My Sister's Nylons

Author's Note

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The slow burn is over. You go girls.

Grab a pair of nylons and make the most of them.

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Chapter 3

By 10:00 PM we were ready to go to the party.

Diana was the sexiest vampire on the planet. She wore a skin-tight black silk gown with a slit cut to her hip. Under that she wore a super sheer 6-denier oil-shine black nylon bodystocking - super tight on top to hold her perfect size C's in place without a bra - overlain by fishnet stockings and exposed garters to adorn her spectacular long legs. Whenever she stepped forward, her pussy came into view, but she was wearing black panties under the bodystocking. She wore six-inch black stiletto heels, and with my five-inch heels, I was only a couple of inches taller than she. The gown was cut to her navel. Her prominent nipples were just covered by the edges of the gown. She wore shoulder-length sheer nylon opera gloves with the fingers cut out. Her glue-on fingernails were long, sharpened and blood red. Her face makeup was ghastly and dark. Her eyes and one entire side of her face shimmered with blood-red sparkle paint that dance in the light. Her full lips were blood red and her mouth was smeared with stage blood. She had an upper denture with two sharp pointed teeth.

Diana's jet-black hair hung in massive wild curls to her tiny waist. She even had pointed ears and long, dangly red ruby earrings with an ornate ruby-studded choker.

Fuck she was sexy.

But when I looked in the mirror, I was equally stunned at my own reflection. I was the perfect image of a daemon Succubus slut:

- Sprouting from my head were two ridged black and red horns, curving backwards;

- A dark crimson wig of wild tussled, waist-length thick hair;

- The same black sheer 6-denier transparent bodystocking Diana wore, complete with feet, hands and individual fingers. We cut out the ends of the fingers for my nails. Like Di's, the bodystocking had a Velcro panel at the crotch for using the bathroom, and (oh my Lilith hopefully) for sex;

- A pair of gorgeous 10-denier high-gloss seamed Gio stockings layered over the bodystocking, with four garters per leg;

- Glued onto my fingernails were half-inch long scarlet talons, sharp and deadly;

- An upper-body harness that supported a pair of black and crimson wings, each about four feet long;

- Over the harness, I wore a transparent low-cut nylon black bra stuffed with 800 cc oil-filled silicon bags. Diana had glued them to my shaven chest and used stage glue and filler to make the tops of my "breasts" merge perfectly with my skin. Without a doubt, I could not tell that my EE breasts were fake;

- Another harness around my middle to hold a four-foot-long forked rubber tail;

- A crimson and black leather and jeweled corset over the nylon bodystocking to hide both my wing and tail harnesses. It was cut to my navel, pushing my tits up with black silk ribbons tied up the front. The corset had boning in the waist to cinch it in, giving me a 24-inch waist (breathing optional!);

- 5-inch scarlet stilettos with straps wrapped halfway up my calves;

- A black leather skater skirt, cut just below my "pussy";

- Full stage makeup, crimson super-high-gloss lipstick, blood-red rouge, black eye makeup, tattoos depicting male bondage and torture running from my chest and up one side of my face and across my forehead;

- a dozen or so metal arm bands, a blood-red jeweled sword mounted on my back under one wing, a metal- and ruby-studded choker, an ornate ruby and sapphire hair adornment, and massive clip-on ruby earrings in the shapes of dragons and snakes.

Fuck I was sexy.

Diana joined me in front of the mirror. I put my arm around her waist and we marveled at each other.

She was so sexy in that vampire outfit I nearly told her right then that I wanted to have sex with her. But she'd clamped down on that notion a couple of times already and I didn't want to spoil what we have together. So I stayed quiet.

But the sight in the mirror was getting me excited. The harness around my dick was doing its job to conceal my massive boner, and there are several layers of clothing and fasteners to release if I need to free it.

What I wasn't sure of was whether I was hornier because of what Diana was wearing, or because of what I was wearing.

Definitely both.

Diana planted her sticky black lips on my cheek and said, "Let's go, slut."

I did feel like a slut.

And I liked that. A lot.

At 10:30, we arrived at the party. It was in full swing and we made quite an entrance. Diana was easily the sexiest woman there. I was in total lust for my sister, but she had made it clear she was off limits. It was frustrating.

