As my erection slipped in and out of the warm inviting hole between her legs I asked, “Why this, why now?”
She shifted on the chair for a better position, “Kevin came to my place drunk after the bachelor’s party and went to bed with me. I sucked his cock then let him fuck me. When he was done he passed out, I was still horny but he was done. The next day I was having lunch with Rachel and she told me what Melvin said to her, that he and the other guys at the party paid two girls to screw the groom. I sucked that his cock after he fucked two whores and now it’s time for payback. Hurry up.”
My balls were slapping her cunt as I asked, “You know this and still want to marry him?”
Shelby looked at me as if that were a stupid question, “Of course, I love him. He was drunk and he wasn’t cheating on me, they were part of the per-marital ritual. But he let me blow him after, that pissed me off.” I reached under the long skirt of the wedding dress, grabbed my sister’s hips and concentrated the feel of her hot wet pussy. Since I had her permission to get off without worrying about her feelings it took me only a few more moments to fulfill my sister’s wish. My balls clenched, my cock convulsed and I saturated the bride with brotherly love. I stepped back and when my erection slipped from her hole I saw my semen ooze from her to the chair. Shelby gave me a delighted smile then said, “Now he’ll be getting sloppy seconds on his wedding day.” Other than the awesome feeling of screwing my sister again my only thought was ‘She just fucked for revenge and he likes to think he’s screwing a hairless young girl. How in hell long is this marriage going to last?’
“Are you going to tell him?”
She stood from the chair and put a hand between her legs then pulled it back up, her fingers were coated with fluids. “No, he won’t know but I will.” She looked at the mess on her fingers, “Tony, you cum more than any guy I know, this is perfect.” She paused to look at me, “It’s too bad you live so far away.”
“Why?”
“Why?” She lifted her sticky fingers so I could see them, “You have to ask why?”
I bent to pick up her satin lingerie’ and offered them to her. Shelby took them from my hand, wiped her fingers clean then stuffed them into my pants, down my underwear, over my prick, “I’m not putting them on, I’m going drip while I get married.”
Twenty minutes later as Shelby was giving her vows of faithfulness I was flirting with Rachel. I knew from experience that weddings always put bridesmaids in a receptive mood. Rachel looked receptive but moments later, when I framed the picture of my older sister and her new husband kissing to seal the pact of marriage, I was thinking that Asheville North Carolina might not be a bad place to open a studio.
Chapter 4
Shelby’s lifelong best friend Rachael became my lover. She still lived in our hometown so we slipped into an intimate relationship much to the delight of my sister. I never forgot what my sister and I did twenty minutes before she got married and even though we didn’t talk about it, whenever we got together after that my libido was on alert. I also kept hearing the persistent echo of her words, “It’s too bad you live so far away.”
About 15 months after the wedding Rachel and I were visiting Shelby and Kevin when I came across a real estate ad for a photography studio in Asheville. Interested, I spoke to the owner, he wanted to retire and needed to get out of the business because the money would help him and his wife move to Belize. When I told Kevin and Shelby about the studio she became animated, alive in a flirty sort of way. She wasn’t obvious in front of my girlfriend or her husband and she didn’t say anything overt, but I got the message loud and clear. If I moved to North Carolina, there would be rewards. On the 5th of August I opened my studio on Rankin Avenue in Asheville. After a long agonizing period of uncertainty Rachel decided she couldn’t move from her home and we broke up.
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