Learning About Lilia and Martin

Lilia called me in the early afternoon, her voice breathless with excitement.

"Lucy, quick, get your sexiest frillies on, you know, the really lacy stuff, and come over as soon as you can."

"Why, whatever's the matter Lilia? Is something wrong?"

"No, but Martin has hidden himself away in his room, stroking himself off with a pair of my knickers. If you come over soon, we can have a bit of fun with him."

"Heaven's above, did he pinch them out of your laundry basket?"

"No, I took them off and gave them to him, it was better than him stealing them out of mum's drawer, or off next doors washing line."

I thought for a moment, Lilia lived about a twenty-minute drive away. She was a good friend of mine, and we'd been on several adventures together over the years. She was older than me, nearly 22, and Martin was her younger brother. He was a bit older than me, at 19, I was 18, and would be 19 in October. He was very good looking, fit, tallish, with a truly lovely smile. Having taken a gap year, he was due to start uni in September, and would be reading electronic design and engineering in Southampton.

She had darkish blonde hair, cut short and worn in curls, blue eyes and the most beautiful smooth white flawless skin. An incredible figure, good breasts, around the same size as mine at 34C, perhaps slightly larger, with a soft roundness to them. She had a nice bottom and strong shapely legs, her tummy was flat, and her pubis was firm and plump with a smooth curve sweeping down to the gap under her crotch, often showing clearly through her clothes. Altogether she was a very attractive girl, I often referred to her as 'sex on a stick.' She delighted in my reference to her, and in turn referred to me, as 'every cock's desire'. Most men found her mouth-wateringly desirable, and it was easy to see why.

He was a bit immature but was quite fun when he was with his sister. She teased and tormented him terribly, he had a very strong fetish for women's underwear. Lilia had caught him rummaging through the laundry basket one afternoon, and when he admitted he was looking for panties. When he further admitted to stealing some from various neighbours washing lines, she knew she had to do something before he got into embarrassing trouble. So, she struck a deal with him, and for a small fee would give him some of her more exotic underwear, freshly worn by her, with that female fragrance that he liked to enjoy.

She had told me in the past, that it had became a regular thing with him, and now and again she'd persuade me to give her some of mine, freshly worn of course, which she would pass on to him. He enjoyed those particularly, but then, I knew he had a thing for me.

I'd never responded because I didn't trust him not to tell his friends and cause me a lot of problems, as they would probably try their luck with me as well. Anyway, Lilia knew it too and used the knowledge outrageously to bend him to her will. She would torture him by calling me over to their house, tip him off to my arrival, taking money from him for that as well, and so, he'd hang around at the bottom of the stairs so that he could look up my skirt as I went up to Lilia's room.

Knowing that he wanted to look, (I quite like men looking up my skirts anyway). I teased him from time to time, by wearing short skirts and lots of girly, pretty stuff underneath, designed to excite men's interests. Deliberately taking my time to climb the treads, pausing occasionally with my feet apart, and smiling down innocently at him as I reached the top landing. His eyes would almost pop out of their sockets, particularly if I turned quickly and my skirt swirled lifting slightly away from my hips.

"All right Lilia, give me a bit of time to get changed, and I'll drive over, I should be there by 3:00pm."

"Excellent, my parents are away for a few weeks, so we have the place to ourselves. You can stay overnight if you like, that way you don't need to worry about having a drink."

Daddy was away on business, and he wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon, so I was pretty much a free agent for the weekend.

'That's lovely, I probably will, thank you."

"When you arrive, I'll open the gates with the remote, and you coast up the drive. Park beside the house, and come in through the back door, then he won't hear or see your car, and it'll be a complete surprise for him when we go to his room. You know how much he fancies you."

He did, he'd had a very strong desire for me for years, and I knew that the one thing he wanted more than anything else was to take me to bed.

"See you soon then."

With that, we ended the call, and I went to my room, took a quick shower, and went to my dressing room, taking some time to choose some enticingly provocative undies. Picking out a lingerie set of Cosabella Usha, by Journelle, in handpicked fine white lace with floral embroidery, the delicate mesh felt soft and sensual, yet daring with the open back of the naughty bikini briefs. Selecting a pair of 15 denier Isabella sheer white stockings with floral lace welts, and light embroidery pattern, I dressed, taking my time. Enjoying the feeling of the clothes against my skin. Drawing on the briefs, I positioned them so that the waistband was comfortable, the open back settled smoothly over the top of my hips. The lace was soft and not uncomfortable or scratchy, and there was no turn up of the elastic around my legs.