A bunch of guys immediately clustered around us, bringing us drinks and chatting us up. It was really weird and uncomfortable for me, but Diana poked her arm around mine and hugged me close. She knew exactly what it was like to have bunches of drunken horny guys pushing in too close and she fended them off like a pro.

Our costumes were the rage of the party. I'm certain no-one knew I was a guy. Diana and I danced to some pretty wild electro-trance music under strobe lights, while guys dressed in mummy outfits, cowboys, biker dudes, and vampire outfits clustered all around us.

After about half an hour a slow dance came up. Diana grabbed me by the hand and took me off the dance floor so I wouldn't have to dance with some horny guy pressing his hard dick into me.

Looking out for me.

She led the way through several hallways and rooms of the crowded house. She seemed to know exactly where she was going, because we navigated with confidence through the kitchen, down a hallway, around a corner, up the stairs, down another hallway, up more stairs, and directly to a door, beyond which appeared to be most of the attic.

On the closed door was a sign, written in runny red paint. It said "Sluts Only. No Exceptions."

Diana looked at me and smiled. "This is the place to be, trust me. But I warn you be careful."

I wasn't sure what that meant. Very odd.

She gave a complicated knock. Three taps, one tap, four taps.

The door opened a crack, held there by a heavy chain. A female ghoul eyed us carefully up and down our forms. The door slammed closed and the chain was released. We were stepped in and the door was slammed behind us. The ghoul fastened the chain and two additional deadbolts. We were locked in.

The room was really big. The furniture consisted of huge bean bag chairs, futons, and a great big bed clustered with a dozen fluffy pillows. Strobes in red and blue were the only light.

About fifteen women were standing around talking, drinking, and dancing. Another three were on the bed, still in costume but making out passionately. Everyone was dressed in something ghoulishly slutty. Almost everyone wore stockings, garters, bustiers or push up bras, heels, fishnets, or some other form of fetish wear.

Diana had led me into the lesbian section of the party.

I wondered what they would say or do if they knew what I was. I figured it would be a lot more serious than politely asking me to leave. Twenty angry, drunken or high women could do me a lot of damage.

Several slutty-looking women - ghouls, nurses, teachers, and cheerleaders - approached us with glee. They all ooo'd and awed over our costumes, everyone talking excitedly at once. A dozen hands were immediately all over my body, poking and probing. One slutty mummy began to pull on my garters so she could sample the texture of my Gio stockings in her fingers.

"Mmmm, I love these. Can I try them on?" asked a cheerleader.

"I love your wings. Succubi wrap their victims in their wings, don't they?" A nurse licked her lips.

"Nice tits," said a vampire.

"Ooo, I love your horns. I'm pretty horny too!"

"Wanna suck out my soul?" said the ghoul.

"My soul is right here," said another, patting her pussy.

"Do you like pussies?" said a cat girl.

"I can teach you to lick my pussy," said a teacher.

"You're going to cum to me tonight in my dreams."

It was overwhelmingly sexy and fun. My boner was solid, but my harness and my costume kept it at bay.

Meanwhile, I looked past my little crowd of admirers to find Diana. I was startled to see she was in full embrace with an absolutely gorgeous girl dressed as an office slut, wearing clothes like no office worker ever. She had cornered my sister against a wall and Diana had her arms around her waist. They were kissing eagerly and passionately.

I felt a pang of jealousy.

I was also disappointed that Diana had left my side so quickly. I would be in serious shit if these women discovered my secret. There are plenty of stiletto heels and sharp fingernails that could do a lot of damage.

The cat girl found a way to carve me out of the circle of women around me. "Succubi suck out souls, don't they? Is there anything else you like to suck on?"

Oh man. If I had only met this cute girl in an honest setting, I'd be thrilled. What an opening! Briefly, I wondered if I might find a way.

"There are so many options," I smiled, making a show of looking around.

Cat Girl put a furry paw on my cheek and pulled my gaze back to hers. "I can think of one."

Obviously this couldn't go anywhere. But it was fun. Briefly, I wondered if I could eat her out, but she'd be anxious to do the same. And that clearly would be a problem.

And then I felt a wet tongue slide into my ear and a pair of sticky lips slide over it. In a low, sexy whisper, she said, "Hey there, devil girl. Wanna fuck?"

Startled, I turned to look. It was the office girl Diana had been kissing. And then I realized: it was Laura, the girl from the costume shop. Diana was standing just behind her. I caught her eye. She looked a bit worried.

