"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked, shaking my head in disgust. "He wants you to go down on him, but won't go down on you?"

"Yeah, he actually has made me pretty insecure about myself, especially now that he dumped me for Brittany."

"Brittany?" I repeated.

"Yeah."

"She is a lot bigger slut than I am," I joked.

"Yeah, but he got what he wanted," she said, tears beginning to fill her eyes again.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around her again. "Well, little Blair may have gotten a lot more than he hoped for," I chuckled.

"What do you mean?" she sniffed.

"I know Brittany is in real trouble with her grades and graduating and her folks hired her a tutor. I'm betting it was Blair, because I overheard part of a conversation between Brit and Amy that suddenly seems to make sense.

"They were talking on the quad and as I walked up to them from behind, I heard Brittany say, 'So, he got me past that last math test, but now I've got his little pecker in my pocket and am going to have him write my English and Social Studies term papers.'

"She cut off when she saw me, but I bet she was going to say Mr. Little Pecker was going to have to help her cheat on exams too."

"And I bet the little puppy will do it," Sarah said with disgust. "It will ruin him scholastically more than her if he gets caught, but he was so excited just from me jerking his little crank, he won't even think about the consequences if she's actually giving him pussy."

"So, I'd say you're well shut of him," I soothed as I tightened my embrace. "Sarah, you deserve a man who loves you for you because I have no doubt you're worth waiting for."

"Have you been willing to wait for anyone?" she challenged, pushing back a little so she could look up into my eyes.

Truth be told, I haven't had to wait beyond a second date to score once I'd brought my MILF training to school. "Well," I mused, "I like to think I would for the right girl, but honestly, I haven't really been tested yet. And now that I've heard about the girls' stud-or-dud grapevine, I have to guess that some of my dates knew exactly what to expect when they said yes to a date with me."

"God, I need a date who can fuck me like you fuck girls," she declared.

Again, I was honestly shocked and again my cock pulsed. "Um, Sis, this is going to sound inappropriate, but you did make me promise to always speak openly and honestly with you."

"Go ahead," she said.

I stepped back but kept my hands on her shoulders. "Well, I gotta admit you've surprised me with how, well, sexually knowledgeable and interested you are. Has it been like that for a long time? And if you're horny, why have you been hiding yourself away so diligently?"

I motioned up and down with one hand, pointing out how she was covered from foot to neck in baggy garments that were plain to the point of being ugly.

Her head dropped and she spoke to the floor. "Mom," she said softly.

When she didn't say anything else, and just kept looking down, I took her by the shoulders again and guided her back to sitting on the couch. Taking a seat next to her, I asked, "Mom?"

She sighed, gave me a quick look, looked down again and started talking. "She was so beautiful and stylish and always had those good-looking men hanging around.

Her voice choked up and I put an arm around her shoulders and held her tight against my side.

After a moment, she gave a little hiccup and continued. "Then a couple of years ago I realized I didn't want to be stared at for having boobs any more than for not having them."

"So, you kept wearing the granny clothes," I offered when she went silent again. She gave a small nod. "Um, what about the nylons underneath? Is that also because of Mom?" Our mother's favorite look, and mine too, was to wear short skirts, often with slits that gave many glimpses of the tops of various colored thigh-high stockings held up by garter straps.

"Yes. No. It's because of you."

"Me?" I choked, sliding aside and turning to stare at her. "What did I do?"

She looked embarrassed, but said, "Last May I went to your room to talk to you about something, but I heard the bathroom door close down the hall, so I knew you were in there. I went into your room to wait, and I saw the video you had paused on your laptop."

I gulped, hoping it hadn't been an incest movie or that I didn't have any of Mom's sexier modelling photos open alongside.

"It was a middle-aged lady modeling lingerie for the 'neighbor boy' to seduce him," she said.

I remembered. By then I'd had a couple of sessions with Brenda Thomas, the MILF who'd taken my virginity and had found a video with a woman who could have been her sister and was regularly jacking off to it.

"Your e-mail program was open, so I quickly sent myself the link, deleted the mail from Sent and the Trash, and ran back to my room before you finished in the bathroom. I watched the video and couldn't believe how hot it got me. I watched more videos and found I also liked the women better when they were in stockings and lingerie."

She paused and looked at me with a worried expression, probably wondering if I was jumping to any sort of motherly incest conclusions. I was and hunched subtly forward to try and cover the growing bulge in my lap.

To give her a way out, I said, "Nylons have been hot forever, that's why they're so popular in porn. It's why there are Victoria's Secret stores, and it's why Mom wears them, not the other way around."

