Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2019 05:45:50 +0000
From: Michele Nylons <michelenylons@msn.com>
Subject: Bisexual Incest Story - Son You Know We Shouldn't - Part Four

Son; You K

Son; You Know We Shouldn't – Part 4
By
Michele Nylons

The Cashmore house was quiet and tense all day Sunday; you could have cut
the tension with a knife.  Jennifer was perplexed; she didn't know whether
to confront her mother, her brother, or just leave their dirty secret a
dirty secret.

Michele could tell that something was bothering her daughter; Jennifer had
been cold and remote ever since she and David had returned from their
Saturday afternoon fuck-fest.  Did she suspect?  Did she know something?
Michele was worried.  She cornered David in the kitchen just after lunch.

"She knows David!  She knows something!" Michele hissed.

"Settle down mom; she's just moody is all," David whispered.

"She's separated from her husband and cooped up here with us; no wonder
she's batty; but why would she suspect anything?"

David stroked his mother's shoulder and, checking to make sure the door was
closed, he kissed her quickly on the lips.

"Jesus David I wish she'd move out; this sneaking around is very
unnerving," Michele sighed.

"But fun though," David slid his hand under his mothers skirt and stroked
the front panel of her satin panties.

"Stop it you naughty boy," Michele giggled and squeezed the bulge in the
front of her son's trousers; she traced the outline of his manhood through
his denim jeans with a long red fingernail and then pushed him away.

"Not in the house!" she mouthed silently at him and turned on her heels for
the door to the lounge room.

She flicked up the hem of her skirt giving David a quick peek at her red
satin bikini panties; she smiled mischievously at him and then opened the
door and stepped into the lounge.

David went up to his room and fired up his computer.  He opened up the
hidden `MILF' folder.  The folder contained a subfolder called `MOM'; a new
shaded subfolder now existed beside it.  It read `SIS'.  David opened it up
and opened the video file.

He watched the video footage he had secretly taken of his sister as she lay
on his mother's bed.  She was fully clothed but had pulled down her
pantyhose and knickers and was fucking herself with her mother's vibrator.
She pushed the vibrator inside her vagina and fucked herself with long slow
strokes while she fingered her clitty with her free hand.  She removed the
throbbing vibrator and ran it over her clitty and screwed up her eyes as
her orgasm shook her.

David opened the top drawer of his desk and removed the items he had stolen
from the laundry basket earlier that day.  It was the very same pair of
panties still entangled in the sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose that his sister
was wearing in the video.

David bought the flimsy garments to his face and inhaled his sister's
scent.  The aromas of her perfume and vaginal secretions assaulted his nose
and he released his thickening penis from his flies and began to stroke it.
He desperately wanted to wrap the knickers and hose around his cock and
come in them but he was saving them for something special.  Instead he
reached into the drawer again and extracted a pair of his mother's
stockings.

He draped the leg of a stocking over his penis and gasped as the diaphanous
fabric slid over his glans.  He tightened his grip and began to frantically
pump his engorged organ, he was close to climax in seconds.  The beige
coloured nylon suddenly darkened as he ejaculated and his semen soaked into
the stocking.  The stain spread and gobbets of creamy ejaculate seeped
through the sheer fabric and stuck to his fingers.

David groaned and inhaled the odours infused in his sister's panties as his
orgasm washed over him.  He stared at the video of his sister fucking
herself with the vibrator and smiled wickedly.  As he cleaned himself up,
wiping his slowly subsiding erection with his mother's stocking, he thought
about how he would execute his cunning plan.

His plan was bold.  It was risky and could easily backfire but he had to
confront his sister before she told anyone about he and his mother's
illicit behaviour, or even worse, confronted his mother.  David had not
consulted his mother regarding his cunning plan and had certainly not
confirmed her suspicions that Jennifer knew about their incestuous
relationship.

David worked on his computer late into the night, stopping only for a quick
dinner, and once again to masturbate; this time to video footage of him
fucking his mother doggy style.  She was fully clothed and he had hiked up
her skirt, pulled down her knickers and pushed himself into the folds of
her sopping cunt and fucked her until she screamed with excitement and
ground her ample buttocks against his groin as she came; then he had pulled
out and shot his load over her back and her arse-cheeks and thighs.

