Do You Take This Woman â A Wedding TaleIt was a glorious morning in early June, and Kathlyn Ashford was getting ready for her wedding. She was all alone in the upstairs bedroom now; her bridesmaids and the others whoâd helped with her dress had gone to get themselves ready for the big event. She could hear the bustle in the garden outside, where recently erected tents were being filled with food and drink, chairs ordered into neat rows, and everything else that went with a garden wedding. The sun was shining, the caterer had arrived, and if anything was not going according to plan, no one had told Kathlyn about it. At the moment, Kathlyn was busy admiring herself in the full-figure mirror in front of her. She was not a vain woman, not the sort who just had to check herself out in any reflective surface she might pass, but today was different. She just couldnât get enough of the sight of herself, but turned to this side and the other, trying to see herself from every possible angle. And anyone would have to admit, she was indeed a sight to see. Kathlyn was a little over medium height, slender, with long, smooth brown hair that usually hung straight down her back. Today, however, it was piled up on top of her head in something the hairdresser had spent several hours to make look haphazard and casual. A few corkscrewed locks hung down from the pile to frame her face, appearing to have worked their way loose all on their own. Strands of silver thread with tiny pearls was artfully arranged in her hair, weaving in and out of the mass of hair on top of her head and glittering every time the light caught them. Her face had been masterfully made up, her sensual lips and wide, brown eyes emphasised with great skill. And then there was the gown. The wedding gown was, Kathlyn thought, simply amazing. It was made from blinding white silk, the skirts hanging down to trail on the floor behind her when she walked. The bodice was tight, accentuating her slender waist and pushing her considerable breasts upwards, displaying a very flattering amount of cleavage. Her shoulders were bare, as were her tanned, slender arms. The last thing her bridesmaids had done was to fasten her veil, which now covered her hair and hung down over her face and back. Casting a quick glance at the nightstand clock, Kathlyn noticed it was still about an hour before things would begin. Her bridesmaids would come and get her and take her downstairs, and then her father would walk her up the aisle and give her away. Give her to Michael. Kathlyn shuddered with delight, and in the mirror she saw a big, goofy grin spread across her face. She was so in love she thought she would burst. All of her friends envied her Michael, and sheâd been told on more than one occasion that if she let that one slip though her fingers, she deserved to be lonely the rest of her life. Michael was kind, honest, handsome, hard-working, and he loved her to distraction. True, his family was what some would call ordinary middle-class, while hers was moderately affluent, but none of them had given the monetary side of things a second thought. He was not jealous of her familyâs money, and she couldnât care less that he didnât have much. The wedding was a gift from her parents; her father had been absolutely adamant on that. And it wasnât like Michael was poor; he had a flat, a car, and he worked for a living. Her thoughts returning to the impending wedding, Kathlyn felt buoyant with joy. Finally, they would actually get married. Michael and her had been together for nearly two years, and engaged for the past 8 months. And now they were getting married. The whole day, Kathlyn thought, was just perfect; the way any woman dreamed her wedding would be. And then, when the party was over, it would be time for the wedding night. The wedding night. Another little shudder passed through Kathlyn, but this time for another reason entirely. Finally Michael and her would have sex. It had been hard on both of them, the waiting and restraint, but theyâd made it. And after today, they could (and would) have each other as often as they wanted; and if the past two years were anything to go by, that would be often indeed. Kathlyn had known since her mid teens that she would want to be a virgin on her wedding night. The reasons were in part religious, but mostly a simple personal conviction that she would save herself for the man with whom she intended to spend the rest of her life. That didnât mean the two of them had never touched each other; there had been quite a few occasions when her willpower had been sorely tested, but she had managed to keep her wits about her. She knew Michael had been very frustrated with the whole thing many times (and, truth to be told, she had regretted her decision quite a few times herself). It counted very much in Michaelâs favour that he had fully supported her decision, even though he had not agreed with it. He had never complained or tried to press her; he had tried seducing her a few times, and once heâd come very, very close, but that was no more than she expected. In fact, she would have been a little disappointed if he hadnât at least tried. She was in no way sexually repressed; Kathlyn had the same urges and desires as any other 23-year old woman, and several times she had been burning with desire to rip Michaels clothes off and just screw him senseless then and there. However, will had triumphed over flesh, and as of tonight, Kathlyn had decided, restraint would officially be banned from their bedroom. Over the past two years she had amassed a number of very steamy fantasies involving Michael, and she fully intended to work her way through each and every one of them. As she stood in front of the mirror, several scenes from those fantasies played themselves out on her mental screen, as it were, and Kathlyn felt a familiar heat between her legs. For a moment, she allowed herself to relish the feeling; she knew there was no time to masturbate; there was no way she was going to risk messing up her gown now, even for an orgasm. There was nothing wrong with indulging a little, though, and her hand wandered up along the smooth silk of her bodice, the tips of her fingers barely touching the lacing down the front, until her palms cupped her ample breasts. She felt her nipples harden, but could not feel them through the bodice and the white, lacy corset she wore underneath. She squeezed her thighs together and rubbed them against each other, feeling her pussy tingle. If only her heavy silk skirts hadnât been in the way, she could have snuck a finger in there as well⊠Her reverie was suddenly interrupted by a soft knock on the bedroom door. Kathlyn jerked her hands from her tits with a guilty start and turned towards the door, which was already opening. A head poked through the crack: glittering green eyes, thick red curls and a wide, white smile. Kathlyn gave an inaudible sigh of relief; it was Laura, Michaelâs younger sister and her own soon-to-be sister in-law. âHow are you holding up, Kath?â asked Laura as she slipped her slender frame inside and closed the door behind her. âAny butterflies yet?â âA whole stomach full,â Kathlyn replied with a grin. âHow is everything coming along?â âJust fine, love, no trouble at all. Your mother is something else when it comes to organising, thatâs for certain.â Kathlyn gave a rueful grin. Her mother was fussy, slightly domineering and a busybody, but when it came to organising something like this, she was in her element. Mrs. Ashford (who would have been mortally insulted if someone referred to her as âMs.