Finally fucking my friend’s insanely hot, younger brother at her wedding [FM]

First, a bit of background. I have a close group of girlfriends from college, one of whom was recently married. I’ve always joked about how much I’d love to bed her very handsome, slightly younger brother, Kyle. I also had it on good authority that he had a little bit of a crush on me ever since we were introduced. My friends and I met him for an early dinner while passing through his city on our way back from an away football game during our junior year. Up until this point, I’d only seen pictures of him. I knew he was good looking, but in real life, I could barely keep my eyes off him. Imagine a 6’1”, dark haired Adonis with clear blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, and washboard abs. Lord have mercy. I decided right then that if I ever had the chance, I would most definitely bang him.

Fast forward a few years, and my friend meets a great guy, they fall in love and get engaged. My golden opportunity had finally presented itself: the wedding. Being that I’d been single for a nearly a year and was really feeling the need to get laid, I started laying the groundwork for this encounter. Subtle things such as occasionally liking Kyle’s Facebook posts and following him on Instagram. I’m still not sure how much of an impact this had on my success ratio, but I figured seeing photos of me in tropical locations wearing short sundresses and string bikinis may help spark his interest. Some of my friends invited me to split a room with them for the wedding, but I declined as I had other plans in store.

Fast forward again a few months. ‘Tis the night of the wedding. I’m clad in a floor length, long sleeved, dark navy gown with an open back that clings to my slim, 5’7” frame, accentuating my assets (I have a nice butt but the real goods are my perky 32Ds). This is my “Bond girl” dress. I will be buried in it. My long, brown hair is blown out and to be perfectly honest, I am killing it. I arrive at the wedding with some friends and as soon as I step out of the car, my eyes land on Kyle. I immediately reaction is that he looks damn good in a suit. He’s too far away and distracted to notice me, but I can barely take my eyes off him.

We find our seats and sweat through the ceremony on a muggy, Saturday evening in Savannah. Man and wife are finally announced, and the party eventually finds itself congregating inside for all to enjoy the typical wedding merriment. And by typical, I mean we partied our faces off, and I didn’t have a voice the next morning.

I’ve thoroughly exhausted myself on the dance floor when the DJ announces last call. I’m already five McCallans deep by now, yet I head to the bar for one last free drink before we head out to the bars. As I approach the line, I’m pleasantly surprised to find myself behind Kyle since I haven’t had a chance to talk to him all night. I grab his upper arm (massive, rock hard) and now that I have his attention, begin to “reintroduce myself.” Much to my delight, he remembers me and is quick to pick up conversation, revealing his smartass sense of humor and unabashed confidence. With a sly smile, he asks me if I want to go out with his group after the reception. I pretend to be uncertain at first, but eventually he’s able to “convince” me.

With a quick exchange of words, I tell my friends that I will get an Uber since their sedan has turned into a clown car with seven people already packed inside. As the tail lights disappear into the dark alley of Spanish moss covered oaks, our own ride appears. Kyle’s friends pile in as he helps me into the SUV, letting his hand skim my ass. He slides in close to me with his body pressed against mine even though there is plenty of room to spare. Without caring if anyone notices (obviously I’d prefer that my friend/his sister, not know about my schemes regarding her little brother, but I’m too excited to care anymore), he places his hand on my leg, brushing his fingers against my skin where the slit in my dress meets my upper thigh. He alternates between grabbing me tight and running his hand up and down, eventually wandering far enough up my hip to discover I’m not wearing any panties. My pussy begins to throb, and I can feel the wetness starting to soak through my dress (thank god it was dark and quick drying). I am close to losing composure and reciprocate with my own hand on his thigh, nails digging deep as if to rip his clothes off, though having little success.

We arrive at the bar, where he buys a round of drinks for everyone. Another scotch for me, bourbon for him. I try my best to send him subtle gestures throughout the conversation as if to suggest “let’s bail and get naked.” He starts whispering filthy things in my ear, making me wetter and wetter with each word that passes through his lips. At one point, his friend dares us to kiss, and being that 1) we are both a little more than tipsy and 2) my supply of fucks-to-give about being found out is running low, we lock onto each other’s eyes and prepare for attack. He grabs the back of my head while I place my hands on his chest, and we briefly lock lips to the sounds of his friends’ cheers.

As we order one last round of drinks at the bar, I situate myself in front of Kyle, softly grinding my butt against his crotch. He asks me one last question. “Do you like ass play?” And like that, I am a goner. I turn slowly and look up into his blue eyes, giving my last command. “Let’s go.”

We almost run out of the bar while he orders a ride. As we wait, he pulls me close and kisses me under the soft glow of the surrounding gas lamps. The Uber arrives and once again he slides in extra close to me. “We are going to have fun tonight,” he whispers in my ear. The car pulls into the hotel drive, and he follows me to my suite. By the time the elevator doors have closed, he’s got me pushed against the wall with his body, his mouth on mine. The doors reopen, I gather myself, and lead him down the hallway.

