I undressed, put on my bra and maternity dress before realizing I was too tired from the hot tub to put on stockings or my panties.
When Anna called out, “Ready?”
I called back, “Help!”
She walked into the room and asked, “What do you need?”
As I stared at her in a short, one piece red cocktail dress that showcased every curve she had, I sighed, “Apparently I could use a new body.”
“Pretty soon,” she laughed, as I admired her trim, athletic legs displayed in mocha nylons.
“I’m too exhausted to put my panties on,” I sighed.
“Really?” She asked.
“I tried three times,” I sighed dramatically. “I’m definitely not up for a full night out.”
“You’re going out and that’s that,” she said, grabbing my panties.
She dropped to her knees in front of me and ordered, “Lift up your foot.”
My pussy leaked instantly at the sight of her kneeling in front of me just inches from my cunt, but I obeyed… although I wished I was the one on my knees in front of her cunt.
“Other foot,” she ordered.
Again I obeyed.
Then she slid the panties up my legs, her head actually going under my dress… I trembled as I felt a slight gush leak out of me… praying she wouldn’t notice.
I said lightly, although I definitely wasn’t joking, “If you weren’t my sister, I’d grab your head and shove it in my pussy.”
She laughed, “And if you weren’t my sister, I’d munch on this sweet ripe twat until you came and came. Although I usually prefer being the one in control, I love licking cunt.”
“Oh God,” I moaned. “You’d better back out of there before I handcuff your wrists to my knees.”
She laughed, as she stood up and said, “Be careful, big sis, I’d hate to turn you into a lesbian.”
I admitted, “It’s been so long since I went anywhere sexual that I’d probably dyke out with anyone willing.”
“Don’t move,” she ordered, “your outfit isn’t complete.”
“I’m not sure I can anyway,” I admitted restfully, leaning against the head of the bed.
I waited, curious what she thought was missing, when she returned with pantyhose.
I said, “First, I hate pantyhose, I only wear thigh highs.”
“Sssssshhhhh,” she shushed, as she already had one leg rolled up, and she returned to her knees in front of me, “lift up your leg.”
“Fine!” I sighed, not actually thinking it was fine, except for the delicious sight of her again on her knees in front of me.
“We’re going to make you look as sexy as fucking hell,” she said, as she rolled one nylon up my leg.
“How can a pair of nylons that fits you, fit me?” I asked, even as another gush leaked into my fresh panties.
“I accidentally bought a large size when I wasn’t paying attention last month and haven’t returned them,” she explained, as she stopped a few inches above my knee and moved to my other foot.
She observed with a chuckle, her head again under my dress, “Someone really is horny.”
“What?” I asked, even though I’d heard the question.
“You have a wet spot in your panties,” she said.
“I really do need to get fucked,” I admitted.
She laughed, as she continued putting the nylons on.
Once she had both legs completely covered up to my butt, she ordered me to stand up.
I did.
She then pulled the pantyhose up past my thighs, before going behind me and pulling them up the rest of the way… Her hands feeling so good on my thighs and then ass. “These pantyhose are sheer silk from France and have the power to magically draw people to you.”
“So these are magical pantyhose?” I asked. “Like Cinderella wore?”
“I don’t think Cinderella’s fairy godmother had access to twenty-first century Parisian hosiery, but this style has been magical for me,” she nodded. “The number of men and women who come on to me while I’m wearing them is crazy.”
“It could be your huge tits, perfect ass, and unforgivably narrow waist,” I pointed out.
“It’s all part of the ensemble,” she said, as she gave my pantyhose-clad ass a firm squeeze and said, “Now you look good enough to eat.”
“Be careful,” I warned, “I may invite you to dine down there and hire a maitre d’ to ensure you don’t leave the table until you’ve cleaned every bit of sauce from your plate.”
She grabbed my heels and helped me put them on as she teased, “Like I said, if you weren’t my sister I would be all over you… or even under you.”
“Stupid incest laws,” I joked.
“I know,” she laughed, as we headed out for the bridal party.
And for the next four hours I was horny, unable to get the idea out of my head of my sister licking me.
It didn’t help that every gift given to the bride-to-be was sexual in nature.
Lingerie (a couple cute, but sexy teddies, his and hers edible underwear packaged in a pink lunchbox, stockings, and a gift card for Victoria’s Secret).