His spunk pooled on her skirt and ran in rivulets down her plump white
buttocks and thighs and soaked into the welts of her stockings.  His mother
had chided him about coming over her good suit but he had caught her on his
hidden camera the next day masturbating while she licked the crusty dried
semen stains off her skirt.

Monday morning his mother and sister had left for work.  David had dressed
in his school uniform and made a pretext of preparing himself for another
school week.  When the house was vacant he went up to his bedroom and began
to compose an email.  He waited until nine thirty then he called Jennifer
on the office phone where she was temping as a secretary.  As soon as he
heard her say hello he hung up.

Sure that his sister was at her desk he clicked the send button on the
email and waited for a response.

The email read:

`Jennifer, I know you know.  I also know about you! We need to talk.  Come
home for lunch; tell no one!  Hope you like the attachments.

Love, David'

David had attached several screenshots of his sister lying her mother's bed
fucking herself with her mother's dildo.

Jennifer paled and nearly fainted when she opened the email.  She started
to shake and had to gasp for air to get her breathing under control.  She
looked vigilantly around the office and confirmed that no one could see her
computer screen in her small cramped cubicle.  She opened the email
attachments again.

"The little fuck!" she whispered.

It was obvious to her now that somehow David had somehow activated the
hidden camera in their mother's bedroom.  She was sure that the camera
wasn't recording when she had sat down on her mother's bed, but somehow
that bastard had activated the camera and filmed her masturbating with her
mother's vibrator.

Maybe the camera was on a timer or had a motion sensor or something!  The
fact of the matter was; it didn't matter!  Her brother now had evidence of
her own indiscretions.  Sure; it was not as dreadful as the evidence she
had of her brother's incest but it was damning just the same.  She was sure
her brother was going to blackmail her with the video footage to make sure
she that didn't tell anyone about his incestuous relationship with their
mother!

She picked up her cigarettes and stomped out of the office after first
locking her computer.  She stalked up and down the outside smoking area
puffing on one cigarette after another as she tried to figure out what she
was going to do.  She sat down on a bench and put her face into her hands
and quietly sobbed.  She pulled herself together and set her resolve.  She
would go home at lunchtime and confront the little weasel!

Jennifer looked up and saw that a middle-aged man in a business suit was
sitting across from her staring intently at her legs.  In her distressed
state she had allowed her skirt to ride up and her legs to spread far
enough apart to reveal the dark bands of her control-top pantyhose and her
white satin panties under the dark nylon gusset.  The man had an obvious
erection tenting the front of his trousers.

"Here! Get a fucking eyeful you fucking perv!" Jennifer spat, spreading her
legs wide and showing off the crotch of her panties under her control-tops.

The man was shaken from his reverie and looked guiltily away; the other
smokers in the small smoking area stared at her incredulously.

"Fucking men! They're all perverts!" she screeched at the small group of
stunned onlookers.

The got to her feet, smoothed her skirt and stormed off; her high-heels
echoing off the concrete path.  She replied to the email David had sent
her.

`See you at lunch'

At twelve thirty David sat at his computer desk in his bedroom; the
curtains were drawn; only the light of his desk lamp illuminated the room.
He heard the front door open and close and then the click-clack of his
sister's high-heels on the stairs.  The door opened slowly and Jennifer
entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her.  She had fixed her
makeup and composed herself in the car on the way over.  She smelled of
freshly applied perfume, Poison, David's favourite, and cigarette smoke.

David looked up from where he sat in front of his computer screen and
grinned at her.

"You evil little bastard," Jennifer hissed.

"I never thought I'd see the day when I would come to hate my own brother!"

"Easy sis!  Let's not let our emotions run away on us here; we can fix both
of our problems quite easily," David smiled.

Jennifer looked at the computer screen and saw that David had placed the
cursor over an icon that was named `Send All'.  She knew that David majored
in computer science at school and that he was a whiz at program writing and
coding; this didn't bode well.

"Let me explain how this is going to work," David said.

"I'm sure you have heard of phisting, worms, viruses, hacking and backdoors
and other such Internet jargon haven't you Jennifer?"

She nodded her head in response amazed at her brother's audacity.  Here she
was about to confront him about his incestuous relationship with their
mother and he was giving her a lecture about computer programming!

