Stocking-clad slut (serialized)

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Chapter 1 The Girl Who Can't Wear Stockings
Hello everyone, my name is Hoshino Misa, I'm nineteen years old, 163cm tall, and my measurements are 87E-58-86. My friends all say my figure is very alluring, hehe. Actually, having big breasts has its troubles. For example, in the summer, I always attract the attention of men on the street, and their eyes are lecherous… However, when it comes to figure, I'm still outshone by my older sister.
Because we lost our parents at a young age, my sister and I have relied on each other, so we have a very close relationship. Today is her big day because she's getting married!
Her fiancé is a fitness instructor named Kimura, but soon I'll be calling him brother-in-law. He's a tall, handsome, and charming man. I know he will definitely bring happiness to my sister; it's truly enviable.
"Misa, are you dressed yet? It's getting late,"
my sister urged me from outside the door.
"Sorry, I'm almost done…"
I replied, but I felt a little hesitant. Today I wore a pale yellow silk slip dress, and for the sake of formality, I had to wear pale yellow stockings.
But a year ago, I was assaulted by a male classmate and threatened to become his sexual object. Every time we had sex, he would demand I wear a short skirt and stockings. Since then, whenever I wear stockings, I'm reminded of that memory, and my body naturally arouses sexual desire.
For the past year, I've been wearing pants, but today I'm my sister's bridesmaid—how can I wear pants on such an occasion?
Looking at the stockings in front of me, I made up my mind, slowly rolled them up, and put them on my right foot. Ah, that long-lost texture—the smooth, soft nylon stockings began to protect my beautiful legs.
Actually, I never disliked wearing stockings before; I even liked them, because I saw my sister look incredibly sexy in them.
Then I put the stockings on my left foot, stood up, and pulled them up to cover my buttocks. Surprisingly, even after a year without wearing them, my movements weren't rusty at all. I smoothed the stockings with my hand, making them even, and memories of the past flooded my mind.
A boy was caressing my thighs, occasionally pinching and sucking my breasts. Soon, he forcibly tore my stockings, and then something hot and hard penetrated my private parts. He ignored my resistance, thrusting in and out, shattering my reason. I gradually began to moan, my hips twisting to meet his thrusts. Finally, he cried out and ejaculated a large amount of semen into my uterus.
"Mmm...ah...so good...ah...I'm going to come...I'm going to come..."
I don't know when, but I found myself masturbating by putting my hand inside my stockings and panties, involuntarily pressing my clitoris.
"Misa, they're here, come out quickly."
The voice outside the door brought me back from the pleasure before orgasm. I was actually masturbating while recalling the scenes of being raped? I got out of bed, quickly tidied my clothes, put on a pair of white stilettos, and went out to greet the groom who came to steal the bride.
The bridesmaids in the hall were all dressed to the nines, but the bridesmaid was the most beautiful. People say a woman's wedding day is the most beautiful day, and it's certainly no exaggeration. As soon as the door opened, six or seven men walked in, one of whom was Mr. Kimura. The others were presumably his gym colleagues, as they were all very muscular. Even so, we couldn't let them easily take the bridesmaid away. Besides accepting the red envelopes for opening the door, we had to torture them a bit.
My friend Nana had prepared a bunch of punishment cards for the groom to accept.
At first, they were lucky, drawing things like push-ups and eating wasabi—too easy! But this time, the punishment was for the groom to lick the bridesmaid's feet. But looking at Kimura, he didn't seem to mind at all. Had he gotten used to it?
"Nana, this is too much! What if he gets a stomachache later? Let's cancel it."
I felt like I had betrayed Nana.
"Misa's such a spoilsport! How about the groom's friend takes the punishment? How about that handsome guy behind him?"
Nana pointed to a man behind the groom.
That man is my cousin, Hoshino Masato. After our parents passed away, our uncle temporarily took us in. Since our uncle and aunt had no children, he treated us as his own. In addition, our uncle also adopted another son, this is Masato.
He is two years older than me, and because he is close in age to my sister and me, we have been childhood friends. Moreover, Masato is excellent in academics and sports, and he is especially fond of me. I have liked this cousin who is not related to me by blood since I was a child.
About two years ago, my sister and I moved away, and we were both busy with our studies, so we rarely kept in touch.
"I don't care, but how can I touch Mr. Kimura's fiancée?"
Masato walked from the back to the front. I hadn't seen him for several years, and he seemed taller and more mature than before.
"You're right, then let's change people here too. Misa, you can go."
Nana mischievously pushed me forward.
"Nana... this is too much, Masato-nii-san..."
I was a little embarrassed.
“Misa, I’m fine with that.”
Before I could react, Yato had already squatted down, gracefully removing my right high heel, and then lifted my calf in front of him with both hands.
I was left with only one foot supporting my body, and thankfully Nana was holding me up so I wouldn’t fall.
