub, Diana carefully drew a little razor up and down my legs. She was leaving smooth tracks in the wake of the blade. The feeling was incredibly exotic. When she got to my inner thighs, she lingered.
The soapy warmth of the water, the light stroking of the razor on my softened skin, seeing my gorgeous sister leaning into the tub, wearing a two-sizes-too-small tank top, which was getting really wet by the way, well, it was nearly overwhelming.
When she placed her fingers on the inside of my thigh to help her guide the razor, the feeling was electric.
My bathing suit developed quite the bulge. This time, my sister didn't ignore it.
"You like this, don't you?" she asked. I nodded. "Maybe I should have you shave my legs."
It was a tease. Right? But if there was the slightest chance...
"Yes," I broke in. "I'd love to."
Diana smiled. She turned her attention to my lower legs. As she stroked the razor, her elbow pushed into my dick. Not once. Several times. She had to have noticed.
My gaze swept across her tiny waist, to the marvelous swell of her breasts, to the masses of platinum hair falling into the tub onto my stomach. As I felt her hands on my legs, guiding the razor, holding my thighs firmly so as not to cut me, I began to feel the stoppable pressure of an orgasm coming on.
"Diana," I breathed. "Diana, I, I, you have to stop. I'm, I'm, I'm..."
She turned her head to look at me. As she did so, her elbow mashed right into my glans. She had to have done it on purpose. She had to.
It seems my sister is a lot more empathetic than I ever knew. She's a sexy looking woman, to be sure. But there's more. She has this inner sexuality that I was only beginning to appreciate for its intensity. I realize that Diana doesn't just look sexy. She is sexy. She's entirely sexual. Her face, her body, her hair...and now I was realizing her sensuality extends to her brain. Her eyes are the window to that sex brain. She's fully connected to her sexuality and through her eyes, I'm fully ensnared.
So when she paused to look at me, her full pink lips puckered, just a little. The tip of her tongue poked between them. And when those big, brown eyes shifted their gaze from my eyes to my mouth, I couldn't take it any longer. Her pheromones, the erotic sight of this gorgeous woman's eyes fixed on mine, her fingers on my soapy legs, all this wrapped up my brain inside a hot wet blanket and shut it down. A shock wave rushed to my groin.
I blew my load. Again. Right into my suit. I tried to cover it up with soapy bubbles so she wouldn't notice.
Yes her elbow helped. Yes she was touching me all over my legs. But it was her face, the intensity of her gaze, her raw sexuality that drove me over the edge.
And what did she do then?
She pressed her elbow into me harder. And she smiled.
She knows.
Oh fuck.
"You do like me, don't you Teddy?"
"Diana, that's the second zonguldak escort (https://www.pompaci.net/bayan/zonguldak/) time I've..."
"Shush," she said. What was happening between us she wanted left unspoken. But I had to say something.
"Diana, you have to know. It wasn't your elbow that sent me over the edge."
She smiled. "No?"
I think she knew exactly what I meant.
Diana licked her lips and straightened up. "Okay, you're all done. Now get yourself cleaned up and report for duty in my bedroom. You can do my legs later."
Fuck. The way she talks. She's setting herself up to be my Domme. Just like Mom orders Dad around. I was sure of it.
Suddenly, that was okay by me.
When I entered Diana's bedroom, she had the Amazon packages laid out in front of her.
She gestured the chair. "I got you some stay ups. From Charnos. They're really soft and sexy and you don't need any garters. See here, they've got this rubbery band at the top. It kind of sticks to your skin, and it's stretchy so it tightens around your leg and they don't fall down. Here you go. Put 'em on."
"What about you?" I said. "If I'm going to wear these for you, we've already agreed you have to wear some for me."
"You know what Ted? You're absolutely right. It's only fair."
Diana stood and shucked her shorts. Again. So the last time wasn't a rash one-time thing. This was something she was comfortable with. She was wearing very brief, very tight blue panties. She went to her closet, opened drawer number 4 and extracted a pair of stay ups, very similar to mine. She pulled them on like an expert and got them nice and straight. Then she grabbed a tiny loose flowing skirt and pulled it on.
