Ravi and Amy, two close friends of mine and a couple, were finally getting married. They were very cute together and Ravi finally popped the question. She accepted, there was a little crying, families met, all that happened and finally, their wedding was planned.
An Indian wedding. What an event. The colours, the music, the culture, the cuisine, the annoying aunts asking about your love life, that one uncle trying to set you up with Godzilla, it’s all there. It’s also a good way for a bachelor to meet someone. Ravi and I were close friends and he wanted me present at every ceremony, which was an honour that I accepted. One of these ceremonies is called the “Sangeet” which is where choreographed dances take place. It’s basically to set the mood for the wedding.
Ravi wanted me to be part of that, but since I had come alone, I didn’t have a partner.
“Remember Amy’s sister Ananya?”
Ananya was a few years younger than us, 22 now. I’d met her years ago when she was 16, but we didn’t really know each other and didn’t talk much. It was Ravi and Amy’s big day though so what they say goes.
“No, not really.”
“Well, get acquainted, because she’s your dance partner.”
I was told I’d meet her in the hotel lobby itself. I went in not knowing what to expect. I was not expecting the bombshell I met.
Ananya was the girl who made everyone look. Pale skin, brown hair, 5’6″, hourglass figure. She had big eyes that turned into slits when she smiled and had really pretty dimples. She was wearing a lovely red dress that complimented her figure and was really looking hot.
Amy introduced us after a little catch up with her sister.
“Ananya, this is Arthur, he’ll be your dance partner.”
“Hey, nice to meet you,” she said, putting a hand forward.
I took her hand and said, “Delighted to meet you too.”
“So you’re my dance partner, huh?”
“Yep, you’re stuck with me.”
“Well, lucky me.”
That was unexpected from her and I smiled in surprise.
“Not very subtle, are you?” I said, jokingly.
She pulled me in close and whispered in my ear, “Hey when you’re hot, you don’t need to be subtle,” and pulled away as she gave me a sexy smile.
Hoo boy, what a girl.
We retreated to our rooms, preparing for the ceremony. Time passed quickly and soon it was time for the ceremony.
Dressing up for guys is especially easy in Indian culture, there’s one universal outfit, a *kurta* with a pair of jeans. I wore a light blue *kurta* with dark blue jeans. I thought I looked pretty good until Ananya walked in.
She wore a blue patterned *lehenga choli* (look it up) that exposed some of her stomach, and fit on her really well. We both had arrived an hour before the actual event to practice a bit. Ananya saw me and waved and we spoke to each other.
We complimented each other’s outfits, hers especially was fantastic and we started practicing.
The solo dances were easy enough, the couple dance together was something to learn.
“You sure you can dance in that dress?”
“I hope so, it’ll be pretty bad if I can’t, won’t it?”
“It’s a little risky though, you could step on the lehenga and trip.”
“You’ll catch me.”
“What if I can’t?”
“I’m sure Reeny would love to trade places with me.”
Ah fuck that shit.
“Yeah no, I’ll catch you.”
She laughed and said, “Okay, time for practice now.”
Practice was smooth, she only stepped on my toes twice and I only forgot to spin her once.
The event started, guests came, food started arriving, alcohol started flowing and four guys were thrown out within the first hour. So you know, your standard Indian event.
Well the time for the dance came. I went up on stage, Ananya’s arm hooked through mine with Ravi and Amy and two others I didn’t recognise.
We took our positions and I put my arm around Ananya’s waist, her’s on my shoulder, our free hands outstretched and interlocked. She smelled fragrant, like citrus and her hair smelled like lavender. She looked up at me with a smile, our eyes locking together as we moved in a fluid motion. I spun her and pulled her into me. She tripped on her lehenga while coming towards me but I did manage to catch her, just enough for her to regain her balance while not deviating from the steps.
“You’re a good dancer.”
“Why thank you m’lady.”
She chuckled a bit and caressed the side of my face, me gently stroking her exposed back. As the music faded, I gently bent her down, moving with her to form a classic romantic move. I pulled her up, our arms still around each other and she suddenly moved towards me and kissed me. It wasn’t a choreographed move but hey, I wasn’t complaining. She kissed me, and it was just for a second, but enough to get the electric taste of her lipstick on my mouth. I licked my lips in front of her, she laughed a bit and we walked off stage. I don’t think many noticed the kiss because all focus was on Ravi and Amy, who’d been practicing this dance for a while.
For the rest of the event, me and Ananya sat together and hit it off.
Amy, however, had a dress emergency and Ananya had to go help her out, so the rest of the night was spent trying to avoid drunk uncles, Reeny and some annoying little shits.
Some time later, I got a text from Ananya.
*Come to Room 301 in an hour or so.*
Well, who can say no to that.
An hour passed. I went to my room, took a quick shower and put the same clothes back on, then sent her a text.
*Do I come now?*
*Yes, send me text when you’re at my door.*
I took the lift up to the 3rd floor and found her room. I knocked twice.
*Just knocked on your door.*
A voice came from behind the door
“Just a minute Arthur!”