â) had practically sworn an oath that her eldest daughterâs wedding would go without a hitch, and so far, she seemed to have made good on it. Laura came walking across the floor towards Kathlyn. She was wearing a simple but elegant bottle-green strapless dress that matched her eyes and accentuated her lovely red hair. Her arms were bare, and a slit in her dress running nearly all the way up to her hip showed off her long legs to great effect. She wore high heels in exactly the same colour as the dress, and her hips swayed when she walked in a way that screamed âchallengeâ to every male in sight. Kathlyn and Laura, some would say, should never have been friends. Not only were they from completely different worlds, socially speaking, but their personalities were about as different as they could possibly be. Where Kathlyn was quiet, modest and a little withdrawn, Laura was brash, daring and full of joie de vivre. Wherever there was a party or any other social gathering, it was absolutely certain that Laura would be in the centre of everything. She flirted unabashedly with every man she came across, and never got in any trouble over it; she could wrap anyone around her little finger through sheer overpowering charm. Kathlyn knew that Michael had been a little worried when he first introduced them to each other, but those worries soon evaporated. Laura had immediately taken to her brotherâs fiancĂ©e, determined from the word go to make a friend of her, and had succeeded admirably. The two women were now best of friends, maintaining a firm friendship in addition to their (soon-to-be) familiar relation. It was, in fact, to Laura Kathlyn had turned when the time came to pick her gown, accessories and everything else that went with a wedding. And, not surprisingly, it had been Laura who had chosen the lingerie Kathlyn was wearing under her wedding dress right now. Laura claimed a profound knowledge on what turned men on (and Kathlyn believed her with all her heart) and she had taken an obvious delight in picking the sexy garments her brother would see his new wife in on their wedding night. Kathlyn had asked Laura to be her maid of honour, but although she had been very flattered (she had actually cried a little) she had refused. (âIâm no maid, love, not by any stretch of the imagination,â sheâd said. âIn fact, if I try putting on a white dress on my wedding day, itâll probably catch fire on my back.â) Kathlyn had made her promise to stick by her, though, and Laura had every intention of keeping her promise; sheâd been hovering in the background like an incredibly sexy mother hen all day. Laura reached up to adjust Kathlynâs veil, giving her friend a critical glance. âWell, you donât look all that bad, I suppose,â she said. When Kathlyn gave and indignant squeal, she hastily amended. âAll right, all right, you look bloody fabulous,â she laughed. âI just didnât want to give you a swollen head, thatâs all.â âItâs not my head thatâs swollen,â Kathlyn said with a grin. Then she snapped her mouth shut, realising what sheâd just said. She felt a furious blush spread across her face and neck, and hoped desperately that the thin white veil would conceal her embarrassment. No such luck, however. Lauraâs eyes widened in surprise as Kathlynâs comment registered, and then her lips parted in a wide, mischievous grin. âWhy you cheeky little slut!â she giggled. âAre you thinking dirty thoughts about my brother?â Kathlyn felt her blush intensify and spread all the way down to her cleavage. âIâŠI didnât mean⊠I mean, I didnâtâŠâ she stammered. âOh, donât you try and talk your way out of it,â Laura said in a mock-stern voice. âAll you posh girls are the same; canât wait to get your hands on a hunky working-class man, stealing all the good ones away from the rest of us.â Still blushing furiously, Kathlyn couldnât help but giggle along with her. âYouâre partly right at least,â she said in a rush. âThereâs one hunky guy I canât wait to get my hands on.â She realised she must be more nervous that sheâd thought; her mouth was completely running away with her. Still, saying things like that seemed more acceptable, somehow, when she was talking with Laura. Her future sister in-law was the sort of woman who didnât take anything too seriously, especially things that had to do with relationships between men and women. She knew full well that any small indiscretions she might blurt out would never go any further. âYes, Iâll bet there is,â Laura said, and winked. Then she took on a more serious tone, but still with a hint of laughter in her voice. âIs it true that the two of you havenât been to bed yet?â âHow on earth did you know that?â Kathryn asked, genuinely surprised. She wouldnât have believed that a man would have gone around telling people that his girlfriend wouldnât sleep with him. Her reticence about pre-marriage sex wasnât something she advertised, though she didnât keep it a big secret either. Kathlyn just felt it to be her own decision, and had no need to convert others to her view. âOh, Michael told me some months ago,â Laura shrugged. When she saw Kathlynâs incredulous look, she went on. âWe donât have many secrets from each other, you know.â Kathlyn knew; she had noticed from the beginning that Michael and Laura were good friends as well as siblings. Having grown up with a single mother who spent most of her time in two jobs, trying to support her children, Laura and Michael had spent a lot of time in each otherâs company. âBut is it true that you havenât done it at all? Not even once?â Laura pressed on. âWell, no, we havenât, really,â Kathlyn answered. âAlthough itâs been very close a few times.â âGo on, tell me more,â Laura insisted as she busied herself straightening Kathlynâs veil. âThere was this one time, weâd been out to dinner,â Kathlyn remembered. âWe walked over to Michaelâs flat, and I came up with him. We ended up on the couch, you know, kissing and feeling each other up a bit.â Laura made an encouraging noise in her throat as she pinned the front of the veil up on Kathlynâs head. âAnyway,â Kathlyn went on, feeling her pussy respond to the memory, âMichael was feeling up my boobs, had his hand under my blouse, and then he put it under my skirt, on my thighâŠâ She drifted off. âDonât stop now, keep going!â Laura chided. âAnd, and, I could feel his⊠you know, hisâŠâ Kathlyn stammered. âHis cock, love, itâs called a cock,â Laura teased. âWell, all right then, his cock; I felt it though his pants, against my leg, and his hand was moving up between my legs, and I was all wet, you know, down thereâŠâ âYour pussy, thatâs where,â Laura giggled naughtily. Kathlyn couldnât help but smile back. âThe point is, I just wanted to lie back and, you know, let him do it. Right then I just didnât feel like asking him to wait; I wanted him to rip off my clothes and,â she winked, âhave his way with me, right there.â Laura gave a ladylike little snort. âHave his way with you? What are you, a Barbara Cartland novel? You wanted my brother to fuck you silly, thatâs what you wanted.â She gave Kathlyn a sharp look that was softened by her grinning eyes. âAnd donât bother denying it. Iâve met girls like you before; all quiet and⊠and demure, like, on the outside, but once you get them goingâŠâ âOh, like youâre one to talk,â Kathlyn retorted. âYou, who go through more men in a month than I have hot meals.â Lauraâs grin turned positively radiant. âWhat, so Iâm a fun-loving girl. There a law against that?â âOh, come on, you know what I meant.â âOf course I know,â Laura scoffed. She put her arms around Kathlyn and hugged her. âI didnât mean to needle you, you know.â âI know that,â said Kathlyn, hugging Laura back. âIâm not offended or anything. Itâs just that Iâm not used to talking to anyone about these things. I donât mind talking to you, though.â She felt the other womanâs body press full against hers. It wasnât some polite little cheek-to-cheek hug; when Laura hugged someone, Kathlyn knew, it was because she meant it, and it showed. She inhaled a mixture of Lauraâs perfume and hair, and all of a sudden she became very aware of how her sister in-lawâs curvaceous body fitted against hers. With a guilty start she released her, but not before another twinge shot through her pussy. Laura, fortunately, had not noticed. Still with her hands on Kathlynâs shoulders, she kept probing for details. âSo youâve never done it? I mean, not with anyone?