CopyrightΒ© 2009 by Michele Nylons
This story is complete fiction and fantasy; the author does not condone non-censual sex but if you find non-censual sex and incest stimulating then read on.
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Mike Stephens was eighteen years old; he lay in his bed slowly improving his erection as he listened to his mother clattering around the adjoining bedroom getting ready for work. He, his mother and his sister lived in a small house in a quiet suburb where he attended high school; his mother commuted to the city where she worked as a legal secretary six days a week. He had never known his father and his mother doted on him; he was a mommy's boy with few friends.
Mike reached under his bed and searched around until his fingers encountered the scrap of satin he was looking for. He pulled the piece of fabric from under his bed and bought it to his face. It was a pair of his mother's red satin panties; they were crusty with dried semen but they still held a scintilla of the aroma of his mother's sex; he put them to his face and scrambled around again under the bed until he found the other object he looking for. It was a pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose; he sighed as he slid his cock inside one of the legs of the pantyhose and caressed the silky garment against his sensitive glans.
Suddenly his bedroom door flew open and Mike's twin sister stormed into the room. She stopped suddenly and stared at her brother lying naked on the bed with his mother's panties on his face and his penis encased in a pair of her pantyhose. She quickly reached behind her, slammed the door closed and locked it.
"For fuck sake Mike; how many times do I have to tell you to lock your fucking bedroom door when you're at it!" she laughed.
"If Mom caught you she'd have a blue fit!"
"Never mind about that Shelley; come and give me a hand with this will ya," Mike smiled back at his sister.
Michele Stephens, or Shelley to her friends, was dressed in her school uniform: pleated navy-blue shirt, the hem of which rested mid-thigh, white blouse, school tie, navy-blue blazer and black court shoes with a two-inch wedge heel. She wore expensive taupe sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose (the same brand Mike had draped over his cock) and white nylon bikini panties and matching bra. Her face was heavily made up with lashings of mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow; ruby-red lipstick and rouged cheeks. Bangles and bracelets glittered at her wrists, matching earrings dangled from her earlobes. Her long manicured fingernails were painted the same ruby red as her lips.
She was forever getting into trouble at school for flaunting the school dress code but as she was a straight A-student, and behaved herself she was given latitude and treated leniently. It also helped that most of the male teachers secretly had the hots for her.
Michele Stephens was an expert prick-tease. She deliberately dressed the way she did to get the male teachers and boy students randy for her. She flashed her legs and knickers whenever she got the chance and during the summer months she opened her blouse to show off her budding titties.
She had no intention of letting any of the males who lusted after her getting any further than a grope and maybe a little foreplay; she fully intended to keep her virginity for the right man, who, provided he had the right prospects, she would marry and let him deflower her on their wedding night.
Not that she didn't like sex. About a year ago she had caught him masturbating into her panties in the bathroom. She had found dried semen stains on her underwear and pantyhose previously to this incident and she was intelligent enough to know that the culprit could only be her brother. She didn't ridicule or blackmail her brother; she made a deal with him instead.
She would give him her discarded nylons and panties for him to use for his masturbatory fantasies so long as they kept the secret to themselves. A few weeks later, after constant begging and whining she had finally agreed to masturbate her brother. She set the ground rules, which they both agreed to. There would be absolutely no penetration! She would not fellate him nor would he get to perform cunnilingus on her. There would be no kissing. In fact; they would never touch each other intimately flesh to flesh.
She would masturbate him only if he had a nylon stocking or a pair of panties covering his penis and he would masturbate her but only through the fabric of her underwear. This way they justified it to themselves that they were not committing incest; they were simply gratifying each other.
"You've only got a couple of minutes before you have to get up for school and Mom's in the next room," Shelley grinned mischievously at her brother.
Shelley was getting a little wet watching her brother stroke his long thick cock and she decided that she could risk spending a few minutes in his room before school. She sauntered over to his bed and took his tumescent penis in her hand and began to stoke it lightly with her fingers; she ran a red fingernail around the corona of his glans and giggled as his whole body shuddered. The stocking wrapped around Mike's phallus was wet with pre-seminal fluid where it stretched over his glans.