"Well yesterday, using techniques I won't bore you with, I hacked into your
work and personal computers and stole your email address books and your
login and passwords for your messenger and personal network sites."

"All I have to do is click this button and the streaming video of you
fucking yourself with mom's vibrator will be sent to every person in your
email address books and will also be posted on your Facebook and Twitter
websites."

Jennifer inhaled abruptly as she watched her brother circle the cursor
around the `Send All' button.  She had expected him to blackmail her with
the video footage but not to this extent.

"Your secret's safe David; do you really think I'd tell anyone about you
and mom your dirty little secret?  Do you really think I'd see my own
mother go to jail and the family shamed?"

"Oh no; I didn't really think you would do that.  I thought you might tell
mom what you knew and threaten her to make her stop. But that's not going
to happen now is it?" David replied smarmily.

"Ok!  You win David.  Now I'd appreciate if you would spend the rest of the
day dismantling your little program.  I'm going back to work and then I'm
going to look for my own apartment; I can't stay here knowing what's going
on under this roof!" Jennifer turned on her heels to leave.

"Not so fast Jennifer!" David barked.

She spun around and saw that he still held the cursor over the send button.

"That's not all I want!"

Jennifer paled; what could the little fuck want now?  Money?

"Show me," David whispered, his voice croaked.

"Show you what?" Jennifer answered, exasperated.

"You know what," he murmured.

Jennifer felt faint; David's eyes locked on her thighs and then scanned her
legs and lower body.  Surely he couldn't mean...

"I want to see them," he grunted.

"David you don't mean..." her voice trailed off as she looked into her
brother's cold blue eyes.

"LIFT YOUR SKIRT RIGHT NOW!!!!" his bellow echoed around the quiet empty
house and Jennifer visibly jumped.

David deliberately moved the cursor over the send button and gently tapped
the mouse.

"Five, four, three, two..."

"Ok! Ok! Ok!" Jennifer beseeched him; holding out her hands as a sign of
her supplication.

"David; are sure you want to do this?  I'm your sister and I'm thirty-two
years old and you're only sixteen for god's sake!" she begged.

"Three, two, one..."

Jennifer shot her hands down to the hem of her skirt and slowly began to
lift it up her thighs.

She had worn a teal business suit to work this morning; the skirt was lined
so she hadn't worn a slip, the hem rested six inches above her knees; a
kick-pleat was tailored into the rear of the skirt.  She wore a salmon-pink
satin camisole blouse to complement the suit, and four-inch stiletto
pumps. She had selected a pair of expensive high-sheen taupe control-top
pantyhose, white full-cut satin panties and matching bra to complete her
lingerie ensemble.

Like her mother, Jennifer was a little plump with great legs large breasts
and an attractive face.  She wore her hair in a jet-black bob which she
kept dyed and coiffured.  She wore heavy makeup: blue, pink and green
eyeshadow to complement her suit and her hazel eyes, black mascara and
eyeliner, rouged cheeks and ruby-red lipstick and nailpolish.

Jennifer liked gold jewellery: gold drop earrings glittered through her
black hair, a gold necklace and pendant-set accentuated her décolletage
which was nicely framed by the scalloped-neck camisole, gold bangles,
bracelets and a large gold watch glittered on her wrists.  She had gold
rings on most of her fingers; conspicuously absent were her wedding band
and engagement ring.  She even had a fine gold chain clipped around her
left ankle; it sparkled in the dim light reflecting little flickers of
light glistening along her lustrous hosiery.

David gasped as the hem of his sister's skirt slid slowly up her thighs;
the room was deathly quiet and he could hear the gentle rasp of the
material of her skirt as is slid along her nylons.  He could hear his own
deep breaths and those of his sister.  She was sobbing, but almost
silently, she wasn't crying, no tears ran down her cheeks.  Jennifer closed
her eyes and tried to send her conscious self to another place.

"Keep going Sis; all the way up," David whispered when she faltered.

Jennifer felt the cool air against her thighs as her skirt rose higher; the
dark coffee-coloured bands of her control-tops came into view.  The
expensive hosiery glistened; the hosiery did not have a cotton gusset sewn
into the crotch and Jennifer's white full-cut satin panties could be
discerned through the darker nylon of the control-top pantyhose.  David's
cock was rampant; seeing his sister close up in real life was infinitely
more arousing than the video he had of her or the touch and the smell her
soiled panties.

