My younger brother is infatuated with my stockings.

My brother is hopeless; he's a fetishist! And he's obsessed with my stockings!

My brother and I are two years apart in age and attend the same university. Because the school is too far from home, we have to rent an apartment together for convenience. But several times I found sticky, white, fishy-smelling liquid on the stockings I was about to wash in the bathroom. I immediately suspected it was my brother. To find out the truth, I deliberately left several pairs of worn stockings in the bathroom. The next day, sure enough, they were covered in the white, foul-smelling liquid, further confirming my suspicions.

I then began my investigation into my brother.

One late night, after hearing him finish using the bathroom, I quietly went to the balcony outside his room and witnessed a scene I'll never forget: my brother was masturbating with my stockings! He put my pair of sheer blue stockings over his penis and rubbed them incessantly. Sometimes he would roll the stockings up and put them around his penis, moving them up and down, all the while moaning, "Sister, I...I love your pussy, I'm going to cum!"

What was even more embarrassing was that he kept sniffing my worn blue stockings; they still smelled of my genitals and secretions. I was so ashamed. I couldn't help but regret using my worn stockings to seduce him, giving this little pervert an opportunity. I wondered how many times I had been unintentionally raped by him in this way. What would my brother think when he saw me walking in front of him, even going out in the street, wearing these stockings soaked with his semen? Imagining his thick, white fluid seeping through my stockings and directly contacting my thighs, would he feel excited or perverted? When I returned to my room, I found my genitals were also wet. Had I been unintentionally stimulated by my brother's obscene actions? I think so. Actually, I don't dislike my brother. Besides, he had always treated me very well, so I decided not to expose my brother and tacitly allowed him to masturbate with my stockings.

Because of this, I started wearing stockings to school or out every day, sometimes even without underwear, letting the stockings be in direct contact with my genitals all day. I also didn't wipe after urinating; I even tried masturbating through the stockings, and my orgasmic fluid sprayed all over the transparent flesh-colored stockings. Looking at those stockings, they were covered in a large yellowish stain, with some areas even forming clumps, and they occasionally emitted a urine-like odor. I was amazed by the amount of my own fluids and my lust.

That night, my brother secretly masturbated with my stockings again. Just as he was enjoying himself, I went in. My brother stood up, bewildered, his penis still covered by my transparent flesh-colored stockings. Looking at his erect and throbbing penis, I realized my brother was now a real man.

I blushed and laughed at him, "Why did you do this? Why did you steal your sister's stockings?"

My brother's face immediately turned as red as an apple, "Because they smell like your body, and they're so smooth, so tempting..."

"Are your sister's stockings really that desirable to you?"

"I've liked you wearing stockings for a long time. Sister, please forgive me, okay?"

"You used my expensive, high-end stockings to do such a perverted thing, and you still want my forgiveness? I'm going to punish you."

My brother looked at me in shock. I took off my nightgown, revealing my lower body, which was only covered by white sheer stockings and no underwear. I gracefully took off the white stockings I had specially prepared for tonight and waved them in front of my brother.

“I’ve worn these stockings all day without changing them, they must smell really tempting. You take them, I want to watch you masturbate.”

My brother took the stockings from me and said, “Sister, can you wear Wolford stockings more often? Preferably 80 thread count, they’re thinner and smoother, more comfortable when I masturbate. And they smell nice too!” I didn’t expect him to have so many requirements. Wolford stockings are the most expensive series I’ve ever bought. He’s really an expert; he knows my stockings very well, he could almost be a stocking expert.

Holding the white stockings that I had just taken off my legs, still warm from my body heat, my brother was extremely excited. He frantically stroked my stockings while wrapping them around his penis, stroking them back and forth. At the same time, he held them to his nose and sniffed them intensely, sucking hard on the toes of my stockings, and licking the crotch of the stockings with his tongue with great hunger.

"Sister's pussy must be sweet, because the stockings you wear always smell so sweet, I love it." Hearing my brother's lewd words, my vagina began to get wet.

I gradually reached my hand into my pubic area and began to tease my clitoris in front of him. I have a very sensitive body and easily reach orgasm during intercourse.

