A Sister's Tail

I turned the volume up again.

"Of yes Dee-Dee, suck your father's cock that's a good girl," he groaned.

Technically of course Lucien was Dee-Dee's father-in-law but around here we still used the term father for our inlaws.

My mother spat Lucien's cock out of her mouth and struggled to her feet.

"Come on Lucien. You said you wanted to fuck me today and I only have fifteen minutes before I have to meet Trey for a late lunch," Mother said.

"Ah fuck Dee-Dee; that boy of mine can wait while I take what's owed me," he guffawed.

"Come on Lucien, fuck me! Your secretary will be back soon and I can't keep Trey waiting," mother replied.

She took grandpa's long stiff cock in her hand and slid her fingers along the shaft; her ruby-red nailpolished fingernails dragged over his glans and he shuddered.

"Jesus Dee-Dee I'm gonna come if you don't stop doing that!"

Mother smiled and then she let go of Lucien's throbbing cock and stepped around him and bent over the desk. She reached round and hiked up her skirt exposing her firm thighs framed by the darker welts of her gauzy beige stockings; a pair of cream coloured, satin, boy-leg panties encased her full ass.

"Oh Jesus I gotta have some of that!" Lucien moaned and kicked my mother's legs wider apart and positioned himself behind her.

He rubbed his cock up and down her stocking-clad thighs, leaving silvery trails of pre-seminal fluid on the gossamer nylons. The same pre-seminal fluid he left on my drawers when he panty-popped me.

"Oh for fuck sake put it in!" mother whined and reached around behind her and pulled her panties down a little bit.

She took Lucien's erect penis in her hand and pushed back with her ass as she guided him inside her vagina.

Although still a virgin, I knew all about fucking. I had seen plenty of pictures of men and women fucking and also plenty of videos. I knew how to masturbate and had put a finger inside my vagina a little; although my hymen was still in tact; but watching my mother fuck my grandfather was fascinating.

This was the man in whose lap I sat about once a month or so and let ejaculate over my panty-clad ass. He was my 'panty-popper' and I was intrigued that mother was also having sex with him.

Lucien was fucking mother with long slow strokes, pulling his engorged penis out of her vagina until just the tip of his glans nestled in her labia and then pushing forward until his cock was buried in mother right up to the hilt. Mother was wriggling her ass in a slow circling motion and pushing back against grandpa when he thrust forward.

She was having difficulty maintaining her balance as her high-heels skidded and skittered on the polished floor, but Lucien had her pinned to the desk with the weight of his body, his hands pawed at her thighs and I could hear his callused hands rasp on her stockings.

"Fuck me father! Fuck me father!" mom started to moan.

Lucien quickened his pace until he was jackhammering his cock in and out of my mother's pussy. I could hear the 'slock, slock, slock,' sound as his throbbing cock slammed in and out her wet cunt.

"AGGGHHHH!!!!" Lucien screamed.

He grabbed mother by her hips and pulled her ass hard back against his groin impaling her on his throbbing cock as stream after stream of hot semen flooded my mother's cunt. Dee-Dee writhed and wriggled as she fought to gain traction so she could get pressure on her clitty as her own orgasm washed over her.

They both wriggled and gyrated against each other screaming obscenities and profanity as they came.

Three minutes later and they were dressed; mom fixing her makeup and grandpa sitting behind his desk sipping a large bourbon.

"Jesus Lucien; why the fuck can't we go to a hotel room; its not like you can't afford it!" my mother said, smoothing out her stockings before pulling down the hem of her skirt.

"My cunt is dripping like a motherfucker and you don't have a shower in here."

"Shut your bitching Dee-Dee; you made the deal. Every Wednesday I get what's coming to me and you know that mostly I have to be at the office," Lucien smiled and swallowed the last of his drink.

"Now get your magnificent ass out of here so I can get back to work."

I knew that was my cue to leave. I switched off the monitor, picked up my school bag and ran to the elevator. As the doors to the elevator closed I heard the click-clack of my mother's high-heels on the floor in the reception area.

"Hold the elevator," my mother yelled but the doors slammed shut before she could see me.

As the car descended I smirked to myself; now I had some bargaining power over mother and grandfather; but how best to use it?

Two days later Dee-Dee came to tuck me into bed. It was nine o'clock and I could smell the liquor on her breath as she bent over and kissed me.

"So how long have you been fucking grandpa Lucien?" I asked.

