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As I pulled into the driveway of Lisa’s large family house, I thought back to the previous year’s unexpected encounter at our favourite conservation park.  Lisa, who had been my best female friend and ‘little sister’ ever since high school, had unexpectedly decided I would be the first boy she would share her gorgeous eighteen-year old body with; well, at least some of it. And share she did right there in the small lake. Afterward, we didn’t really talk about the fact that she had taken a significant sexual step forward, and had done so with me, her ‘big brother.’ Perhaps because of this, the drive back home that day had been surprisingly free of awkwardness. It seemed that what happened in the lake would stay in the lake. In fact, our friendship continued on as if nothing had occurred under the surface that summer. And now, as I reached Lisa’s front door in full reflection mode, I wasn’t thinking about what would come next with my ‘little sister,’ nor was I prepared for it.  I knocked and then walked into the family home that Lisa no longer officially lived at, but did use as a base of operations when she came back to our hometown to visit with everyone. Her life now, as well as most of her stuff, was stationed back at her university apartment, which was in the big city where she knew she would stay to work after graduation from law school and admission to the bar. However, since her family had ‘abandoned her’ on this holiday, Lisa invited me over to spend some long overdue quality time together. We decided we would do a long bike ride to our favourite park and then chill over a nice dinner out and perhaps grab a movie.  Lisa and I exchanged a big hug and did a long overdue face-to-face catch up over coffee in the kitchen before we started our day. She looked the same as the previous summer when I saw her last in person. However, as we talked and joked, it was clear that Lisa had continued her flowering into an ever worldlier young lady, which was a process I first noticed back in the lake. She seemed even more confident and assertive now in terms of how she spoke, stood, and even looked at me.“Law school suits you, little sister,” I confessed.  She winked at me in response and then said, “Let’s see if you can keep up with me…on the bikes.”As we did the 25-mile ride up to the park, the unannounced gathering of storm clouds altered our plan to take a dip in the lake there, which would have been interesting considering our last swim.  Instead, we just headed back for home before the rain hit. Unfortunately, we ended up getting caught out in a heavy thunderstorm. As we peddled through a river of wind, I thought to myself that this wasn’t how I had envisaged the day with Lisa going.Upon finally getting home, we parked our bikes in the shelter of her garage. We were both so soaked to the bone from the rain that Lisa suggested we take off our outerwear in the garage before entering the house through the adjoining laundry room door.  I shrugged and stripped down to my boxers. Lisa did the same, and this time I snuck a peek without being asked. As I glanced over, Lisa turned to face me wearing a black sports bra and very sensible panties.“Sorry, big brother,” she said with a knowing smile, “No lingerie this time.”I laughed it off. But, yes, I admit that I was disappointed.  I did love, however, the fact that we were still close enough to casually strip down to our underwear together. And Lisa looked just as lovely as she did a year ago Ankara escort in the lake. Even in a sports bra and sensible panties, her tall 5’10, slim and athletic body was mesmerizing. And good lord, her tits were as big and firm and as provocatively shaped in an upward slop as I remembered that day.As if Lisa read my mind or caught me checking her out or both, she said, “It’s ok Jackie, you can get a good look in case you need to use it later.” Then with a mischievous grin, she entered the laundry room to get us towels.‘Wow,’ I thought to myself. ‘Did she just boldly imply or joke that I was going to jerk off later to that image of her in soaking wet underwear? Law school, indeed.’As we toweled ourselves dry inside, Lisa then told me I might be able to find some track pants or something in her old room upstairs. She was going to grab a hot shower to warm up and get new clothes from her overnight duffle bag that she brought with her from university.   As I walked into her room with a towel around me, I saw just how empty and ‘out of date’ it was. Lisa’s parents kept it as a bedroom for her, but clearly Lisa hadn’t really inhabited this room since her high school days. There were still old teddy bears scattered around and figurines on the dresser; a dresser that seemed, just like her closet, to be empty of any substantial clothes.  