She looked gorgeous and smelt divine.  Her perfume drifted to his nose and
he inhaled her scent.

She stood stock still, eyes closed, holding the hem of her skirt delicately
in her fingers, her red-painted fingernails in stark contrast to the teal
fabric of the skirt.  Her well-toned legs, clad in shimmering taupe
pantyhose with the coffee-coloured control-top were slightly parted, David
followed her thighs down to her calves and her ankles and feet shod in the
high-heeled pumps and he sighed with desire.

Her legs were slightly parted and the tops of her thighs met just before
her crotch; the nylon hissed as she moved to adjust her stance.  Her
panties glowed a ghostly white under the dark hose and David thought he
could feel the heat emanating from her sex; a discrete musky odour drifted
towards his nose.

"Ok David you've had your fun; can I lower my skirt please?" Jennifer asked
in a subdued tone, hoping that her brother had humiliated her enough.

She kept her eyes closed and tried to repress the feelings of indignity and
shame that she felt.  A thirty-two-year-old married woman had allowed
herself to be blackmailed and extorted by a sixteen-year-old schoolboy.
Her brother no less!

But deep in her subconscious, down in the dark place where she seldom ever
went; down in the place where she had discovered the warped psyche that had
made her reach into the drawer and take out her mother's vibrator, vague
feelings began to stir.  Jennifer felt her vaginal secretions begin to
flow.  She sighed and tried to repress the scintilla of desire that was
awakening in her.

David sensed more than actually heard his sister sigh; her body shifted
slightly and somehow he could feel the sense of resignation that radiated
from his sister; he also thought the vague muskiness that he could smell
was starting to grow in intensity.  He smiled and slowly reached out a
hand.

"Just a little longer Sis and you can go back to work," he whispered.

Jennifer held the hem of her skirt at waist height and tried to think of
anything but sex but her mind kept replaying the video she had seen on
David's computer only two days ago.

Her mother lay on the bed dressed in a red satin basque, fully-fashioned
black silk stockings and black high-heeled pumps.  She was wearing heavy
makeup and gold jewellery.  Her legs were spread wide, her back was arched
and her face was contorted in ecstasy.  She held David's face in her hands
while he performed cunnilingus on her.

Then the apparition changed; it wasn't her mother lying on the bed; it was
Jennifer!

She shivered just as David's hand lightly caressed her thigh.

"David? What are you going!" she demanded.

"Stand still Jennifer; the cursor is still on the send button; one click
and you're fucked!"  David whispered back.

Jennifer kept her eyes screwed closed as she felt her brothers fingers
slowly explore her thighs; his fingers lightly caressing her nylon-clad
legs.  She hated to admit to herself but it felt quite erotic.

David ran his fingers lightly over his sister's thighs relishing the feel
of the cool sleek nylon on his fingertips.  He ran his hands down her legs
all the way to her ankles causing him to bend forward so that his head was
only inches from his sister's panty-encased pubis.  He could smell her
secretions and her perfume a lot stronger now and his cock was
uncomfortably hard in his jeans.

Jennifer gasped when her brother ran his hands down her legs; she shivered
slightly and was unsure if it loathing or lust that made her do so.  Deep
down she knew it was a little of both.  She could feel his hot breath on
her legs and crotch and although her eyes remained screwed shut could sense
his face was only inches from her most intimate parts.

David ran his hands slowly back up Jennifer's legs and stopped to explore
the change in texture where the dark welts of the control-tops began near
the top of her thighs.  The fabric was still sheer and slippery but it felt
slightly coarser, he adored the contrast and ran his hands continually over
where the taupe nylon changed to the darker coffee colour.

Jennifer's breathing was deepening and David noticed.  He slid his hand up
to the top of her thigh and stroked the place where her thigh met her
pelvis.

"David!" Jennifer warned him, but he felt the protest was symbolic.

Jennifer's knees had began to buckle and she fought hard to keep her
balance.  Her breathing was sharp and erratic.  A warm glow, a precursor to
arousal, smouldered inside her; inflamed by the sensations invoked when her
brother caressed the very top of her thigh.

