My True Story of Stockings

I've loved wearing stockings for a long time now, since I was sixteen. I love wearing stockings of all colors, pantyhose, basically any stockings. At first, I would just buy a few pairs at the supermarket and wear them secretly at home. Later, I felt it wasn't enough, so I started wearing stockings over pants in various places. But every time I looked at my long legs in stockings in the mirror, I felt: it's a pity that no one appreciates my beautiful legs. I always wanted to find an opportunity to show off the charm of my stockings in front of people.
Last summer vacation, I finally got my wish to visit my uncle's house. My uncle has a son who is in the fifth grade of elementary school. My aunt and uncle work during the day and are often not home. I decided to target my younger brother first. Actually, I visit his house every summer, but this time I made thorough preparations. On the second morning of my visit, after we ate breakfast together, my aunt and uncle went to work, leaving only my brother and me in the large room. My heart started racing. My brother is a very naughty child with small eyes. Although he is small, he has a lot of curly white hair. To prepare properly, I pretended that I needed to take a bath because it was hot. Then I went into the bathroom alone and quickly washed my whole body, paying special attention to my legs and my carefully cared-for, fair feet. Afterward, I sneaked to the place where I left my bag by the door and changed into a pair of tight denim shorts and a pair of brand-new silver strappy high-heeled sandals as fast as I could, which further accentuated my fair and delicate long legs. I hesitated whether to wear stockings to see my cousin who was studying in his room, but thinking that such an opportunity only comes a few times a year, I suddenly became bolder. So I put on a pair of very transparent stockings, and after stepping into the high heels, I was even more excited. I listened to the crisp sound of the high heels hitting the ground as I walked step by step into the living room. My cousin was sitting on the floor watching TV, wearing only oversized athletic shorts that revealed his short, thick legs. When I walked into the living room, he was spooning ice cream into his small mouth, squeezed shut by the fat on his cheeks. I calmly sat down on the sofa next to him and placed my legs, encased in almost transparent stockings, on the table beside him. I really wanted to stomp on his big belly with the heel of my high heel. "Where's that smell coming from?" my cousin, with his keen sense of smell, asked, moving closer to my legs on the table next to him. I pretended to lean forward slightly, curling up the leg closest to him, and then sniffed, saying, "It must be the smell of my socks, right?" "No way, you're not wearing socks," my cousin stared at my right leg with suspicion. "With your nearsightedness, I'm wearing sheer stockings," I said, draping my right leg over my cousin's left shoulder, my right foot supporting his chin. At that moment, my cousin not only noticed that I was wearing stockings, but also a pair of simple high-heeled sandals with only two thin straps. My cousin's eyes widened, as if he wanted to devour my foot with his gaze. He slowly put down the ice cream cone in his left hand and the spoon in his right. "Why aren't you eating ice cream?" I asked, pulling my leg back and forth on my cousin's shoulder. "You really can't tell unless you look closely!" My cousin grabbed my slender ankle, which was as thick as his chubby forearm, with his left hand, and gently stroked my heel with his right. His round nose was almost touching my foot as he sniffed intently. "Tsk tsk! It smells so good!! The color is nice too," my cousin exclaimed. I could clearly see his erect penis bulging out of his shorts. I offered the outside of my foot to my cousin's lips. "What do you think my foot is? Are you saying you want to taste it to see if it's good in color, aroma, and taste?" I asked my cousin coquettishly. My cousin didn't answer. He was panting heavily, his mouth wide open, greedily nibbling at my ankles and heels. Sweat dripping from his face and saliva constantly soaked my stockings. After licking the outside of my right foot, his heavy head burrowed under my leg, and his thick tongue circled my ankle before starting to lick the inside of my right foot. "How does it taste?" My cousin didn't say a word, just kept working hard, licking and biting, every inch of skin from my ankle to my thigh was covered by his burning tongue. He licked it all over, then pressed his flushed face against the inside of my thigh, panting heavily. I gently lifted the lace trim of my right thigh's stocking and stuffed it into his hot mouth. He bit down hard, tearing the stocking so badly it ran. I cooperated, my thigh, calf, and ankle peeking out from the ripped stocking. The long stocking I'd just taken off, still in his mouth, hung down to his erect penis. Then, he looked at my long, white, bare legs with satisfaction. He wiped the drool glistening at the corner of his mouth with my tattered stocking. Only then did my cousin notice my left leg was right next to him. He reached out and grabbed my left ankle, still clad in a stocking, rubbing my arch hard against his penis. His head was turned to the right, because there, my bare foot, its ankle firmly gripped by him, was pressed against his right shoulder. My cousin sucked fiercely on each toe of that foot, as if he wanted to suck off my pale pink nail polish. Not only that, after sucking on each toe, he greedily savored… He started by tasting my calf, then my thigh, and finally my right leg was back in his embrace. At this moment, my cousin had my left leg, which was covered by stockings, wrapped in his left arm, and my right arm around my bare right leg. My cheeks were tightly sandwiched between my thighs, and my erect penis was being rubbed between my legs, which were inside his shorts. "Does it feel good?" I whispered in my cousin's ear. My cousin groaned, his hands kneading my legs. He twisted his body vigorously, and soon his penis slowly twitched a few times before going limp.
"You're not allowed to tell anyone about this!" My cousin said to me very seriously afterward, like a child who had done something wrong. Both of my stockings were completely torn, especially the one on my left foot, which had a lot of milky white liquid stuck to it. I leaned back on the sofa and gently took off the stocking, then said to my cousin in a commanding tone, "Lick your feet clean." My cousin diligently licked my feet clean. "Go get my bag," I commanded again. My cousin obediently did as I said. I took out another pair of unopened stockings from my bag. I gently opened the package, and inside was a pair of black stockings with lace trim. Then I slowly rolled up one of them, gently held it in front of my cousin, and put it on my right foot, which was farther from him. I slowly pulled it up, and when it reached my calf, I raised my calf high and then pulled the stocking all the way up to my thigh. "Did you see what I did?" "Yes," my cousin replied. I took out perfume from my bag and sprayed it evenly on my legs. I put the other sock into my cousin's wide-open mouth. Then I took out a pair of black boat-shaped high heels. I got up from the sofa, slowly put my feet into the high-heeled sandals, and walked towards my cousin's bedroom. I arrogantly told my cousin, "When we get to the bedroom, put on the other sock." My cousin obediently followed me swaying into his bedroom... (Do you want to know what happened after we entered the bedroom?)

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