Pantyhose Teasing

It was 10:00am in the morning when Kyle picked up his phone. He was sitting in a dining room chair, turned sideways. Megan was kneeling on the floor in front of him, slowly sucking on his throbbing manhood, giggling. He swallowed hard. She'd kept him on the edge of his orgasm for the past 30 minutes already and he really had to cum soon.

"Mmhmm... it's time," she said, releasing him for just a moment, her hand stroking up and down his hard, wet length.

He pressed the button to call his sister and it rang twice before she picked up. "Hi big brother," she said cheerfully.

"Hi. Um... do you have a second to talk?" he asked, looking Megan in the eyes, hitting the speaker button so that she could hear, too. He set the phone on the table so his hands were free, one hand resting on Megan's head. Megan smiled as much as she could, her mouth stuffed full of his cock.

"Of course," Jasmine said. "I always have time for you. What's up?"

This was the moment Kyle dreaded. The moment he was actually going to ask her... the moment he was actually going to admit to her how he felt about what happened. "Well, it's... um... about... um... what happened."

"Mmm... on Friday?" she asked, acting a little coy.

"Um... yeah," nervously laughing a little bit.

Megan slid his cock from her mouth, saliva dripping from it to the floor below. She stood, giggling softly, stroking his cock still as she slowly moved into his lap.

"Did you enjoy it?" Jasmine asked.

"Yeah... I did... and I... I was wondering... I was wondering if you could... you know... come over this afternoon?" Kyle asked. Slowly, Megan moved his shaft, sliding the head of his cock up and down her slit, circling it around her clit a few times, all the while staring at him with a devious, little smile. The sensation on his cock was almost overwhelming.

"Megan's not going to be home until late again?" Jasmine asked, sounding amused that he was actually asking her to have sex with him. His fetish was actually delicious and she loved that she could so easily control him with it.

"Yeah... um... not until after... um... 7:00pm."

"Hmm... yeah, I can do that... you want me to bring or wear anything... special?" Her question was dripping with sexual undertones.

Slowly Megan lowered herself onto his cock, resting her hands on his shoulders for balance once his cock was inside her. God her pussy felt so good. She pushed down more and more until he was fully inside her, then began rocking her hips forward and back.

"Yeah... um... can you wear some... pantyhose... again?"

Jasmine giggled. She knew he'd want her to wear that. And she loved that he was such a slave to pantyhose. "I'd love to. What time?"

"Um... is two o'clock ok?"

Megan started moving up and down, realizing that their liaison was a go, sliding him in and out of her wetness. She looked at him, almost giggling with delight that her plan was being put into action.

"Perfect," Jasmine said. "I'll be there."

"Ok," Kyle said quickly, trying desperately not to moan into the phone. "See you then."

He grabbed the phone and pressed the button to hang up. Then he quickly set it back on the table, his hands moving to her hips to help drive into her.

"Fuck," she moaned, moving even faster. "This is going to be so fucking hot. She'll be our little nylon plaything."

Kyle moaned and closed his eyes as the pleasure built quickly. "Oh God. Fuck!"

Megan stopped and stood, pulling him from her pussy. Her fingers quickly moved between her legs, her fingertips rapidly circling her clit. She looked down at him, her body quivering. "Save that sweet cum for your slut sister," she said before closing her eyes and letting her orgasm wash over her trembling body, leaving him without an orgasm.

*****

"Hi big brother," Jasmine said teasingly as she slowly walked into the living room. She'd let herself in through the kitchen door, which was closest to the driveway, and found Kyle sitting in the living room. He looked up at her, nervously. She was wearing a button-up white blouse and a grey skirt.

"Hi," he said, swallowing hard. He knew why she was there. She was there to fuck. His sister came to his house in order to fuck him, just as he'd asked. No matter how many times he thought about it, no matter how wrong it sounded, it made his cock throb in anticipation.

She walked over and stood in front of him, holding a package in her hands. "I brought these with me. Do you want me to put them on?"

Kyle licked his lips and nodded. "Yeah."

Jasmine walked over to the nearby reclining chair and sat on the edge of it. "They're a wonderful shade of green, don't you think?" she asked as she tore open the package and took out the nylons.

"Wow," he sputtered, both excited and nervous. "They look... beautiful."

