‘Holly, I want you to be my maid of honour.’
When your sister says that to you, you don’t really imagine yourself having sex with her new husband on her wedding day but that’s exactly what happened with me. Weird how things work out, huh?
It was a beautiful venue. A grand stately home that seemed like something out of a fairy tale. The great building sat at the edge of its own grounds that stretched for acres beyond. It had its own lake and its own forest, it could easily have been the crowning jewel in a kingdom.
The wedding had gone perfectly. They had said ‘I do’ and we’d thrown confetti over the happy couple while they shared their first several kisses as husband and wife. My sister looked beautiful in her bridal dress and I’d done my duties of making sure she didn’t trip over her train or veil which she easily could have done in the heels she was wearing. She was only small, 5’4 but still an inch taller than me, but her heels had bought her almost to eye level with Darren, the – devilishly handsome and object of my most secret fantasies – groom.
As the sun slowly began to set behind the lake of the manor, the wedding reception was in full swing. Over two hundred people had arrived to help my sister celebrate her perfect day. If I ever get married, I’m pretty sure I’ll have a struggle to find twenty people I like to invite, let alone two hundred. Nonetheless, Darren and my sister seemed to be enjoying the company of their guests.
It was all a little bit too much for me. I don’t really do people. And I’m not great at feigning interest with the conversation of strangers and long unseen relatives. I slipped out unnoticed, or so I thought, to enjoy the view of the lake out back.
‘Gorgeous, right?’
I turned to see Darren approaching. He’d lost his suit jacket and tie and looked more casual in just his shirt and trousers. A little hair peeped out from the top of his unbuttoned shirt. The sleeves looked like they were struggling to contain his arms.
‘Yeah, I wish I lived somewhere like this. The lake looks beautiful,’ I said.
‘The lake? Oh, yeah,’ he laughed. I laughed with him.
I knew he thought I was “gorgeous” and I knew it was me he was talking about. He had been with my sister for six years. In those six years he had seen me in my sluttiest dresses, my smallest pyjamas, my bikinis and my underwear. I knew how he looked at me. And it seems even newly married men get distracted from their wives when the blood rushes from their head. My bridesmaid dress was a light blue and flowed around my ankles, hiding my legs. My breasts were less than hidden: proud E cups that were lifted up by the dress so that anything less than a good eyeful was almost impolite. Darren was being very polite.
‘I don’t think your wife would be too happy if she caught you staring at her sister’s tits,’ I remarked with a smirk. Sometimes its fun to draw attention to it.
‘She wouldn’t be very happy if she knew what I wanted to do with them either.’
The response caught me off guard. I laughed nervously while I desperately tried to think of something else to say. And while my mind raced Darren stepped in closer to me. I could smell a little alcohol on his breath but I knew that he hadn’t had enough to even be tipsy, let alone drunk. He knew full well what he was doing.
‘Well then it’s a shame you have a ring on your finger isn’t it. After today, my sister is the only girl who’s boobs you’re going to get to play with’. I looked up at him. He knew he had me on the back foot.
‘After today? So, in theory, today is a free hit?’
His hand found my waist. I stepped back, turning quickly to look back up at the manor. The sun was setting further and there were no lights on around the grounds. If someone looked directly at us from the manor they would struggle to see us. We were hidden by the darkness.
‘Maybe you should have hit on me six years ago.’
‘When you were fourteen?’ Darren laughed.
He had a point there.
‘Look at you,’ he continued. ‘You’re stunning. You look amazing. And those tits. They’re huge. And your bum. I know you’ve seen me looking at you. And I know you like the attention. But don’t think that I’ve not seen you checking me out as well. Looking for a bulge behind my towel when I get out of the shower. How your eyes divert to my boxers every time you see me in them. How even two minutes ago when I first came out here you were looking at my arms like you were imagining how they might feel pinning you down to the floor while I fuck you.’
I felt so guilty even hearing Darren talk to me like that. I felt even guiltier knowing what I was going to do next.
I reached up and grabbed both of his arms with my hands. His huge biceps easily filling my palms. I held on tight and I kissed him hard. I’ve never felt so guilty about being so turned on in my whole life. I could already feel how wet I was. It wasn’t only Darren who wasn’t thinking with his head.
As we kissed, his hands reached around to my bum and I felt myself being lifted onto my tip toes as he squeezed both cheeks firmly in his hands. I put my hand on his chest as we kissed and slowly ran my hand down over his stomach, over his belt to find the bulge in his trousers that I knew would be there. We were both turned on by how forbidden it was.
‘Over there,’ I managed to whisper in between kisses. I gestured towards the trees behind us. As hidden as we were in the dark, if someone came looking for us, they’d be in for a shock. Under the shelter of the trees, we could get away with anything. Anything.
I took his hand and led him with me into the trees.
Several years of sexual tension with my sister’s partner were about to come to climax. On their wedding day. The happiest day of my sister’s life.
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