Yato first extended his tongue and lightly touched my toes, and I reflexively pulled back. Yato waited a moment, then lightly licked them again. This time, I felt the warmth of his tongue on my stockings and began to get used to it.
The stockings seemed to emit a faint fragrance, which made Yato suck on them, like a baby suckling at its mother’s breast. Each toe was carefully and gently “pampered” by him. I felt a ticklish sensation from his stimulation, and I occasionally let out “uh-huh” moans. Fortunately, the laughter of the people around me drowned out my moans.
At this moment, I felt my love juice about to flow out again. Looking at Yato’s stockings, which were now soaked, I couldn’t help but recall that I had also had my stockings stained with semen before. But for some reason, I didn't feel disgusted; instead, I felt quite comfortable.
However, my silk panties were already wet from masturbating, and now more vaginal fluid was flowing out, making my private parts feel very uncomfortable. I wished something could fill it.
"Okay... Nana, Misa, stop playing around, we're going to church."
My sister's words brought me back to reality. We looked at the clock; it was indeed getting late, so Nana had to call it a day.
Masato spat my foot out of his mouth and then politely helped me put my high heels back on.
"I was rude earlier..."
Masato whispered an apology in my ear as we left the house.
I responded with a smile; I didn't really mind.
Next, we went to the church for the ceremony. I watched my beloved sister walk into the church and exchange vows, my heart filled with mixed joy and sorrow. Joy because my sister had found a good home, sorrow because my sister would be someone else's wife, and I would no longer be able to live with her.
But today I was a little absent-minded, probably because I was wearing stockings, and I hadn't felt the smooth sensation of my legs rubbing against each other in a long time. Plus, I had been thinking about erotic things this morning, so when my sister and brother-in-law kissed passionately, I couldn't help but fantasize about how they would make love passionately tonight, and my lower body became even more aroused.
After the wedding, my sister and brother-in-law were taking pictures with relatives and friends outside. I couldn't resist any longer, so when no one was looking, I went to a nearby grove of trees and leaned against a tree to masturbate.
"Ugh... I'm already so wet... Misa, you're so horny,"
I muttered to myself, pulling my stockings and panties down to my thighs. I carefully looked around again to make sure no one was there, and then began to caress my breasts and labia.
"Mmm...ah..."
Even though I didn't want to before, I still can't forget the pleasure of intercourse. The man tore open my stockings, pulled down my panties, and thrust into me without restraint.
I inserted my fingers into my vagina, and my juices flowed like a river. It had been a long time since I had masturbated so excitedly. Was it all thanks to the stockings? I don't know how long I masturbated; I didn't even realize that someone was standing nearby.
"Ya...Ya-ren-nii-san..."
I was at a loss, quickly pulling up my stockings and panties, then covering my chest with my hands.
"Misa, I never thought you'd become so naughty, secretly masturbating here."
Being seen like this by someone I respected made me feel utterly ashamed. It was my sister's wedding, and there were hundreds of relatives and friends nearby, and I was hiding in a corner masturbating. I didn't know how to explain it; I could only say that wearing stockings made my body feel sexually aroused.
“No wonder you looked like you were in pain when I licked your feet earlier. I’m sorry, I didn’t notice.”
“Brother Yaren… will you hate me…”
I didn’t expect Yaren to care about my feelings, making me unable to look him in the eye.
“How could I? But this is really troubling. I think you look so beautiful in your skirt and stockings, Misa. It’s such a shame you can’t wear them.”
After saying that, Yaren came over, hugged me, and whispered in my ear.
“Don’t worry, I’ll solve your problem.”
With that, Yaren kissed me. I hadn’t touched a man’s lips in a long time, and this time I didn’t know how to resist. I unconsciously responded to him. Seeing that I didn’t resist, Yaren put his tongue in. Time seemed to stand still. Apart from feeling the soft tongues intertwining in my mouth, I couldn’t feel anything else. Our lips were intertwined for several minutes before Yaren pulled his tongue back, but saliva still connected our tongues like silk.
“No, we’re siblings…”
I gently pushed him away, even though he had aroused my desire.
“That’s why I’m here to help my little sister with her physiological needs.”
Before I could even reply, Ya Ren’s right hand was already groping inside my skirt, perhaps assuming I had already given in. It was true, being caressed by a man was much more pleasurable than masturbation, and his tight embrace made me feel safer.
“I didn’t expect Misa to be so wet down there.”
At this moment, Ya Ren lowered one of my straps, exposing my left breast.
“Mmm…no…someone will see…”
“It’s been years, and Misa’s breasts have become so full, firm, and elastic.”
He eagerly teased my nipple with his tongue, sucking and licking, sending electric shocks through my body; it felt so good.
