At home over the past years, they use to sit next to each other watching television but she had never done this before!
“Big brother, will you please massage my feet?” Vivian asked.
“Um, sure. Let me help you.” John said, her request a literal dream come true. John loved nylons, but he loved nylon-clad feet even more. And although he had never said that to anyone except Isabella. He loved not only the feel of nylons, but also the smell and the taste of them. He wish he could explain any of this to Vivian, but I can’t. He was scared. He had sucked on Isabella’s nylon-clad toes, licked the sweat off her soles many times, and smelt the sweet homemade scent.
“That feels really nice,” Vivian said. “Especially because I know you have a pantyhose fetish,” Vivian added as John’s hands went to her right foot and he began to massage it.
“Y-y-you do?” I asked, surprised and confused on how she knew.
“Yeah, I’ve caught you several times staring at Mom’s feet like your life depends on it, and also mine, and pretty much anyone in sight wearing nylons, ever since I can remember,” Vivian said as he rubbed her sole worshipfully.
“I have not,” John said.
“You don’t need to deny it. it’s not bad” Vivian said. It was obvious she knew John was lying.
“Okay, maybe I do like nylons,” He admitted, figuring there was no point in still trying to deny it to her, not while her heel was resting directly atop his semi hard dick and making it hard.
As he massaged her foot, which he was very good at doing, Vivian asked, returning to the question she’d left lingering when they came in from outside, “Maybe you think I’ve forgotten but I’ve not. So tell me, what would you do to me if I am not your sister?”
She had noticed John’s dick getting hard and she knew itbwas because of her. She was very happy she was making her brother hard. She could as well as notice that it seemed big because it was building a big tenth that John cannot hide.
“God, Vivian!” John said not angrily but frustratedly. The recent alluring side of her was really hot, but also awkward… especially since John was focused on her silky sheer foot… and his dick was now raging. There was no way he could hide his dick from
her.
“Tell me,” Vivian insisted teasingly, as she brought her other foot into play, lightly rubbing it against his dick while her blue eyes looked right into his identical ones. “What would you do to me right here and now… if I weren’t your sister.” She asked coyly, causing John’s dick to get harder. She was already wetting her pantie. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be doing that but she couldn’t stop. The more she teased him, the more she gets more turned on and she loved it.
“You really want to know what I’m thinking right now?” John asked.
“Yes, tell me,” Vivian said. “Be a man and spill it out.”
“Okay, I will. But please don’t kill me after I tell you! So first of all… I will caress and kiss every part of your legs, feet and your ass in your pantyhose.”
“Mmmmmmm,” Vivian purred, raising her foot to John’s lips. “You mean this foot?”
“Yeah, this very one,” John said weakly, getting a strong whiff of her stocking-clad foot with it directly on his lips and just beneath his nose.
“These are very expensive pantyhose,” Vivian said as she traced her toes up and down John’s. “I ordered them from Italy. Did you know that in Italy they call them tights?”
“I did,” He moaned. Not because of her foot resting on his dick, but from the silky sheer stockinged foot wandering around on his face with its exotically erotic scent.
“Do you like my nylons?” she asked.
“Yeah, they’re very nice and sexy on you,” John said, continuing to inhale her naturally sweaty sexy foot scent in one long breath for as long as he could. It was a literal dream come true for John.
“Nice?” Vivian objected. “You think they’re just nice? As in you’re a nice guy so you’ll never score?”
“No, Said they are sexy as well,” He hurried to remind her. “The only problem here is that you’re my sister.”
“That’s true. But in secret, have you ever been a naughty boy and fantasized about having sex with your sister?” Vivian asked as she changed the position of her foot from her heel resting on John’s dick, to her entire sole pressing down on it.
“Sis, stop it!” John groaned, one foot on his face driving him wild with her silky soft sensations and her sweaty sweet scent, and her other foot resting firmly on his raging hard dick.
“Don’t pretend that you want me to stop. Answer the question,” Vivian coaxed as she wiggled the foot on his dick, forcing him to moan.
“Yes,” He admitted.
“Yes, what?” she asked, her foot dancing lightly on his dick.
“Yes, I’ve fantasized about having sex with you lots of times; is that what you wanted to hear?” John asked, and he was unable to resist her anymore, so he grabbed the foot in his face with both hands, pressed his face against it, and took a huge breath before licking her sole.
“Oh my! you naughty dirty boy,” Vivian moaned and giggled as he worshipped her foot.
“Your foot smells so good, and it tastes good too,” He said, eagerly loving on it.
“You like my sweaty stockinged soles?” Vivian asked, as her other foot kept slowly rubbing his dick.
“I Love them,” He admitted, his tongue exploring every each of the sole of her foot, while he continued savouring her scent.
“That feels really nice,” Vivian said as he licked his tongue up to her toes, and started pleasuring each toe one after the other.
He didn’t say anything… He didn’t feel the need to. He just focused on pleasuring her foot, each toe, not wanting this moment to end.. ever.
After he finished worshipping all five toes, she pulled her foot away and said, “Now the other foot.”
“Do you like me doing this?” John asked.
“Yeah, it feels amazing.” She replied.
“Isabella called my foot fetish weird,” John said as he took her other foot and began licking the sweat off it, once again relishing the taste and scent enveloping him.
“I didn’t say it’s not weird,” Vivian said, her other foot moistened by John’s saliva, now resting on his dick. “You’re a real freak.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” He agreed, knowing he was always a freak whenever there was a question about what turned him on.
“You don’t need to apologize. You’re a freak, but I love it.” She said.
“Then you won’t mind if I would want to lick and smell your nylon-clad feet all night?” He asked, completely intoxicated and hypnotized by them.
“Mmmmmm,” Vivian moaned as he tongue-bathed her sole. “Usually I’d love that, but tonight I have some other evil night sins in mind for us to share.”
“You do?” John asked as he licked his way to her cute red-painted toenails.
“Yes, I’m considering some very devilish things,” she purred in the most sensual voice John have ever heard in real life, as her foot began rubbing his dick in a circular motion.
“You are, are you?” He asked, trying to sound suave.
“Oh yes, tonight’s the Devil’s night party” Vivian said as he sucked her toes. “The night when civilization’s stifling rules cease to exist.”
“They do?”
“Yes. They’re gone. Vanished,” she said. Then she instructed, “Keep sucking on my toes, but bring your dick out for me too.”
“My dick?” John asked.
“Yes, right now,” There was a trace of commands in her voice.
“Okay,”! John said, keeping his lips on her toes as he pulled down his trouser and his underwear. As he pulled it down, his dick sprang up. Vivian eyed widen as she saw how big it was. it was long, fat with veins. She loved what she was seeing.