Mom raised her hand to slap me and then stopped with her palm inches from my face. I had screwed my eyes shut in anticipation and then I slowly opened them when the expected slap didn't occur.

"A lot longer than you've been giving him panty-pops," she smiled wickedly at me.

My face blushed a deep crimson.

"You know about the panty-pops?" I asked incredulously.

"When you started coming home from the Big House with come stains in you draws hun; you didn't think I would notice?"

"Geez mom, I never thought about it to be honest," I replied.

"I never even thought that you would go anywhere near a laundry hamper to see my underwear?"

"Well honey; Betty bought it to my attention. You know I had to give that black bitch a raise just to keep her mouth shut," mother said matter-of-factly.

"You knew grandpa was sexing me up and you did nothing about it!" I cried.

"Oh come on Melissa Bouvier; you've been taking the old guy for money; dont play coy with me!"

"As soon as I found out I confronted the randy old bastard and told him if he ever put his cock inside any part of you I'd cut it off. And hasn't that been the case?"

"You sit in his lap and give him a panty-pop and he pays you for it. Twenty dollars a pop I believe?" she grinned.

"But I'm your daughter mother!" I pouted.

"Cut the bullshit Mellie; us Bouvier women have been using our good looks, our pussies, asses, legs, and our mouths to make money since time immemorial."

"My mother fucked the headmaster to get me into the right school, I fucked your father to get pregnant with you, and I fucked your grandfather so he would let me marry your father. "

"And now every Wednesday I give him whatever he wants. Its just business."

"You're still a virgin though; right Mellie?" she asked.

"Of course mom!" I replied indignantly.

"Well you make sure you keep that for something special; the right man at the right time," Dee-Dee said.

Now if you didn't know my mother you would think this was the weirdest advice you had ever heard a mother give a daughter. But you know all about Dee-Dee because you read my brother's story right?

"You haven't been giving anything away have you?" mother asked, a serious note in her voice.

"No mom just panty-pops with grandpa for twenty dollars a time," I smiled coyly.

"Well you make sure you make that old fucker pays if wants anything more than a panty-pop; and don't let him put that big poker of his anywhere near your cunt," she said.

"Ok mom I won't; I promise," I said.

She bent down and pecked me on the cheek.

"You know that you are going to the young ladies academy next semester?" Dee-Dee asked.

I had been enrolled in the 'Graham Academy for Young Ladies'; what is sometimes called a finishing school.

"Yes mother," I replied.

"Well they have a dress code there as you know, and we have to buy you school uniforms. Skirts, blouses, blazer, shoes and whatnot."

"Yes?" I replied puzzled.

"Well the young ladies there wear nylons not sox; they wear pantyhose to be precise," mother said.

"I know I've so been looking forward to wearing nylons; your legs look so good in them mom and I know mine will too!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"Well grandpa Lucien has asked to take you shopping to buy your uniforms. He says it will be part of his contribution towards your education. You can guarantee that he will want to buy nylons for you too," Dee-Dee said.

"What is it with men and nylons mother?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well I saw grandpa Lucien fucking grandma Jessica's feet while she was wearing nylons; I notice grandpa stroking your legs while he fucked you; and you always wear nylons for father so I assume he likes nylons too."

Before mom could answer I went on.

"And my brother Alex; I saw him wanking with a one of your stockings wrapped around his cock."

"Really!" mother said a little surprised.

"Hmm I'll have to have a word to that young man," she mumbled to herself

"Like father; like son I suppose," she said coming out of her reverie.

"Well Melissa; it appears that all the Bouvier men have a nylons fetish. They like their women to wear stockings or pantyhose; they like the texture, the feel, the sleekness and even the taste of nylon clad legs, pussies and asses."

"The same goes for panties too! You have probably noticed that all of my panties are satin, silk or nylon; and so are all of yours," she smiled.

"I see mom; and that's why grandfather likes to rub his cock on my panties while I sit in his lap?" I said.

"Yes dear; and now he wants to buy you pantyhose; imagine how much he might pay you if you let him touch you while you were wearing pantyhose?" mother smirked mischievously.

I reached up and hugged my mother.

"Oh mother I'm so glad we had this talk; I've learned so much!" I squealed.

"Just like my mother passed on her knowledge to me," she leant down and kissed me again; her perfume smelled delicious.

