I [F] was my cousin’s sister-in-law’s first lesbian experience – at my cousin’s wedding [FF]

I am a bi woman. Growing up in the Deep South in the 90s-00s, there were easier things to be. But it was a lot of fun.

I am 5 foot 9 and slim, with long blonde hair. I think I am conventionally quite good looking, though I have a broad face that I’ve never been fond of. I would say that I have a nice ass with smallish but “perky” tits – I’m a 28E (trust me, that sounds a lot bigger than they are).

I was a bridesmaid at my cousin’s wedding in 2009, when I was 29. Fighting aunts and grandparents’ questions about why I didn’t have a boyfriend was… tough. I’ve been with plenty of guys in the past, but I have a preference for women and I had no interest at all in settling down.

My cousin’s now husband is from an intensely Christian family. His parents have always insisted on multiple weekly visits to church, and from my understanding have the usual views on… everything you would expect. My cousin’s husband also has two sisters. One older, one younger. His younger sister, let’s call her Emily, caught my eye immediately.

She was always very proper, with shoulder length mousy brown hair, around 5 foot 5. She generally wore loose, flowery, frankly not very flattering dresses. She looked constantly ready for church.

Emily is quiet, and younger than the rest of us – whilst my cousin and I were in our late 20s, Emily was 24. She is shy, but clever, and we had some great conversations away from the mostly vacuous other bridesmaids.

It was during the Bachelorette that we first got to know each other. I could tell that she was holding something back. The other girls (including my cousin, shamefully) were flirting with guys all night, trying to get drinks. Emily had no interest at all. She just seemed (and I know now I wasn’t just flattering myself) to be interested in talking to me.

I suspected, though I don’t know for sure, that she was someone who was “keeping herself until marriage”. I know now that there was another reason for her prudishness.

Fast forward to the wedding. The ceremony was long and dull, lots of hands raised in the air toward God. Emily and I, in our identical deep purple bridesmaids dresses, sat next to one another. The dresses were all the same and as such (as always with bridesmaids dresses) not very flattering. The spaghetti straps were not at all something Emily would usually wear, the front of the dress cutting close to her chest and causing it to flow around her like a parachute. My version of the dress was a little to small, too tight around my tummy and chest.

During the wedding breakfast, I was sat, again, next to Emily. By this point we were able to let our hair down a bit (although not literally), and before we knew it, the two of us were laughing as we shared a second bottle of wine. As she went to fill up her glass, her hand brushed mine. I remember her looking up, catching my eye, then blushing a deep red and looking back down, hastily finishing her glass.

At some point during the dancing, while I was talking to a guy I’d lost touch with from school, I caught a glimpse of Emily, standing out to the side and watching me. Again, I remember catching her eye and her looking away again, trying to pretend she hadn’t seen me. That was when I walked over and asked her if she wanted to fix up her make up with me in the bathroom.

I’m sure the walk to the bathroom was less than a minute, but it felt like a lifetime.

The bathroom was one of the fancy types you get in a hotel. Various large individual booths with toilets and a sink in each, though I think there was a separate area with lots of sinks and mirrors. I think I expected us to go to that area.

But once Emily noticed the bathroom was empty, she grabbed my hand, almost desperately, and pulled me into one of the booths and locked the door.

Weirdly I think she was even nervous then that this might be some sort of trick. That I wasn’t interested and that I might out her to her parents. So I kissed her. A lingering but tentative kiss, pressing my lips to hers, then pulling away slowly. Her eyes were still closed.

And then everything sort of happened at once.

She was almost hungry, pulling me into her, our matching dresses pressing into one another, my chest pushing just above hers. She kissed me hard and pushed me against the wall. I felt her tongue press against my lips, at first tentatively and then harder until I let her in. It was the kiss of a girl who had never kissed a girl before, exploring, pushing. I put my hand in her hair, slowly letting it down from its wedding up-do.

I pulled back a little, grasping her hips. This shy girl looked at me hungrily, and I stopped to kiss her neck. She gasped loudly and then I pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders. Pulling her dress down at the front, her bra coming down under my palms, I slowly exposed her breasts. Oh Emily.

This devout, prim Christian good girl, with her loose clothes and unflattering dresses, had always covered her up, so only now could I see how incredible Emily’s boobs were. Slightly uneven, large and rounded with very wide and puffy pink aureoles and stiff deep pink nipples. I knelt on the floor, thankfully clean, and took first one and then the other nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first and then hard.

Emily breathed hard and fast. Almost nervously, I ran my hand up her dress. As I reached her panties I could feel that she had soaked through them. She moaned quietly as I – continuing to suck on her nipples – pushed her panties to one side, sliding a finger through her wetness. Pushing that finger inside her was the easiest thing I’ve ever done.

She moaned – loudly this time – as I slipped another finger into her, stroking the inside of her cunt while I held her up with my other hand.

Pushing her back onto the sink, I pulled up her dress and down her underwear, discarding them on the floor, the white lace completely sodden and almost entirely transparent.

I knelt in front of her again, lowering my lips to her cunt and kissing her. I remember pushing my fingers into her pussy as I pressed my tongue to her clit. Slowly massaging her with my tongue, I worked my fingers back and forth until I could feel her legs giving way.

The most vivid memory I have is of looking up at my cousin’s new baby sister-in-law, her prim mousy hair dishevelled, her huge tits with their erect nipples heaving as she came, hard, around my fingers. She let out this moan and sigh as her pussy tightened and pulsated.

At this point, I could feel my underwear uncomfortably sticky against my thighs. I would like to say Emily returned the favour. But after cumming for me, she blushed deeply, quickly pulled up her dress and bra and rearranging the skirts. She mumbled something like a thank you – or was it an apology – then rushed out of the bathroom, leaving her panties on the floor.

I’ve seen Emily a few times since then. There isn’t much occasion for me to see my cousin’s sister-in-law. Sometimes I dream of our purple dresses and her dripping panties, lying on the bathroom floor.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12mup07/i_f_was_my_cousins_sisterinlaws_first_lesbian