Jasmine bent forward, bunching up the nylons in her hands, and slid her foot into the nylons, unrolling it slowly as she moved up her leg. "I love wearing pantyhose," she said softly. "I love how they feel against my skin." She put her leg in the other side of the hose and pulled that up slowly, too. Then she stood and, after lifting her skirt, pulled them up over her hips. "Don't these look so nice? I love how I look in these."

She gathered the material around her waist and pulled up even tighter, forcing the crotch harder against her bare, shaved pussy.

"I like when they're really tight fitting, nice and tight on my body." She sat back down. "I think these look so good," she said as her hands slid along the leg and over her inner thighs. She spread her legs, exposing herself to him as she touched her pussy through the nylons. "Look at my pussy through them. It's so hot. I love that you can see my lips through these pantyhose."

She stood, her hips swaying back and forth, teasingly. She reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt, sliding it down and off her legs.

"I just feel so... sexy... when I have these on," she said. "They're so silky against my skin. I really like to pull them up tight so that they don't leave much to the imagination." She again slid her hands over her nylon-covered pussy, teasing herself as she giggled. "I love doing that because it creates a camel toe. Would you like to see my camel toe?"

Kyle couldn't help but watch her as she brought both hands down to frame her pussy. The nylon material had been pulled up between her labia, creating the crease between them.

She giggled. "See? They're so tight against my pussy." She slid her hands over her hips, thighs, and ass, feeling the silky material and teasing Kyle as he helplessly watched. "I love to wear pantyhose out. And when I do, I never wear panties underneath. All day long I walk around with them slightly rubbing against my clit. Mmm... that feels so good."

"Are you looking at my pussy Kyle?" she asked as she walked forward until she was standing right in front of him. "'Cause that would be very wrong you know. I'm your little sister. So you better not. You better not stare. You better not look or stare at my... hot... wet... pussy. 'Cause that would be wrong. And if people found out..." she giggled, letting the unfinished sentence dangle.

"It looks so good behind the nylons," Kyle said, staring at her pussy, his hands clenching and unclenching as his desire for her grew.

"My warm, wet pussy? Do you want to touch it?" she giggled.

"Yes," Kyle whispered. He slid his hand forward, touching her inner thigh, sliding it up to her pussy and letting his fingertips lightly graze her there.

"Mmhmm... that's it." Jasmine felt his fingers glide over her labia and lightly circle her clit. "That's it." She grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to her face. She slid his fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. "I love to live dangerously. How about you?"

"We already have," Kyle said, feeling his cock harden so much in his pants it was getting uncomfortable. He watched Jasmine release his hand and start to unfasten her shirt, a button at a time. Slowly she exposed her bra to him, tossing her shirt aside. She smiled down at him as she reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. She slid the straps down her arms and off slowly, too, leaving her standing in front of him, only wearing her nylons.

"I want to have some fun," she said, smiling deviously. "And you're gonna do whatever the fuck I want. Aren't you Kyle? Go on, take off your pants. I want to see just how hard your cock is for me."

Although his mind was screaming to him on how wrong this whole thing was, Kyle unfastened his pants and, lifting his hips, pushed them down and off his legs. His cock was throbbing, standing tall and hard.

"Mmm... very nice," she purred, obviously loving the sight. She knelt on the floor between his legs. "Let me help you with that. That's what I'm here for, remember? This is why I'm wearing these sexy, sexy nylons." She gently grabbed his shaft and flicked her tongue over the head before gently sucking on it. "You want me to take care of this, don't you?"

"Yeah," Kyle nodded. He definitely needed someone to take care of him. His cock was throbbing hard.

Jasmine moaned as she slid him deeper into her mouth, getting his shaft very wet so that her hand could stroke him better. Her head bobbed up and down several times, his cock disappearing into her mouth repeatedly.

"I wish my boyfriends got this hard... or this big," she said as she stroked him, admiring the size of his cock. She slid him deep into her mouth again, deepthroating him several times, then sat and stroked him.

She stood a moment later, her hands moving to stroke herself through the nylons. "You know, everything looks so much better with nylons on," she said, turning her body one way, then the other, her hands continually touching herself. "My legs... my ass... my pussy. Go ahead, stroke your cock for me."

Kyle looked up at her, fear in his eyes, as his hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking it. Things were moving fast and he knew Megan was close by, listening and watching, waiting for her moment to enter.

"Are you scared? Are you scared that Megan might find out about us?" Jasmine asked. "You should be... although I know neither one of us is going to say a word about this. It's just a little fun, right? It's just me showing you my lovely stockings. I have all sorts of stockings at home... so many different designs and colors."

