Wow! That's all I can say. It seems that my wife's older sister (Debbie) has been talking to her youngest sister (Dianne), and they've been talking about more than the cost of groceries!
I'll get right to the point, starting with some background info. Dianne, who is five years younger than my wife, lived with us for several months after she got out of high school, and was attending a local Community College. She was cute then, tall and slim, with great legs and small waist and tits, which she always used to complain about.
Anyway, when she was living with us, we used to flirt around a lot, but nothing ever came of it. Well, almost nothing. I didn't try too hard, because I didn't know if I could trust her young, inexperienced butt.
Whenever my wife had to work late (she was in retail), Dee (her nickname) and I would do a lot of fun things, like riding my motorcycle, renting movies, etc. My wife never thought a thing about it!
One night, we were watching a sexy movie ("Lake Consequence")that we'd rented, and Dee got pretty embarrassed during a hot love scene. She was sitting on the couch in a cute little summer minidress and sheer nylons, her 3" heels on the floor beside her. Her face was beet red, and she got up to leave the room. I was lying on the floor, and I grabbed her ankle as she walked by, challenging her by saying "S'matter, Dee? Too embarrassed to watch?" I also stole a quick look up her dress!
She pulled her ankle out of my grasp, and said "No, I'm just getting something to drink. I'll be right back!" A few minutes later, she returned and sat on the floor beside me, finding out that I'd paused the VCR when she left, and restarted it when she sat down.
"Didn't want you to miss anything, Chicken!" I said to her, and she just watched the screen. The scene heated up more, and Dee started fidgeting around, causing the hem of her dress to ride up some. I just watched her, enjoying the expanse of nyloned thigh exposed to me.
Finally, she noticed that I was watching her instead of the movie, and she yanked her dress down, yelling "Pervert!" at me, but she was smiling. I grabbed her arm and pulled her down on the floor, wrestling with her as we'd done many times in the past.
I let her almost get away from me, but grabbed her sleekly nyloned calf, pulling her back down, which caused her dress to ride back up. This time, she didn't push it back down, and it stayed there, about two inches below the darker part of her pantyhose. AS we struggled, it kept going up, and I was soon able to see that A. Her nylons were sheer-to-waist, and B. She didn't have panties on under them.
As we wrestled around, I really got to feel her nyloned legs up, but I didn't risk going too high, stopping at mid-thigh. I think she might have even been disappointed at that, But I didn't know for sure.