â Kathlyn shook her head. âNo, never.â âNot even had anyone go down on you? Or like, finger you?â âNo. Although, Iâm trusting thatâll change tonight.â Laura laughed a throaty laugh that Kathlyn somehow made Kathlynâs belly flutter even more. âOh, I think you can count on that,â she purred. âI got the impression Michael was about ready to crawl out of his skin, when I spoke with him.â âWe wouldnât want that, would we,â Kathlyn stated. âNo, we certainly wouldnât,â Laura agreed. âThat would be a terrible waste.â She gave Kathlyn a crooked grin. âSpeaking of skin, have you ever seen my brother in the buff?â âNo, not really,â Kathlyn replied, a little hesitantly. âI mean, Iâve seen him in his swimming trunks, and shorts in the summer, butâŠâ âWell, in that case, you have something to look forward to,â Laura said, her eyes aglow with naughtiness. âWhat do you mean?â Kathlyn asked. Laura just kept grinning, and then it struck Kathlyn. âYou mean, his⊠cock?â Laura nodded slowly, deliberately, the naughty grin still in place. âThatâs precisely what I mean,â she said. âBelieve me, big brother is pretty well hung.â âHow do you know?â Kathlyn asked, puzzled. Then a horrible suspicion dawned upon her. âOh no, you havenât⊠you two, youâre notâŠ?â Laura looked at her, incomprehension on her face. Then she got it. Kathlyn was afraid sheâd explode, but instead, Laura threw her head back and laughed. âAre you asking if Iâm bonking my own brother?â she managed between gasps. âChrist no, of course I havenât.â Kathlyn wished the ground would open up and swallow her. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. Laura, though, seemed to think it highly amusing. She wiped away a few tears, still giggling, but then she caught a glimpse of Kathlynâs face, and suddenly she became serious. âHey, whatâs with the gloomy look?â she asked. Then comprehension dawned. âYou donât think youâve offended me, do you?â âIâm⊠Iâm so sorry, that was a horrible thing to say, andâŠâ Kathlyn managed, feeling tears in her eyes. How could she possibly have thought something so terrible of her fiancĂ© and her best friend? âDonât be sorry,â Laura chided. âIt was a perfectly legitimate question. Lots of people are closer to their family than theyâre supposed to, you know,â she finished with a wink. Kathlyn felt immensely relieved, and a single tear found its way down her perfectly made-up cheek. Laura reached up and brushed it away with her finger, then swiped carefully at the other cheek as well, careful not to ruin the meticulously laid makeup. Kathlyn felt her fingers tenderly caress her face, then come to rest on both sides of her head, thumbs stroking her jaw softly. âIâm not offended; really, Iâm not,â Laura assured her. âHe is very attractive, though,â she added in a reflective tone of voice. âYou think your brother isâŠâ Kathlyn gulped, a lump in her throat still. âWell, yes; just because heâs my brother doesnât mean I canât think heâs hot, does it?â âI guess not,â Kathlyn conceded. âYou know, when we were kids, we used to play doctor,â Laura said, her voice low and confiding. ââIâll show you mine if you show me yoursâ, that sort of thing.â Kathlyn grinned a little at this; she could just picture them. âAnd we practiced kissing on each other one summer,â Laura went on. âHe got to be pretty good at it, as I recall.â âHe is,â Kathlyn shot back with a shy smile. Laura giggled. âYes, I thought youâd have found out.â The wicked gleam came back in her eyes. âThereâs something else youâre going to owe me for, as well.â âOh? Whatâs that?â Kathlyn wondered. âBack when he was eighteen, I told him, in detail, how he should use his mouth on a girlâs pussy.â She smirked. âYou can tell me tomorrow how good a teacher I was.â âReally? You did?â Kathlyn spluttered. âMm-hm,â Laura nodded. âAlthough maybe I should have shown him instead of telling him. You know, give the poor boy some hands-on experience. Do him good, later in life.â She raised an eyebrow at Kathlynâs aghast expression. âYouâre giving me that look only because youâve never had your pussy eaten,â she said frankly. âBelieve me, love, thatâs a feeling thatâll rid you of any number of scruples or moral consideration in a right hurry.â A dreamy look came across her face, and Kathlyn felt Lauraâs fingers begin to caress her face in a not so innocent manner. âNothing quite like a supple tongue working its way to your clit,â she murmured. There was definitely a husky undertone to her voice now. Kathlyn all of a sudden became very conscious of how close their bodies were, of Lauraâs fingers on her cheeks. âSo tell me,â Laura said, âexactly how good a kisser is my brother?â âUh, heâs very good,â Kathlyn replied honestly. âYes, Iâll bet you two have had a lot of practice,â Laura said. She leaned closer, her hands tightening a little as they cupped Kathlynâs face. âWhy donât you show me?â Kathlyn cast a startled glance at the slightly shorter redhead. As she did, she realised with a start that the other womanâs nipples were showing clearly through the thin fabric of her dress. Then Laura leaned in close, obscuring all of Kathlynâs vision. Kathlyn knew she should draw back or turn away as she saw Lauraâs red, slightly parted lips move towards her own, but she didnât. Because, she suddenly realised, she didnât really want to. That second of hesitation proved to be enough for Laura, and suddenly it was to late, as their lips met in a soft kiss. Kathlyn had kissed only a few men in her life, and never another girl, and to her surprise she found the experience subtly different and immensely exciting. When Lauraâs tongue pushed against her lips a second later, she parted them willingly, giving the redheadâs tongue full access to her mouth. A moment later, almost under its own volition, she felt her own tongue slide alongside Lauraâs, past their lips and into her sweet mouth. Lauraâs mouth, she noticed, tasted faintly of the complimentary champagne they were serving downstairs. This piece of sensory input made her pulse race, and her tongue probed deeper, more forcefully, into Lauraâs mouth. The two women were standing with their bodies pressed against each other, Laura with her arms around Kathlynâs neck, Kathlynâs arms around her waist. Opening her eyes without breaking the kiss, Kathlyn saw, over Lauraâs shoulder, their reflection in the mirror. It was a very erotic sight; she in her brilliant white wedding gown, voluminous skirts and veil, and Lauraâs slender, green-clad figure pressed against her, flaming red hair cascading down her shoulders. Almost as if hypnotised she watched in the mirror as her own hand, seemingly acting independently of her, wandered down Lauraâs back, feeling the sway of her back, and then the swell of her buttocks as her hand inched down. She cupped Lauraâs buttock in her hands, squeezing gently, enjoying the firmness of her flesh under the thin dress. There was no panty line there that she could feel; Laura was either wearing a very flimsy, high-cut thong, or she was naked under her dress.