“Mmm…ah…Ya Ren-nii…mmm…”
I moaned with pleasure. He knew he had my weakness, and taking advantage of my inability to resist, he pulled down my stockings and panties, inserting his fingers directly into my wet vagina, making a soft, wet sound.
As I closed my eyes, fully absorbed in the pleasure, Ya Ren took my hand, and I felt my right hand gripping a hot, hard rod. It turned out that Ya Ren had unzipped his trousers and pulled out a massive thing; it was at least eighteen centimeters long. He told me to carefully touch his penis.
"Actually, this morning when I was licking your feet, my lower body was already a little restless,"
he whispered in my ear, making it tickle.
"Hehe, so brother is this horny too."
I understood his intention and began to masturbate him.
"It's all your fault, who told my sister to be so cute and sexy?"
His compliment made my heart flutter. We both enjoyed the pleasure from our genitals. Ya Ren's fingers were quick and gentle; I knew that with each thrust, I would soon climax.
"Misa, I'm going to put it in."
Ya Ren withdrew his fingers and instead used his huge penis to press against the entrance of my vagina.
"But...we're siblings, this is incest..."
Although it was a bit of a pity, I didn't want to cross the moral line.
"Misa, didn't you say before that you would be my wife when you grew up? How can we be husband and wife without having sex?"
I didn't expect him to still remember the childhood joke, it was really touching.
I knew that at this moment, a man simply couldn't hold back. Most importantly, I couldn't hold back either.
I nodded slightly, and Yato inserted his penis into my vagina.
"Ah...mmm!"
His penis pierced through my moral bottom line and my vagina. The emptiness I felt when I put on the stockings was now filled, and I couldn't express any other reaction except for moaning.
"Oh...Misa's inside...ah...so wet...so comfortable..."
My penis was already lubricated by the semen I had produced while masturbating, so it was easy for Yato to insert it all the way in.
"Ah... Brother Yaren... um... so thick... ah."
It had been a whole year since I'd had sex, and at first I wasn't confident my vagina could accommodate such a thick and long penis, but now it was completely inside me, reaching right up to my cervix, it felt so good. Yaren could tell from my eyes that I was ready, so he started thrusting his penis in and out.
"Haha... Misa, your pussy... ah... is sucking me... oh oh..."
This must be what they call a "masterpiece," even if I put my own finger in, my vagina would suck it tightly, men seem to really like this kind of vagina. But Yaren's penis is so thick, I wonder if it will be uncomfortable.
But it seems my worries were unnecessary, he quickly got used to it and thrust in and out very forcefully and quickly, I was getting incredibly aroused by him. After a while, he braced my hands on the tree trunk, and then thrust in and out from behind, rubbing my breasts.
"Brother Yaren... ah... ah... so good... Misa... faster... um... um... I can't take it anymore..."
I couldn't stand this kind of double penetration. Even though he was already penetrating me, he still wanted to play with my breasts.
Overwhelmed by such pleasure, my vagina gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid, and it wouldn't stop. To avoid screaming, I covered my mouth with my hand, forcing myself to only make soft moaning sounds.
Even in this state, Ya Ren didn't stop; instead, he squeezed my breasts even harder, and the sounds of his thrusting became more frequent. I knew he was about to climax too.
"Misa... ahh... I'm... ah... I'm going to cum... umm... umm..."
Ya Ren thrust violently a few more times, pounding hard against my cervix.
I was stunned by his thrusting as he injected wave after wave of semen into my uterus and vagina. I don't know how long he ejaculated before stopping; it was a truly terrifying amount of semen.
"Ahh... brother... that's too much! You actually ejaculated inside me! What if I get pregnant?"
I stood up, looking at the flowing semen, somewhat distressed.
"If it's fertilized, let's register our marriage right here."
Unexpectedly, he said it with a serious face.
"Hehe...just kidding, it's a safe period today. Stop joking, hurry up and clean me up."
He was both amused and annoyed, but still very gentlemanly took out a handkerchief and cleaned my lower body, then tidied my hair and clothes. Half an hour passed by unnoticed while making love with Yaren. We had to hurry back to the church. After leaving the bushes, Yaren gave me a card.
"Misa, your problem with wearing stockings is probably a psychological issue. If you have time, come to my office to talk."
I looked at his card. How could things be so coincidental?
"So you're a teaching assistant in the Department of Psychology at the University of Tokyo! What a coincidence! I'll be a student there tomorrow."
I couldn't wait to tell Yaren that I had been admitted to the Department of Psychology at the University of Tokyo.
We were all very happy and couldn't help but laugh at the wonder of the world.
I still had many questions to ask him about the admission process, but then something fell into my hand from the sky—a ball of white roses. Before I could even react, a large group of people surrounded me to congratulate me, even pushing Yaren aside.
I saw Nana's envious look and my sister's happy smile. Perhaps happiness will come to me from now on.

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