My sister gave me foot fetish with stockings.

My younger 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 easier care. However, several times I found sticky, white, fishy-smelling liquid in the bathroom where I was going to wash my stockings. I immediately suspected it was my brother's doing. 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, filthy discharge, further confirming my suspicions. I then began investigating 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 will never forget: my brother was using my stockings to masturbate! He pulled my pair of sheer blue stockings over his penis, rubbing them incessantly. Sometimes he would roll the stockings up and put them on his penis, moving them up and down, all the while moaning, "Sister, I...I love you, I want it!" What was even more embarrassing was that he kept sniffing my worn blue stockings, which still smelled of my genitals and secretions. I was utterly 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 unwittingly raped 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 stained with his semen? Imagining my brother's thick, white semen seeping through my stockings and directly contacting my thighs, would he find it exciting or perverted? When I returned to my room, I found my genitals were also wet. Was I unintentionally stimulated by my brother's obscene actions? I think so. Actually, I don't hate my brother. Besides, he has always been very good to me, so I decided not to expose him and tacitly allow 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 long. And I didn't wipe myself after urinating; I even tried masturbating through my stockings, and my vaginal fluid from orgasm sprayed all over the sheer flesh-colored stockings. Look at those stockings, a huge yellowish stain, some places even clumps together, constantly emitting a pungent odor of urine. I was astonished 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 sheer flesh-colored stockings. Looking at his erect, throbbing penis, I knew my brother was now a real man. I blushed and laughed at him, "Why did you do that? Why did you steal your sister's stockings?" My brother's face instantly 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 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, 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 amazing. Here, take them, I want to watch you masturbate." My brother took the stockings and said, "Sister, can you wear more Wolfd stockings? 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. Wolfd 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 connoisseur. Holding the white stockings he'd just taken off my legs, still warm from my body, my brother was incredibly excited. He frantically stroked them, wrapping them around his penis and stroking it repeatedly. He also inhaled deeply, sucking hard on the toes of my stockings, and licking the crotch of the panties with his tongue, clearly very hungry. "Sister's must be sweet, because the stockings you've worn always smell so sweet, I love them so much." Hearing his obscene words, my vagina began to wet. I gradually reached into my pubic area and began to tease my clitoris in front of him. I'm very sensitive and easily reach orgasm during intercourse. Soon, I started to spasm in waves. I realized I was about to ejaculate, and I couldn't let it happen in front of my brother. In a panic, I snatched the white stockings back from my brother's hands, placed them between my labia, and squeezed my legs together. In the blink of an eye, my vaginal fluid gushed out like a spring, instantly soaking my stockings. I was completely naked, wearing only a pair of stockings between my legs. My vulva was glistening with a clear liquid. This erotic scene greatly aroused my brother, and he was about to ejaculate as well. He took back the stockings, still soaked with my fluids, and began stroking them against his glans. His glans was swollen and red, his shaft thick and long, veins bulging. Finally, he ejaculated, spilling countless sperm onto my white stockings. Male semen once again stained my undergarments, but I was satisfied. Those white stockings became my brother's eternal treasure, not only because they had absorbed both my fluids and his semen, but also because they marked the new beginning of our promiscuous life. The next day, my brother and I were having breakfast downstairs. Everyone was so focused on eating that the living room was completely silent. My brother must have been embarrassed by what had happened the night before, but at that moment, 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 turned 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 female classmates' 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 it when I'm dealing with a little pervert like you." "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 around carefully, checking for any new styles, and he insisted that I buy them and try them on. We always buy more than ten pairs at a time. He also likes all kinds of brands and styles, such as regular pantyhose, four-ribbed stockings, suspender stockings, bodysuits, and even crotchless stockings. Through observation, I found that my brother likes to masturbate with my stockings the most because they can completely cover his penis, giving him a full silky feel; secondly, pantyhose, because the crotch area of pantyhose can absorb the fluids and smell of my genitals, and at the same time, it can completely absorb my brother's semen. To satisfy his perverted desires, all my stockings are now kept in my brother's room so that he can choose the stockings I wear to him every day. Every day, I would change my stockings in front of him like a model, and my brother would be unabashed, immediately masturbating me until he ejaculated in the stockings I had just taken off. I would also wear stockings stained with his hot semen to school and on the street. When I got home, I would consciously take off my top and skirt, leaving myself in only the stockings, and come to my brother. As soon as he saw me, he would tear off the stockings I had worn all day without saying a word, hold them to his nose and sniff them intensely, even licking them repeatedly until he had sucked out all the juices. Then, he would put the stockings back on for me and caress my vulva through the crotch of my panties. Although there was a layer of stockings in the way, my brother's hands pressed and rubbed forcefully, sending waves of pleasure through me. My little sister was ecstatic, and her 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 worked on me: "Ah... I'm going to cum, it feels so good... ah... so good, my good little brother, please stop, I can't take it anymore..." My brother stopped rubbing me, pulled off my stockings, and examined them closely: "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 was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. "It's not dirty at all, your honey is the essence. 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, moist 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 almost frantically sucked the juice inside."Sister's little mouth must be thirsty. Come on, drink the juice from my little brother." With that, my brother thrust his large penis in front of me. I could clearly see the clear liquid flowing from the glans and urethral opening. "And you're one to talk! You're starting to get wet too." I took his glans into my mouth and licked it vigorously. I'd given my brother oral sex many times before, and I knew that the coronal sulcus of his glans was the most sensitive spot. Sometimes I used my jaw to push against it, sometimes I used deep throat pressure, and sometimes I used the tip of my tongue to quickly stimulate it. My brother was indeed enjoying it immensely, even using my mouth as a vagina, thrusting in and out. These waves of attacks left my mouth full of saliva, which kept flowing out, and I couldn't even wipe it away in time. After my brother had his fill of pleasure in my mouth, he started to serve me. I was already overflowing with desire. His large glans parted my labia, and my vagina easily accepted his entire penis. He thrust into me repeatedly in a horseback riding position, while his hands kneaded my breasts. My vagina was 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 groaned, then it turned into shouts: "Ah, ah... Sister feels so good, sister... more... more, deeper, deeper... Sister loves her little brother's big cock so much... I... I'm going to come again, hurry... stockings..." My vision went dark, and my vagina contracted. I released another gush of nectar onto the stockings. This time, the stockings were completely soaked. Afterwards, I was truly surprised by my own lewdness. During intercourse, I never intentionally suppress myself; on the contrary, I actively contract myself. This not only enhances my brother's pleasure but also gives me a deeper experience. No wonder he often praised me for having a "masterpiece" vagina. Stimulated by the contractions of my vagina, my brother finally ejaculated. However, I was ovulating that day, and he wasn't wearing a condom. Unable to ejaculate, he pulled out his penis and shot thick streams of semen onto my stockinged buttocks. As compensation, I licked the semen off my stockings in front of him and then wiped his penis clean with the stockings. This is my sexual 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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