Empty, that is, except for what looked like an old sock and underwear drawer. Among the socks, I found a pair of very girly-girl pink panties she probably hadn’t worn since she was younger. I immediately felt a pang of guilt and arousal as all guys do when they see girly underwear they probably shouldn’t be looking at. I picked up the tiny panties and thought about how tight these must be around my ‘little sister’s’ bottom when she wears them. However, there was no way I could fit into these, I realized and reluctantly put them back.Also in the drawer were a pair of wine coloured pantyhose that I had seen Lisa wear a few times in the past when she wore that short gray skirt she liked to rock when feeling sassy. I remember thinking the combination was half preppy and half sexy. I held them up and thought, why not. I closed the door, dropped my boxers on the floor, and then sat down on the bed to carefully slide the pantyhose up along my legs.  Thank god I had naturally smooth legs, I thought to myself.As soon as I did, I felt my cock stiffen just a little and I wasn’t sure why. Was it the lingering effect of having just seen Lisa in her underwear downstairs or seeing and touching her little panties in the drawer? I know all guys get turned on by panties and stockings and pantyhose, but that was because of how naughty they looked on the girl. But here I was getting a bit of a stiffy by actually sliding hosiery up my legs.  I nevertheless stood and continued to pull Lisa’s wine-coloured pantyhose up over my hips, my butt, and finally my cock. And as the material of the pantyhose made contact with my cock, it actually twitched further to life and grew a bit more off to the left side of my groin where it was held firmly in place and pretty much parallel to the ground by the tightness of the pantyhose. I just stood there enjoying the naughty feeling of being fully encased in my best friend’s girly pantyhose.“Wow, Jack,” I heard Lisa exclaim in surprise from the bedroom door that she had silently opened. “I see you found something you like,” she laughed as she walked into her Ankara escort bayan room toward me. Despite her laughter, her dark brown eyes were wide with shock.My head jerked toward Lisa, who was still in her sports bra but now with a towel around her hips. Time froze, but I did reflexively place my hands over my bulge, and then managed to say in a very guilty way, “Ah Lisa…I couldn’t find much else.”“Surrrrre,” Lisa acknowledge in a still-amazed tone. “But that doesn’t explain this,” she said accusingly as she moved my hands away from their covering positions near my crotch and then nodded toward it like a lawyer pointing out evidence.With my hands now at my sides, I felt the heat of her stare, which focused right at my semi-erection, which was not standing up directly, thank god. Rather it was pinned off to the left side of my hips by the pantyhose. However, it was still clearly bulging outward and fully visible under the thin sheer red material.“Now that needs explaining,” Lisa said no longer laughing but still clearly both amused and surprised as hell. She shifted her wide eyes back to mine in search of an answer. And when I just stood there silent like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, she looked back down to my bulge again.“And Jesus, Jack, I knew you weren’t small, but I didn’t know you were packing such heat. I must have been preoccupied in the lake with my own…revelations,” she said with a small blush. This was a clear reference to when she hand straddled me last summer in the lake in order to share her body with her favourite ‘big brother.’ I remembered that while she had pressed her panty covered pussy along my shaft under the surface of the water, she never actually saw it.  But Lisa could certainly see her big brother’s cock now, exposed as it was with just the sheer wine-coloured pantyhose covering it.I felt humiliated at being caught like this, but I was also getting further aroused as I stood there before my ‘little sister’ wearing such an intimate and feminine part of her clothing that let her –indeed invited her to-  look right between my legs at a cock that was clearly enjoying being inside of her hosiery. And while I have always been proud of my size (too proud, some girlfriends had said), I was honestly embarrassed to be showing it to Lisa like this. But I have to admit, I did love that she implied it was big. There was something naughty about having a little sister know and acknowledge that her big brother was well hung. Lisa’s voice snapped me back from the slow motion awkwardness of the moment. “So tell me,” Lisa began as she once again shifted her eyes back to mine in search of answers. “What has given you such a hard-on?” There was a sincere curiosity in her voice.