"Better?" she said.
I admired her legs. A lot. "Much," I said.
"Okay go on, it's your turn."
In a minute, I had the nylons on my legs. I adjusted the stay up bands around the welts so they were nice and even around my thigh. They felt a little foreign, and the rubbery tightness around my thigh was...interesting.
Diana motioned me to stand, and when I did, she looked at my legs. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of them. Her stare was really intense. When she put her hand on the inside of my thigh, my cock twitched visibly. Then she went back to her closet and grabbed a pair of heels. These she stepped into. They made her legs longer and even more spectacular.
"A great shoe does miracles for legs," she explained. "See how they make the muscles in my calves and thighs flex? Isn't that wonderful?"
She turned and walked away, rotated on one foot and walked back to me. She put on her sexiest model walk.
"Seriously Di, I'm really enjoying our time together. This is a lot of fun."
Diana smiled. She reached for one of the packages - it looked like a shoe box - and sat in the other chair. She opened the box and pulled out a pair of high-heeled shoes. The heel was chunky, and about 3 inches long. She held them out toward me. "I'm so glad you said that. These are for you."
"Are you kidding, Sis? I can't wear high heels!"
"Why not? I wear heels much higher than these."
"That's not the point. You're a girl."
"So what is the point? Look." Diana leaned forward, her arms on her glossy nylon knees. She looked deeply into my eyes. Her nose was two inches from mine. "Teddy, what happened in the bathroom. You should know it wasn't, it wasn't - well I guess you could say I knew what I was doing."
"So why did you? Why did you make me cum like that?"
"Because, well, I was really horny and I knew we can't have sex. Having a man in my life who I can dress up in beautiful lingerie has been my long-time dream. I've had this fetish for like forever."
Did my sister just say, "we can't have sex"? That means she's been thinking about it. Holy fuck.
"So I thought," Diana continued, "that making you cum, knowing I was about to get you into my nylons soon, would be an image I would, well, that I would..."
She meant that she could masturbate thinking about me wearing her nylons and cumming in front of her. My drop-dead gorgeous sister made me cum so she would have that image in her brain.
I felt myself growing hard again. I looked at her gorgeous legs. I didn't have to do it secretly anymore. I could see through the gap between her thighs. For a second, I thought about whether my cock would fit in there...
No! That's crazy. She said it herself. We can't have sex. I have to be content to stroke it out while thinking about those sexy legs.
"Have you asked any guys about this? Would any of them go along with your fetish?" I would be deliriously surprised if any guys Diana has gone out with would wear nylons for her. But, then again, I have.
"I've hinted it to every guy I've ever dated. Last Saturday night, the guy I was meeting at the restaurant was my best shot. I'd talked to him about it a couple of times and he didn't run. But he didn't take the initiative either. So I decided that if our relationship was going istanbul travesti (https://www.pompaci.net/bayan/istanbul-travesti/) to work out the way I wanted, I had better be very specific. No more hinting. No more settling."
"What did he say?" I could only imagine.
"He told me he needed to think about it. That he'd tell me on Saturday if he was in. I guess I got my answer. He has no idea what a night he missed."
I looked at my sister. She was so despondent.
"So what you're saying is, your no-compromise list for a boyfriend / husband is that he must love to wear your clothes? Including your nylons?"
She nodded vigorously. "Yes, that's it exactly. Why should I compromise? Why settle? Any guy who thinks he's 'too manly' to wear my stockings is no man for me."
"Just your nylons?"
Diana smiled. "It's a start."
Everyone she knew had shied away from her fantasy. But now, I realized I felt a strong pull to Diana's fetish.
"OK Sis. I'll do it, on one condition."
Diana sighed. "What?"
"I want you to model your sexiest lingerie for me. Including stockings. And I get to help you fasten them. And I get to shave your legs."
That surprised her. I could tell she was expecting something sinister. She grinned and clapped her hands together. "Deal."