Soon my pussy began to spasm, and I realized I was about to climax. How could I climax in front of my brother? In a panic, I snatched the white stockings back from my brother's hand, placed them on my labia, squeezed my legs together, and in a flash, my love juice gushed out like a spring, instantly soaking a large area of my stockings.

I was completely naked, wearing only a pair of stockings between my legs. My vulva was glistening with a clear fluid. This erotic scene greatly aroused my brother, and he was about to ejaculate as well. He took the stockings, still soaked with my fluids, from me and began stroking them against his glans. His glans was swollen and red, his shaft thick and long, veins bulging. Finally, he ejaculated, splattering countless sperm onto my white stockings. His semen once again stained my undergarments, but I was satisfied. Those white stockings became my brother's permanent treasure, not only because they absorbed both my fluids and his semen, but also because they marked the beginning of a new chapter in our illicit life.

The next day, my brother and I were having breakfast downstairs. Everyone was focused on eating, and the living room was silent. My brother must have been embarrassed by what had happened the night before, but my heart already belonged to him.

"Why do you have stockings that your sister didn't buy?" I asked him casually.

"That's..." My brother's face flushed red again. "I...I stole them from the girl sitting next to me."

"Aren't you afraid someone will find out?" I spat at him. "Especially what if Mom and Dad find out?"

My brother was genuinely scared. "Sister, please don't tell on me! I'll do anything you want!"

"Actually, I know your troubles, and I won't make things difficult for you. But you can't steal girls' stockings anymore. If you get caught, I can't save you."

"Then what should I do?" My brother looked troubled. "I..."

"Use my stockings. Sigh, I can't help you, you little pervert."

"Thank you, sister!" My brother was overjoyed.

From then on, whenever my brother and I went to the supermarket or shopping mall, the stockings section became our must-visit.

My brother would always look closely, checking for any new styles, and he insisted that I buy them to try on. We always bought more than ten pairs each time. He also liked all kinds of brands and styles, including regular pantyhose, four-ribbed stockings, suspender stockings, bodysuits, and open-crotch stockings.

Through observation, I discovered that my younger brother most enjoys masturbating with my stockings because they completely cover his penis, giving him a smooth, silky sensation. Secondly, he likes pantyhose, because the crotch area absorbs both my vaginal fluids and scent, and can also completely absorb his semen. To satisfy his perverse desires, all my stockings are now kept in his room so he can choose which ones to wear for him each day. Every day, I change my stockings in front of him like a model, and he, without hesitation, immediately masturbates to ejaculation using the stockings I just took off. I even wear stockings stained with his hot semen to school and out in public. When I get home, I consciously take off my top and skirt, leaving only my stockings in front of him. Upon seeing me, he immediately rips off the stockings I've worn all day, sniffs them intensely, and even licks them repeatedly until they've sucked out all the fluid. Then, he puts the stockings back on for me and caresses my vulva through the pantyhose.

Although there was a layer of stockings separating us, my brother's hands pressed and rubbed forcefully, sending waves of pleasure through me. My little sister was ecstatic, and my juices flowed from deep within, completely absorbed by the stockings. This was truly the second wonderful use of stockings; thanks to their excellent absorbency, I no longer had to worry about my juices staining the sheets. I moaned incessantly as my brother played with me: "Ah... I'm going to cum, it feels so good... ah... so good, my good brother, please stop, I can't take it anymore..."

My brother stopped rubbing my vulva, pulled off my stockings, and examined them: "Sister is so horny today, you've already leaked so much juice in such a short time, look, the stockings are soaked." As he spoke, he started licking them again.

"No, it's dirty," I said, utterly ashamed.

"Dirty? Not at all! Your nectar is the essence of love. Sister, you should taste your own love juice too!"

He took off my stockings and handed them to me. At first, I was very shy, but the warm stockings kept emitting a sweet scent, and I finally couldn't resist and stuck out my tongue. I even felt it wasn't enough, so I simply bit down on the stockings and sucked the juice inside almost frantically.

"Sister's little mouth must be thirsty. Come on, drink the juice from my little brother." As he spoke, my brother held his big penis in front of me, and I could clearly see the clear liquid flowing from the glans and urethral opening.