Hooking the bra at the front, I passed it around my bust, fitting my breasts neatly into the cups, then pulled on the suspender belt, making sure the tails of the fasteners fell neatly into place over my thighs. I thrilled to the feel of them brushing over my skin as I turned to reach for the stockings, sitting on my bed to pull each one over my feet, making sure they fitted neatly. Then slowly rolling the nylon elastane hose up my legs, smoothing and stretching them as I hauled them up over my knees, and wriggled them over the swell of my thighs.

Fixing the fasteners to the heavy lace welts, I stood up and writhed my lower body to be sure everything was secure and comfortable. Picking a tiered lace slip, I stepped into it, then put on a plain white cotton blouse, finishing the ensemble with a dark grey, loose, full panelled skirt. I checked my appearance in the mirror, turning from side to side, I was impressed by the way the skirt lifted with each motion of my hips.

Packing a small overnight case, with change of clothing and underwear, I went downstairs to the entrance hall, and set the intruder alarm. I locked the front door before getting into my car, folding my skirt so that it didn't catch on the door frame, then leaving for Lilia's.

The traffic was light, and I made good time arriving at Lilia's just after 3:00pm. As requested, I used a low gear and coasted up the driveway making as little noise as possible. I parked and got out, making my way to the back door, where she met me. Holding her forefinger to her lips, we sneaked into her father's study, where she poured us two large measures of brandy, into lovely crystal snifters.

"What are you wearing underneath Lucy? Something nice and exotic I hope."

I lifted my skirts and let her look, her eyebrows went up as she lifted her own hems and displayed her lacy black underwear. I felt a slight pang of jealousy when I saw them, she had such a shapely figure, and the frilly lace, set her legs off beautifully.

"That should certainly catch his attention Lucy, he will be stunned by what we're wearing, and won't know where to look first. Finish your drink then we'll sneak upstairs and surprise him. You stay behind me when I go in, and after he's got over the surprise of seeing me, I'll bring you around me, and shock him when he sees that you're there."

Taking a few gulps, we drank our brandy, enjoying the warm feeling spreading slowly through us as it filtered down to our stomachs, then with both of us having quiet giggles, we took our shoes off, and tiptoed out into the hallway and up the stairs. I noticed that she'd closed all of the downstairs curtains giving us complete privacy, even though the house was detached and set back well within its own grounds.

We paused outside Martin's bedroom door, listening to him groaning softly, and the chuff, chuff, chuff sound of him pulling himself. Slowly Lilia pushed his door open, walking into the room quietly as he looked up, startled by her sudden appearance. He had his hand around his shaft, her panties in his palm, they were pale pink with quite a lot of frilly lace, and he was clearly enjoying the soft feel of them.

"I've brought someone to see you."

Reaching around she took my elbow and pulled me into the room. His eyes displayed amazement at seeing me, and his mouth dropped wide open in surprise. We stood in front of him, as he continued to masturbate, seemingly not deterred by our presence. I noticed that he actually had quite a handful, certainly a bit above average, and I felt that involuntary but expectational tingle in my lower tummy.

Lilia turned to me, and took my shoulders in her hands, moving me until we were facing each other directly in front of the bedside where he was sitting. As he watched she leaned into me and we kissed, softly, gently and with quite a bit of sensuality. She took my hands and placed them on the back of her thighs, just above the hem of her short skirts. Then placed her hands in the same position on mine.

Slowly she ran her hands up under my skirt, pulling it up to my waist, and exposing my underwear to Martin. Following her lead, I did the same to her, feeling the ripeness of her bum, soft and warm in my palms, as she stroked mine in return. The air was heavy with the aroma of our warm skin, and the hot nylon of our lingerie.

We continued to kiss, adding to Martin's excitement, we became so absorbed in each other that we didn't notice him climaxing, and ejaculating into her by now crumpled knickers. We looked at him as he moaned loudly, and fell back onto his mattress.

"Lie still Martin, let me help you out before you get into a mess."

