I [51M] fucked my sister’s step-daughter [23F] at her wedding [MF] — PART 1

Throwaway for privacy purposes. Scroll down if you don’t care about the backstory and just want the sex.

About 3 years ago, my sister met her new boyfriend. Great guy. We got along fantastic from the moment we met. We’re about the same age, both in sales, both sports fans, and he treats my sister great. I liked him from day 1. It came up a couple of times that he had two kids in college. The oldest was his daughter, a junior in SDSU. The younger was his son, a freshman in UNLV. Since I lived in San Diego and both he and my sister are in Houston, I let him know that if his daughter ever needed anything, to let me know. That said, before the events that follow below, I never met either of his kids.

In May 2019, my sister and her now fiancé come to visit and stay at my place to attend the daughter’s graduation. I’ve got a pretty nice house in San Diego and my sister asked my wife if it would be ok for them to have a small graduation party in our house. Of course my wife said yes and they planned it all out. Two days before graduation, I finally meet the daughter and a group of her friends. To say she was HOT is an understatement. Lauren (my future brother-in-law’s daughter) is 5’9″, maybe 130 lbs with perfect natural C-cups and a tiny waist with a tight, round ass. She’s got black hair down to her mid-back with piercing green eyes and a smile that will melt anyone in front of it. From the moment I meet her, I’m smitten with this 22 year old perfect specimen of the female body.

My sister seems to realize right away that my demeanor changed as she comes up to me later during the party to make it clear, “You perverted fuck — YOU BETTER NOT FUCK LAUREN! That’s my future step-daughter.” I reply, “Why in the world would you even say that? C’mon, she’s a kid. She probably wouldn’t even give me the time of day.” She responds, “I know you asshole. I noticed you’ve been glancing too often at her and I saw you try to put the charm on when she arrived. Don’t fucking do it or I’ll tell your wife and she’ll castrate you!”

Fuck, my own sister cock-blocking me. I kept drinking my beers, smoked some cigars with the future bro-in-law, and make sure I was more discreet about my leering. That night after everyone left, I fucked my wife harder than I had in years. The wife asks afterwards, “What’s gotten into you!” I tell her, “I guess I had some aggression I needed to get out.” Of course, I was thinking of Lauren the whole time.

I quickly forgot about Lauren, as I assumed she’d be moving back to Houston after graduation. However, a couple of months later, my sister and fiancé came back to stay over for a couple of days. This time, it was to help Lauren move in to her new apartment, which happens to be 17 minutes away from my house. Future bro-in-law asked to borrow my pickup, and when I found out it was Lauren, I actually volunteered to go along and help with the move (no hidden intentions there, lol). When I saw her again, I was just as awestruck. She was even more gorgeous wearing yoga pants with a loose sweater/blouse, her hair up in a bun, and no makeup. I had no problem getting motivated to help her move all her stuff up 2 flights of stairs to her first post-college apartment. During the move, she needed to go to Home Depot to get some things and asked me for a ride. I quickly said sure and she jumped into the passenger seat. The talk remained light, talking about her major and how much she loved San Diego and the new job she was starting in a week. I walked in with her to HD and helped her find what she needed. I offered to pay for the stuff, but she refused and we got back in the truck to head back. On the way back, she mentioned that her roommate was her sorority sister from college. Since I had been in a frat (albeit 30 years earlier), I decided to capitalize on that common thread to move the conversation towards parties, Greek life, initiation, etc. By the time we got back, Lauren and I were chatting like old friends.

Fast forward to last month, my baby sister is finally getting married to the love of her life! They’re doing a destination wedding in Napa Valley in a beautiful vineyard. My wife is freaked out about COVID and makes it clear that the only reason she’s letting me go is because it’s my sister and I can’t miss it, but she’s definitely not going. AND, I better be back the day after that wedding so I don’t get infected. Okay honey… All I’m thinking about this entire time is getting to see Lauren again. We hadn’t seen or talked to each other since moving day and I was curious if she’d even remember me. I got there the day before the actual wedding and first saw Lauren at the rehearsal dinner. I thought she seemed really nervous and uptight and she didn’t even say hello to me when I walked by. Uh-oh, bad sign. I grab a seat at a table with some of my family members and start enjoying some fantastic wines from this vineyard and telling all the same stories that we’ve told a hundred times every time we’re together. Later during the party, I see Lauren standing by the bar and decide to go say hello. She quietly responds, “Oh, hey. How are you?” Not the enthusiastic response I was looking for. I ask her straight up if she’s feeling okay because it seems like something’s worrying her. She responds, “Honestly, I’m really nervous about seeing you here.” Really, why’s that, I ask. She says, “Well, I really had a great time talking to you and I kept thinking about asking your sister for your number, but something seems wrong about that. Also, I figured your wife would be here and I was worried about that.”

Suddenly, it looks like I’m fucking Lauren tonight.

I respond, “I can give you my number now if that helps. Also, the wife didn’t come. She decided to stay home because of the pandemic. But it’s interesting you’re having that reaction. Why don’t we meet up after this is over so we can talk about this. It sounds like an interesting conversation. Text me when you’re alone.”