"And you're talking about me, aren't you starting to get wet too?" I took his glans into my mouth and licked it hard. I had given my brother oral sex more than once or twice, and I knew that the coronal sulcus of his glans was the most sensitive. Sometimes I used my palate to push against it, sometimes I used my throat to press it, and sometimes I used the tip of my tongue to stimulate it quickly.

My brother was indeed thoroughly enjoying himself, using my mouth as a vagina and thrusting in and out. These relentless attacks left my mouth covered in saliva, which kept gushing out, and I couldn't even wipe it away.

After he'd had his fill in my mouth, he started servicing my vagina. My vagina was already overflowing with fluids. His large glans parted my labia, and my vagina easily accepted his entire penis.

He thrust into me repeatedly in a riding position, while his hands kneaded my breasts. My vagina felt both itchy and numb. My nipples gradually hardened, turning an alluring red.

At this point, I couldn't care less about being reserved. At first, I moaned, then cried out, "Ah, ah... Sister feels so good, sister... more... more, deeper, deeper... Sister loves your big cock... I... I'm going to come again, quick... stockings..."

My vision went dark, and my vagina contracted repeatedly. I released another torrent of fluid onto my stockings, which were now completely soaked. Afterwards, I was truly surprised by my own lewdness.

During intercourse, I never intentionally suppressed myself; on the contrary, I would actively contract my vagina. This not only increased my brother's pleasure but also gave me a deeper experience. No wonder my brother often praised my vagina as a "masterpiece."

Stimulated by the contractions of my vagina, my brother was finally about to ejaculate. But I was ovulating, and he wasn't wearing a condom. Helpless, he had to pull out his penis and ejaculate thick streams of semen onto my stockinged buttocks. As compensation, I licked the semen off my stockings in front of my brother, then used the stockings to wipe his penis clean.

This is the story of my lewd life with my brother. At his request, I wrote it down for everyone to masturbate and fantasize about. As I write this, I'm still wearing stockings stained with my brother's semen.

My brother is truly hopeless; he's a fetishist. And he's actually obsessed with my stockings!

My brother and I are two years apart in age and attend the same university. Because the school is too far from home, we have to rent a place together for convenience. But several times I found sticky, white, fishy-smelling liquid on the stockings I took off to wash in the bathroom. I immediately suspected that my brother was behind it. To find out the truth, I deliberately left several pairs of worn stockings in the bathroom. The next day, they were indeed covered in white, filthy liquid, which further confirmed my suspicions.

I then began my investigation into my brother.

One late night, after hearing my younger brother finish using the toilet, I quietly went to the balcony outside his room. What I witnessed was a scene I'll never forget: my brother was masturbating with my stockings! He had put my pair of sheer blue stockings over his penis and was rubbing them incessantly. Sometimes he would roll the stockings up and put them around his penis, moving them up and down, all the while moaning, "Sister, I...I love your pussy, I'm going to cum!"

Even more embarrassing was that he was sniffing my worn blue stockings repeatedly; they still smelled of my genitals and secretions. I was utterly ashamed. I couldn't help but feel remorseful. Why had I used my worn stockings to seduce him, giving this little pervert an opportunity? I wonder how many times I had been unwittingly raped by him in this way. What would my brother think when he saw me walking around in front of him, even going out in the street, wearing these stockings he had ejaculated on? Imagining my brother's thick, white semen seeping through my stockings and directly contacting my thighs, would he feel excited or perverted? When I returned to my room, I found my genitals were also wet. Had I been unintentionally aroused by my brother's lewd actions? I think so. Actually, I don't dislike my brother. Besides, he's always been very kind to me. I decided not to expose him and tacitly allowed him to masturbate with my stockings.

Because of this, I started wearing stockings to school or going out every day, sometimes even without underwear, letting the stockings be in direct contact with my genitals all day. And I didn't wipe after urinating; I even tried masturbating through the stockings, and my orgasmic fluid sprayed all over the transparent flesh-colored stockings. Look at those stockings, a large yellowish patch, some places even formed spots, occasionally emitting a urine odor. I was amazed by the amount of my own fluid and my lust.