Diana jumped up and pulled a dozen pairs of shoes out of her closet. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked at me expectantly. I reached for one of the shoes she had bought for me and slipped it onto my foot. Surprisingly, it fit perfectly. Diana had researched well.
"Go on," she said excitedly. "The other one. Put the other one on."
When I did so, she beckoned me to stand. Awkwardly, I did so. Wobbling on two feet, I was afraid my ankles might break sideways. But Diana had chosen a big, chunky heel and I was able to hold my ground.
"Take a walk. Go on, just to the closet and back. Do it, Teddy. You promised."
Fuck I felt awkward. But I powered through it, modeling my new shoes and stockings for the private viewing of my sexy sister.
"OK look." She approached me and stood at my side. "Watch me walk. Step out and land on the heel. Don't put hardly any weight on the heel but roll your foot to the toe. Don't try to land on the toe, you'll fall over. See, heel to toe, heel to toe."
I enjoyed watching my sister's gorgeous legs as she taught me to walk in heels. After several minutes, I managed to walk across the room without stumbling.
"Oooo, you look so, so, so - shit I can't say it." Diana looked genuinely conflicted.
I was fairly sure she was hung up on the word 'sexy'. At the thought of that, my boner only grew. She noticed, of course.
"I see you like them too, Teddy. Mmmm, yes, you like them very much. Ok, come here. Put some nylons on me. No, not like that. Get on your knees mister. On your knees."
There was something about her voice, the way she looked at me. She had instantly taken on a much more authoritarian attitude with me. I had to comply. Her voice left no doubt. I fell to my knees at her feet.
Diana gestured towards one of the Ziplock baggies strewn about her chair. "That one, Teddy. Open it and take out the stockings."
I pulled out a pair of incredibly sheer, light, airy silk. It was the color of my arm. The stockings were long and filmy, with a brown seam and lacey welts. They were nearly transparent. My cock tingled at the thought of these encasing my sister's gorgeous legs.
"Now you're going to put them on me. Carefully."
I began to bunch them up like she'd taught me.
"No, you're going to snag them like that. Put them down."
I looked at Diana. I was puzzled. She'd taken on a new tone with me. Imperious?
"Go to my dresser, fourth drawer, and get a pair of mesh gloves. Hurry up."
I did so. But I guess I wasn't moving fast enough.
"Back on your knees, Teddy. Those are hosiery gloves. Put them on. They'll protect my stockings from your nails. I'm going to have to do something about those nails on your hands."
I lowered myself to within eye level of her knees once again. I was glad to do it, because her thighs were so close to me.
"Take off my stay up stockings. Carefully."
I reached past her knees and put my fingers inside her lacey welts. Slowly, carefully, I began to pull them down her thigh.
I was living one of my wet-dream fantasies. I took my time, because I wanted to savor the moment. She liked that.
"Prepare the nylons for me."
I gathered it up in my hands.
"Good. Now dress me. Put my stockings on my legs. That's a good boy."
Clearly Diana believed I would do anything to touch her legs. She was about right.
She extended her toes to let me place the stocking over them. I pulled it around her ankle. Wordlessly, she put that foot down and raised her other one. I took that to mean she wanted me to put the second stocking on the other foot. I did so.
Then she stood. I was still kneeling at her feet when she issued her next ankara travesti (https://www.pompaci.net/bayan/ankara-travesti/) command. "Come on. Ease them up my legs. Make sure the seams are good and straight. That's it."
Carefully, I drew the nylon up her left leg. I did it mostly from behind her so I could guide the seam properly. But it was my first time and it was a little awkward. I didn't quite get it right.
"No, no, no. You can't expect me to go out like this can you? Do it over. This time, do it right."
It did take a few tries, but eventually I got her stockings up to within an inch of her pussy and nicely lined up.
"Good. Now fasten my garters. Careful now."
It was much easier to do it for her than on my own legs. All I had to do was reposition myself around Diana and carefully push the little rubber nodules into their metal tracks and secure them nice and tight.
