As those of you who have read my previous submissions will know, I have been recounting key events of my incestuous relationship with my sister. When we started having our sexual liaisons, all we cared about was the sheer sexual pleasure we got from each other. For me, here was someone who dressed exactly as I liked (stockings, suspenders, high heels and a willingness to flash this outfit in public by donning short skirts and dresses). The fact it was my very own sister's silky, curvy body adorned in such a way only heightened the thrill. To this day, I still love the fact she will walk round South West London, on a weekend, flashing her stocking tops.
However, one thing that we never really thought about when we first started our relationship would be the times we had to get together for family events. I mean, how do we both meet our parents together and conceal the sexually charged atmosphere that there must be between us? Well, today's retelling is about the first time we got together for the family Christmas since my sister and I had become lovers. Thankfully, we have a small family and so Christmas day was normally just the four of us (unless one or both of us were in a relationship). Obviously, we were both in a relationship but this time it was with each other and so there would still just be the four of us...
The train pulled into the station and in a matter of moments I was through the barrier heading towards the car park. It was Christmas Eve and as I did every year, I was heading to my parents. Of course, there was a 'slight' change this year in that my sister and I were now fucking each other and I was rather anxious as to just how this would affect things. I was snapped out of my concerns when I saw my sister waving, standing next to her car and I headed towards her.
"Merry Christmas. Good journey bro?"
"Not too bad."
"Well, how about a Christmas kiss?"
"Sis, we have to be..." I never finished my sentence as my sister grabbed me and kissed me hard. Instinctively, I dropped my luggage and grabbed her arse through her skirt. I felt the familiar suspender strap and knew my sister was wearing the lingerie that had originally seduced me.
Sanity returned and I pulled away. "Sis, we have to be careful!"
"Boring." She laughed and got into her car. I dumped my luggage in the boot, opened the passenger door and sat in the passenger seat. I glanced at my sister and saw she had pulled up her skirt and was now showing her stocking tops and suspender straps. The bright red straps looked so alluring against her creamy thigh. I couldn't help it and felt myself stiffen.
"Look sis, we DO need to be really careful. We cannot let mum and dad have any inkling as to what we are doing. They'll go mental. So you have to promise me that whilst in the house, we...YOU...behave!"
"I guess you are right. It is going to be difficult though having my brother's cock so near yet out of reach."
I knew where she was coming from but the next two days we had to abstain. The risks were just too much. "Just think, after Christmas, we can head back to mine and I'll fill you with my brotherly seed. I promise not to wank so that I have plenty to give you. Deal?"
She looked at me, slid her hand onto my still stiff cock and gave it a squeeze. "Deal. But just so you know, I will be wearing stockings and suspenders the whole time." I put my head back and groaned and she took the opportunity to have a quick rub of my cock through my jeans. This was going to be a tough couple of days of abstinence
We drove the 15 mins to our parent's house in relative silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Only as we pulled into the street that they lived on did my sister finally cover her stocking clad legs. My cock was already beginning to ache with desire. I just tried to console myself that it would only be two and a half days before I would have my cock buried deep into my sister's cunt.
The rest of Christmas Eve passed without any major incident as, true to our deal, we acted like a normal brother and sister (though on a couple of occasions during the evening, my sister did wiggle her nylon clad toes at me provocatively and smiled slyly). I retired to bed that night with aching balls but I resisted the temptation to play with myself. I had said I wouldn't wank and I was determined to build up a load of hot cum for my sister's tight pussy. When I was younger, I used to struggle going to sleep on Christmas Eve thinking about what Santa would leave in my Christmas stocking. Now, all these years later, I was once again struggling to get to sleep thinking about stockings. But this time, I knew exactly what was in the stockings...my sister's smooth legs, just metres from where I was lying.
I awoke Christmas morning to the sounds of mum and dad singing "Merry Christmas" through my door.
"Father Christmas has left you a stocking." Yes, even as an adult my mum still stuck to the tradition of giving me a Santa's stocking. The usual ritual was for us to gather in the lounge whilst my sister and I opened our stocking presents. "I'll be one minute mum. And Merry Christmas to you too." I got up and put on one of dad's dressing gowns left hanging behind the door. I joined mum, dad and my sister who were already gathered in the lounge.
My sister greeted me "Merry Christmas bro. Let's see what's in your stocking." She placed the emphasis on the word stocking and had that naughty twinkle in her eye. She was wearing cotton pyjamas but as I glanced at her feet, I could see they were sheathed in dark nylon. Bloody hell, she was keeping to her word and still wearing stockings.
My sister and I duly went through each stocking present, opening them (for me, it was the usual gifts, a Terry's chocolate orange, bottle of gin) and thanking 'Santa'. My sister behaved herself and once we'd all grabbed a quick breakfast, it was back to our rooms to get ready for the rest of the day.
My room was en-suite so I showered and was just about to get dressed when there was a knock at the door. "You decent?" It was my sister. What did she want?
I responded as normally as I could "Just a moment." I was a little panicked as to what she was up to, but made sure my bathrobe was done up tightly. "Come in."
My sister entered my room, fully dressed in a red, knee length dress. I was both relieved and disappointed she was dressed so conservatively by her usual standards. "I've got something for you bro." She whispered. Looking behind her to check the coast was clear, she threw something onto my bed. "Here is another Christmas stocking for you. I was wearing it this morning so that is smells of me and I want you to wear it on you cock today."