Kyle licked his lips, hoping he might see all those some day.

"You know, I think it might be time," Jasmine said, grabbing the nylons at the crotch, "to rip these stockings open so you can see my pussy again. Let's do it. I love the sound of stockings ripping." She tugged, pulling her hands apart, ripping a big hole in her stocking, exposing her engorged pussy as she giggled.

She slid her fingers through her exposed labia, sliding one inside to finger herself for a moment, then bringing it up and swirling it around her clit. "Mmm... look at that. There it is... there's that pussy. Much better. Mmmm... it's so wet. Oh my God... I'm totally exposed now." Kyle watched as she continued to masturbate, looking down at him and enjoying his reaction. "Oh, that feels so good."

She took a step back from the couch, stepping further away from Kyle. "Why don't you kneel down here... Go on, you can touch."

Kyle dropped to the floor, kneeling in front of her as she moved close once more. His face was perfectly level with her pussy and he could smell her musky scent. He ran his hands up and down one leg, then the other, feeling the nylons.

"I... um... have another favor to ask," he said nervously.

"A favor? My nylons and pussy aren't enough for you big brother?"

"Well, I... uh... I have another... fetish... that I was wanting to explore with you," he said, obviously scared but excited.

"Another fetish?" she smiled down at him. "Oh, brother, you are certainly a world of fun. So, what's this new fetish?"

"Well, I want to... you know... tie you down... to the bed... and please you." Kyle swallowed hard. What if she said no? What would Megan do then? It seemed like her plan hinged on having Jasmine tied down.

Jasmine thought his nervousness was because he was exposing his sexual kinks to his little sister. She giggled. "That's so kinky, big brother. I think we can do that... if you promise to give me extra orgasms today." She smirked. She knew she had so much control over him. Even tied down, he'd do everything she demanded. "Ok... let's go."

Kyle took her outstretched hand, stood, and led her up the stairs to the master bedroom. The bed was big, king sized, and Jasmine crawled up onto it.

"Tie me down with what?" she asked.

"Well, we um... we have some ties here already," Kyle said, reaching below the bed and pulling up a leather wrist cuff with buckle to show her. A rope was attached to it already which fell into the darkness beneath the bed.

"Oh, you two are so fucking kinky! I never would have thought Megan would be into this kind of stuff. I love it!" Jasmine said as Kyle put on the first cuff, then quickly moved to the other side of the bed and put on the second. Jasmine now lay on the bed with her arms outstretched. She tested them, pulling hard for a moment and realized they were secured well. "Now what?"

Kyle took his shirt off, then crawled up onto the bed on all fours. He moved over her, his cock swaying beneath him as he knelt above her. "Now I take care of you," he said, kissing her. They both felt his cock sliding against her thighs, the nylons giving him exquisite pleasure. He moaned into each kiss.

Slowly, his kisses moved down the side of her face to her neck, then down to her chest where he paid extra attention to her nipples. Jasmine was moaning softly in pleasure, her body undulating on the bed beneath him.

"Oh yeah... suck on my big tits," she moaned.

He continued even lower, his tongue circling around her bellybutton as he kissed it, then to the top of her pubes. She was shaved, with just a little line of hair above her clit.

Kyle knelt between her legs and bent down, smelling her pussy for a moment. He locked eyes with her as he slowly slid his tongue along her labia, teasing her, making her moan even louder.

"Oh yeah... God that feels so good," Jasmine moaned. Kyle slid his tongue deeper, tasting her, enjoying her dripping wet pussy. "Yeah, yeah... so fucking good. I love having your tongue in my pussy. Make me cum all over your tongue. Then you can lick your way up my body, put your tongue in my mouth, and make me lick all my pussy juice off your tongue. Then we can both taste my wet, little pussy."

Kyle lay on his stomach on the bed, feeling the cool bedspread against his hard shaft. His tongue slid inside her, curling and flicking underneath her clit before sliding over it in circles.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum for you," Jasmine moaned. "Oh yeah. You feel that? You feel how wet my little pussy is for you?"

"Uh huh," Kyle said softly, sucking on her labia for a moment, quickly making Jasmine pant and moan more loudly. "It's so fucking good.

"Oh fuck me.... fuck me," she panted, getting closer and closer to her first orgasm. "I'm gonna cum! I'm so close. Yes! Yes!"