"Now you take that randy old fucker for all you can when he comes at you when you are wearing nylons for the first time," she said.

"But don't let him fuck you!" she tweaked my nose and stood up.

"Night Melissa," she said and turned towards the door.

"Night mom," I said and drifted off to sleep.

It was only a few days later that grandpa Bouvier picked me up in his town car to take me shopping for my Graham Academy school uniforms.

I purposely allowed my little sundress to ride up my legs showing grandpa my firm, tanned thighs. I turned in the big bucket seat and faced him. I opened my legs a little, displaying my tight white nylon panties. I knew that my hairless pussy was visible through the transparent nylon gusset.

I was shaved my pubic hair and I also used a depilatory cream to keep my pussy nice and smooth and hairless.

Grandpa glanced down at my lap and gulped.

"I appreciate you buying my uniforms for me," I batted my eyelashes at him.

I was wearing a little makeup - some blush, eyeliner, mascara and a dab of pink lipstick. Nothing too heavy or adult, just enough to show off my girlish good looks.

Dee-Dee had shown me how to wear makeup, just like her mother had shown her. I could make myself look like a two-bit hooker, or a junior-miss beauty pageant contestant, or an innocent young girl; which was how I looked now.

I could see grandpa was smitten. Wearing my innocuous little sundress, white ankle-sox, black Mary-Jane shoes, hair-band, and a little makeup, I looked quite the Lolita; which was just the look I had planned.

Grandpa took me to an exclusive young-ladies apparel shop that specialised in providing rich young women with their Finishing School uniforms. The shop assistants were snooty and they kowtowed and grovelled when my grandfather entered the store.

They were dressed in tight black satin high-waisted pencil skirts, white satin blouses, smoky grey nylons and black patent-leather pumps with ridiculously high heels. Exquisitely coiffured, with makeup like models, they were sort of like high-class personal shoppers, only they waited on the junior-miss clientele.

One of the assistants, considerably younger than the others, was entrusted with the job of attending to grandpa Lucien. She sat him down in an armchair and bought him coffee, she fussed over him showing off her big tits and let her tight skirt ride up her thighs when she knelt in front of him to top up his coffee. If grandpa wasn't so consumed with thinking about how he was going to get me dressed up in my Graham Academy school uniform he would probably have made a play for the sexy little shopgirl.

Two assistants took me into a large dressing room where they had already laid out some Graham Academy uniforms for me try on.

They dressed me in a formless grey pleated skirt with a hem that rested on my knees and a shapeless white cotton blouse. I looked in the mirror; not at all pleased with what I saw.

"Look ladies; you know who it is sitting outside this dressing room drinking coffee and you know who my mother is; so let's not fuck around. Get these repulsive rags off me now and listen to what I have to say!" I demanded.

The two shopgirls paled and helped me strip down to my little white nylon panties and white lacy bra. I reached into my backpack and pulled out a picture.

"Here! This what I want," I proffered a picture to one of them and they both looked at it incredulously.

"Well I'm sure we can accommodate you Melissa but aren't you a little young to be wearing clothes like these?" the younger of the two asked.

I glowered and my face turned an angry red.

"Miss Bouvier to you!" I spat. "Now get me that fucking uniform bitch or you won't have a job tomorrow!"

The assistant scurried away while her helper stood there staring the picture I had shown them. It was a picture of a St Trinnian's schoolgirl wearing a miniskirt, open collared blouse, black nylon stockings and high-heels.

The assistant returned after a considerable amount of time during which I sat on a stool dressed only in my underwear while the other shop assistant kept me company, both of us enduring an uncomfortable silence.

"I think I have what you want Miss Bouvier; but of course you must realise that you won't be able to wear this uniform to school," she said.

"Of course I know that silly! You can charge five of those other shitty uniforms I tried on onto my granddaddies account along with a couple of blazers and school ties," I said

"Now me let me check out what you have there," I demanded.

The two women helped me squeeze into a tight, grey pleated skirt with a hem that came halfway up my thighs and then into a white satin blouse that hugged my pre-pubescent body and small ripening breasts. The blouse was open to the second button and the lacy cups of my bra were just visible. I knotted a school tie loosely around my neck.

I looked in the mirror and was very happy with what I saw. Then I remembered something

"Fuck! I forgot about shoes!" I whined.

"Your Mary-Jane's will look nice with this outfit. It will be good something schoolgirlish to counterbalance the, shall we say, slattern-ish skirt and blouse combo," the shop assistant smiled.