She certainly wasnât wearing a bra. In response to the hand on her butt, Laura pressed her hips against Kathlynâs, undulating in a steady rhythm. Kathlyn felt her pussy swell even more, juices leaking into her white silk-and-lace panties. The panties, she remembered, that Laura had helped her pick out. The thought of Laura knowing exactly what she was wearing under her clothes excited her even more. Her hands cupping Kathlynâs face, Laura was in control of the kiss. The initial curiosity behind them, the two women now started experimenting a little, agreeing without having spoken a word. Their lips would part and then meet again, tongues darting out to explore each otherâs lips, tongue and mouth. Their lipstick, so carefully applied for the occasion, was smeared, their lips glistening with their own and each otherâs saliva. Their kisses went from hungry to tender and back again, then stopped as they explored each otherâs throat and neck with their lips and tongues. Laura dropped a hand down to Kathlynâs breasts, cupping one through her gown, squeezing and kneading it gently. She could feel the tall brunetteâs hand on her arse, burning her skin through her dress. She felt her juices flow from her freshly shaven cunt; sheâd been hoping to snag a handsome man at the party for some fun that night. This, however, exceeded both her expectations and her imagination. She could not quite believe she was seducing her future sister in-law, but she was, and not only that, but it turned her on more than anything else had for a long time. She ground her hips harder against Kathlynâs, as was rewarded with a soft moan and a tightening of the hand on her butt. She knew she shouldnât be doing this; it was the worst sort of betrayal against her own brother, but guilt had never been Lauraâ strong suit. She pushed all thoughts of morality and propriety firmly from her mind, and concentrated fully on the delicious feelings Kathlyn stirred in her. Kathlyn was on fire. Her pussy throbbed along with her pulse in her ears, her nipples strained against the fabric of her corset. The beautiful gown, which sheâd been so happy about only minutes ago, was now nothing more than an impediment; she wanted to rip it off, to feel her flesh against Lauraâs, to feel the other womanâs hands roam over her body, fingers pinching her nipples and plunging into her pussy. She gripped Lauraâs body tighter, pressing her hard against her, desperate for release. Laura felt Kathlynâs urgency, and the response it awakened inside herself. It suddenly occurred to her that she was standing here making out with not only a blushing bride, but an untouched one at that. Her mind flooded with all the things she could show Kathlyn, the wonderful things she could do to her and have her do to her in return. She took hold of Kathlynâs free hand, moving it to her breast. Kathlyn responded just like sheâd hoped, squeezing her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. The warmth from her hand permeated the cloth, feeling like it was searing her breast and nipple, which was poking hard into the hand that covered it. For the first time in her life, Kathlyn was feeling another womanâs breast in her hand. She squeezed gently, marvelling at the feeling of the large globe in her hand, the firmness so alike her own and yet so different. She knew that their breasts were roughly the same size; theyâd borrowed bikinis from each other in the summer, and recently shopped for lingerie together. For the first time she felt she understood why men were so fascinated by womenâs tits, as she massaged the swelling flesh under her fingers. She slid her other hand from Lauraâs arse and around her hip, down to her thigh, which was exposed by the slit in her dress. Laura wasnât wearing any stockings, and Kathlyn could feel the warm, silky smooth skin under her hand. She moved her hand to the back of Lauraâs thigh and pushed upwards, feeling the swell of her naked buttock. Laura groaned into her mouth and shifted her legs a little, giving her better access. Kathlynâs hand crept further back, until she felt the tips of her fingers dip into the crack of Lauraâs tight arse. I was right, a tiny calm corner of her mind reflected; Laura isnât wearing any panties. Kathlyn hesitated a little. Instinctively she knew that they could still stop this now, and with only a little mutual embarrassment to show for it. If she let her fingers keep wandering, however, there would be no way back for either of them. Her decision was made for her, though, as Laura shifted even more, twisting her hips. Kathlynâs fingers slipped between Lauraâs buttocks, and she felt her middle finger press against the hairless, puckered ring of her anus. Panic and exhilaration fought for control, and she could feel her heart pounding like a jackhammer. Suddenly she felt like she was suffocating, and she pulled her lips from Lauraâs, gasping for breath. For a moment they stood there, face to face, so close they were inhaling each otherâs breath. Laura was the first to speak. âHaving second thoughts, love?â she panted. âI donât know,â replied Kathlyn, equally out of breath. Her whole body was tingling with desire, as bad as it had that one time on the couch with Michael. âItâs not like youâre cheating,â Laura said. âNot really. Youâre not married yet.â Kathlyn looked dubious, and Lauren went on, fast. âBesides, itâs not the same as with a man. Not really.â Kathlyn still wasnât convinced, and it must have shown in her face. âLook,â Laura went on, âsleeping with a man is one thing. Thatâs, thatâs like serious, you know?â She took a deep breath. âSex with a woman, though, thatâs just fun. It doesnât mean, like, it doesnât mean the same.â âI donât think we shouldâŠâ Kathlyn began, but she could tell that her voice wasnât as strong and determined as she would have liked it to be. Maybe they shouldnât, at that, but she sure as hell wanted to. Laura looked her deeply in the eyes, and then her face split in an impish grin. âAnd besides, Iâm just gagging for it. Come on, Kath. Donât think so much about it; letâs just do it!â Kathlyn couldnât help but laugh, and in doing so, felt the tension ease away, leaving only the warm, all-consuming glow of arousal. She relished the feeling of the warm, supple body in her arms, the feminine curves pressed against her own, the hungry mouth that had drunk so deeply of her own lips only moments earlier. She cast a glance over at the nightstand clock, and in doing so, knew that sheâd made up her mind. âItâs another 50 minutes âtill they come for me,â she stated matter-of-factly. âTime enough,â Laura assured her, her hands already roaming over Kathlynâs body. âYouâll have to help me with the dress,â Kathlyn whispered, their lips almost touching. âNo time to take it all off,â Laura said, then kissed her softly. âWeâll just push it out of the way. Iâll help you straighten it out before it is time.â âAll right,â Kathlyn agreed, and that was the last thing any of them said for a while. Their lips found each other with unerring accuracy, and they resumed their passionate kiss. Both Kathlynâs hands went up to Lauraâs big breasts, cupping and kneading them through her dress. A small part of her mind was reminding her of how perfectly illogical it was to have abstained from sex out of wedlock her whole life only to sleep with her future sister in-law less than an hour before her wedding, but another part of her brain was in charge of things now, and it wasnât taking any calls at the moment. She pinched Lauraâs erect nipples through her dress, while their tongues swirled round each other, mixing saliva and exploring each otherâs warm, wet mouths. Laura started pushing Kathlyn gently back towards the bed, and the two women staggered the few steps across the floor, both unwilling to interrupt their embrace for even a scant few seconds. They stopped when the back of Kathlynâs knees bumped against the bed. Laura kept pushing, making Kathlyn sit on the bedâs edge, then pushing her further back until she was lying across the bed, her feet on the floor. Laura sat on one knee next to her, leaning over her prone body, her lips trailing wetly along Kathlynâs throat. Then she swung one long leg over Kathlyn, kneeling astride her, the split in her dress revealing one smooth, tanned leg all the way up to her upper thigh. Laura sat up straight over Kathlyn, her fingers going to the intricate laces down along the front of the bodice of her wedding gown. As the redhead started undoing the laces, the tip of her tongue showing in the corner of her mouth in concentration, Kathlynâs hand drifted to the other womanâs exposed leg. Again she marvelled at the smooth skin over supple muscles as her hand wandered up along her sister in-lawâs leg. She reached the hem of Lauraâs dress, and slipped her hand underneath, this time at the front