That night, my brother secretly masturbated with my stockings again. Just as he was enjoying himself, I went in. My younger brother stood up, bewildered, his penis still encased in my flesh-colored sheer stockings. Looking at his throbbing erection, I realized he was now a real man.

I blushed and laughed, "Why did you do this? Why did you steal your sister's stockings?"

His face turned as red as an apple. "Because they smell like you, and they're so smooth, so tempting..."

"Are your stockings really that appealing?"

"I've liked you wearing stockings for a long time. Please forgive me, sister."

"You used my expensive, high-end stockings to do this perverted thing, and you expect me to forgive you? I'm going to punish you."

My brother stared at me in shock. I took off my nightgown, revealing my lower body clad only in white sheer stockings, without underwear. I gracefully removed the white stockings I had specially prepared for tonight, waving them in front of my brother.

“I’ve worn these stockings all day without changing them, they must smell really tempting. You take them, I want to watch you masturbate.”

My brother took the stockings from me and said, “Sister, can you wear Wolford stockings more often? Preferably 80 thread count, they’re thinner and smoother, more comfortable when I masturbate. And they smell nice too!” I didn’t expect him to have so many requirements. Wolford stockings are the most expensive series I’ve ever bought. He’s really an expert; he knows my stockings very well, he could almost be a stocking expert.

Holding the white stockings that I had just taken off my legs, still warm from my body heat, my brother was extremely excited. He frantically stroked my stockings while wrapping them around his penis, stroking them back and forth. At the same time, he held them to his nose and sniffed them intensely, sucking hard on the toes of my stockings, and licking the crotch of the stockings with his tongue with great hunger.

"Sister's pussy must be sweet, because the stockings you wear always smell so sweet, I love it." Listening to my brother's lewd words, my vagina also started to get wet.

I slowly reached my hand into the dense forest below and began to tease my clitoris in front of my brother. I have a very sensitive constitution and easily reach orgasm during intercourse.

Soon, my vagina began to spasm, and I realized I was about to ejaculate. How could I ejaculate in front of my brother? In a moment of panic, I snatched the white stockings back from my brother's hands, placed them between my labia, and squeezed my legs together. In a flash, my love juice gushed out like a spring, instantly soaking a large area of my stockings.

I was completely naked, with only a pair of stockings between my legs, and my entire vulva was covered in bright liquid. This erotic scene greatly stimulated my brother, and he was about to ejaculate as well. He took the stockings, still wet with my love juice, back from me and pressed them against his glans, stroking it incessantly with both hands. My brother's glans was swollen and red, his shaft thick and long, with bulging veins. Finally, my brother ejaculated, splattering countless sperm onto my white stockings. His semen once again stained my undergarments, but I felt satisfied. Those white stockings became my brother's eternal treasure, not only because they absorbed both my love juices and his semen, but also because they marked the beginning of a new chapter in our illicit life.

The next day, my brother and I were having breakfast downstairs. Everyone was focused on eating, and the living room was silent. My brother must have been embarrassed by what happened the night before, but at that moment, my heart belonged to him.

"Why do you have stockings that your sister didn't buy?" I asked him casually.

"That's..." My brother's face flushed red again. "I...I stole them from the girl sitting next to me."

"Aren't you afraid someone will find out?" I spat at him. "Especially what if Mom and Dad find out?"

My brother was genuinely scared. "Sister, please don't tell on me! I'll do anything you want!"

"Actually, I know your troubles, and I won't make things difficult for you. But you can't steal girls' stockings anymore. If you get caught, I can't save you."

"Then what should I do?" My brother looked troubled. "I..."

"Use my stockings. Sigh, I can't help you, you little pervert."

"Thank you, sister!" My brother was overjoyed.

From then on, whenever my brother and I went to the supermarket or shopping mall, the stockings section became our must-visit.

My brother would always look closely, checking for any new styles, and he insisted that I buy them to try on. We always bought more than ten pairs each time. He also liked all kinds of brands and styles, including regular pantyhose, four-ribbed stockings, suspender stockings, bodysuits, and open-crotch stockings.