“I don’t have a hard-on,” I protested almost automatically, and then added more truthfully, “well, not fully.”“Oh, not fully? Lisa mimicked my words and looked back down between my legs as if to check out my story. “Well, that sounds like a challenge, big brother. Should I leave you alone with my pantyhose so you can get fully aroused?” She giggled at the suggestion.“No,” I said much too quickly, and meaning I didn’t want to pleasure myself with her pantyhose. This might have been a lie, I thought. But Lisa ‘the lawyer’ jumped all over my testimony.“No? Oh, you want me to stay here. You like me seeing you like this… stretching out my poor pantyhose with your big………brother?” She ended her question Escort Ankara with a self-satisfied smile from her play on words.  I didn’t answer, but the answer was ‘yes,’ I realized. Standing here so exposed, so humiliated, and being interrogated by my best female friend was…exciting. And I wondered if Lisa was picking up on the sexual energy I must have clearly been radiating.“Well if you are going to wear them, at least wear them right,” she scolded.   And with that, Lisa bent over a bit at the waist to reach down and rather forcefully shift the pantyhose around my hips to straighten them or the seams or some such. What did I know? But this motion caused the pantyhose material to rub so deliciously on my cock that it twitched in response and grew further. The angle also shifted a bit so it was less off to the side of my hips and now a tad closer the centerline of my abs.  I was worried, strangely enough, that if it kept growing toward the center of my abs -where it always goes when fully erect- it would pop out of the top of the pantyhose. Thank god her hosiery was so tight on me that it acted like a restraining harness on my cock. A hardness that felt so good.“Jesus, Jack, you weren’t kidding, it is getting bigger,” Lisa declared and then bit her lip as if in thought, but maybe it was just shock, I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was a facial reaction from a sudden pang she felt in her mind and body that betrayed her naughty interest in -or arousal from- what was growing between her big brother’s legs.She finally asked without taking her eyes from my cock, “How big does it get?”“About nine inches or so,” I replied sheepishly and almost as an apology.  Lisa stood back up fully looked at me hard in the eyes. “Liar,” she declared but with not much conviction.Then something changed. I could see wheels spinning in her mind as she held me in her lawyer’s stare. There was that same mischievous and determined look in her wickedly smart eyes I remember so well from the lake last summer when she started her teasing and the “sharing” of her body with me.  And when she next spoke to me here in her bedroom, her voice was void of the amusement and shock it had a minute ago. Now it was lower, even a tad flirty, but still with a lawyer’s edge to it.     “So Jackie, you didn’t answer my question. What is it with the pantyhose fetish you’ve got going? I mean I know you love my panties.”I quickly thought back to how she teased me with them in the lake.Lisa continued the interrogation as if she were inside my head. “I know this because of how you reacted when I rubbed my panties on you in the lake. Which, by the way, I felt bad about after. Not the sharing of things with you, which I loved and cherished, but the fact you must have been so blue-balled afterward. It didn’t occur to me then, my bad. But now, naughty boy, I think it’s my pantyhose you really want. And maybe we should see if we can make a right out of these two wrongs.”I stood in silence not sure what she meant by ‘two wrongs’ and not daring to ask or move.“So, explain big brother. Help me help you.  How is it that my pantyhose have caused this?” she nodded toward the bulge between my legs that had actually started to throb listening to her talk about our time in the lake and her panties.I didn’t really know the answer, but I started my ramble anyway.  “Not sure, Lisa.  I was just looking for clothes and I saw that your panties were too small, and they’re really wasn’t much else. So I tried on…these,” I testified in what I thought sounded convincingly innocent until I looked down to see how guilty my semi-erect cock looked bulging out and extending far off to the upper left side of my hips. I then hurried to add, “And maybe I just wanted to feel how you must feel when you wear them.”

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