Sisters of the Bride, Part 2

by Caleigh LaSar

It was one in the afternoon, nearly six hours since I was savagely pleasured by my twelve year old sister Paige. I was still in my bridesmaid's gown, and still lacking any panties. I was still soaking wet from Paige who fingered me until I screamed. What wasn't helping me, was that I was with my beautiful older sister Elizabeth who paced back and forth in her wedding dress.

Elizabeth's long dirty blond hair was up beautifully styled with curls, and cherry highlights. Her dress was simply immaculate she took full advantage of her size two waist and 35D breasts. Which barely fitted her strapless sweetheart beaded lace trumpet gown, a shirred tulle bodice, and a sweeping train.

As her face grew frantic with every word spoken to her on her cell phone, mine did as well, when she finally hung up the phone; she threw it across the room. I stepped forward in a gesture of openness. She then blurted out in frustration on how there was a massive accident on the highway had trapped not only half the wedding party, but the Groom himself. They would have to delay the wedding by one full hour at least.

As news spread, I was asked by my mom to keep Elizabeth distracted, and by now I had nearly forgotten my morning experience with my sister Paige, as she herself ran around like nothing ever happened. I returned to the waiting room with my sister, and no amount of wine or champagne could calm her down. She then looked to me who stood silently with her and asked if I could massage her neck.

I was surprised, because I haven't done that since she was in high school, she would always ask me to rub her neck when we watched television together. I smiled and happily agreed, hoping at first that this would make her calm down. She sat down in her chair and I walked behind her with a smile, and began to rub her shoulders and neck as I did when she still lived with the family. It wasn't however until she moaned with pleasure did a wave of stimulation shoot through my body.

When my sister let out a slight moan, I slowly rubbed my thighs together to relieve my own tension. I wasn't even paying attention to what I was doing as my hands caressed from her shoulders down her arms, and then to her just below her collar bones. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I rubbed with more passion my body was now pushed into the back of my sister's seat desperate to be touched again. As my sisters eyes closed and she leaned back I couldn't help but open my eyes and look down to her breast, it was then I saw it, even through the material of her wedding dress, I could see the lumps of her nipples pushing desperately forward to escape their bondage of the dress. I stopped what I was doing and just stared at my sister; she opened her eyes gently and said in her sweet voice, "Why did you stop."

I couldn't take it, I needed more. I smiled to my sister a slowly walked around and as my smile turned into a devilish smirk, I squeezed my knee on to the chair and with both hands cupped my sisters lushes breasts. Her first reaction was to pull back, but she had nowhere to go. She went to speak, but could only gasp for pleasure as I pinched her nipples. Powerless like I was with Paige, Elizabeth simply put her head back mouthing for me to stop but the only sounds that could be heard was her moaning.

I finally pulled down her top, her breasts sprung out and her back pushed forward begging me to touch them. I leaned forward and as I caressed one I kissed the other, slowly circled her nipple until I finally kissed it. The touch had her grab the arms of the chair, and I immediate took hold of my own breast through my dress and pulled on my nipple.

Elizabeth seemed desperate for be to let go of her nipple, she placed her hand on my shoulder and shook her head but she never forced me to stop. I finally let go leaned back, I stared down to my sister who was hyperventilating. I thought only of one thing, that I started this day thinking about her, and all I wanted was her.

I went to my knees and pulled up her dress, I grabbed her lace panties and pulled them so hard they ripped off one leg. Elizabeth was dripping wet; her citreous was bulging out begging to be touched. My own was throbbing pulsating with my racing heart. My mouth was wetting itself at the sight; I couldn't control myself as I buried my face into her beautiful cunt.

She needed both her hands to cover her mouth at first, even that couldn't stop me from hearing her cries of pleasure. I myself had pulled my dress up, and with one free hand rammed two fingers into my cunt which pulsated to the touch. I peered upward to my sister to see only one hand was covering her mouth now, the other she was squeezing her breast.

When her orgasm came her entire body went ridged, her back arched and her hips pushed deeper into my face. I sucked as hard as I could as she squirted into my mouth with each orgasmic pulse more and more of her cum came out, I couldn't hold it all in and she began to cover my face, this alone drove me over the edge as I began to exploded with a uncontrollable orgasm. To muffle my screams I pushed my mouth deeper into Elizabeth's cunt.

I slowly pulled back and stared at my ravaged sister licking my lips and wondering not what I have done, but why I felt no remorse. I pulled off what remained of her torn panties, and straightened her gown perfectly. I adjusted my own dress before I squeezed the tits of my beautiful sister back into her strapless dress. Using her panties I wiped my face clean and then stuffed it between my breasts and out of sight.

A knock at the door had my quickly turn to the sight of my mother who simply stared at us both. The excitement that she might have heard me eating the bride out, drove me up a wall. She only smiled and complemented Elizabeth on how calm she was handling the delay of her own wedding. To my disappointment my mom had no clue what just transpired.

My sister stared at me as she said in a soft almost shameful yet pleasurable voice, "I owe it all to Kayla."

I excused myself, for I simply couldn't resist the smell that was emanating from between my breasts. I quickly found my way into the bathroom and waited no time hiding in a stall so I good simply bask in my lust crazed need for more. When I heard the sound of another girl enter, listened closely and smiled, for it was my younger sister's best friend from school. Was it she who turned my sister? Had my sister turned her, or was she as innocent as I was just a few hours ago? I was about to find out as I planned my attack of a cute twelve year old ginger named, Regan.