(Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.)
I lived with my younger sister Emma in the house of my parents, who sadly had passed away in a car accident a few years earlier. We both had spent the intervening time with foster parents, but as we now both had reached the age of eighteen we were on our own, and set to live in the home of our childhood and youth again.
My sister was a senior in high school and took her academics quite seriously, whereas I had squandered my talents during school and received relatively poor grades. This decreased my already low motivation to attend college even more, and I wound up doing odd jobs in the neighborhood for a few bucks here and there.
Emma's high school required the kids to wear school uniform which In her case meant a white blouse, blue jacket and skirt, and black pantyhose and shoes. I liked seeing my sister in her school uniform, I thought it was quite the sexy attire, and was jealous of the boys in her class who could see her that way all day long. The garment though that caught my attention the most and always were the pair of black sheer-to-waist sandalfoot pantyhose... I had fantasies of touching Emma on her legs and feeling the soft fabric of her hose, also touching and sniffing and licking her pantyhose-encased feet, and finally working my hands all the way to her nyloned crotch and massaging her sex through the fabric of her smooth soft black pantyhose... but of course, these were just fantasies... Emma had for sure no clue about my secret addiction to hosiery...
When Emma was at school and I was home with no particular job to do that day, I sometimes went into her bedroom and explored the drawers of her dresser... I liked the underwear drawer, sniffed her cute little white and pink and black panties that all smelled fresh from the Laundry detergent... I also liked the drawer with her socks and put my hands into some of them, imagining and fantasizing how it would be to caress her feet when she was actually wearing these... Finally, I reached the drawer with her pantyhose and tights of which she had a large variety, in addition to many pairs of black hose which she needed for school...
Putting Muy hands and underarms into her pantyhose and tights aroused me immensely and produced an immediate hard-on in my boxers... I wish I could wear them at some point but I was afraid they would be way too small for me and tear, so Emma would find out about this...
Sometimes I also walked over to her laundry hamper and looked for worn underwear and socks... they smelled so fantastic like Emma on her private parts and feet that it took me a long time sometimes to thoroughly explore them... Her pantyhose was in a separate little container since they needed to be hand-washed... I took one pair after the next out of the container, felt the smooth fabric of the pantyhose, smelled the pungent aroma of her sex in their gusset parts and explored the musky and sweaty scents of the parts encasing Emma's feet... This was like heaven for me, even if not wearing her undergarments, just exploring, feeling, sniffing them all over was so magic and wonderful...
At a later point in time I made a bolder move and installed a tiny camera close to the top of her book shelf that would have a view of the entire bedroom... The first evening with the camera on I sat in front of my laptop in my own bedroom with sweaty fingers and fast beating heart... what would I see...? Emma took a long time to go to bed, played on her computer, talked to a few friends, and only after all that went to the bathroom to get herself ready for the night...
After she emerged, she took off her clothes and I saw her in the nude for the first time, even if just for a few seconds... she was stunningly beautiful, even more so than when she had clothes on or her school uniform... I got hot and aroused and my boner stood to attention... Emma put on a night gown that went down to her knees but apparently slept without underwear... then the lights went off...
Because of the streetlights outside I could still see Emma lying on her bed, though, even if it was a somewhat dim impression that the camera got of her... I noticed that she was awake, though, her eyes open and her head raised a bit higher than when you would go to sleep... then I saw a very joyful expression on her face and heard a few strong exhales... she must have masturbated herself to an orgasm, maybe a good way to get relaxed before falling asleep...
Interestingly, Emma masturbated almost every day before going to sleep and I enjoyed watching her facial expressions and listening to her sighs of lust once she came...
A few days later, I again spent ample time in her bedroom exploring her fresh and used underwear, getting sort of lost in my activities... when I had taken one of her used black sheer-to-waist pantyhose out of the small container, I could not resist the temptation any longer and took off my socks, pants and boxers, and carefully put on my little sister's pantyhose... to my surprise I could almost make it fit, just the gusset was a few inches below my balls, as my sister was quite a bit shorter than me, but the pantyhose felt smooth and snugly covering my legs... I sat down on her bed and started to caress her hose, imagining that Emma had just had worn them a few days earlier and my boner, now encased in the black hose, got fully erect...
The door opened and Emma entered the room.
"Chris!" She exclaimed in complete surprise. "What...are...you...doing...?"
I blushed to a dark red, and was so shocked and embarrassed that I found no words to say to my sister...
"You get out of my pantyhose at once and leave my room, understood?" She commanded being very upset and angry.
I complied and ran rather than walked outside, just holding on to my pants and underwear...
'Oh my god, what would she do now...?' I asked myself...
To my surprise Emma disappeared from sight for the rest of the day and I did not see her until the next morning.
"Good morning, Chris!" She greeted me with a friendly smile, as she walked into the kitchen on the next morning. "I think someone has some explaining to do, what do you think?" Still a friendly smile on her face, no indication that she was upset or anything of that sort...
"Well, um...," I stammered embarrassed, my face blushing red, "I just... well, I like women's underwear and hosiery..."
"That's what I thought...!"
"And so," I continued, "I had the opportunity..."
"...to just go into my room, browse around and help yourself, right?" Her face now showed a smirk.
"Yes, exactly." I admitted, "you know the rest..."
"I guess this has been going on for some time, right?"
"Yeahhh, right..." I admitted.
"So good I caught you and made an end to this nonsense..." She had a stern look on her face and looked more upset now. 'What would be coming next?' I wondered.
"You will show up in my bedroom precisely at 8 p.m. tonight... and you will be not wearing any clothes as you enter my space..." She commanded in no uncertain terms, definitely no chance for me to protest although I really wanted to...
'Showing up there in the nude...' I thought. 'What did she have in mind...? Some punishment of sorts, probably...?' I was nervous and anxious the whole day, but did not forget to take down the camera from her book shelf while Emma was in school... no reason to be caught a second time and cause even more outrage on her side...
It was 8 p.n. and I had taken off my clothes as my sister had requested, knocking at her bedroom door in a small state of panic, still without having the slightest clue of what would be in store for me...
"Come on in!" My sister invited me.
"Ah, there's the naughty boy, all nude just as requested..." She said teasingly. "What are we going to do with you, now that you not only have explored your little sister's underwear and pantyhose but even more astonishingly also watched her in her bedroom without her consent..."
'Oh my god, oh no, I can't believe this...' She must have spotted my camera before I was able to remove it earlier that day...
"Now?" She inquired. "What do you think a proper punishment would be for a peeping tom who also wear's his sister's hosiery...?" Her eyes looked reprimanding and anger showed all over her face and in the tone of her voice...
I said nothing and looked just very embarrassed and afraid.
"First thing is, you will wear some of my underwear, since this is what you so much like to do..." Suddenly she changed to a friendly smile again and had more of a teasing voice... I was not sure what to make of this sudden change in her mood...