Apologies for leaving it so long since I last published but my sister and I have been busy leading our incestuous lives and what with one thing and another I have been a bit lazy! Despite the gap, I really am enjoying putting 'pen to paper' and recounting our sexual adventures as we love the idea of people reading about them. This this will be the first memory where there are other people engaging with us. For the sake of anonymity, I'll use 'stage' names and not our real names (I'll be Simon, she'll be Helen). Anyway, on with today's submission...
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It was a typical Monday lunchtime. I'd left the office and here I was, waiting in a Costa in Canary Wharf shopping centre for my sister. I'd already bought two lattes and grabbed a couple of stools and was sat watching the countless office workers walk past the glass windows in front of me. Suddenly I see my sister and my cock twitches in response. She pauses at the entrance, sees me and gives a quick wave before heading in my direction. My eyes wander appreciatively over her office outfit, a short black and grey dress, dark stockings and black stilettos. I do like that dress, even though she says that she is surprised because it's dark and knows I usually like daytime outfits with at least a flash of colour. However, this dress is ideal for showing her stocking tops when she walks and that is why I love her wearing it. More than once, when she has been out with me, women have tentatively approached her, telling her in a discreet whisper that she is showing her stocking tops. I know that in the office, she would have been wearing tights but would have switched to stockings and suspenders before coming to the coffee shop.
"Hi bro."
"Hi sis."
She gives me a quick kiss on the lips (another twitch!) and then makes herself comfortable on the stool, inadvertently flashing a lacy stocking top as she does so (yep, I do love that dress). Her stocking clad knee takes its rightful place between my legs and starts to knead my crotch through my trousers, bringing me to hardness within the confines of my underwear. We chat about what we did over the rest of the weekend after she had left mine on Saturday afternoon. I sometimes struggle to focus as her knee works me over and my hand runs up and down her silky smooth thighs. Her next question snaps me out of my daze.
"So, a woman at the office is getting married and I have been invited. Actually, the invite is a plus one. What would you say to being my plus one? It is a few months away but we could book the hotel this week and..."
"Easy tiger." I interrupt. "Me and you, off to a wedding together? Do I know her? Won't they think it is a bit weird you bringing your brother?"
"No, you have never met her. But come on, it will be FUN!" Her knee presses harder against my cock to emphasise her point. "I can buy a new dress. Buy some new underwear that I'll surprise you with on the day. It will be fun AND sexy. Come on, don't be a spoilsport."
I can't help thinking that it would be fun to go to a big social event together but of course, that brings the associated risks. "Let me think about it."
"Thanks bro." To demonstrate her gratefulness, she replaces her knee with her hand and squeezes me several times, eliciting a quiet moan of pleasure. As usual on a Monday, I was going to be heading back to the office with heavy balls.
As I knew she would, my sister spent the next couple of weeks being very persuasive and I finally relented and agreed to go to the wedding. My sister went ahead and booked a hotel room (yes, just the one). I was still a little uneasy about exactly how we would introduce ourselves but I guessed we would just deal with it on the day itself.
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It had been difficult keeping my hands off my sister (she had made me sit in the bathroom whilst she got ready) but we were atlast dressed and ready for the wedding. My sister looked fantastic in her wedding outfit. The dress, though not as short as her usual style, did still show a nice amount of leg and I was optimistic that stocking tops would be flashed at some point. It hugged her figure appreciatively and the tan stockings and cream coloured stilettos matched it perfectly.
"Looking good sis. Looking good."
"Thanks. I hoped you would like it. I think you'll like the underwear too. But first, as this is a wedding day, there is one final piece to my outfit. It is in that box."
For the first time, I notice the smart little box sitting on the bed. I looked at my sister quizzically but reached forward and picked it up. What has she planned here? I remove the lid and there, sitting on a bed of decorative tissue paper is a wedding garter and it looks beautiful. Delicate white lace dressed with a blue ribbon and bow that would look good on any bride's thigh.
"I want you to put it on my leg bro."
She sat on the bed and lifted her left leg, her high heeled shoe pointing at me. I lifted the garter from the box. "It's gorgeous. I love the idea of you wearing it during the wedding." I felt myself filling with desire for the woman, my sister, sitting on the bed before me. Her leg outstretched, her stocking tops on show, asking me to put a wedding garter on her. I dropped to my knees and edged forward so that her shoe was just inches from my face. I couldn't help but steal a glance up her dress and was rewarded with the clear sight of her bare thighs leading to what looked like ivory coloured knickers. My first hint of her new underwear.
I stretched the garter and placed it over her shoe and slowly began to slide it up her stockinged leg. As I pushed the garter up higher, I naturally found myself between her legs, which she had opened wide to admit me. The garter passed her knee and was beginning the final part of its journey to her beautiful thigh. I looked up at her and felt her other leg tighten around me, drawing me further into her leggy embrace. As I approached the lacy stocking top, she bent her knee over my shoulder applying gentle pressure to my back. I finally had the garter in place and was fully trapped in the clutches of her legs. I again looked up at my sister from between her silky thighs.
"It looks gorgeous sis." The words were barely audible as my throat had gone dry. Before I could do anything else, her legs pulled me deeper between them. Here I was, on my knees, trapped in my sister's stocking clad legs. She had a sexy little half grin on her lips.
"Eat me bro."
Ever the sensible one, I got half a sentence out. "Do we..."
"I want you to eat me before we go to the wedding."
My resistance fell away and I leaned forward and kissed her pussy through the knickers. I could already smell her sex and this spurred me on. I used one hand to pull those new knickers to the side (and yes, they were satin soft) and my tongue gently licked my sister's cunt. She tasted as sweet and clean as ever, the hint of the perfume she always applied to her inner thighs adding to the aroma. I heard her gasp as she felt my tongue delicately lick her. I felt her hands grip my head, making sure that I wasn't going anywhere, but I had no intention of denying her the pleasure she had commanded of me. I increased the speed of my licking but still only applying the delicate pressure she so enjoyed.
"Oh bro." Though her creamy thighs were pressing against the side of my head I still heard those two words that carried so much weight. Using one finger to keep her knickers to the side, I began to gently insert a finger into her, the wetness making it all too easy for it to slip inside. Another gasp escaped her lips as the twin sensations of tongue and finger began to take their toll on her body.
"Shit bro, that feels so good. I am so fucking turned on."