of her thigh. While Lauraâs agile fingers worked their way down the front of her bodice, Kathlynâs questing fingers moved around to the baby-soft skin on the inside of Lauraâs thigh. A few centimetres higher up, and her fingers touched the moist, swollen flesh of another womanâs pussy for the very first time. Kathlyn could feel a tightening of her stomach as her fingers stroked Lauraâs wet, completely hairless pussy. She felt her fingers become wet with Lauraâs juices, and her own pussy twitched in sympathetic anticipation. She let her fingers slide slowly through the slick folds of flesh, across her swollen clitoris (something which elicited a small gasp from Laura) and further back, to the entrance of her pussy. While Kathlyn might have been a virgin, she had masturbated regularly since the age of 15, so she knew exactly what she was doing. Slowly she started her fingers massaging the entrance to Lauraâs sopping wet hole in little circles. Then, still making that circular motion, she started pushing her middle finger inside the woman straddling her. Laura was dripping wet, and Kathlynâs finger encountered no resistance at all; on the contrary, she could feel muscles sheâd never even known about tighten around her finger, trying to suck it inside the warm, wet cavity. The redheadâs deft fingers had by now unlaced the front of Kathlynâs wedding gown, and now went to work on the simpler lacings of her corset underneath. The corset, as intended, was lifting and compressing Kathlynâs large breasts, and Laura quite literally felt her mouth watering as she slowly uncovered more and more of the firm globes. She leaned down, kissing what flesh was already exposed, her lips coming closer and closer to the nipple for every lace she unlaced. She kept her bum in the air and her legs well apart, allowing Kathlynâs probing finger unrestricted access to her pussy. For someone whoâs never had sex before, she reflected, she sure knows what to do. Finally she had unlaced the corset sufficiently, and peeling the semi-rigid cloth aside, she practically dove on Kathlynâs breasts. Normally she wouldâve taken the time to plant soft little kisses all over the other womanâs tits before taking a nipple in her mouth, but right now she had neither the patience nor the time for that sort of thing. Her lips closed over one erect nipple, and she sucked it greedily into her mouth. She bit gently at the base of the nipple while simultaneously swirling her tongue around the tip, and was rewarded with a hoarse moan from Kathlyn, who arched her back, trying to force more of her breast inside her loverâs mouth. The tingling sensation radiating from Kathlynâs nipple and breast was driving her wild. Her breasts were large enough that she was able to bring her nipple to her mouth and suck on it, so she was no stranger to the sensation as such, but it always made her neck hurt. Now, however, she could just lean back and enjoy the feeling as another mouth sucked and teased her nipples. As a token of her gratitude, she pulled her finger out of Lauraâs pussy and instead started rubbing in careful little circles around her clit. That the gesture was appreciated was obvious from the way Lauraâs hips bucked, and the soft moan muffled by the nipple in her mouth. Abandoning Kathlynâs nipples, Laura slid herself down along her white-clad body, until she was kneeling on the floor between Kathlynâs legs. She took hold of the hem of the heavy silk skirts and started pulling them up, bunching them around the brunetteâs hips. Kathlyn immediately understood what her lover had in mind, and raised her hips, lending a hand to the process. Her pussy was screaming for attention under the cumbersome gown, and she was desperate to feel the other womanâs fingers playing with her as she had just done. With a final effort, Laura stood, leaning over the bride on the bed, and pushed her skirts the last of the way up over her hips. She looked in admiration on the long, slender legs clad in white stockings, with a white garter around one thigh. The flimsy white panties were already soaked through with Kathlynâs juices; Laura had never dreamed, when sheâd helped her pick them out, that she and not her brother would be the one to pull them down those gorgeous legs. She slid her hands up along the insides of Kathlynâs thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy. Then she put her knees on the edge of bed between the prone womanâs spread legs, and leaned over her to kiss her full on the mouth. They held the kiss for a while; then Laura started kissing and licking her way down Kathlynâs chin and throat to her bare breast. She cupped them in her hands, pressing the globes together and lifting the nipples to her mouth. She sucked and nibbled first on one, then the other, before continuing on her way down Kathlynâs chest and belly. As she slipped to her knees beside the bed, Kathlyn raised her self up on her elbows to see above the bunched-up skirts around her hips. Lauraâs long, red curls trailed up across her own stomach, the deep copped colour is sharp contrast to the pure white of her wedding gown. The old phrase âscarlet womanâ flashed through her mind, and she felt her pussy twitch again. She felt a twinge of shame as well, thinking about poor Michael, whose sister was now about to help herself to that which he had been denied for so long, but another wave of lust wiped that thought from her mind. It was much too late to stop now, she knew; she needed release, or sheâd never make it through the wedding ceremony. Laura knelt between Kathlynâs legs, practically salivating with anticipation. Carefully, she pulled the gusset of Kathlynâs soaked panties aside, and stared in admiration at the pussy now exposed before her eyes. A neat triangle of brown hair covered the pubic mound, with more sparse hair growth along the outer labia. Those outer lips were thick and swollen, the inner lips protruding between them. Gently parting the lips with her thumbs, Laura found the clitoris, red and swollen and obviously aching for some attention. The redhead leaned down, inhaling Kathlynâs musky scent. She planted a soft, wet kiss on the inside of her sister in-lawâs thigh, then turned her had to do likewise on the other side. Then she parted her lips and pressed her mouth to Kathlynâs pussy. Using one hand to hold the white panties to the side, she cupped her own full breast with the other one, as her tongue tasted the juices of the virgin pussy under her mouth. For the first time in he life, Kathlyn felt the touch of a tongue on her pussy. The feeling was indescribable. Lauraâs tongue darted in and out of her wet hole like a dog drinking from a bowl, scooping juices out while teasing her mercilessly. Then her tongue started moving up from the entrance to Kathlynâs pussy, licking along the inner labia as it steadily moved up towards her clit. Kathlyn could feel Lauraâs thumbs pulling her pussy lips apart, and then the redheadâs lips sealed themselves over her pussy, sucking the hard little clit into her mouth where her tongue started twirling and flicking over it with a steady rhythm clearly born of experience. As much as she would have liked to, Kathlyn was much too excited to be able to withstand Lauraâs oral attention for very long. Faster than she ever had, she felt her orgasm begin to build inside her, feeding on itself, growing stronger and stronger with every second. She tried to hold back, to savour the moment as long as possible, but it was futile. Like the faint tremors prior to an earthquake, her body started to shiver as the orgasm began deep inside her and rose rapidly to the surface. She felt the muscles of her first her thighs, then her abdomen, tighten, and then her climax burst through, washing away any semblance of coherent thought. For what felt like forever the only thing that existed in Kathlynâs world was the incredible ecstasy roaring though her, and the feeling of Lauraâs soft lips and firm tongue massaging