Series 1

I love those sheer, translucent stockings, so thin they seem to peek through the skin, smooth and comfortable. From a young age, I've been obsessed with them, loving to look at them and even more so, to wear them. But I dared not steal them, nor did I have the money to buy them, so my older sister became the sole reason for all my stockings.
My sister is two years older than me, and we've slept in the same room since childhood. She loves wearing stockings. As far as I remember, her first pair was bought when she was in junior high school—those flesh-colored, translucent short stockings. She loved them so much that she didn't want to take them off, even when showering or sleeping. I was a million times more excited than her. Whenever she wore stockings to sleep, I would hug her feet and lick and suck them, making her laugh uncontrollably. Later, my sister gradually noticed my intense interest in her stockings and asked me,

"Little brother, why do you hug my feet every time I wear stockings?"

"Nothing, it's just fun," I replied abruptly.

"Then why do you put my feet in your mouth?" my sister continued.

"I—" I didn't know how to answer my sister's question for a moment, and my face flushed red.

"Little brother, we grew up together, don't you trust your sister? I promise I won't let a third person know!"

I knew I couldn't find any reason to explain this anymore, so I had to be frank:

"Sister, of course I trust you. I've never hidden anything from you since we were little, and I know you won't tell anyone else, but this matter..."

"Then what are you hesitating about?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that if I tell you, you'll never let me hug your legs again."

"Tell me, as long as you tell me the truth, I can grant your request." My sister gently pulled my head to her chest and said to me.

My head rested against my sister's warm chest, and the familiar fragrance surrounded me. I knew that I had been captured by my sister again.

"Actually, I can't quite say when or why I started liking stockings. I only know that I fell in love with them the first time I saw them when I was very young. There was no reason, no explanation, it was just like something I was born with. This inexplicable feeling gradually intensified as I grew older. Then, from the first time you wore stockings, all my attention was focused on you. I used to scoff at the stockings that other people wore. I felt that the stockings you wore were so transparent and light, and they felt like my own skin on my feet, smooth and delicate. Especially when you wore stockings after taking a shower, the wet stockings clung to your legs, transparent as if they had disappeared. Seeing you lying on the bed wearing stockings, the suppressed joy and excitement in my heart could only be released through hugs and kisses..."

When I looked up at my sister, I found that she was completely dumbfounded.

"Sister, are you listening?"

"Yes, yes, go ahead and tell me! I just felt so wronged that I never realized you had so many hidden sorrows after living with you for so long."

"Oh, right, sister, there's something else I haven't told you!"

"Hmm."

"Don't be angry when I tell you?"

"Go ahead, I won't be angry."

"Actually, when you're not home, I often secretly wear your stockings. Seeing my legs tightly wrapped in them, feeling their smoothness, it feels so comfortable!"

"Ah—you little devil! No wonder my stockings sometimes run! It's you who did it!"

"Ha...ha...ha..."

From that moment on, there was no more suspicion between my sister and me, only trust. Occasionally, I would secretly buy a few pairs of stockings for my sister, and she would give me hers, even teaching me how to wear them properly. The various stockings in my sister's wardrobe became our shared treasure. Every night, my sister and I would put on stockings and lie on the bed, playing around with each other. Our legs would rub against each other through the stockings, and that electric feeling is still unforgettable.

Spring came and went, and several years passed in the blink of an eye. Finally, one day, my sister had to leave me because she was admitted to a university in another city. As she was leaving, she said to me,

"Little brother, I'm leaving. You'll be all alone at home, so you have to listen to Mom and Dad."

I lowered my head, not knowing what to say to my sister.

"What's wrong?" my sister asked me.

"It's nothing."

My sister seemed to sense my distress and said,

"Little brother, I didn't take any of the stockings from my wardrobe. I left them all for you. Take them out and wear them secretly whenever you want. I love wearing stockings too, and I love playing with you in them. I'll miss you while I'm away. If you want to be with me, you must study hard. When you take the college entrance exam, apply to the same university I'm attending. Then we'll be together again, won't we?"

My sister's words immediately made me overjoyed. Watching her train disappear into the distance, I began to prepare for two years later.

For two years, with those dozens of pairs of stockings in my sister's wardrobe as companions, life wasn't lonely. Every day, as long as I wore my sister's stockings, my heart could find peace, allowing me to focus entirely on my studies. Gradually, the unique excitement of wearing stockings faded. Joy without someone to share it with isn't true joy. I knew I needed a companion, someone who shared my love for stockings. Whenever this happened, I thought of my sister, who was far away. All I could do was study hard. And so, I counted down the seconds, passing two long years. When it came time to fill out college applications, with my grades, Tsinghua and Peking University were a given. But I resolutely chose the school my sister attended. My teachers and parents didn't understand, but no one could change my decision. Finally, I was able to come to my sister's side as I had wished.

When I first entered university, my older sister was already a junior. It was then that I realized university life wasn't as perfect as I had imagined. My sister and I lived in separate dormitories, one for boys and one for girls. I couldn't wear stockings with her, and I couldn't wear them myself either. That despair and frustration made me increasingly depressed. No one understood my feelings better than my sister. One drizzly Saturday, I was idly flipping through some magazines in the library when my sister suddenly sat down next to me and said,

"Little brother, come on! Let's go shopping!"

"It's raining outside, what's the point of shopping?!"