David used his free hand to unzip his flies while he gently stroked his
sister's thigh with the other hand.  His erection sprang free but he was
too scared to touch it lest he bring on an unwanted premature orgasm.

Jennifer heard the ominous sound of her brother's zip being opened but she
subconsciously suppressed what the consequences might be.  For the moment
it was taking all of her will to remain standing as her body responded to
the continued manipulation of her sensitive flesh.

David was now certain that his sister was getting sexually aroused and he
decided to test how far she was willing to let him go before her shame and
rage overcame her reluctant acquiescence to his blackmail.

He ran his hands up the outside of her thighs and across the waistband at
the top of her pantyhose and then began to slide a finger down the gossamer
fabric slowly tracing the seam that ran down the middle of the pantyhose
gusset.

"David!!!" Jennifer shouted; her eyes sprang open.

She looked down to see her brother intently staring at his finger as he
slowly traced the raised pantyhose seam down her belly.  She could feel the
pressure of his finger through the layers of nylon and satin and it was
quite arousing.  Her pig of a husband had stopped being gentle and
forgotten about foreplay a long time ago.  On the scant few times they had
sex; he just pushed himself inside her and ejaculated; providing of course
he could even maintain an erection.

David's ministrations, although elicited through blackmail, were quite
tender and erotic.  But she had to stop him now or acknowledge that she was
no longer being coerced and had become a willing participant.

She looked down again and saw David's engorged penis for the first time.
It stood proudly protruding from his groin, long thick and hard.  The skin
of his shaft was pale and pulsing blue veins were visible beneath the
translucent sheath; his glans was shiny, bulbous and purple-pink.  A bead
of transparent pre-seminal fluid seeped from the eye.

Jennifer unconsciously licked her lips.

"Brother; you know we shouldn't," she whispered, her voice husky.

David followed the pantyhose seam down to his sister's crotch and his
finger slid between her legs into the warm silkiness of her crotch.
Jennifer gasped and opened her stance to allow her brother access to her
sex.

David caressed his sister's pubis through the layers of her underwear.  Her
pantyhose were loose around the crotch area and he began to stroke her
mound.  The nylon hose rubbed across her satin panties, the whisper of the
diaphanous materials rasping together the only sound in the silent house
other than the laboured breathing of brother and sister.

"Oh Christ David!" Jennifer moaned; she fell forward, supporting herself by
putting her hands on her brother's shoulders.

Her skirt fell back down into place and she impatiently unzipped the side
and let it fall around her ankles and then she kicked it aside and resumed
her previous position; feet apart, knees bent, her pubis thrust forward
lasciviously.

Little sparks of pleasure ran through her sex, ignited by the constant
friction of her pantyhose gusset rubbing against her satin knickers.  She
bent her knees wantonly and opened up her thighs further, encouraging David
to explore her cunt.

David felt the heat of his sister's cunt through the layers of slinky
material and was rewarded with the first indication of dampness.  He pushed
his finger further into the layers of nylon and panty material and traced
the outline of Jennifer's outer lips.  She bucked against him and he pushed
his finger in deeper until he could feel her labia, then he began to slowly
stroke his sister's cunt occasionally twisting his finger so that his
knuckle pressed against her clitoris.

Jennifer stood precariously balanced on her high-heels, her legs spread,
bent at the knees as she rocked back and forth pushing her silken-clad
pussy against her brother's fingers.  She looked like a wanton whore; her
lewd pose, her head thrown back, purring and meowing.

David twisted around on the swivel seat so that he was facing his sister;
he put a hand around her waist and pulled her body to him until his head
rested on her belly.  Jennifer shucked forward until she was straddling her
brother and sat down on lap.  They were now face to face, she sitting on
his lap her legs straddling his, his hand still buried in her crotch his
fingers exploring her sex through her knickers and hose.

She looked into her brother's eyes and finally broke into a smile.

"You are a blackmailing little shit."

She leaned forward and kissed him; sliding her tongue inside his mouth.

"David, I'm old enough to be your mom," Jennifer said; her last attempt to
diffuse the situation before it went beyond the point of no return.

 "Yeah that's right; and you know what I'm doing to her!" David replied and
drove a finger inside his sister forcing the material of her hose and
panties inside her slick wet vagina.