her clitoris without pause. The orgasm completely took her breath away, leaving her gasping and heaving for air, but that was a good thing, as otherwise she would more than likely have screamed her head off, and that would really have put a dampener on her wedding. After the last tremors had left Kathlynâs body, Laura pulled her lips, sticky and glistening with pussy juice, from the brunetteâs cunt. Kathlynâs impressive breasts were rising and falling as she heaved for breath. Laura pulled her self up on the bed, and stretched out next to her sister in-law, who turned her head heavily and looked at her with glazed eyes. Laura smiled lovingly at her as she brushed a loose strand of hair from Kathlynâs face, before leaning in for a kiss. She stopped short of the other womanâs lips, not sure how she would feel about kissing a mouth that had just slaked its proverbial thirst at her own pussy. She neednât have worried, though; Kathlyn put a hand at the back of her head, tangling her fingers deep in those curly red tresses, and pulled her face down to hers for a deep, passionate kiss. When their lips parted, Laura sat halfway up in the bed. Then she reached up and pulled the top of her strapless green dress down below her breasts. Kathlyn noticed with a certain naughty glee that Lauraâs breasts were completely free of tan lines; they had the same golden sheen as the rest of her. Laura cupped her hands under her breasts, kneading the D-cup globes, pinching her nipples whilst looking expectantly at Kathlyn. Although inexperienced, Kathlyn understood what Laura wanted of her, and rose up on her elbows, bringing her mouth to the lovely redheadâs erect nipples. Still supporting herself on her right elbow, Kathlyn reached up with her left hand, caressing the soft skin of Lauraâs arm, shoulder and eventually, breasts. She sucked on the nipple in her mouth like a starving infant, rubbing it hard with her flat tongue, making Laura moan in appreciation. Holding her head firmly to her breast, Laura rolled onto her back, pulling Kathlyn on top of her in a rustle of silk. She felt the smooth touch of the silk wedding gown on her naked leg and arms, and it was an intensely erotic experience; not just because of the texture of the silk, but because of the dress itself and its implications. Her pussy throbbed with raw hunger, and Laura knew that she would have to get off in a hurry, or she just might give herself a stroke. âHow are you feeling?â she whispered down at Kathlynâs head. The brunette raised her head from Lauraâs breasts, the nipples glistening with saliva. âI feel wonderful, thanks,â she said with an impish grin. âI could really use some attention down there too, you know,â Laura half-teased. âIs that a hint?â Kathlyn asked, obviously enjoying tormenting her. âAnd not a very subtle one,â Laura concurred. She was secretly amazed at how (relatively) steady her voice was; inside, she felt like she was literally about to melt. âWell, I guess itâs only fair for me to return the favour,â Kathlyn teased. As she spoke, her hand was moving down Lauraâs belly, fingers trailing softly. Her hand reached the top of the split in Lauraâs dress and disappeared underneath, going straight for the redheadâs wet pussy. Laura groaned out loud as the eager fingers found her clit. She would really have preferred being eaten out, but she realised that might be much to ask of Kathlyn at this time. She was very pleasantly surprised, though, when Kathlyn, after a few wet kisses on her nipples, slid down along her body to drop to her knees next to the bed. âPull up your dress,â Kathlyn commanded huskily, and Laura clawed frantically at the slick fabric, desperate to comply. Laura felt her sister in-laws hands stroke the insides of her thighs, and she could see the brunetteâs eyes fixed in fascination at what Laura realised was her first look at another womanâs pussy. Kathlynâs lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them as her fingers delicately parted the clean-shaven, swollen folds of Lauraâs warm, wet pussy. Her wedding dress, now in a pile around her as she knelt on the floor, rustled as she leaned forward, her full, sensual lips moving as if being pulled towards the steamy pussy in front of her face. When her mouth touched Lauraâs pussy, a jolt not unlike an electrical current shot through the redhead. She could feel Kathlynâs lips and tongue on her sex, tasting and teasing, prodding and probing. Whatever Kathlyn lacked in expertise, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.
The little smacking sounds as she kissed and sucked on Lauraâs pussy lips and clitoris were accompanied by low moans of delight as she tasted another womanâs pussy for the first time. Lauraâs hands went automatically to her own breasts, pinching her nipples. The tingling sensation from her nipples travelled down to meet those Kathlyn produced in her pussy somewhere in her belly, where they joined and grew to a slowly expanding ball of warm pleasure, pleasure that began to radiate out into her arms and legs and Kathlyn continued her enthusiastic ministrations between her legs. Laura wanted nothing more than to throw her head back on the bed and surrender to the pleasure, but found herself unable to tear her eyes from the sight of Kathlynâs head between her thighs. The perfectly made-up eyes, the artfully arranged brown hair with strands of intertwined silver and pearls, the flimsy white veil she herself had fastened to her head only minutes earlier. Kathlyn kept throwing glances up at her from under her eyelashes, and the hungry, sultry look in those brown eyes sent shivers of delight down Lauraâs spine. A movement caught Lauraâs eye, and her attention snapped to the door she could see behind Kathlynâs kneeling form. It was opened halfway, and a tall, masculine figure in a black tuxedo was already in the process of entering the room. He was entering backwards, his head turning from left to right in a surreptitious way as he checked the landing outside, his whole attitude proclaiming louder than words that he was sneaking around in places he knew he shouldnât be. Laura felt her arousal turn to raw, naked terror at the thought of being caught, but she was completely paralysed, unable to move or speak. Kathlyn, still busy between Lauraâs thighs, had noticed nothing. The man, his back still turned to the two women on the bed, closed the door noiselessly and turned to them, a wide, charming smile on his face. Laura finally managed a gasp of terror as she looked into the eyes of her brother Michael, the groom himself. âI know itâs not allowed, but I just had to seeâŠâ he began, and then his brain caught up to his eyes as he took in the tableau in front of him. Laura saw with towering horror and shame the look on his face as he first clearly refused to believe his eyes, and then the shock when he realised he wasnât hallucinating. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, his whole face going deathly pale. Kathlyn, having heard her fiancĂ©âs voice behind her, spun around in horror. Laura could her a breathless little âOh, God, no!â from her as she stared at Michael in equal shock. Laura had never been the type to be ashamed of herself; she wasnât overly bothered with conscience, at least not in her sex life, but this was a little much for even her to brush aside. The pain on Michaelâs face was clear as day, the terrible agony of betrayal; betrayal by the two people the loved and trusted the most in the world. Making up for this, Laura thought, would probably take the rest of her life, and even that might not be enough. âOh God, Michael, IâŠâ Kathlyn stammered. âIt isnât like... I mean, we⊠oh God, noâŠâ She teetered off, her voice choked, as the first racking sob shook her body. Kathlyn felt tears filling her eyes as she stared in horror at the man she loved. Michael didnât say anything, just kept staring numbly at her. Then his eyes dropped from hers, taking in the sight of her open gown, the large breasts exposed to the world, traces of Lauraâs lipstick around the nipples. His eyes went back to her face, and she saw them widen a little further. For a moment she didnât make the connection, but then she realised her lips and chin must be glistening wet with Lauraâs juices. She frantically tried to rub her face, to wipe herself clean, but froze in mid-motion when the saw the dawning fury her gesture invoked in his eyes. âListen, Michael, this is all my fault,â Laura began, but snapped her mouth shut when she saw the naked rage in her brotherâs eyes as he looked at them both. âShut the fuck up, you slut,â he hissed venomously. âAnd you,â he said, turning his attention to Kathlyn, âwhat the hell are you two doing?