Thread: The Night before the Wedding

Steve? Thats not his real name, just a pseudonym. I cant use his real name because hes Sallys boyfriend and shes my sister. I knew I was attracted as soon as we met. Hed been with Sally for a few months by then. Shed talked about him, bragged until I was sick of hearing what a great guy he was. Shed shown me pics of him too, but he didnt look like anything special. And then she brought him to stay. Hi, Sally said, this is Steve. Ill keep calling him Steve so as not to give the game away. Actually, giving him a different name makes it easier to cope with. It sort of made it like he was someone different from the guy who fucked my sister that night so hard the whole apartment shook. But Im getting ahead of myself. He put out his hand to shake mine and I took it, but pulled him close to me and gave him a kiss, on his cheek obviously. Hi, Steve, good to meet you at last. Sally has told me so much about you, I feel like Ive known you for ages. And that was indeed how Id felt the moment I set eyes on him. I dont know what it was that had that effect. He looked like the pics Id seen. He came across as the sort of guy my sister had described. But it was something about the way he carried himself, the way his eyes held mine, the firmness of the grip from his warm hand, loads of little things that didnt register individually at that stage. There was no way I was going to let Sally know how I felt about Steve, no way in this world would I ever do that to her. But I couldnt conceal how I was feeling sisters know each other too well for that. Well, come on then, she said next morning while Steve was still sleeping off his exertions of the night before, who is he? He? I tried to sound casual. She just laughed. You cant pull the wool over my eyes, sis, come on, give, whos the guy whos given you that dazed look you always get when you fall for someone. And that was when I had to come up with a name. Steve, I said. It was as good as any other name and just happened to be the name on the cashiers badge at the supermarket where Id bought the groceries for her visit. They stayed for three more nights and every one was hell. They went out during the day so Sally could show him all her old haunts and show him off to her friends. Mealtimes were easy because I could look at him and talk to him, making conversation that seemed natural, finding out about him, as much as I decently could. But as soon as they retired to their room for the night, it started. The fucking. And they didnt make any attempt to keep it quiet. It was almost as if she wanted me to know how virile he was and how effective. I just lay there, trying not to listen, trying not to imagine him mounting her, penetrating her hot pussy, ramming her hard and fast as they came in unison. I lasted until the second night and then my hand went to my pussy and I rubbed myself off in rhythm to them. On the third night, I had my vibrator ready and worked away building up as they did, cumming with them, even crying out knowing they wouldnt notice. On the fourth night, I couldnt cum. Worked away, tried all the tricks, but just couldnt cum. Next morning I was tired and frustrated as hell. Sally spotted. Missing him are you? Dont worry, well be off this morning and you can get your Steve round here and fuck the skin off his cock. If only, Sally, if only. Did he know? I wasnt sure. He didnt say anything but he should have picked up all those subliminal signs that we girls give off to let a guy know our juices are trickling down our thighs. The way I would sit, when we were alone, just a little too close. The way I held him as I gave him a kiss, just that fraction of a second too long. The way I held his gaze as we talked, just a little too intently. They way my lips parted as he spoke, well youre getting the message. But I was determined that, before I got married to Dan I was going to have Steve. And as that date got closer and closer, my mind worked frantically to find a way to achieve what I wanted. How to separate him and Sally that was the key. And then I hit on my idea. Get her to check out Dan for me and that would allow me to descend on Steve. Dan would keep her amused and leave me free to work on Steve back at my apartment. We didnt have much time and I wasnt going to waste what we had, so I came straight to the point. Steve, thanks for coming. Id like your advice, as a man. You know Im getting married tomorrow and Ive been thinking about what to wear on my wedding night. Ive got an idea and Id like your opinion, because I know I can rely on you to be honest. Just tell me what you think. He nodded and muttered OK, although his voice sounded a bit hesitant. I stepped back and let my bathrobe fall open. His eyes slide down the gap and then quickly back to my face. Hed not seen much, just enough to register that I was naked under there. I pulled the robe open. Take a good look, no hurry, I told him as he took in my hairless body, light gold tan, and a light dusting of glitter. Nothing else, not even my clit ring that Id taken out. I watched his throat, saw him swallow hard. I let the robe fall over my shoulders and tossed it onto a chair as I swivelled slowly for him to see my back. Then I stood facing him, legs slightly apart, knowing what he must be thinking. I was a slimmer trimmer version of Sally. Smaller, perter tits, flatter stomach, more shapely legs, and I tighter ass. The only thing I had bigger than my sister was my clitoris, unless hers had grown since we compared them as teenagers. Well, I prompted, whats your verdict? Dont keep me in suspense. His expression looked like he was unsure whether to take me on the spot or turn and flee. Finally, he moved slowly forward, put his arms behind me and lifted me by the ass, holding me tight against his body as he walked into my bedroom and dropped me on the bed. By the time, I had scrambled, up to rest against the pillows, he was out of his clothes and staring at me. I wasnt going to say or do anything more. I wanted him but it had to be his choice. There would be no excuse that I had led him on, no more than I had already. He could pick up his clothes, turn away and walk out of my apartment. His cock mirrored his indecision. For a while, it just swung, a few inches long, thin, a flap of foreskin at its tip. As his eyes worked over my body, it stiffened and rose slowly, over the left, lengthening slightly. Then, with a sudden jerk, it rose vertical and started to grow, forcing the head out, before it finally thickened, standing between us like a trunk. But still he didnt not move towards me. I was beginning to despair when he dropped to his knees, pushed my legs apart and began working his way up my inner thighs. Slowly, but inexorably. Sucking in my scent before licking and then kissing and then moving almost imperceptibly higher and higher. Until his lips were poised over my clit. His tongue flicked, just a quick tease that made me shudder in surprise. Then again, and again. And then then he bit me, harder than any guy ever before, snapping his teeth around the tip and pulling hard, pulling and twisting. Ffffuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk, I screamed as my body jumped. But still he held me tight between his teeth. Fuck me, I shouted, pleading now, fuck me like you fuck Sally. At the mention of her name, he released his grip and looked up. So, shes told you then. She hadnt but I didnt admit that. he took silence for agreement. OK, Carol, if youre sure. I was sure, too sure to trust my voice to say so. I just nodded. And he took me. Fast, hard, no finesse anymore, just pummelling me with his hips as each thrust smashed into my pussy. My breath came faster, so did his, but his rhythm didnt slow, sweat was forming on his forehead and chest, his biceps were straining as he held himself over me, his eyes were closed was he imagining that he was inside Sally? and with each thrust his pubes rubbed over my sore clit, sending like shocks through it and deep into my belly. I reached up, stroking his chest, scratching my nails down towards his navel, skirting his nipples until a vicious thrust sent my head banging into the wall and I dragged my nails across them, digging deep into the tender skin. He howled, shuddered and dumped his load. Bitch, he spat, she even told you about how she can ruin it for me before Im ready. No, she hadnt actually, but it was good to know. Fuck whether youre ready, I gasped, I wasnt. Get down there and finish what youve started. He knew what I meant, sliding down the bed and burying his face into the wet mushy pussy, sucking hard, his tongue working furiously. Finally, I clamped my thighs around his head and let myself cum. When I released him, his chin was covered in his own spunk. As he snoozed beside me, I texted my sister. Hi, Sally. Steve excelled himself. Hes resting now.