Taking her panties out of his hand, she wiped some of his semen from his shaft, then took them into his bathroom, rinsing them under the tap, and leaving them to soak in his washbasin. Returning to his bedside, she lifted her skirt again. I watched as she unclipped her suspender fasteners, rolled her stockings off, and pulled her knickers down over her thighs taking them off as well. He sat up, his penis very erect, and now that his hand wasn't gripping it, I could clearly see it was nothing for him to be ashamed of.

Lilia leaned over him, and kissed him gently, then held her freshly removed panties up to his face, before placing her hand on his chest, pushed him back down onto the bed. I watched stunned as she hitched her skirt around her waist and climbed onto the mattress legs either side of his hips straddling him. She raised herself up on her knees and reached behind herself to take his stiffness in her hand, she raised herself up on a bit further, guiding his tip inside the lips of her vagina. Slowly, but positively she lowered herself down, enveloping him almost completely and settling herself firmly onto his hips. She remained there, impaled on his cock for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, was only a few seconds.

Slowly but with increasing tempo, she ground her hips into him, her bottom rotating around in delicious circles. She undid her blouse and lifted her bra out of the way, placing her hands onto his ribcage she bounced up and down on him, her breasts, now free of their cotton and webbing prisons, flopped up and down in synchronous motion. I stood frozen to the spot, watching in incredulity as she engaged in such intimate sexual activity with her brother. Yet, I felt incredibly turned on by what I was witnessing, beginning to feel the warm moistness in my groin as I saw his shaft being surrounded and exposed by her juicy wet vulva as she drew him into herself.

Leaning back, she turned and smiled at me, her eyes shiny with pleasure and anticipation, as she spoke to me.

"Come on Lucy, what are you waiting for, get your knickers off, and Queen him, sit on his face and let him taste you. You know how much he wants you, it would make his day."

Transfixed by what I was seeing, I listened to him moaning, interspersed by her cries of pleasure.

"Ohhh, mmmmm, ooooh, come on Lucy, hurry up, oooooh!"

I pulled my skirt up and gathered it into a knotted bunch at the front. Unclipping my suspenders, I slipped my panties down dropping them on the floor where her knickers and stockings lay in a crumpled heap, before refastening the stockings and releasing the skirt. Clutching my hem, I climbed up onto the bed, turning to face Lilia as I lifted my leg over his face. It was the first time he'd seen my secret place, and he sighed in disbelief as he looked at my neatly depilated pubis, and the pale pink engorged labia, framed by my plump juicy vulva, my clitoral sheath pulled back, exposing my erect clitoris, pinkish white, almost translucently waxy. I held myself hovering over his face. I was so excited that I dribbled vaginal fluid into his mouth, before I slowly sank down on to his lips.

Moaning, as Lilia continued to grind herself up and down over his penis, his tongue flicked out around my minor labia, touching the exposed tip of my erect clitoris, sending flashes of tingling delight through my lower body, from my bum to my belly. He tasted me and smelled my rich buttery fluids, warm and sweet with a touch of oily fish, as he drank my freely flowing lubricants.

My skirt and slip, floated down over his face, the nylon of my slip, brushing his skin, the lace tickling his face and throat. Feeling his tongue probing into my vestibule, I gently rocked my hips, his nose resting against my perineum. The under cheeks of my buttocks where the back of my thighs joined my body, brushed lightly over his forehead, his eyebrows stroking my skin, sending thrills of delight through me. I could feel the elastane of my stockings rubbing rhythmically against my thighs, and the light stubble on his cheeks, rasping against the sheer material adding to my almost total arousal.

My thighs spread wide over his face, I gripped his head in between the soft inner muscles of my upper legs and my knees, crossing my feet behind his neck. Passing his arms between my calves and thighs, he held me by the front of my hips, pressing his face eagerly up into my vulva, his fingers stroking my stockings where they stretched tightly over the swell of the upper front of my legs.

Lilia took my shoulders and leaned back, allowing me a full view of his penis disappearing inside her. I marvelled at the white foamy release from their crotches, as she kissed me again. It was an incredible experience. and almost impossible to cope with being kissed by her, licked by him, while watching her ride on his penis, like a whirling dervish as we all three approached our respective climaxes. She lifted the front of my skirt and slip and smiled warmly as she saw his chin under my fatty pad, his jaw working as he licked and probed deep into me with his tongue.