Jennifer shuddered and wriggled on David's lap as ripples of intense
pleasure radiated from her sex.

"Oh God David; let me take my pantyhose and knickers down," she gasped.

David held Jennifer down on his lap with his arm around her waist and
entwined the fingers of his free hand in the gusset of her pantyhose and
tore a hole in the crotch.  He snaked his hand inside the hole, making it
bigger, and then he slithered his fingers inside the sopping crotch of her
satin panties and probed her labia.  He flicked her clitty with his thumb
and slid two fingers inside her hot wet vagina.

Jennifer drummed her heels on the floor as her arousal intensified.  She
pushed herself forward, her nylon-encased buttocks slid easily along her
brother's thighs.  Her crotch was only inches from her brother's hard cock
and David's wrist was starting to cramp as his arm adjusted to the awkward
position.  He put his free hand under Jennifer's buttocks and tried to lift
her; his intent was obvious, he wanted to lift his sister up and impale her
on his cock.

Jennifer wriggled and scooted her arse a little further back towards his
knees.

"David I'm not ready for that yet," she whispered.

David smiled.  She'd said "yet!"  That meant that she might be ready one
day.  He could wait; it had taken a little time to get to fuck his mother
too.

He leaned forward and kissed her and she responded.  Their tongues entwined
as he explored her wet mouth with his tongue.  She tasted of toothpaste,
coffee and cigarettes; she smelled of `Poison', bath soap and makeup, with
an underlying scent of sweat and sex.

Jennifer was riding her brother's hand; he had two fingers buried inside
her which he slid in and out in time with the thrumming of his thumb as it
manipulated her clitoris.  His mother had taught him well.

David desperately wanted to take off Jennifer's jacket and camisole and
play with her tits but he was scared she might object as she had when he'd
tried to fuck her.  Jennifer was in the throes of passion, and although she
wouldn't let him consummate their newfound incestuous relationship, he was
enjoying their illicit sex play enormously.

His cock was throbbing; his sister hadn't touched it yet but it had
fleetingly come into contact with her body on a number of occasions.  She
must know it was there; aching for release.  He moved his hand and stroked
her labia with his first and third fingers while he drove his middle finger
deep inside her hot wet snatch and searched for her G-spot.  He found it
and she groaned and pounded her heels harder on the floor.  He flicked her
clitty and she began to pant into his mouth.  He could taste her lipstick
as it smeared over his mouth.

With his sister now totally engrossed in extracting from him every
scintilla of pleasure she could, David decided it was time for him to start
receiving some form of sexual gratification.  He took his arm from around
her waist and reached awkwardly behind himself into the top drawer of his
desk.  His fingers scrambled around until they found the articles he was
looking for.  He pulled them from the drawer and dropped them in his lap.

Jennifer was delightfully surprised at her brother's sexual aptitude; he
was particularly adept considering he was only sixteen-year-old.  Then she
remembered the video footage she had seen of him having sex with their
mother; Mom was obviously a very good teacher.  She could feel her orgasm
building slowly.

Jennifer typically took a long time to come; she had seldom reached orgasm
with the boyfriends she'd had in her teens.  One had been exceptionally
good at cunnilingus and had bought her off every time they had sex but he
turned out to be loser and she'd sent him packing.  Instead she'd married
her shit-head husband who at first had delighted in spending hours bringing
her to climax with his fingers, tongue and cock but as their marriage
soured he was content to bang her whenever the whim took him (which wasn't
very often towards the end) with no interest in pleasuring her whatsoever.

Her climax was building; it started as a little bud of resonating pleasure
deep in her vagina and began to intensify; slowly spreading through her
entire body.  Her engorged clitoris sent out intense little ripples of
sexual delight every time David stroked it.  She kissed him passionately to
increase her stimulation; she was now a sexual animal concerned only with
her own pleasure.  Her own brother had unleashed her pent up sexual
frustration and released a torrent of sexual vivacity that raged through
her.

Something caught her eye at the periphery of her vision.  She turned her
head slightly and saw her reflection in full-length mirror fitted to
David's wardrobe.  What she saw reflected there inflamed her passion to
greater heights.

