My Sultry Sister's Sex Slut

MY SULTRY SISTER'S SEX SLUT

I had just turned twenty when my parents died. A tragic road traffic accident in which they both perished together, it was all so sudden. And I'll willingly admit it was an event that I was totally unprepared for, in all senses of the word.

At least I didn't have to find a new home. In fact, by the terms of their will, I had become the co-owner of the house that I, as did they before this tragedy, called home, their life-assurance payout being enough to fully redeem the mortgage and take clear of any inheritance tax issues. But who was the other person who also had a share of the property?

My older sister. In fact, Kelly had moved out before the accident, into a rented flat, but since she was now the owner of a house, together with myself, it made perfect sense for her to give that up and move back in. Especially without the presence of mum and dad to cramp her 'style,' the reason she'd left it for in the first place.

In purely practical terms this made perfect sense. With both of us reeling from the death of our parents, and as I say with the mortgage fully paid off, why shouldn't we live in the house that we now completely owned between us? And with both of us working full-time, that employment status meaning that we were both earning regular money, paying the household bills wasn't a problem at all, with us agreeing to pay half each, an arrangement that we both respected. And if her lifestyle choices didn't exactly tick all of mum's boxes, they weren't a problem as far as I was concerned.

In fact, it would be fair to say that I doted upon my older sister. At just under three years older than me, Kelly was self-assured, much unlike me, confident and VERY sexy. Let's face it, she was utterly gorgeous, tall, slim, with a full head of golden hair that simply cascaded down of either side a truly beautiful face, complete with piecing bright blue eyes. Complete with a dress sense that utterly matched that degree of natural beauty. Believe me, she was a sight to truly behold, but come on, she was my sister after all.

Kelly had always been fully protective of me, as a few school bullies had learnt to their cost, but we were completely different in one aspect of life. Kelly was fully sure of herself, but it would be fair to describe such self-confidence as assured rather than arrogant, she believed in her abilities and herself. With some justification, she was one of life's 'achievers,' succeeding at almost everything she attempted. She'd got herself a decent position at her employment, rising swiftly through the 'ranks' until she'd reached a quite senior position, and the high salary that came with it. But then she was totally honest, and her success was based upon her own efforts, not her using or ratting upon others.

Whereas the best word to describe myself was probably 'shy.' I was almost the complete opposite, totally lacking in self-belief despite possessing a few qualities. With had enabled me to enjoy some achievements, I mean I knew how to work hard, but I still questioned everything, believing I was almost worthless. Especially when it came to the opposite sex. Something that, with her looks combined with her natural positivity Kelly couldn't have been more different regarding.

Although she was single when she moved into our house, we soon adapted a routine in regards towards us sharing the dwelling together, both of us finding the presence of the other to be no problem at all, it must be born in mind however, that both of us existed within somewhat of a state of shock, not to mention, extreme loss at this time.

However, when the question of just what would happen if one of us entered into a relationship occurred, believe it or not, it was the shy and reserved me that commenced one, as opposed to the sexy and confident Kelly. And she couldn't be any more delighted for me, making my new girlfriend, Esther, very welcome the few times when she visited our home. Making it crystal clear to me that we would wait and see if the affair between Esther and myself became serious before any long-term decisions needed to be made.

As it happened my natural reticence rendered that question irrelevant as Esther soon tired of my timid outlook in life and dumped me in a very cruel and public manner. To my utter devastation, and for a while I was completely down, now facing coping with a failed relationship on top of the loss of my parents. And now was the time that Kelly felt the need to take direct action herself. For she suspected several facts concerning my sexual 'kinks,' impressions that observing my failure with Esther had simply re-enforced in her own mind. Oh, and Esther came away from their next encounter with her ego very much battered and bruised, the furious and somewhat vengeful Kelly being in NO mood for mercy as she simply ripped into my ex-girlfriend in front of a very large and slightly bemused audience!

It was very early on a following Saturday morning that she put those plans of hers into fruition. For I had risen very early in order to watch Qualifying from that weekends Japanese Formula One Grand Prix, with said coverage being shown live on television, and occurring in real lifetime from Asia, explaining the early hour. Now it needs to be outlined here, that when it came to cars my shyness disappeared, this was one subject in life where I WAS confident. I was a motor-mechanic by trade, and a bloody good one.