Suddenly Kyle stopped and pulled his tongue away. Jasmine looked down at him in shock, her body still trembling. "What the fuck!" she said loudly.

He watched her as she dropped her head back on the pillow again and kissed her inner thighs. He could feel her still trembling as he licked her skin, moving closer and closer to her pussy once more.

"Oh fuck!" she yelled as he started licking her molten pussy once again. Slowly he brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm... gonna.... Yes! Yes!"

Then suddenly he pulled his wonderful tongue away again. She hit the bed with her legs in frustration, panting loudly.

"Don't fucking stop, God damnit!" she yelled at him. "Fuck!"

"Oh, but that's exactly what I told him to do," Megan smirked as she walked into the bedroom. She was only wearing blue, crotchless nylons herself and she crawled onto the bed.

Jasmine looked at her in shock. She was still breathing hard, her body still trembling from her denied orgasms, as her mind raced. Megan had caught them in her own bed! "Fuck! Um.... Megan..." she started to say.

Megan shook her head. "Don't even think you can talk your way out of this," she said, giggling. "I know exactly what you're up to." She knelt beside Jasmine and slid her fingertips along her arm, up to her shoulder, and then across her chest. Slowly her fingertip circled her breast and then nipple.

"I know you fucked my husband after I left the other day," Megan said. "I told you about his pantyhose fetish just to see if you would take the bait. And you did wonderfully. I have it all caught on camera as a matter of fact."

"I... I don't understand," Jasmine said, trying to move her tied-down arms. "If you just release me we can talk about this."

Megan giggled at her attempt to free herself. She knew just how good those bonds were. "I never told you how much I wanted to fuck you, did I?" Megan asked her. "That perky, tight, little body. Hell, I never even told Kyle. But I had a feeling there was just something about you two... something that was a little off. I just knew there was something seething beneath the surface... something both of you were hiding from me."

"Oh my God, look at how beautiful her tits are... so perky." Megan bent down and licked Jasmine's nipple, watching it harden rapidly, then bit it. Jasmine yelped. "And now that I know I was right, I thought I'd get in on the fun. Not that you have much choice. I'm sure both of you don't want anyone seeing the video." Megan looked down at Kyle, who was still laying between Jasmine's thighs. "Kyle," she said simply and nodded.

Kyle started licking, teasingly, along Jasmine's pussy once again making his younger sister squirm.

"You see, until you comply, until I tell him to stop, Kyle is going to bring you to the brink of orgasm again... and again... and again," she giggled. "And never let you cum. What do you think about that?"

Jasmine squirmed, hoping to have an orgasm... just this once... begging with her body for Kyle not to stop this time. She was begging for Kyle to let it happen. "Fuck... please!"

"Did you ever think that I might have a fetish or fantasy of my own?" Megan asked, pinching and rolling Megan's nipples between her fingers. "Did you ever think that I might enjoy dominating little sluts like you?"

"Fuck," Jasmine moaned loudly. "Please... I'm so fucking close... please!" she begged. "Let me cum!"

And then, with a glance from Megan, Kyle stopped again, leaving Jasmine frustrated once more.

"Oh my God!" Jasmine yelled, her body shaking in frustration. She was pulling at her bonds, trying to break free. "No! Please! God! Don't fucking stop!"

"There's only one way that you'll ever... ever... get an orgasm from Kyle again," Megan said, bending over until she was face to face with her young sister-in-law. She kissed the tip of her nose as she kicked her leg over Jasmine's torso, then slid her body higher and higher until she was sitting on her chest. Megan smiled down at Jasmine, smirking, as the reality of what was about to happen showed on Jasmine's face.

Jasmine shook her head slowly, but Megan only smiled. "You can't..." Jasmine said.

"Aw, don't look so sad, Jasmine," Megan said. "You're going to enjoy it." Jasmine squirmed beneath her, trying to dislodge her sister-in-law... trying to get free. But it was useless. "Don't fight it, Jasmine. You know it's going to happen." Megan nodded, smiling deviously. "Besides, if you want to have an orgasm... then you have to give me one first," Megan said as she slowly crawled forward and settled her pussy down onto Jasmine's surprised face. Megan reached down with both hands and grabbed Jasmine's head, guiding the young woman's trapped mouth against her pussy. "Oh, look at you. You look so pretty with my pussy on your face."