â âMichael, honey, I⊠weâŠâ Kathlyn stammered as she tried to pull her dress together, to cover her breasts. âOh, why am I even bothering,â Michael snarled. âItâs pretty fucking obvious what you were doing. How could you!?â He took a couple of long steps into the room, halving the distance between them. âI loved you, you utter bitch!â he hissed. âI put up with your little fancies; I never touched you, never pressed you, and I stayed faithful, never even looking at other women! And now you do this?! And with my own goddamn SISTER?!â Michael was trembling with rage, and Kathlyn just wanted to drop dead right on the spot. He was absolutely right. How could she do something like this to him? She had endured for so long, even though sheâd wanted him so bad, and then, on the very day of their wedding, dressed in her wedding gown and everything, she cheated on him. It was completely unforgivable. âAnd Laura,â Michael said, rounding on his sister. Apparently words failed him, because he just stood there, glaring furiously at her, while his mouth opened and closed in search for words. Finally he found some. âMy own sister,â he went on. âHow the fuck could you do this to me?â âMichael, just let me explainâŠâ Laura began desperately. âI DONâT WANT TO HEAR YOUR EXPLANATIONS!!â Michael thundered. Both women wince, and Laura cast a glance at the door, praying that no one would be outside. Thank God the window was closed. âMichael, Iâm so sorry, so very sorry!â Kathlyn pleaded. âIâll make it up to you, I swear I will. Iâll find some way toâŠâ âDamn straight youâll make it up to me,â Michael spat. Then an evil gleam appeared in his eyes. âAnd I know just how youâll start, too.â âWhat⊠what do you mean?â Kathlyn stuttered, a different kind of fear spreading through her. Michael was the last person on earth from whom sheâd expect violence, but he certainly had been pushed beyond any reasonable limits right now. âI just thought,â said Michael in a low voice dripping with malice, âthat since you so willingly used that lying mouth of yours on my sister, youâre going to do the same to me.â As he spoke, his hands went to his zipper, which he pulled down roughly. He reached inside his pants, and after a bit of fumbling, produced his slowly swelling cock. âJesus, Michael, you canât doâŠâ Laura protested, but she was silence by the most hateful glare anyone had ever given her. âYou just shut the fuck up, you slut,â her brother hissed. âYou and I are not done yet; not by a long shot. Now just sit there and shut the hell up, or Iâll make you regret it.â Michael reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of Kathlynâs head, pulling her roughly towards his now semi-hard cock. âOpen your mouth, you little bitch,â he snarled. âYouâre going to suck my cock, and if you even think of protesting, Iâll go downstairs and cancel the whole damned wedding right now!â Kathlyn just stared at the cock bobbing up and down in front of her teary eyes, slowly growing as it was filled with blood. She had never seen an erect cock before, except in pictures and a porno movie or two. From her limited experience, sheâd have to admit that Michaelâs cock was pretty large. At present it looked maybe 6 inches or so, and it was still not at full size. She looked up at Michael, her eyes beseeching him to stop what he was doing, but as her eyes met his, she realised that begging for mercy would be futile. She had never seen him this angry before, and she was suddenly very much aware how much bigger and stronger than her he was. Also, just the thought of Michael cancelling the wedding made her stomach cramp in anguish. She loved him with all her heart, and truly wanted to spend the rest of her life with him; what had happened between Laura and her had changed nothing of that. I should just do what he wants, she thought to herself as the tip of Michaelâs cock inched closer to her upturned face. Iâll let him work off some anger now, and later heâll be sorry, and I can forgive him, and everything will be all right. Her train of thought was rudely interrupted when Michael yanked her head towards his cock. Kathlyn opened her mouth in protest, but didnât get out a word, as Michaelâs cock pressed against her lips and then forced its way into her mouth. Kathlyn froze in surprise as the swollen head pushed its way inside her mouth, the semi-erect shaft sliding between her parted lips. Michael kept pushing, his hand keeping a firm grip on her hair, and didnât stop until the head of his cock butted against the back of her throat. Then he pulled back, sliding the shaft out until only the head was left inside her lips, and then thrust forward, once again filling her mouth with his cock. Michael soon fell into a steady rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of Kathlynâs warm mouth, grunting softly each time his dick slid in. He was rough on her, pumping hard while keeping a painfully hard grip on the fistful of hair, but to Kathlyn, that was perfectly all right; he had every right to be angry with her, she thought. His cock had swollen even more with the first few strokes, and was now at its largest. Kathlyn had to open her mouth as wide as she could to accept the whole girth of his rod inside her mouth. Prior to the wedding she had dreamed of sucking Michaelâs cock; the idea of having him in her mouth had never disgusted her, quite the contrary. She had found the notion very erotic, and had been looking forward to surprising him with her brazenness on their wedding night. The present circumstances werenât anything like what sheâd wished for, but nevertheless, she was beginning to enjoy the act itself. The way Michaelâs cock felt in her mouth was precisely like sheâd hoped it would be: long and thick, with a soft, yielding head and a hard shaft covered with soft, smooth skin. She felt the veins and little bumps and ridges as they slid across her tongue and lips. The feeling of having her mouth stuffed full of cock was actually quite arousing, and Kathlyn felt herself warming to the situation. She was very careful, though, to keep any satisfaction off her face; Michael clearly did this to punish her, and it wouldnât do at all to have him think she was enjoying it. Laura was sitting on the bed, watching her brother shove his now rock-hard cock in and out of Kathlynâs wide-open mouth. She wanted to get out of there, to flee with her shame (which was, in truth, fading to mere embarrassment as she sat there; Laura never was one for regret and self-recrimination). Gradually, however, she caught herself taking more of an interest in what went on in front of her. She wasnât consciously aware of this interest until she suddenly caught herself looking with admiration at her brotherâs cock, and feeling a touch of envy directed at Kathlyn. She was, Laura abruptly realised, becoming aroused by looking at them. She was still somewhat afraid of Michael, too much so to say anything or try to leave, but as she sat on the bed, her dress bunched around her waist, but fear (and embarrassment) was fading fast at the onset of excitement. She looked on the big cock, almost 9 inches long in her experienced estimation, with something very far indeed from sisterly affection. Laura had never given