Through observation, I discovered that my younger brother most enjoys masturbating with my stockings because they completely cover his penis, giving him a smooth, silky sensation. Secondly, he likes pantyhose, because the crotch area absorbs both my vaginal fluids and scent, and can also completely absorb his semen. To satisfy his perverse desires, all my stockings are now kept in his room so he can choose which ones to wear for him each day. Every day, I change my stockings in front of him like a model, and he, without hesitation, immediately masturbates to ejaculation using the stockings I just took off. I even wear stockings stained with his hot semen to school and out in public. When I get home, I consciously take off my top and skirt, leaving only my stockings in front of him. Upon seeing me, he immediately rips off the stockings I've worn all day, sniffs them intensely, and even licks them repeatedly until they've sucked out all the fluid. Then, he puts the stockings back on for me and caresses my vulva through the pantyhose.

Although there was a layer of stockings separating us, my brother's hands pressed and rubbed forcefully, sending waves of pleasure through me. My little sister was ecstatic, and my juices flowed from deep within, completely absorbed by the stockings. This was truly the second wonderful use of stockings; thanks to their excellent absorbency, I no longer had to worry about my juices staining the sheets. I moaned incessantly as my brother played with me: "Ah... I'm going to cum, it feels so good... ah... so good, my good brother, please stop, I can't take it anymore..."

My brother stopped rubbing my vulva, pulled off my stockings, and examined them: "Sister is so horny today, you've already leaked so much juice in such a short time, look, the stockings are soaked." As he spoke, he started licking them again.

"No, it's dirty," I said, utterly ashamed.

"Dirty? Not at all! Your nectar is the essence of love. Sister, you should taste your own love juice too!"

He took off my stockings and handed them to me. At first, I was very shy, but the warm stockings kept emitting a sweet scent, and I finally couldn't resist and stuck out my tongue. I even felt it wasn't enough, so I simply bit down on the stockings and sucked the juice inside almost frantically.

"Sister's little mouth must be thirsty. Come on, drink the juice from my little brother." As he spoke, my brother held his big penis in front of me, and I could clearly see the clear liquid flowing from the glans and urethral opening.

"And you're talking about me, aren't you starting to get wet too?" I took his glans into my mouth and licked it hard. I had given my brother oral sex more than once or twice, and I knew that the coronal sulcus of his glans was the most sensitive. Sometimes I used my palate to push against it, sometimes I used my throat to press it, and sometimes I used the tip of my tongue to stimulate it quickly.

My brother was indeed thoroughly enjoying himself, using my mouth as a vagina and thrusting in and out. These relentless attacks left my mouth covered in saliva, which kept gushing out, and I couldn't even wipe it away.

After he'd had his fill in my mouth, he started servicing my vagina. My vagina was already overflowing with fluids. His large glans parted my labia, and my vagina easily accepted his entire penis.

He thrust into me repeatedly in a riding position, while his hands kneaded my breasts. My vagina felt both itchy and numb. My nipples gradually hardened, turning an alluring red.

At this point, I couldn't care less about being reserved. At first, I moaned, then cried out, "Ah, ah... Sister feels so good, sister... more... more, deeper, deeper... Sister loves your big cock... I... I'm going to come again, quick... stockings..."

My vision went dark, and my vagina contracted repeatedly. I released another torrent of fluid onto my stockings, which were now completely soaked. Afterwards, I was truly surprised by my own lewdness.

During intercourse, I never intentionally suppressed myself; on the contrary, I would actively contract my vagina. This not only increased my brother's pleasure but also gave me a deeper experience. No wonder my brother often praised my vagina as a "masterpiece."

Stimulated by the contractions of my vagina, my brother was finally about to ejaculate. But I was ovulating, and he wasn't wearing a condom. Helpless, he had to pull out his penis and ejaculate thick streams of semen onto my stockinged buttocks. As compensation, I licked the semen off my stockings in front of my brother, then used the stockings to wipe his penis clean.

This is the story of my lewd life with my brother. At his request, I wrote it down for everyone to masturbate and fantasize about. As I write this, I'm still wearing stockings stained with my brother's semen.

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