An attractive mature woman sat astride a young man; her legs were spread
wide straddling his lap.  She supported her weight precariously on her
high-heels as she writhed and wriggled in his lap.  The boy was steadying
the woman with his arm wrapped around her waist.  She wore heavy makeup,
her lipstick smeared around her mouth, her attractive face framed by a bob
of jet-black hair.  Her upper body was clad in a teal coloured blazer and a
salmon pink camisole.  Her lower body was naked except for the sheer taupe
hosiery that sheathed her long legs; the darker control-top encased her
thighs and buttock.  Her satin panties were an ethereal white shape under
her hose.

Her face was contorted in pleasure and her heels beat the floor
occasionally when a particularly intense spasm of delight surged through
her.  Her well-formed, nylon-clad thighs glistened in the dim room; the boy
in whose lap she sat had his hand buried in her crotch and was manipulating
her sex through a hole he had torn in her hose.  The boy's long thick cock
rose rampantly from his crotch.

She turned her face back to David and saw that he too was looking at their
reflection in the mirror.

She felt David's hand leave her waist and she was a little disappointed;
but his other hand remained buried in her sex and continued with its
practiced ministrations, inducing continuos waves of pleasure.  She could
feel him reach behind himself clumsily searching for something but she was
too preoccupied with her own pleasure to pay too much attention.

David raised his hand to his shoulder and caught Jennifer's attention.  She
grudgingly pulled her lips from his and looked inquisitively at the objects
he was holding in his hand.  It took only a few seconds to for her to
realise what her brother was holding up for her to see.  It was a pair of
panties entangled in a pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose.  Her panties!
Her pantyhose! It was the underwear she had worn on Saturday; the day she
had discovered her brother's dark secret and the day she had masturbated on
her mother's bed with her mother's vibrator; the day her brother had
secretly filmed her.

She'd expected to be angry; but she was surprised to find that she was
actually flattered that David had kept her underwear as a trophy.  She knew
about his panty and nylons fetish of course; so it wasn't really a surprise
that he had stolen them from the laundry basket.

She smiled mischievously.

"What do you want me to do with these?" she teased, knowing full well what
her brother wanted.

"Please," David whispered; begging his sister.

He looked down beseechingly at his engorged penis and Jennifer giggled.
She knew what her brother craved.

She took the diaphanous hosiery and slid a hand inside one of the legs; her
ruby-red fingernail polish smouldered through the sheer nylon.  She opened
the leg of the hosiery with both hand sand lowered it to her brother's
crotch.

David gasped as his sister draped the stocking over his swollen penis. She
stretched and smoothed the diaphanous garment and pulled it tight.  David's
penis throbbed and a small globule of pre-seminal fluid leaked from the eye
of his cock and soaked into the nylon.  Jennifer stroked David's nylon
swathed manhood; her long fingers flicked over the corona of his glans and
stroked the frenulum.

"Mmmmm Yesss Sis," David gasped.

"But what about these David?" Jennifer dangled the red rayon panties in
front of his face.

David increased the pressure on his sister's clitty and wriggled his
fingers in her cunt.  She pushed herself against him and sighed in
response.  Her orgasm would not be long in coming if David kept
manipulating her like this.

"Mmmm maybe I should do this?" Jennifer teased and dangled the panties over
his nose and mouth.

The scent of his sister's cuntal juices assaulted his nose as he inhaled
the aromas secreted by the pretty red garment.  He flicked out his tongue
and licked at the crusty secretions caked in the crutch of the panties.

Jennifer was caressing and squeezing his cock, her strokes synchronised
with his as he in turn masturbated her.  They were both breathing heavy
now, both close to coming.

Jennifer had one more trick left before she bought her brother to climax.

"Or maybe I should do this?" she giggled.

She pulled the stocking taut over his thick pulsing shaft and tied the
pantyhose in bow around the base of his shaft.  She let the other leg and
the waistband of the pantyhose flutter around his scrotum.  She caressed
his sac briefly and felt his testes retract, ready to discharge in a
pulsing torrent the reservoir of semen stored inside him.

Jennifer lifted up the panties so that David could see what she was about
to do.  She spread them wide and then draped the seat of the silky garment
over his pantyhose sheathed cock.

David groaned and felt his orgasm building.