However, my dark mood had intensified yet further as Max Verstappen, someone whom I despised almost as much I now had come to hate Esther, clinched Pole Position. Mind you that soon became secondary as Kelly entered into my line of sight.

MY GOD! I mean I knew that she was an extremely sexy lady, but I had never seen her just like this before, quite deliberately as I was to discover. For in front of me stood my beautiful sister, adorned in fantastic lingerie and nothing else!

Could her bra and panty set possibly be any skimpier and more delicious? Made from the finest shimmering black satin, as was the very stylish suspender belt, that held up her nylon stockings that were themselves extremely sheer. She looked like a total Goddess, taking my mind completely away from the fact that a certain Dutchman would be starting tomorrow's race from the front of the grid!

"Like what you see, brother?" Kelly asked the open mouthed me, who had been reduced to exist within an almost trance like state, her voice in a tone that was as seductive as the way she looked. Utterly gorgeous in other words.

"Bloody hell, Kelly, what are you trying to do to me? Finding my voice finally. "To answer your question, no, the word 'good' doesn't do you adequate justice, bloody stunning only just begins to accurately describe your appearance!

"Excellent! You see I've done all this for you, as you need cheering up!"

"So, this is for MY benefit, is it? What are you trying to achieve here, accelerate the process of me suffering a heart attack? Is that how to cheer me up?"

"Of course not, dear brother." She started to stroke her nylon coated legs, very seductively. "But tell me, do you find stockings and suspenders extremely sexy?" Knowing fully well that I did, very much so!

"Yes, I do, as you know all too well!" In a slightly annoyed tone, just where was she leading to with this? An annoyance that she picked up on.

"Look there is a point to all of this. But to get there you're going to have to be completely honest with me. Remember this is ME who you're talking to here, and I give you my solemn word that what is discussed here between us, will remain strictly between us. Do you fully trust me on this?"

"Ok Kelly, you know I do. Fair enough? But what do you want to know?"

She went for it. "How you ever wondered just it feels to have your legs within the sheer nylon of stockings. Ever wanted to wear some yourself?"

WOW! How do I answer THAT? Because IF was to give a truly honest answer I'd have to say yes, it was true that I did. I'd even considered trying on some of hers when she was out, although I'd never given in to such a temptation. But I completely did trust her, I knew she'd be discreet, and so I simply said with a quiet voice and hung head, "yes."

"Thank you, for both your honesty and faith in me. And tell me, do you feel ashamed to do so, that to hold such a desire is wrong?"

I couldn't even look her in the eye. "Yes Kelly, I must be some sort of pervert. It's one of the reasons why Esther said that she dumped me, I had asked her if I could try on some of hers."

She stepped forward and took my hands in her own. "Well, you're NOT! What's so wrong with you wanting to enjoy the sensational feel they induce? Who says it's only us girls who can enjoy their pleasures? You've done nothing wrong!"

"Try explaining that to Esther!"

"Oh, believe me, I've NO interest in that little tart's opinions, I've already treated her to a piece of my mind, something she did not enjoy!" And do you know what, it actually warmed the cockles of my heart to imagine the quivering state that Kelly's anger had fully reduced her to. "Because she's wrong to condemn you here, it's a totally healthy wish." She smiled at me as she said this, convincing me that she was right, and Esther wrong. And then she asked THE question. "Would you like to try on some of mine?"

WOULD I? I simply answered with a soft voice, one full of joyful emotion, "yes please, Kelly!" Grateful that she was almost the same height as me, less than an inch taller, although when she was wearing her heels, as she often did, she appeared to tower over me.

"Then you shall, Darling brother, you shall! Take a shower first though, I want you spotlessly clean and perform all the necessary in the bathroom first" Meaning go to the toilet, I guess referring to the coffee I'd made myself while watching the F1 cars perform in Japan. "Then come, naked, to my bedroom, where both I and a set of stocking and suspenders will be waiting for you!" Winking at me seductively as she uttered those words, with me completely under her spell by now!