“OK, I’ll do that.” she says.

I go back to my table and continue enjoying the party like this conversation never happened.

The party ends around 11:00 pm. At 11:40 pm, my phone buzzes, “Hey! It’s Lauren!”

“Hey Lauren! wyd?”

“Nothing much. Just taking off this makeup and putting my pjs on.”

“Cool. do you still want to meet up and talk over some drinks?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Ok, I’m in room 987. I’ll leave the door open.”

About 10 minutes later, the door opens and Lauren comes in, dressed in jeans and a hoodie. Not the hottest look, but her attractiveness makes anything look good.

I start the conversation, “I’m so glad we’re able to talk. Seems like you’ve had a lot on your mind.”

Lauren says, “You can say that. I know this is wrong, and that you’re married, and that this is a horrible idea, but for some reason I find myself very drawn to you. I noticed it in your house at my graduation party and then again when you helped me move. I really wanted you to ask for my number during that car ride and it drove me nuts that you didn’t. I felt like you were rejecting me.”

“Lauren, I wasn’t rejecting you at all, but I also didn’t want to cross any boundaries. I think the chemistry between us is pretty undeniable, but I also wanted to be respectful to your father and my sister.”

“As far as I’m concerned, they don’t have to find out. Neither does your wife.”

——IF YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT THE SEX, START HERE———

I don’t think I’ve ever gotten an erection as quickly or as hard as that moment. I stopped controlling myself and grabbed the back of her neck with my left hand as I went in to kiss her. There was no hesitation from her part as she buried her tongue in my mouth and immediately straddled me, grinding her pussy on the hard bulge in my pants. Within seconds, we were sucking each other’s necks, biting earlobes, I was gently pulling her hair and teasing her with gentle lip bites. She couldn’t control herself and ripped off her hoodie, letting free those amazing breasts and showing me a very sexy bellybutton piercing. I kissed and licked gently around her areolas, teasing her and denying her the sensation of sucking her perfect, hard nipples. She ended up grabbing me by the back of my head and putting my mouth over her right nipple and whispering in my ear how good it felt to get them sucked.

At this point, she had undone my pants and lowered my zipper and had begun to rub my hard cock from inside my boxers. She ordered me, “Take it out! I’ve been dreaming of sucking this cock for over a year!” Yes ma’am. I kicked away my pants and held her hair as she took all my manhood down my throat and gave me one of the most vigorous, sloppy blowjobs I’ve ever had. Right as I was about to cum in her mouth, I pushed her off me, picked her up and dropped her on my bed. I ripped off her jeans and moved the tiny thong she had on to the side so I could taste that delicious 22 year old pussy that I’d been fantasizing about since I opened my door and saw her. It was dripping wet, sticky, and delicious! I could feel her juices all over my face as I licked that pussy. She enjoyed it much more when I licked her vagina instead of her clitoris, so I focused my attention there. As I felt her building up and getting closer to her orgasm, I used my thumb and index finger to lightly (VERY LIGHTLY) pinch her clit while I kept licking. This is what brought her over the edge…She started convulsing, enjoying the wave after wave of pleasure from the massive orgasm that my tongue and hands had provided her. Her entire body tensed up, her thighs clenching like a vice around my ears and her hands on the crown of my head, pushing my face harder and deeper into her excited pussy. I tried to catch a small breath when I could to prevent her from suffocating me, but if I would’ve died, I would’ve died a happy man!

Just as she’s coming down from her orgasm, I put on a condom and enter her. She’s surprised to feel my cock inside her, but her eyes roll back as I don’t give her a chance to recover before continuing to give her more pleasure. Her right leg is lifted up over my left arm and my right hand is around her neck, putting some light pressure on her as I keep pounding and getting into my rhythm. She grabs my right wrist and pulls tighter, letting me know she REALLY wants me to choke her, so I oblige, putting more pressure on the choke around her neck. I’m staring right in her eyes as she’s staring in mine. My eyes telling her that I’m in full control of her pleasure and her eyes telling me that she’s fully submitted to whatever I want to do to her. We both have our dominant streaks, but at this moment, I’ve completely tamed her. She’s putty in my hands and I can impose my sexual will on her and she will enjoy it. I feel my cum building up and I also feel her getting tense again and picking up her pace, which means that her second, rolling orgasm is imminent. I decide that we’re going to come at the same time and pound her a little harder, a little faster, making sure my pubic bone is rubbing right up on her clit. When I pick up the pace, she again rolls her eyes back and begins convulsing and quivering again, enjoying her second body shattering orgasm in less than 15 minutes. I’m also ready to bust and release all the built up cum into the condom. After I’m done cumming, I release my choke, let go of her leg, and collapse next to her.

“Did I live up to your expectations?” I ask, knowing full well the answer.

“No, I had no clue that’s what I was in for. You far exceeded them.” She responds. Then adds on, “God, if I knew that’s what I’d been missing out on, I would not have been as shy to find you.”

She asks if I want her to leave. I tell her of course not, let’s take a shower together, clean ourselves off and we can hang out in bed.

PART 2 TO FOLLOW

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