"Come on! Hurry up!" Before I could say anything more, my sister had already pulled me out of the library.

We went to a supermarket, and my sister went straight to the hosiery section. The shelves were filled with all kinds of stockings—thigh-high, ankle-high, pantyhose, lace-up—you name it. My sister said to me,

"Little brother, I know what you're thinking, but we can't be like we are at home at school. Although you can't wear thigh-high or pantyhose right now, it's okay if you wear ankle stockings; no one will notice."

Hearing this, I immediately perked up. My sister picked out a pack of translucent flesh-colored stockings for me, with transparent toes, and then bought herself two pairs of flesh-colored pantyhose. After leaving the supermarket, my sister took me to a small park near the school. I said,

"Why are we here? We're not here to date. I want to go home and change into my new stockings!"

"Silly boy, what's the rush? I know what you're thinking!"

Completely bewildered, I followed my sister around the park. Finally, she stopped by a large rock near the lake.

"Alright, let's rest here for a bit!" she

said. "What's fun here?"

I asked, glancing at her with a smile, then remaining silent. My confusion only deepened. Just then, she subtly lifted her skirt to her knees, revealing her calves. She then dipped her feet, clad in sheer flesh-colored stockings and crystal-clear mid-heeled sandals, into the water. Watching her stockings glisten in the clear lake water, her delicate pink toes twitching gently inside, my heart leaped into my throat, pounding wildly. My frozen nerves momentarily realized my sister's intention. I placed my hand on my sister's calf, gently stroking her smooth stockings. Occasionally, I scooped up cool lake water and splashed it onto her legs until the stockings were completely damp. My sister sat there quietly, enjoying this brief moment of tenderness. For a moment, it felt as if we had returned to our younger days.

"Little brother, didn't you want to wear stockings? There's no one here right now. Why don't you put on these new short stockings you bought?" My sister's words broke the silence between us.

"Okay!" I said, taking off my shoes and ripping off my thick cotton socks, throwing them far away into the grass behind me, muttering,

"Go to hell, let them be fertilizer!"

This made my sister laugh so hard she almost fell over.

"You! You're so big now, and still so naughty!" she said, handing me a pair of newly bought short stockings.

I took the stockings, put them on, and dipped my feet into the water. Two pairs of stockinged feet played and touched each other in the clear water—it felt amazing!

"Sister, you're so good to me!"

"I did this mainly because I don't want to see you so listless all the time. As long as you can cheer up and study hard, I'll be at ease."

"No problem!"

"Alright, it's getting late, let's go home."

We lifted our feet out of the water, and the breeze felt cool on our feet; the thin stockings dried quickly. In the days that followed, my sister and I often went to that park with the water. And at school, those flesh-colored short stockings became my only choice.

When I was a sophomore in college, my older sister had already graduated. When she left, she saw me looking depressed.

"Little brother, what are you thinking about again?" she asked.

"Sister, why do you have to leave me again just when I'm getting used to this life? Is life always playing tricks on me?"

"Oh dear—my silly little brother, why are you getting dumber as you get older?"

"What's wrong?!"

"I'm not coming home. I'll rent a room and work in this city. Then you can come over to my place every weekend, right?"

"Hehe!" I grinned like I'd found 200 yuan.

The first weekend after my sister left, I rushed to her place. As soon as I entered, I saw her house was full of pots and pans, really showing signs of a comfortable life. She had even prepared a delicious dinner for me.

"Eat up, and after you're full, I'll play with you!"

I knew exactly what she meant. In less than five minutes, the food on the table was gone.

"Are you full?" my sister asked.

"I'm full!"

"Then go take a shower first!"

Warm water sprayed over my body, and the feeling of home grew stronger. When I came out of the shower, I found that my sister had changed into a white nightgown, the same one she used to wear at home, and the curtains were drawn tightly. My sister pulled a box out from under her bed—wow! There were many brand-new stockings inside. I carefully admired each pair of the beautiful stockings.

"Which pair do you like?"

"I like them all!"

"Then you can wear whichever you like!"

I chose a pair of light flesh-colored pantyhose and put them on little by little. My sister carefully helped me adjust the stockings. Just at that moment, my disobedient "little brother" had swelled to its maximum, and a high "little tent" was stretched in the front of the pantyhose. Fortunately, I was wearing tight underwear under the transparent pantyhose. My sister seemed to notice too, her face turning crimson, but she pretended not to notice. We were both mature enough to understand the ways of men and women; the lively atmosphere in the room had suddenly become serious and sensitive.

"Sister, are you—are you alright?"

"I'm fine, nothing's wrong!"

"Are you feeling better?" my sister asked.

"Yes! You're so kind!"

"Sigh—" With a long sigh, a single, glistening tear slid down my sister's cheek.

"What's wrong, sister? Are you crying?"

"Nothing, sister, I just feel that we're both growing up, and we'll both start our own families in the future. These kinds of opportunities will become fewer and fewer. After I get married, no one will play with you anymore, and you'll become very lonely!"

"Sister, don't worry, I will definitely marry a beautiful girl who likes wearing stockings just like you, and I will love her for a lifetime, just like I love you!"

Later, sister finally got married. Her husband treats her very well, and I feel so happy for them. But I keep searching for my dream lover, and the only thing that can accompany me through those long, dark nights is that thin veil of mystery, so faint and elusive.

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