"I think you're right," I smiled back.

"But the little white ankle-sox have to go," I mused.

"I have it!" the younger of the two assistants yelped, and scurried excitedly away.

Now that they were savvy to what the little rich-bitch wanted they were really getting off on helping me get the right look. It also helped that they worked on commission and were assured Lucien would proffer them a healthy tip if they made me happy.

She came back with a package of expensive pantyhose. The writing on the pack said: 'Hanes Nearly-Nude Sheer-to-the-Waist -- Size Small'.

My fingers trembled slightly as I took the package. Perfect!!!

I had the two shop assistants help me undress and slip back into my sundress.

"You can have that lot delivered tomorrow," I pointed at the regulation school uniforms.

"Bag these and take them out to the car," I ordered, giving one of the shopgirls the St Trinnian-like uniform and the package of pantyhose.

"Mellie! Mellie! Are you about done in there?" Grandpa Lucien called impatiently from outside the dressing room.

"I'm done grandpa; lets go home!" I hollered back.

"But? But? But? I thought you were going to show me your new uniform?" he sounded bitterly disappointed.

I came out of the dressing room and saw the dejected look on grandpa's face.

"I'd rather show you my new uniform at the Big House grandpa; just you and me! It's kinda special because you bought if for me," I smiled lovingly at him.

Grandpa's face nearly split in two as a huge grin lit up his face.

"Let's go Mellie!" he grinned and grabbed me around the waist and spun me around, lifting me off my feet.

"But first we have to stop and get me some pantyhose."

"Mother says Graham Academy girls have to wear nylons; not ankle-sox," I said innocently.

Grandpa took the bait. His face flushed and I saw the beginnings of a boner in his pants.

"Right! Lets go Mellie!" he took my hand led me excitedly to the town car.

We stopped at a big department store and grandpa followed me to the hosiery section of the lingerie department. The shelves were filled with all kinds of hosiery: stockings, pantyhose, (including sheer-to-the waist and control-tops), support hose, tights, every kind of legwear imaginable.

I debated with myself whether or not to draw out the tease here in the store, I could see grandpa was getting horny just being in the hosiery section, but I knew I would be better able to manipulate him at the big house. Besides I also knew the staff here would not allow me to open the packages of nylons and model then for my grandpa here in the store.

I took a selection of hosiery to the cashier and grandpa gladly paid for them.

"It's so exciting! I'm getting my first pair of pantyhose today and my grandpa is helping me choose them!" I giggled innocently at the cashier.

The matronly cashier gave Lucien a thinly veiled look of disgust and I sniggered to myself. It was fun to watch grandpa writhe in embarrassment whilst at the same time knowing he was hornier than a goat!

Grandpa drove us to the Big House. It was empty except for us and grandpa was breathing heavy with excitement when we finally settled ourselves in. He poured himself a large tumbler of bourbon and poured me a glass of coke.

"Why don't you go into the den and put your feet up grandpa; I'll come on in in a bit and show you my new school uniform," I smiled up at him.

"Ok Mellie; I'll see you soon honey," he said, his voice croaking in anticipation.

"Maybe I can have a panty-pop?" he winked at me.

"Maybe? See you soon grandpa," I said sweetly, and made my way to my room with my packages.

I shucked out of my sundress, shoes and sox and stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at myself, naked except for panties and bra. My body was waif-like; my budding titties only just filled the A-cups of my white lacy brassiere. My legs were long, coltish, and tanned; Dee-Dee said they were my best assets besides my pretty, innocent, face. My hair was honey-blonde but my cunny was smooth; the cleft of my labia majora sheathed in translucent nylon panties. I was quite the nymphette.

I stripped off my underwear and quickly showered. I dried off and used deodorant under my arms and pulled on a pink bra with lace trim. Matching panties lay on the bed; they were exactly the same size and style as the underwear I had removed to take my shower, except they were pink. I touched up my makeup and lipstick and sprayed some of Dee-Dee's perfume on my decolletage and on the inside on my thighs (another trick mother had taught me).

Then I squeezed into the tight, grey, pleated skirt, smoothing the hem across my thighs, and then I buttoned up the figure-hugging white satin blouse. I brushed my long honey-blonde hair and put in a black plastic headband and combed the bangs out over my forehead so that my fringe framed my pretty ice-blue eyes.