As soon as we’re in my room, he eases my dress off, one shoulder and then the other, letting it slip to the floor. I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, and once that is gone, I’m standing there completely naked in only my black stiletto heels. “You are so sexy,” he tells me and suddenly we are both frantically trying to unbutton his shirt and remove the rest of his clothing as quickly as possible. He pulls his boxer briefs off to reveal his cock at full attention. (I’m not even going to pretend I can guess dick sizes, but he definitely has the biggest one I’ve ever had. And it’s pretty nice to look at too.)

Both of us naked, we grab each other, kissing passionately as we tumble onto the bed, a mess of arms and legs tangled together. My heels slip off, and I feel his hard, warm cock against my aching, wet pussy. He slides between my folds, softly teasing me making me beg for him to fill me. But suddenly, he sits up and pulls me by my hips up onto my knees and elbows, with my ass and pussy completely exposed to him. Hot breathe washes over my lady parts and he softly, slowly inserts a finger inside me. He continues to finger me as he explores the rest of me with his tongue. From my lips, towards my clit, but best of all, around my ass, constantly telling me how good I taste. Sensing I am close to losing control, he ever so teasingly pulls his finger out of me, sucking hard on my clit one last time.

Kyle rearranges himself behind me, guiding his cock towards my pussy. With a few firm strokes, he is deep inside of me, pumping in and out while holding my hip with one hand and my breast with the other. He pinches and twists my nipples, which elicits a moan from me. His hand moves from my hip to my clit, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure. As my orgasm begins to crescendo, I manage to moan “oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” which only makes him quicken his pace.

Once I come down from the high, he lays down next to me and I drape myself over him to kiss and nibble him. First on his mouth, then slowly his jaw and neck and ear and eventually down his chiseled abs before reaching his cock. “Please, baby,” he whispers. Holding his gaze, I lick his shaft until it’s nice and wet, loving the taste of myself on him, before struggling to take all of him into my mouth. I play with him for a bit, alternating between sucking and licking, all while gently playing with his balls. His hand is in my hair, pushing my head down at just the right pace, and I can tell from his grunts that he’s getting close. However, I am a bit of tease and am not letting him get off that easy.

I slowly slide back up his body with a grin to let him know I’m ready again, and he rolls me onto my back positioning himself between my legs. As he pushes inside, I rake my nails down his muscled back, pulling him closer to me. With fervently locked lips, I feel him moving inside of me, this time much slower and gentler. I gaze into his eyes as he quickens his pace when suddenly, he moves his mouth to my neck, biting the soft flesh just hard enough to confuse pain and pleasure. He gently fingers my bottom lip, and I lick the tip of his finger, taking it into my mouth as he continues to thrust. He’s hitting my g-spot just right, and another orgasm quickly washes over me, helping to bring him to the edge before he moans and unloads himself deep inside me. The rest of the night is a blur but continues in a similar fashion until we pass out around 3 am.

The next morning, I awake before Kyle, ready for another round. His back is facing me, so I gently scratch it while studying his tattoos. When that doesn’t seem to awaken him, I gently reach around and start stroking his morning wood. That does the trick. It takes him a second to gather his surroundings, but as reality starts to register, he turns towards me with a sleepy grin on his face. “Morning gorgeous,” he says as he wraps an arm around my waist to pull me on top of him. Resting on his chest, we chatted and joked around for a while which was honestly really nice. Eventually though, we end up making out again, before he jumps out of bed to turn on the shower. I’m lying in bed in a slightly hungover daze, and almost don’t notice he’s returned when he quickly scoops me up and walks toward the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He sets me on the counter, puts a hand on each of my legs to gently spread me apart, and begins eating me out again as the room fills with steam.

Just as I’m getting close, he stops to look up at me with a wink, and pulls me with him into the shower. By now, I’m soaking wet in more ways than one. He spins me around so my back is to him. Facing this way, we both can see our reflections in the bathroom mirror. Knowing what he wants, I lean over slightly so he can enter me. He feels so good, filling me up while caressing my breasts and clit with both hands. “Tell me when you’re getting close” he orders. His commands, coupled with watching him fuck me, get me really worked up really quickly. Soon enough, I manage to squeak out “close” and he pumps even harder, yanking my head back toward him before wrapping his hand around my neck and applying slight pressure. It is so hot, immediately convulsions of pleasure rip through my my entire body, and I can feel him cumming too, filling me up. By now, we’re both spent, and we slowly finish showering, helping to wash each others bodies. Unfortunately, I have another event in a nearby city, so I’m not able to spend the morning in bed with him. We get dressed, and I shoo him out but not before exchanging numbers and one last kiss.

We’ve met up once since then and had some fun, but as he’s kinda a dick and doesn’t live near me, we’re mainly just Snapchat friends now ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9x6s2u/finally_fucking_my_friends_insanely_hot_younger