"Oh God Sis wank me; please wank me!" David begged and thrust his fingers
deeper into her sopping cunt and frantically stroked her throbbing clitty.

Jennifer fell forward and smashed her lips against his and drove her tongue
into his mouth.  She gripped her brother's cock and began to milk it;
sliding the panties up and down his cock in long slow strokes.  The slick
panty material rasped against the nylon stocking that she had swathed
tightly around his cock and ignited sparks of intense delight.

David came.

He bucked up and down in the chair as his penis pulsed and flooded the
panties that his sister had wrapped around his cock.  A spurt of hot semen
erupted through the nylon stocking and shot into the air landing on his
sister, scalding her wrist.  A second spurt landed on her thigh; the white
gobbet of semen pooled on the coffee-coloured nylon and began to slowly
soak into her pantyhose.

Jennifer felt her brother's cock jerk and throb in her hand and then she
felt his scalding semen splash over her wrist and splatter on her thigh.
She kissed him with renewed fervour.

Jennifer came.

She howled with passion and locked her lips on her brother's mouth and
sucked on his tongue as she writhed in his lap; her high-heels beat a
staccato rhythm on the bedroom floor.  David thrust his fingers in and out
of his sister's sopping cunt and frantically manipulated her clitoris.

Brother and sister clung to each other in orgasmic bliss.  They writhed and
clutched and stroked and pawed at one and other, each sibling milking an
earth-shattering orgasm from the other.

After a minute or two, when their respective orgasms began to subside,
David and Jennifer broke their kiss so that they could catch their breath.
Jennifer wriggled a final time in David's lap as the last skerrick of her
orgasm pulsed from her cunt.  Her pubic hair was matted with her juices;
her labia were distended and a little sore.  She felt sated, her vagina
felt a little bruised, but in nice way.  She scooted her buttocks back a
little, signalling to David to remove his hand from her tender pussy.

David slowly removed his hand from his sister's sex.

Jennifer felt David's cock stop pulsating and then it began to slowly
deflate.  She wiped up the final dribbles of semen with her come-soaked
panties and untied the pantyhose she had wrapped around his penis.  She
dabbed at the pools of semen on her thighs, wrists and fingers and flung
the garments aside.

"I suppose I've lost those forever now," she smiled.

"And the ones you're wearing," David grinned back at his sister.

Jennifer steadied herself and stood; a small flood of vaginal secretions
gushed into her panties.  She picked up her skirt and flicked it a couple
of times to get the wrinkles out.

"Fuck! Look at the time!" she exclaimed looking alarmingly at her watch.

"David I have to get back to work!  I'm late!"

"We need to talk about this.  I'm still not sure exactly how I feel about
it; but we need to talk," she said.

"And get rid of that fucking link off your computer you blackmailing little
shit-head!" She slapped him playfully across the ear.

David watched as she strode out of his bedroom still holding her skirt; her
long sleek legs and her firm arse looked fantastic encased in the
control-top pantyhose.  His flaccid penis began to thicken.

Jennifer went into the bathroom and kicked off her heels; she pulled down
her pantyhose and panties and kicked them off.  She washed her sex with a
damp cloth and went back to her room where she fixed her makeup, stepped
into fresh panties and hose and pulled on her skirt; she sprayed herself
liberally with perfume.  She stepped back into her heels and, after a final
adjustment of the hem of her skirt; she clattered down the hall anxious to
get back to work.

As she passed David's bedroom she threw her ripped pantyhose and
pussy-juice soaked knickers at David who was still sitting down at his
computer.

"Present!" she called out as she strutted down the hall and down the
stairs.

"We need to talk!  Tonight!" she called out and closed the front door
behind her.

On the drive back to work, a thousand thoughts and suppositions bounced
around her head.  She wasn't sure how she was going to deal with this
development.  One thing she did know though; her aching pussy hadn't felt
this good in years.

Back at the house David was hard again; this time he was wanking into the
control-top pantyhose his sister had been wearing this afternoon and
sucking on the red rayon panties she had wanked him with.

He was watching his latest video.

On the computer screen his sister sat in his lap facing him; she was
fully-clothed but skirt-less and she howled as an orgasm wracked her body.

To Be Continued


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Michele Nylons

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