She looked relieved and gave a small smile. "These are hers that I'm wearing now," she said and giggled when my eyebrows shot up. "I just had to find out for myself how I looked in them, how they felt and how they would make me feel. Sure, she's hardly ever here, but still has tons of clothes in her room and drawers full of all sorts of lingerie and nylons and stockings, so I've been helping myself."

She reached down and lifted her long skirt up over her knees, exposing sheer, mocha-colored fully-fashioned stockings with very thin seams. "Don't tell me you haven't been doing the same thing," she said. "Using them to jerk off in, like in that very first video I saw from your computer."

I was speechless. Not because she'd caught me out, but because I was mentally kicking myself for not having come up with that idea myself. But if there was one thing I'd learned on the football field, it was how to adjust my route after a hard check and keep myself in the play.

"And how do they make you feel?" I asked with a little bit of a growl.

The color rose in her cheeks, but she replied, "Hot. Sexy. I've also come to realize that Mom bought only the best and they feel so good against my skin." She lifted and extended her near leg until her foot was on my knee. "These are silk," she purred. "Feel for yourself."

Oh, fuck, she'd hit me with my kryptonite. I couldn't think, I couldn't speak, I could only stroke both hands over the top of her foot and up her ankle, over and over.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" she sighed.

"Really nice," I agreed. To keep myself from letting my hands go higher and higher up her leg I began massaging her foot, putting to use all the things I'd learned from Brenda and another MILF housewife from the next block who both loved including feet in our sex.

Sarah shifted on the sofa until she was sitting back against the arm with both legs up on the couch. I slid over until her feet were in my lap, and I didn't try to hide that they were right on top of my hard cock. She moaned lightly when I went to work on both of them.

"So," she said in a husky voice, "is it true that you talk dirty to girls when you're doing it with them, that you call them names?"

That fucking girls' grapevine really went into detail. "Not always," I said. "She has to like that sort of thing. Some do, some don't."

"Is it weird, that I want a man to just fuck me and call me names?" she asked, looking at me with a strange vulnerability with not tears but wetness in her eyes. "I've seen it in videos and for some reason it gets me hot."

"From my experience, it's not at all weird," I said, thinking of the mom of six who wanted to be called every name there was while I ass-fucked her. Or Jamie, the minister's daughter and likely only challenger to Sarah for Valedictorian, who repeated, "Oh God," over and over as she begged me to fuck her cunt and had me shoot my load all over her face in the basement of the church. We still hooked up every week or two as she was insatiable and a great fuck. In fact, she was one of the two fellow students I had sodomized.

"Really?"

"Yes, from my few sexual encounters," I said, trying to get away with the word few but that didn't work.

"Few," she scoffed.

"Semantics," I shrugged. "Okay, from my vast experience," I continued, owning my many sexual encounters, every woman has two sides to her. The one she wants others to see her as in public and a much different, kinkier version in the bedroom."

"Or the girls' locker room," she smirked.

"That was one time," I protested, recalling fucking Amber and Amy together after the football championship game... we lost by six... but they made me feel better about it in a wild threesome.

"So, you don't think it's wrong that I want to be called a slut, be face-fucked, pounded hard and have cum shot all over me?" she wickedly asked, seeming to somehow both be asking me innocently and also trying to shock me, the words out of her mouth continuing to make my cock ache with lust and desire.

"Well, you're my sister, so I really don't want any guy doing that to you," I said, even as I thought to myself 'other than me,' but instead added, "although I understand you are a young woman with needs like everyone else."

"And they are not getting met," she replied. "At all."

"Well, I can't help you with that," I said, even though a part of me was perversely thinking actually I could, "but we can go out tomorrow and just have a great night."

"Okay," she nodded, as my phone buzzed with an incoming text, putting an end to our sexually charged conversation.

"Sorry, that's Brian, he's waiting outside to take me to practice." After football season ended, I switched to basketball, where I wasn't as big a star, but I was a starter this year. I realized I hadn't gotten ready at all and would have to scramble.

"Okay," she repeated as she pulled her feet out of my crotch, seeming to purposely rub them hard against the solid lump there on the way. Then she crunched forward, eyes appearing fixed on the same lump and held out her arms to me. I leaned forward and she hugged me. "Thanks, big brother."

"You're welcome," I murmured into her hair, enjoying how she stressed the word big... especially since she'd never once called me her big brother before, always resenting that I came out first.

That night, I read some online sibling incest erotica while I jerked off with a silky nylon stocking imagining it was me and Sarah. Once I came, I felt guilty, but during the stroke session, my dick was throbbing as I imagined taking her virginity and making all those fantasies of hers come true. I mean, why did she tell me all that? Sure, we were very close as siblings, but our sex lives were the one thing we had never broached before today.

I contemplated this and so many other inappropriate thoughts as I tried to fall asleep.