"Well come on bother; don't be one way about this," Shelley said and took her brother's hand and placed it under her skirt.
Mike slid his hand up his sister's pantyhosed thighs, relishing the feel of the sleek nylon on her coltish legs.
"Don't fucking ladder my nylons," she half-heartedly berated him shifting his hand from her thigh to her pubic mound.
She opened her stance so that her brother could get uninterrupted access to her pubis. Mike slid a finger along the crotch of Shelley's nylon panties; he could hear the faint hiss of her panties rubbing against the gusset of her pantyhose. Shelley always wore her panties over her pantyhose. He slid his finger inside her labia and felt the wetness of her sex. He expertly found her clitty and began to grind his finger against it through the fabric of her hose and knickers.
"OOOhhhhh!!!" Michele groaned and gripped her brother's penis and began to wank it fervently.
"OOOhhhhh!!! Yes Sis!!!!"
"Have we got time for a pony-ride?" he asked mischievously
Shelley's heavily-made up eyes glittered with lust.
"You naughty boy! Ok; but let's make it quick!" Shelly said, pulling the pre-cum stained stocking off her brother's penis.
Shelly crawled onto her brother's bed, hiked up her skirt, straddled Mike's naked body and lowered her panty encased crotch onto her brother's rampant penis. She began to rock back and forward, enveloping Mike's erection in the folds of her labia through the material of her panties and hose.
Shelly and Mike had invented the 'pony-ride' as a means of mutual masturbation that did not involve any penetration or flesh to flesh contact. It was their favourite pastime but quite dangerous as they could be caught more easily than if they just stroked each other.
Shelly mashed her pubis against her brother's hard cock until she felt his glans nestle against her clitty and then she began to quickly rock backwards and forwards to stimulate herself. Mike held his sister by the waist and pulled her body down on his rampant penis and groaned as he felt his orgasm wrack his body. He flooded his sister's panties with hot semen and Shelly could feel her panties and the gusset of her pantyhose soak up brother's juices as her own orgasm exploded.
Mike ran his hands along Shelly's smooth thighs as he pushed up with his groin forcing his cock inside the folds of his sister's sperm soaked cunt; only the fabric of her panties prevented him from penetrating her virgin pussy. Shelly wriggled her hips causing her brother's cock to stimulate her engorged clitty; she bought a hand up to her mouth and bit it to suppress a scream of pleasure. She didn't want her mother, in the adjoining bedroom, to hear them.
In the next room Mrs Michele Stephens, Michele and Mike's mother, was finishing getting dressed for work. She slid her feet into a pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and pulled them up her long, well-defined legs; she eased out the wrinkles and pulled them tight and snug over her full-cut satin panties. She pulled down the hem of her dark business suit skirt so that it rested just above her knees and straightened it. She slid her feet into a pair of black high-heel pumps and checked her makeup a final time in the vanity mirror.
Michele was in her mid forties and a little plump but still attractive. She wore her hair in a bob; she coloured it brunette and had put discreet crimson highlights through it. Like her daughter she wore very heavy makeup; black mascara and eyeliner, blue and pink eyeshadow, rouged cheeks and plum-red lipstick, one shade darker that her daughter's. Her nails were long and painted to match her lipstick and she wore silver drop earrings and a matching necklace and bracelets. She picked up another silver bracelet and clipped it around her ankle.
She pulled the suit jacket over the mauve silk blouse that she had chosen to wear to work today and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She was aware that she had great legs and large breasts but she was a little dismayed at the slight paunch at her belly.
"Eat less; exercise more!" she berated herself and smiled.
She knew that she was still attractive; most of the single men at the office, and some of the married ones as well, had hit on her. Michele rejected their advances; she had not entered into a sexual relationship since her husband had left her fifteen years ago. With Her children would graduate this year and it wouldn't be long before she was an 'empty-nester' and she could stop working all hours god sends to support her kids and then she could go looking for a good man.