Any bloke who’ll take in his sister after she fucks up royally in picking men like that, he’s a stand-up guy. Come on, love. Let’s get hitched.�...�I grinned as I heard Karen add her parting shot, “Well, dear brother, once again, you’ve come to my rescue. Know that if you ever need me for anything, anything at all, I’ll never let you down. Ever. You’re a lifesaver. Perhaps literally in this case.”“Love you, too, sis. Just come to my wedding, both this one and the formal one later, and we’ll call it. "Almost done hun," she replied.I step inside and into a stall missing the door. Not real private but hell I wasn't gonna wait any longer. I started to use the urinal when I heard the door shut and lock. I looked around to see the gal coming up behind me. Fear set in as I did not want to be robbed. The girl reached out and put her arms around me. Not sure what was happening, she grabbed my cock and held it till I finished."What are you doing," I asked?"I'll show you," she said.I turn to face her. I became lost again in deep and sensual kissing before laying her carefully onto the bed. She watched me undress, said, "I think your body is beautiful, Nathan." She was touching herself, but her eyes never left me.I knelt on the floor at the side of the bed and took hold of her ankles, then her feet, dainty and neat, manoeuvering her so that she lay sideways, her hips half off the mattress. I widened her thighs for access. My tongue, once unleashed, went in for the kill.The redolence of her. You did have the old ladies that wore their reinforced toes proudly, but I didn't like those.So I was a good looking, popular, jocky k**. But with a major pantyhose fetish that I felt I had to hide. That led to some crazy times when I was either a) home alone, or b) babysitting or something where I had access to the lady of the houses' pantyhose drawer. So that's my backstory and now I want to talk about the beginning; all the way back to my c***dhood. Then I'm going to put some pantyhose on.