We were busted.

Would Laura reveal my secret?

Laura was about my height. She wore a skin-tight micro-mini leather skirt, glossy brown sheer garter stockings with tops that ended just below her hemline, 6-inch stilettos, a crisp white blouse with no buttons above her navel, a push up bra displayed a huge, and I mean a fucking enormous, set of knockers with deep, glorious cleavage, brilliant crimson high-gloss lipstick, a pair of slutty secretary glasses, and masses of honey-brown hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Her eye makeup was dark and deathly.

She was spectacular.

I looked in alarm at her mouth, but she was smiling. It seemed she was going to keep our little secret. But there was a price.

Laura wrapped her arms around my neck and put her tongue into my mouth. She held on with everything she had and we made out right there, like long-lost horny lovers.

When she broke off the kiss, she bit my lower lip, closed her mouth on it and sucked it in. She ran the tip of her tongue along my lip and then smiled, releasing it.

That started something. The others must have believed Laura and I just met and she was trying to claim me. Because I didn't fight back, they must have thought I was game. The slutty teacher grabbed my face with her hands and kissed me on the mouth. The cat girl, not to be denied, licked the side of my face until my mouth was free, and then took over, sliding a hot tongue deep into my mouth. Hands began to caress me all over my body. Sluts, ghouls, demon girls, cat girls, teachers, nurses, cheerleaders, firesluts, vampires, mummies, they all saw the commotion and converged on us like starving dogs to get a piece of sexy Succubus.

Then I noticed that the entire group of us was edging towards the bed.

This was getting out of control. If these women got me on the bed, I was done for. When they find out I'm a guy, they'll beat and choke me to death. I was sure of it.

Diana and Laura saw the danger. They intervened forcefully.

"Sorry girls, the Succubus is with us," Diana said, pulling Laura into our conspiracy.

"No fucking way," said the cat girl. "She's mine."

"Come on sluts!" shouted the mummy. "Who wants some Succubus cunt?"

She gave the bunch of us a hard shove and we all tumbled onto the king-size bed. At least six horny slutty-costumed women licked and probed and squeezed every bit of me. Too many hands were getting up into my crotch. At my side, the mummy and the cat girl both were busily and frantically stripping off the lower parts of their costumes.

Soon the rest of the party took notice of the melee on the bed. It seemed everyone crowded into the scene of my impending rape. Of course these women all believed everyone was a willing and eager participant, and more and more of them piled onto the bed.

I was buried under a dozen horny sluts. Several hands were now clawing at my midsection to expose my "pussy". For now my harnesses, one for my tail and one for my cock, were well secured and layered behind my leather corset. It wasn't easy for them to find the releases. But they were making progress.

One the girls had managed to straddle my hips. My arms were pinned by several bodies so I couldn't defend myself. I felt her working on my midsection with eager hands and she had succeeded in releasing some more of my fasteners. The bouncing of her ass put pressure on my cock.

Buried as I was under so much female flesh, with so many hands grasping and pulling at the costume securing my dick, I was getting pretty damn excited. Damn the danger of discovery, this was a fucking wet dream of mine.

In my growing lust, I began to tell myself that it was OK if they daylighted my cock. Maybe they'd pounce on it and hold me down and fuck me and suck me 'til dawn.

Maybe. My resistance was fading. My cock began to think for me. At my midsection, my cock was enduring a relentless onslaught of grasping hands. I stopped fighting. I stopped resisting.

Meanwhile, cat girl had freed up enough of her costume and she leapt upon me, straddling my face. She spread her knees apart and lowered her bare pussy onto my mouth. She was soaking wet.

What the hell.

I sucked on that pussy. I licked that pussy. I swirled my lips around and around that pussy clit and stuck my tongue inside of her. She was so horny she came in less than a minute. She put her hands under my head and pulled me harder into her pussy, rolling my mouth around her clit and screamed out in ecstasy.

Cat girl screamed. She came so hard she flew backwards and convulsed along my body, knocking the one straddling my midsection backwards. She also got in the way of the gang of women trying to strip me naked. The pressure of her back on my cock was electric.

All of this made me begin to think: could I take advantage of this situation. It was every young man's fantasy: to be fucked by a dozen horny gorgeous girls.

Well, I couldn't fuck them, but maybe I can get them to make me cum. And so I relaxed into the pressure on my body. They wanted me. They were trying to rape me. Maybe I could let them go far enough so I would cum under all these striving, horny women.