Martin was struggling to hold himself back, as his sister relentlessly gyrated over his pelvis, squeezing the stem of his penis tightly, I saw her stomach muscles contracting and tensing as she held him deep within her tight vaginal grip.

She looked into my eyes, and I saw the intense satisfaction and enjoyment she was experiencing. Kissing me again, fiercely and passionately, she whispered harshly.

"Push down hard on his face with your pussy, rub yourself into his lips, and make him hold his breath."

"Are you sure, won't that suffocate him?"

"Yes, and I'm sure he'll love it. Go on."

I leaned my weight onto my bum and felt him wriggle as his breath whistled out between my body creases on either side of my vulva. He gripped my thighs tightly, arched his back and made muffled sounds underneath my soft wetness. Watching in fascination, I saw him thrusting upward into Lilia, straining as he ejaculated inside her, the rich fishy mixture of her vaginal fluid and his thick fertile semen flowed down his cock and out over his belly. I was so excited that I squirted over his face, drenching his cheeks, and soaking his hair. I had a strong sensation of pleasure, not quite an orgasm, but it was pretty good anyway. As the light clear liquid from my skene's glands pulsed out of my urethra, he swallowed as much as he could, tasting the thin salty fluid as it gushed over his lips and chin.

Lilia arched her back, and howled as she convulsed in a reaction to a deep orgasm. Martin also tried to moan in a muffled sort of way, under my bottom, the sound restricted by my soft caressing flesh. Arching her back again, Lilia bent backwards, throwing her head to the rear and opening her mouth in a long wail of complete exultation, I was impressed at sight of the ridges on the pink roof of her mouth, and the almost perfect alignment of her teeth.

Sighing, almost, but not quite fully satisfied. I raised my hips, and he gulped in great draughts of air, his body overwhelmed with sensation, before he lay still underneath me, his warm breath blowing over my engorged labia.

She in turn, slowly rose up on her knees, her thighs gradually straightening. I watched in wonderment as the length of his penis came into view, her vaginal lips vibrating against the ridges along the sides of his shaft, until it plopped out, with a gush of rich semen, and fell limply onto his pubis. Long strands of slippery fluid dribbled out of her vagina, joining her to him with a sort of elasticy string. She knelt there looking at me with an expression of triumph on her face, at what she'd done to him with my help.

In the meantime, he had fallen asleep, completely drained. She indicated with her hand to get off the bed, and we both tiptoed into the ensuite, me holding my skirt and slip up to keep it dry. We washed the inside of our thighs and our crotches, when we finished and dried ourselves Lilia spoke.

"While he's sleeping, let's go downstairs and have another brandy."

"Sounds good to me."

We sneaked out of his bedroom while he lay there almost motionless, slowly recovering from his exertions. It felt strangely erotic to go downstairs without my knickers, my bare groin and bottom feeling curiously vulnerable as the cool air wafted under my slip with each step I took. Arriving in her dad's study, she poured us two generous helpings of brandy, and we stood quietly together sipping the warming spirits. She smiled as we looked at each other.

"Well Lucy, how did you like that."

"It was quite a surprise, and a little bit of a shock. How long have you been doing that?"

"Quite some time Lucy, quite some time."

I looked at her expectantly as I waited for more explanation.

"I looked after him as he was growing up, I was the archetypal big sister. I was always protecting him, but I did boss him around a lot, more than perhaps I should have. It just happened between us, one evening a few years ago, mum and dad had gone out to a dinner dance and left us alone in the house."

She paused, smiling to herself at the memory, before continuing.

"We were teasing each other, I'd been bullying him, and he was chasing me around the house, we ended up in my bedroom, play fighting, wrestling. Somehow, we ended up on my bed with him between my legs. I could feel him down there, stiff, hard and excited. Our eyes met, and before we knew it, my dress was up, my knickers were off, his trousers were down, and he was in me."

Pausing again, as she collected her thoughts, before she continued.

"It just happened, like the most natural thing in the word. He'd laughed at my surprise, and said 'not so bossy now, are you'. He was right, I submitted to him willingly and it was delightful, better than anything I'd had before, and the thought of it being forbidden gave it an extra spiciness. As you know I wasn't a virgin, we, you and I, both lost that very early, but I took his cherry, and we were good together. We've been at it ever since, and we have incredible sex every chance we get."