any thoughts to incestuous relationship, in general or as applied to her in particular. Sheâd always figured that there was plenty of fish in the ocean, and no need to go looking for them close to home, as it were. Now, though, she felt her pussy tingle in that oh-so-familiar feeling of arousal as she watched her brotherâs magnificent cock. He was pistoning it in and out of Kathlynâs mouth with long, deep strokes, and Laura could all but feel how it would feel like in her mouth, filling it up, sliding against her tongue, the salty pre-come leaking out of the tiny slit on the head. Her hand moved between her legs, and she gave a little start of surprise when she felt her fingers touch her pussy. For a moment Laura contemplated the wrongness of what she was doing, but in her usual fashion, dismissed the notion immediately. If it felt good for everyone involved, it was OK, in her opinion, and masturbation usually did exactly that. Slowly she rubbed her fingers along her slit, feeling the juices seep out as she started stroking back and forth. She had been close to orgasm from Kathlynâs mouth when they were interrupted, and now she again became aware that her pussy was craving satisfaction. She played with herself, sliding two fingers in and out of her wet hole as she rubbed her clit with her thumb, all the while admiring her brotherâs cock. Her eyes wandered up his body, past the curly brown pubes (he had their motherâs colouration; her hair was from their fatherâs side of the family) and the flat abs and muscular chest under his tuxedo shirt, over the square, clean-shaven chin, the regular lines of his face with the crooked, slightly large nose, straight brows over brown eyes, and the high forehead ending in short, brown curls. She was a little amazed that sheâd never before considered her brother as a sex partner; he more than met the physical criteria, and moral considerations never played much of a part in Lauraâs decision-making processes. Kneeling in front of her fiancĂ© in her wedding dress, Kathlyn cast a glance at Laura on the bed, and almost choked on Michaelâs cock when she saw where the redheadâs hand was occupied. It was one thing for her to take some secret pleasure in this, but Michael was Lauraâs brother, for Godâs sake! Still, seeing her recent lover masturbate to the sight of her having her mouth raped somehow added to the excitement she was already feeling. Kathlyn could feel her pussy going wet again, and her nipples standing straight out, stiff and hard. She wanted to sneak a hand under her heavy skirts and play with herself as well, but didnât dare for fear of Michael noticing. Michael, standing above her, was beginning to feel his balls tightening slightly, and knew his orgasm wasnât far away. He was seeing everything through a red haze; he wanted to punish Kathlyn, to humiliate her like sheâd humiliated him, have her pay for all those months of abstinence. He looked down at her, kneeling in front of him in her virginal white wedding dress, her large breasts jutting proudly between the folds of white silk; her lovely face partially shaded by her veil, his cock pumping in and out of her wide-open mouth. The sperm was rising in his shaft now; a few more strokes, and heâd be there. Casting a glance at the bed where his sister was sitting, just to keep an eye on her, Michael was shocked beyond words when his brain registered what his eyes were taking in. Laura was sitting upright on the bed, staring at Kathlynâs face being fucked by his cock. She held her legs apart, supporting herself on one arm while the other one was busy between her thighs. Michael stared at his sisterâs swollen, hairless pussy, her fingers moving rhythmically between the lips of her pussy, coated in her juices up to the last knuckle. That sight, combined with Kathlynâs mouth on his cock, proved too much for Michael, and with a barely suppressed roar her slammed his cock as deep into Kathlynâs mouth as it could physically get, and unloaded two weeksâ worth of come down her throat. He held her head forcibly in place on his cock with one hand behind her head and his cock jerked again and again, shooting stream after stream of sticky sperm into her mouth. Kathlyn nearly gagged on his cock, but managed to keep it down, and when the come started spraying into her throat, she swallowed desperately, not because she wanted to, but because it was either that or choking on it. Michael didnât say a word as hic cock pumped Kathlynâs mouth full of come, partly because it felt so good, and partly because the sight of his masturbating sister on the bed had robbed him of speech. As the last spasm of orgasm subsided, though, he found heâd gotten his wits back. âSo youâre liking this, are you, you slut,â he said bitterly to his sister. âWell, letâs see if you like this, too!â Feeling rage swell in him again, Michael pulled his still hard cock from Kathlynâs mouth with a wet sound. A long stride brought him to the bed, and he climbed in, scooting next to Laura on his knees as he reached out and grabbed a fistful of her thick red hair in one hand. For a moment, just as he came in Kathlynâs mouth, there had been something else shining through the rage and lust, something like regret. He loved Kathlyn, and for a moment heâd felt bad about having forced himself on her. Now, though, rage had effectively smothered any semblance of regret. He pulled Lauraâs head down to his crotch, his other hand grasping the base of his cock, lifting it to point at her descending face. It was still partially stiff; he hadnât masturbated for nearly two weeks, wanting to save himself a little for his wedding night, and he figured he could keep going for some time yet. Laura gave a squeal as Michael savagely pulled her head down to his cock. âOpen your mouth and suck it, bitch,â he snarled. Laura was acutely aware of how much stronger her brother was, and felt quite intimidated. To her surprise, intimidation and arousal seemed to mix very well. Almost automatically, she opened her mouth, and felt Michaelâs thick shaft, still coated in Kathlynâs saliva, slide into her mouth. She felt it twitch as it entered her mouth, and she sucked down hard, letting the suction pull the cock deeper. âThatâs right you little slut,â Michael said huskily to his sister. âSuck it hard. Youâve had a lot more practice, havenât you?â Kathlyn was watching the events on the bed with wide-eyed shock, but also a certain amount of fascination. She wondered if that was what she had looked like when she sucked Michaelâs cock. She stared as if hypnotised at the thick, glistening pole moving in and out of Lauraâs mouth. Then she noticed Lauraâs hand between her legs, fingers working busily at her clit. Oh my God, sheâs masturbating, Kathlyn thought. Sheâs enjoying it! Sheâs sucking her own brotherâs cock, and sheâs enjoying it! True enough, Laura was enjoying it. She was a very oral person, and loved to give head to her sex partners, both male and female. Michaelâs thick cock between her lips turned her on quite profoundly, and the knowledge that it was her own brother only added to the thrill. Michael still had a firm grip on her hair, and was moving her head up and down on his now bone-hard cock, but she was in no way resisting; had he let go of her, sheâd have kept going, regardless. âGet up here,â Michael barked at Kathlyn, still kneeling next to the bed. When she hesitated, he pointed at the bed next to Laura. âGet up here! Now!â Kathlyn felt a little shiver of fear at the sound of his voice. Hurriedly she scrambled onto the bed, the bulk of her wedding gown making her clumsy and awkward. Her eyes, though, were still flickering between Michaelâs cock in Lauraâs mouth and Lauraâs fingers working away at her cunt. Michaelâs eyes followed Kathlynâs down to Lauraâs crotch. âWhy you filthy little slut,â he snarled. âSo youâre liking this, huh. Well, since youâre having so much fun, I guess you might as well try the real thing.â Still keeping