But Cat Girl's orgasmic spasms had cleared most of the women on top of me, just for a few seconds. But many of them saw how hard Cat Girl orgasmed from my mouth and suddenly that became the goal. Everyone wanted to straddle my face and cum like Cat Girl.

Diana and Laura got in front of them just in time.

Laura pushed a contented cat girl off my body while Diana grabbed my hands and pulled me off the bed. Laura ran interference and prevented at least ten horny lesbians from pulling me back into the fray.

We stood in a corner and surveyed the damage. My costume was a shambles. My wings were crushed, my garters were barely holding on, several loose straps were hanging from my harnesses, my makeup was smeared and messy.

"That was close," I said to Diana. "Look at me. They nearly got through your costume. You were just in time."

"I can't believe how hot those women were for you," said Laura. "I mean, I do believe it, but wow."

I looked at Laura. "You believe it how?"

She stared unblinking into my eyes. "Because I meant what I said. Before I mean."

Diana saw what was happening. She had her arm around my waist. And when Laura spoke, Diana tightened her hold with her fingers. She was laying her claim on me.

I looked over at the bed. A few of the women were looking at us. Cat girl was in the middle of the group, singing my praises and pointing at me. They were planning another attack. I was sure of it.

"I think we better get out of here," I said.

"You're right," Laura said, gazing over at the bed. "Come on."

The Fem at the door let the three of us out immediately.

In the hallway, Diana stopped us. "I think we'd better go. I'm worried our little secret will get out and they'll come looking for us. That was really close."

"I know those sluts," Laura smiled, looking at me. "If they had found you out, you may not have escaped with your balls."

I believed her. Those women were aggressive.

"Let's go Tessy," Diana said. "Thanks for helping Laura. We owe you one."

"You figure?"

"Well, sure."

"Yes, absolutely," I said.

"Then invite me over sometime. Let's get acquainted."

Diana looked at Laura, and then at me. She was uncertain how to respond.

Laura understood immediately. She stepped over to Diana, took her head in her hands and kissed her deeply. Diana was startled at first, but I could see her settle into the kiss. They made out for a good thirty seconds before Laura broke it off.

"See you sluts around!" Laura turned and went back to the attic door, giving the secret knock. In a few seconds, she was back inside.

"Sis, I didn't know."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. I'm very impressed, that's all. You're a lot more complicated than I ever knew. You are one terrific sister, Diana."

That surprised her. She kissed me on the cheek, took my hand in hers and said, "Let's go home."

It was past 2:00 AM when we finally made it back to our house. Mom and Dad would be back from their vacation in a couple of days and we had some cleaning up to do.

But that was for tomorrow.

Diana faced me in the living room. She had a funny look on her face. Unlike anything I've ever seen on her. She was almost...shy.

"Tessy, can you do me a super big favor? I mean, a really big favor and you can't ever tell anyone about it, not ever?"

"After tonight sis, anything."

"Ok, don't call me sis anymore, OK? Call me Diana. That's my name."

"Of course, I'm sorry. Is that it?"

"No silly. I want, I want...I want to sleep with you tonight. No, not like that. I mean...in costume. I want us to sleep in the same bed dressed in costume. Can you do that for me?"

It was such an odd request. But of course, it sounded kind of fun.

"Yes, Diana. I'd like that. But I can't sleep with wings and a tail."

"No I guess you can't. Let's get all these harnesses off of you."

"All of them?" I had three.

"All of them."

It wasn't easy to keep the costume on and get at all the harnesses. They're what saved me at the party. Diana untied the corset ribbons and pulled it apart. She reached around my back and released the snaps that surrounded my tail and my wings. With everything loose, we were able to release the belts and fasteners. Diana walked around behind me and yanked first on my tail and then my wings. They came loose with a bit of effort.

The harness holding my dick and balls tight to my body was a little harder. It was designed to be removed last, and not with the bodystocking still on me. I had a Velcro panel at my crotch. I opened that up and reached inside, but I couldn't reach the straps. There was a little hole to get my dick out to pee, but it would be way to uncomfortable to sleep like that. Diana had to do it. My vampire Diana got onto her knees in front of me and reached into my bodystocking, up to her elbows. Her face was right level with my tucked-away cock. I imagined her lips closing in on my shaft.