Sister and Groom!
As the bride sat in her waiting room, sitting with all her wedding party and family except for one she was claiming that today was the happiest day of her life, the groom on the other hand had other plans in the making.
Becky the bride to be was with all of her family, but one. She was missing her younger sister, who she knew would always be late. It didn't matter though because later today she would be marrying the man of her dreams.
Marc the groom was hiding away in one of the back rooms. Hiding away from the groomsmen and everyone else already at the church, making out with Maddy. Becky's younger sister.
Let's go back to the beginning of the story.
Marc was always infatuated with boobs. He likes really big ones, something that Becky did not have, but Maddy on the other hand had some to give away and then still have really big boobs.
Sometimes Maddy would catch Marc staring at them, her boobs were something she was proud of and when he was around she would wear skin tight shirts, with no bras might I had, and would parade around the house.
There was a couple of times when Becky wasn't home from work yet and Marc had shown up early to hang out with Becky, so Maddy would have to entertain him. That included leaning down so he could get a view of her cleavage or accidentally brushing her chest against his arms. She knew it wasn't right, but Marc was hot with a capital H. She thought why should Becky always get the good looking guys. It just wasn't fair. That continued for about two years, when they announced their engagement. It practically broke Maddys heart. That was when she decided that before they were married she would make love to him. She tried multiple times, to make love to him, but she was always interrupted, one time they had kissed, but they had promised to tell no one saying that it had meant nothing, but she knew that was her key.
Her last day was today, if she was going to show Marc what he was missing if he married her sister instead of her, it had to be today. So she put on her sexy undergarments, her sexiest dress, which ended right after her bottom and her boobs were practically sticking out, and made her way to the church. Walking in she fluffed her hair and found the groom and groomsmen just standing around.
Walking up to the group she stopped in front of Marc and told him that Becky wanted something done last minute, it was very important.
Nodding (after glancing at her chest) he followed her out of the sanctuary and downstairs into what looked like a classroom.
Once she stepped in and he followed, she shut the door, she was a moaner after all.
"What is it that she wanted," he had asked.
"Well I lied," Maddy said with a shrug.
"Why did you bring me down here then," he asked almost full on staring at her chest.
Giggling to herself she walked closer to him, stands on her toes and whispered in his ear.
"I'm here to show up what you would be missing if you marry my sister today," she pulled her head back and put her lips against his.
At first he had been shocked, not responding, but after a couple of seconds he responded. Reaching around his head she curled her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her. They had continued to make out for a couple minutes before he pulled away.
As he gasped for breath he said." We shouldn't be doing this, I am going to be getting married, to your own sister."
"I know baby, but I want this, you want this, I won't tell, and it doesn't have to end here for us," she almost had him.
"But I love Becky," he whispered, more to himself.
" You love me more," and with that said she leaned up and kissed him again, he wasn't to far behind her.
That takes us to where we are now, him pressed against her, arms around her waist and moving down, her arms wrapped up in his hair. Their lips moving in sync, you can practically feel the sexual tension pouring from the two of them.
Moaning against his lips she leans back and grinds herself against him, before stepping back.
"Baby I want you," she says in a sexy voice.
Nodding his head Marc reaches forwards and grabs the top of her dress and pulls it down quickly, he groans as he watches her tits bounce up and down.
"You never wear a bra, you little vixen," he says reaching forward and cupping one of them before doing the same to the other one.
"Why would when I knew I'd be fucking you," she replies forcing his hands harder into her tits.
Grinning he responds by lowering his head and sucking on a hard, swollen nipple. Moaning she forces his head more onto her tits while taking the other hand and grabbing his cock through his pants. It was already hard.
"Oh god baby your so big, I have wanted this for so long," she moans jerking him off through his pants.