A minute or so later, another voice followed.
“Close your eyes and keep them closed till I tell you to open them.”
“Okay, they’re closed.”
I heard the door lock opening, and a few seconds later, “Okay, open them and come in.”
The door was now ajar, not open. I opened it slowly and closed it behind me. Then, I took in the sight in front of me.
Ananya stood there in a black bra and a black laced pair of panties.
“I didn’t pack any lingerie, I hope this is hot too.”
I was speechless, my eyes running around her, eye fucking her.
“This is absolutely hot.”
I pulled my kurta off (breaking a few stitches, they’re not meant to be pulled off but I couldn’t be arsed) and stood in front of her, topless. We both moved towards each other like hungry animals and our lips connected.
She had gotten the lipstick off and now I could taste her properly. My hands went behind her, feeling her petite body as she unbuckled my jeans, dropping them to the floor. My hand cupped and squeezed her perfect peach shaped ass as I touched my bulge through the underwear to her panties.
Sure our bodies rubbing against each other were fun, but the kiss was something else too.
She seemed ready enough to eat my face off as her tongue moved around hungrily in my mouth, our lips sucking on each other’s with a fierce passion. We moved around the room held together before I finally pushed her against a wall where we kissed.
She briefly pulled away.
“Fuck, you’re hot.”
I smiled and said, “You’re one to talk.”
“Oh, you’re charming too!”
With that, she pulled me towards her again and kissed me. I moved my lips away from hers towards her neck. My right hand clasped into her left as our bodies touched, her boobs soft and pressed through the bra against me.
I moved my free hand down, her other hand rubbing my shoulder, and pulled her panties down. Two fingers slid inside her, gently moving them back and forth. She let out a soft moan as she touched her fingers on my bulge, while I tasted her beautiful body. I moved from her neck to her earlobe, my fingers still inside, looking around a bit. I touched her clit and she gasped, as I started gently rubbing it, nibbling on her earlobe.
I pulled my fingers out, turned her around and put them back in, my bulge against her ass. She pulled her hair to one side and took the side of my face in her hand as I kissed her neck, hearing her moans as I rubbed her clit. Her moans turned to whimpers, her legs becoming shaky as she came, her entire vaginal area feeling soaked.
“I need you in me, right now.”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
I kissed her lips again and taking her by the shoulders I gently pushed her onto the bed. She pointed at a drawer next to me and said, “Condoms are there.”
I took one out and dropped my pants as she took her panties off. Her eyes lit up at the sight of my dick, a smile creeping across her face.
“I really need you inside me now.”
I slipped on the condom and said, “Yes ma’am.”
I moved to her and lay on top of her, starting with good old missionary. I thrusted in and out, slowly as she felt herself being filled up, her eyes tightening to pretty lips as her hot breath from moans blew over my shoulder.
“Ahh, ohh you’re good, oh, fuck that’s awesome.”
“Fuck, you’re hot Ananya, you feel really good down there.”
We both moaned and grunted as we felt and admired each other before she pushed me off her and took over.
She sat down on top of me, my dick moving inside her. She bent down and twerked her body as she felt me moving in and out of her, our foreheads touching. My hands moved behind her back and unclasped her bra which I threw off.
She sat up straight, now straight up bouncing as my hands reached up to her perky boobs. I sat up too, and she positioned herself a bit so her chest came in my face. I sucked on them, small with brown nipples, while she moaned and pressed me in, encouraging me.
Her embrace got a little loose and I moved back to see what was up. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, her mouth gently parted as her body tensed. She came again, a more intense orgasm this time.
She pulled off and turned her body so her ass was facing me. She shook it a bit, giving me an eyeful and then moved back towards me, putting her pussy on my face. She bent down and I felt her taking off the condom and her sweet lips on my dick. I knew what she wanted and where her clit was and I started licking. My face got wet from her fluids, as my tongue lapped her up like a dog lapping ho water. She made grunting and whimpering sounds as I licked her, but couldn’t moan as her mouth was full. She came yet again, and within just a few seconds, I came too, blowing a load inside her mouth. She pulled away and I felt some dripping onto the bed. She turned around, my cum on her chin, winked at me and went to the bathroom where she cleaned up a bit.
My room was three rooms down the hallway, so we wrapped ourselves in towels and bathrobes and hurried there without being seen. Her sheets were *ahem* dirty so we decided she’d spend the night at my room.
We took everything off and fell onto my bed, where we kissed and cuddled for a while, too tired to go again.
The next morning, I woke up to her looking at me, her hand on my morning wood.
“Good morning.”
“Well, hello there ma’am.”
She smiled and gave me a kiss, my right arm numb from her sleeping on it.
I kissed her back, and we got touchy again, when she pulled away.
“Arthur, I really want to, but my sister sent me a message telling me she needs my help asap.”
“Oh shit, I better get to Ravi too.”
“We both should go now then. But maybe in the evening, we could have some more fun?”
“Hell yes we could.”
This is gonna be a really fun event.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x5ntte/the_brides_hot_sister_made_the_wedding_an_even
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