My kinky mind was drifting back to the time I taught my younger sister to drive, she had just turned eighteen. Well, to be exact she was my half-sister, my dad divorced shortly after I was born, and my mum just up and disappeared into the night. No words, no note just up and left.
She eventually made contact many years later when I was in my late teens. We would catch up on occasion from time to time for lunch or dinner, I think on her part out of guilt or jealousy of my father's new life?! My dad does not have anything to do with her and has never talked about her or the reason she did a midnight runner.
Anyway Tia, my half-sister...My dad spent a year or so overseas in Southeast Asia, travelling with me as a young child. I suppose doing the hippy thing, trying to find his purpose or something like that.
My dad fell in love with my now step-mum, a beautiful Thai woman even now in her forties, typical svelte lean Asian body, and to be honest, she could easily pass for a thirty-something. Well, my half-sister has all the attributes of her mother mixed with the extra curves of a Western woman.
Quite frankly, Tia is gorgeous, head to toe and every curve and swell in between.
So, at the insistence of our parents driving lessons became a regular occurrence. Annoyed at the prospect of weeks and weeks of risking my life being driven around by an eighteen-year-old learner driver. Tia scared me half to death at every turn while I tried to maintain my sanity and keep my heartbeat from redlining.
However, when Tia returned to Senior High School after a few weeks of her driving me crazy during her Christmas break driving lessons. Everything changed from the first morning Tia sat her gorgeous ass in the driver's seat of my car. Her new Senior School uniform floored me, and I was powerless to avoid looking at her shapely legs. Her short tartan skirt and sheer stockings teased my perverted mind, and for some reason, I continually wondered what color panties was she wearing. A random thought at the time and one that continued to plague my mind insistently.
It was not a hard stretch as I did have a pretty hardcore fetish for girls in stockings and short skirts. I find myself thinking the exact thing plenty of times about pretty girls in that type of attire and not just the stereotypical Catholic School Girl look; or their age. It was the tartan skirt and stockings, preferably the skirt being short enough that with a slight breeze or bend of the waist, their skirt could ride up enough to show the stockings transitioning into the control top, and if I was lucky a flash of ass cheek and the color of their panties.
Or just as alluring is a hip and thigh hugging tight skirt, tartan or any color showing off the shapely curves of their behind and hips, and the slight outline of their pantie seam, the higher cut and tighter the panties the better. Causing a sexy step between where the panties line finishes and their ass cheeks and upper thighs blossom and bounce-free, accompanied by a tantalizing jiggle down their legs with each step. I suppose to a certain extent it depended on the girl's walk, Did she flounce as she walked knowing she was flaunting her assets? Or was she a demure shy girl who had no idea how fucking sexy she looked to my eye? Either way, flaunt or demure, there was always that something that caused me to look twice, what bloke does not love a pretty girl in a short skirt?
But if a girl were wearing stockings, high heels, and a shortish tight skirt it would not only catch my keen eye I think the sight would stop traffic. The high heels accentuated the perfectness of the female form, from their taut calves up to their tight thighs and the swell of their delicious peach-shaped backsides.
However, if there was any form of high-heeled shoes or preferably knee-high boots, then different story. Whether it was when I was down the local mall, shopping online, browsing the net an Advertisement on TV or even a random vanilla junk mail in the mailbox I'd be taken by and unmistakable lust. The thing is I never expected I would feel the same kink for my little sister.
With a three-plus-year age difference between my sister and me, we were close but not that close growing up; Tia had her pool of friends and I had mine. Sure, my sister and I got along fine and anytime spent together our banter was relaxed, as she got older the age difference disappeared and we found ourselves having plenty of common interests.
Mine being her sexy young friends, Tia gravitated toward Asian girls much to my delight. Most are mixed race like herself. A couple of the teenage girls were absolute stunners and one particular girl reminded me of one of my high school crushes. An incredibly beautiful Chinese girl, her mother is Chinese, and her father is Australian. Kelly was her name, quite tall for a girl at about five'8".
With legs to die for as I found out once I had seen Kelly outside school hours in a more casual setting. So, I suppose in hindsight I've had a thing for Asian girls consciously or not for years, but my sister?!!
The half-hour drive to Tia's school became my highlight as her young thighs and sheer satin pantyhose teased my kink.
I found myself using the opportunity to gaze upon her sexy teen legs. Sometimes her skirt ridding up just that little bit more as she raised her leg to push the clutch and change gears. Not that much but enough that sometimes her skirt slid up her thighs to within a couple of inches of exposing that for which I had started to lust. That one kinky peek at her sweet teen panty-clad upper thigh and ass cheek and more importantly the color of the panties covering it.
What color panties were always front of my mind, I was fixated on the color to the point I made a concerted effort to try and catch one tantalizing look. Telling myself just one little glimpse and the infatuation with my sister had to stop.
Every day her thighs teased me more, watching her intently as she got in and out of the car on the days she drove to school. Showing just a little bit more upper thigh for that brief second or two. I noticed on more than one occasion her pantyhose did not have the usual control top. Just sheer satin fabric as I caught glimpses higher up her thighs.
I was sure she caught me perving a dozen times, Tia smiled awkwardly and made a conscious effort to smooth her skirt back down over her thighs, sometimes letting her eyes linger on mine for just that little bit longer before we both averted our gaze in silent discomfort.
One day Tia nervously asked, "What Bro?" as if there was something wrong.
Knowing I had been busted perving and more than a little embarrassed, I mumbled, "Oh, umm nothing Tia, but don't you think your skirt is a little short for school?"
"No," she said defensively with a slightly cheeky smirk, "This is how all my girlfriends dress, I got to keep up you know, and anyway school code is to wear privacy shorts under our skirts at all times."
"Look see." Her cheeky smirk was still present causing her lips to curl in an unconsciously sensual look.
The thought crossed my mind that she liked the attention, or more likely it was my wishful thinking.
And then to my utter surprise, Tia lifted her skirt to show me or it was just to tease me? And true to her word Tia had on a pair of grey cotton shorts, with a thin white lacy trim adorning the hem, instinctively making my eyes focus more intensely on what may lay beneath.