She'd said that she wanted to cheer me up? Well, it appeared that she'd very much succeeded as I dis-appeared naked into the bathroom to toilet and shower, singing to myself in a totally joyful manner. And when I'd finished those tasks, including also giving my mouth a good clean, as instructed by her I proceeded to the main bedroom of the house, which had been the one used by my parents beforehand but was now occupied by Kelly. Her original one having been taken over by me when she had, temporarily, moved out. And there, lying upon her satin covered luxury bed, was a lacy suspender belt together with a pair of sheer nylon stockings, destined for my use it seemed. Like all of Kelly's gear, of the finest quality. My cock responding in the quite natural manner!

Something that didn't go unnoticed! As I walked further into the room, my sister's voice rung out, "well, well, somebody seems to be very excited!" Positioning herself to be standing right behind me, her arms reaching around my body and her hands, both of them, clamping firmly upon my fully erect 'tool.' "My, my, and this is before I've put you into my stockings! What will you be like after I have done so?"

After a quick stroke she released my cock, note I'd made NO attempt to dissuade her, before grabbing the suspender belt, and standing to my front this time, the belt held extremely provocatively in her hands. "Best we fit this! Left foot up, my Darling!"

She swiftly slid her belt over my foot, before directing me to replace it upon then floor, upon she ordered me to lift the other foot, which she also slid the belt over. And then, very provocatively I can assure you, Kelly moved the belt up my legs until it was in position around my waist. "Best you now sit down on my bed, Darling, with your legs hanging outwards!"

Now as I'm sure all of you Ladies can attest to, there is a definite art to the correct method to the fitting of stockings, especially ones as sheer as the items Kelly was proposing to place upon my own pins. An art that I didn't possess the slightest clue regarding, part of the reason why I'd always desisted in trying any of hers on before, was that I was simply far too scared that I'd damage them! As I almost certainly would have done so.

But obviously it was a task in life that Kelly was fully competent regarding, and she soon had the first one rolled up in the time-honoured fashion. Followed by swiftly placing it over my foot. Giving me my first ever direct feel of sheer nylon upon my own skin, naturally I had delighted in rubbing my legs against stocking adorned women before, and OH MY GOD!

They say that the foot is very sensitive, I mean just how does one react when somebody tickles your feet? Quite! And this was the first time that my feet had ever been exposed to the utter delight of sheer nylon. A sensation that was simply multiplied when my sister, having moved that stocking up completely cover that foot and ankle, did exactly the same with my other leg.

"Stand up, please Darling!" Kelly ordered thus, having covered my feet, which when I obliged made her task of sliding the stockings up my legs much easier. Mind you she was in no hurry! Could she have performed this job in any more of a teasing or tantalising manner? I seriously doubt it! Eventually though, stocking met suspender, with my sexy sister completing the task by securing the clasps joining them. For the very first time in my life, but by no means the last, I was suspender clad!

My God, the sensational feelings I was now experiencing exceeded by a huge margin my expectations, I was simply in heaven! But Kelly had no plans to stop here, she had for more in mind for me! Like I said earlier, she'd tapped into my secret sexual desires.

So much was I delighting in their feel, that I didn't clock Kelly grab the belts from four of her satin dressing gowns, the same number as there exists of number of limbs upon my body, a fact that later on became very relevant, as we shall observe all in good time! But for now, she threw three of them upon her bed, and with the fourth still in her hands, she stood behind me, commanding in a tone of voice that simply forbade any dis-obedience, "hands behind back!"

And when I'd complied, which let's face it I was always going to? Kelly utilised that belt to securely, and I DO mean securely, tie my wrists together, in such a manner that, although perfectly safe, being not too tight for example, was utterly inescapable. With absolutely no resistance from me! Thus, changing the situation completely, despite not fully being aware of it myself, my sister had fulfilled one of deepest sexual desires, to become the total carnal captive of a sexy and intriguing woman, herself in this particular case! From now on, we would be conducting this dance to HER tune only! I was now her complete prisoner.