There was the added bonus that my face was two inches from her tight, round bum.
"Good boy. You did well. Now you may put my shoes on my feet. Those ones, the red heels."
I picked up one of her beautiful stilettos. The heel was at least five inches long. The shoe sparkled like red metalflake. The toe was long and wickedly pointed. Sexy as hell.
I put my hand around Diana's ankle and picked up her foot. Angling the shoe a bit, I carefully placed her nylon toes into the shoe and pulled it over her heel. I repeated the process for her other foot.
"Now my skirt. Go to the closet and pick one. Go on."
I got up off my knees and went over to her closet. I surveyed all the skirts and dresses hanging there. Only a few days ago I was sitting in that closet fantasizing about my sister's legs inside them.
I found the perfect one. Pure silk, it was only about 14 inches long, so it would be really short on her long legs. The hem flared a bit and the silk was light and feathery.
Diana was standing in her stockings and heels, waiting for me. I kneeled at her side and held her skirt open for her. She stepped into it. Still on my knees, I pulled it up to her waist, zipped it up, and clipped the hidden fastener.
When I had finished, I leaned back on my heels and stared at her legs. Her skirt was ultra short, displaying about 30 inches of leg. Her thighs were at eye level and so close I could kiss them. Adoringly, I gazed up and down the length of her legs, from the tops of her stocking welts and along the prominent muscles in her thighs and calves, beautifully accentuated by the sky-high heels. The delicate arch in her foot was so pronounced, I could actually see a bit of the bottom of her nylon sole in the shoe.
Still on my knees, I took a chance and slid my hand along the full length of her leg, from her hemline to her ankle.
My boner was in full erection mode. My mouth was dry. My heart was pounding. This was the sexiest moment of my life.
I put my hands on the sides of her knees and drew my face to her nylon legs.
"Stop! You're not ready for that."
"Diana, please. I can't stand it. Your legs are the sexiest things in the world. Please."
She sat in the chair and crossed her legs. She pushed the pointed toe of the upper shoe into the underside of my chin.
"You want to worship my legs? Then earn it by kissing my foot. Come on, get that shoe off and show me how much you adore my feet."
I'd never thought about feet as a sex object, but I was willing to try it. I pulled off the shoe and carefully set it aside. I began to kiss the top of her foot. The nylon was glassy smooth and fine. Diana flexed her toes a couple of times so I decided to kiss them gently. I didn't really know what she wanted.
"Come on, kiss them. Make love to my feet Teddy. Here."
She put the ends of her toes on my mouth and wiggled them up and down. I opened my mouth and she slipped her toes right inside. I put my tongue on the underside of her toes and she began to flex them. I closed my mouth and began to suck and lick all her little digits. Diana responded by spreading them apart and so I pushed my tongue against the nylon, trying to push it between her toes.
"Love my feet Teddy. Love them. Here, here's the other one."
Diana slipped off her other shoe and put those toes on my face. Then she began to wiggle and flex them inside my mouth and around my cheeks and eyes.
She sat back and cooed.
"Ohhh, that's so nice. My feet and toes are soooo sensitive. That's it, just like that. Mmmmm, yes, lick them, lick them all over. Nice and wet. Oh. Oh yes."
She started to squirm a bit.
"Lie down, Teddy. Come on, put your head on the floor between my feet."
I did so. Diana shifted the chair so she could put the full weight of her legs on my face. I grabbed her feet and rubbed them all over my cheeks and eyes and mouth. I licked her toes; I lavished the undersides of her beautiful feet with my tongue. She responded with satisfied little oooo's and ahhhh's while she slid her feet all around my face.
She wanted more. She invaded my mouth with all of her toes and wiggled them deeper and deeper. I sucked and licked and kissed them. She pulled one out and wiggled her toes into one of my eyes, while I sucked on the other one. I was her slave, to lavish her feet with everything she wanted.
Oh yeah that was sexy. I never knew. Her toes had gone straight to my cock.