My new 'Mistress' sat herself down on the side of her bed, and she ordered, "LOOK AT ME!" At the same time as she began playing with herself, to both my amazement and delight. But there was an aim to this, an objective that was far more important to her than the achievement of any sexual pleasure. For to be honest, Kelly wasn't directly activating her 'clitty,' her actions in that respect being forced to occur through her satin panties, therefore it took her quite some time to obtain the desired climax, and when she did succeed it was a quite mild one. Never mind. for the purpose she had in mind it would prove to be more than sufficient, those panties becoming covered in her sexual juices! She now had a destination planned for them, my mouth!

I guess that the fact that she had fed her suspenders underneath the panties helped considerably, as I watched her slide them down her gorgeous nylon coated legs, that seemed to go on forever, to be holding them within her hands, their soiled state clearly obvious, right in front of my orifice. "OPEN!" Naturally, fully realising her intentions I was reluctant by now, but what could I do to thwart her? That's right, absolutely nothing, so I meekly complied. IN THEY WENT!

To be held in place with Kelly grabbing the second of her satin belts from the bed and using it to ensure that I could not eject her undergarment from my mouth, tying the belt around my head and over said orifice. As I became used to her sexual scent totally dominating my sense of taste, and to a large extent that of my smell too, I realised that there are far more unpleasant things in life than Kelly's arousal, in fact I was becoming even more turned on, if that was at all possible!

Now, I'm fully aware that there are plenty of you Ladies that have negative thoughts regarding stockings and suspenders, being of the opinion that their presence should not be necessary within a truly loving relationship. And one of the things that wind these women up most, is when a male makes a female pace up and down within a room, usually a bedroom, thus adorned. However, I possessed no such inhibitions as Kelly expected me to do precisely that, her hands subjecting me to the most deft and erotic touches as I did so. My cock fully displayed the very true fact that I had never been so 'switched on' before in my entire life as I was then, itself being within a more solid state that it had existed in previously. It really did resemble a solid ramrod!

After some period of time Kelly had me cease, to be stationary in front of a tall mirror within which I could clearly see the reflection of the suspender clad, not to mention gagged, me, now simply standing there. And she ensured that I would continue to do so, by using those other two dressing gown belts to firmly bind my legs together, one at the ankles and one just above my knees, making movement virtually impossible for me.

In the mirror I could suddenly see my sister's beautiful face, beaming with an absolutely lovely smile, as she stood behind me and rested her chin upon my left shoulder, noticing her arms wrapping themselves either side of my bound body, one her hands clamping itself upon my rampant cock, whilst the other took hold of my balls, beginning to squeeze them and not too gently for that matter!

That hand holding my 'tool' soon began a 'pumping' action, slowly at first, but soon accelerating the motion until it was occurring at 'full throttle,' as it were. At the same time her voice was within one of my ears, softly whispering, "cum for me Darling, cum for your sexy sister! It's just what you need and deserve, after what that evil tart did to you!"

Kelly's actions ensured that it was simply a matter of time before what she had suggested came to pass, the pressure started to rapidly build 'down there' in no time at all. Before long, her wishes came to fruition, as I could hold back no longer, as my spunk simply shot out of the end of my cock, at a rate, amount and intensity that I hadn't simply believed possible, let alone ever have felt before! Leaving quite a mess on Kelly's bedroom floor! However, she didn't make too much of a fuss about this, simply fetching a cloth in order to clean it up.

However, any thoughts I might have had that this would mark the end of today's proceedings would soon be dispelled right there and then. Kelly stood in front of me, announcing "it's time for us to move things onto my bed!" She was planning to 'cross the line!'

"For once I have you tied to that, I'm going to shag you into the middle of next week!" Upon the look of sheer shock, and horror upon my face, she continued, as if to explain herself. "Now I'm fully aware that we should do NO such thing, as we are brother and sister, but just who apart yourself and I is going to know about it, I've no plans to broadcast the event myself, and I doubt that you have? And think about it, the main reason why such an act is illegal in the first instance is to prevent any interbreeding, something that is well 'out of order,' but as I'm on the pill and will make sure that no unwanted pregnancy occurs, just where is the harm here?"