This is a fictional story with all characters being at least 18.
If you're only interested in sex scenes and care little for a story, then I suggest you just skip to the end. Day Two on has a lot more graphic sex, but I needed to develop my characters.
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DAY ONE
"Marriage is total bullshit!"
There, I finally said it out loud.
"Now Cooper, let's not get all worked up again"
Kathleen said this while giving my shoulder a tight hug. Katy was my younger sister and honestly has been my best friend since we were kids.
I sat unsteady at my Mom's prep bar in the kitchen, swiveling back and forth in a stilted chair, all the while swigging good champagne from the bottle. While I knew that it wouldn't help me cope with my situation, the champagne sure did leave my brain numb and a bit foggy. Foggy was a good thing right now.
"Coop, you don't mean that. You're all mixed up right now. There is a difference between the idea of marriage, and almost making the worse mistake of your life by marrying that bitch."
I couldn't help myself but chuckle at that. Katy was so right. Amber was definitely a bitch, with a capital "B", in fact she was a big fat cheating bitch.
"Besides Bro, isn't it better to find out that your fiancé was screwing the best man BEFORE saying "I Do"?
"Gee Sis, I feel so much better knowing I dodged the bullet!" I lashed out. As soon as I said it I knew Kathleen was totally innocent in this whole thing.
Deep down I knew she was right, I had honestly dodged a bullet, but right now I was still feeling really sorry for myself. I hated that about my sister, always practical to a fault. The opposite could be said about me. Where she was the rule follower, I was impetuous and emotional. Katy always said that I couldn't fuck a girl without falling in love. It's hard to admit that, but she was probably right. Even years later, I still loved them all. Kathleen on the other hand had never been in love... at least in love with anyone she ever told me about.
"Hell, you'd think I deserved at least one day for a pity party." I grumbled to myself.
It wasn't like I was planning on putting a gun in my mouth and blowing my brains out or anything. No my self-destruction was more on the temporary side and included guzzling mass quantities of wedding Champagne... Why not? I had already spent the money for the twenty bottles. Who said I couldn't be practical.
"What am I supposed to do with all of the wedding gifts?" I asked my sister in panic. This got me teary eye again, forcing me to wipe the moisture from my eyes. Yeah I know what you're thinking... come on man, just man up and get some balls Cooper. But damn I loved that cheating cunt.
Katy left me to my thoughts for a moment then simply added, "Don't worry about it bro, Mom and I will make sure they all get sent back with a thank you card. Just remember Coop, you did nothing wrong. This was all Amber and Michael's doing."
"Cheating cunt!" I shouted to the world and almost fell out of the stool, forcefully taking another swig.
Katy stepped up and pushed me upright again. I leaned into Katy to innocently give her a brotherly kiss on the cheek, but I was now so drunk that I completely lost my balance, nearly falling on top of her.
Instead of her pecking her cheek, my face landed hard on hers and our lips mashed together. We kissed for a second or maybe it was an eternity.
Trying to determine how much time passes while totally blitzed is a really just a waste of time. But I do remember how surprised I was with how soft her lips were and somehow how they somehow tasted of strawberry.
Still off balance and only still sitting upright because our faces were physically mashed together. Katy firmed us up by grabbing both of my shoulders but strangely didn't actually pull away from my drunken kiss. Reaching out my hands to regain my balance, I simply gripped what was closet to me.
My right hand ended up grabbing the top of her spaghetti strap, tearing it away from her shoulder. At the same time, she naturally shifted her grip by grabbing on to my ruffled vest of my tux. So when I actually fell out of the chair, she had no choice but to follow my 170 pounds to the floor. With her hands tied up in the vest of my tux, she was unable to grab her own top as her tee shirt dropped down over her left breast.
Katy had been a 34C since she was thirteen, I know because we talked about everything while growing up and that included the things that were changing with our bodies. I knew her measurements and she knew the size of my dick since the last time I measured it at 16. We both had a good laugh about our sometime graphic conversations.
Katy's breast were 34C, but they always looked much larger because of her petite frame. My blurry eyes tried to focus on this perfectly shaped melon only inches away from my mouth. Her areola was centrally placed in an upward conical angle and were dark pink at first, but the more I looked at them I noticed that they quickly changed color and turned a much darker red, as blood flushed her breast in embarrassment.
When first exposed, her nipple was nearly inverted, but within seconds, it also became fully erect. I don't know if it was because she knew how exposed she was or because the cold air from the room was getting to her.
Finally getting my sea legs back under me, it gave me time to take in the scenery. I only had to stick out my tongue and I could have gotten a good lick on the end of her nip. Seeing the excited look on my face, she looked down and realized what had happened.
"Nice tits Sis..." I giggled drunkenly.
She rolled over off of me and slipped her strap back over her shoulder, quickly repositioning her breast back into place. Instead of being mad, she just smiled at her drunken brother...
"Pervert!" She joked.
We both laughed at that. We had accidently and sometimes on purpose seen each other naked bodies since we were little. It was a regular game we played of running half naked from the bathroom to our bedroom without getting caught. If one looked too long, it was always our joke to say... "Pervert!"
Katy always had a tom boy figure until she got her boobs. I don't say that this is a bad thing. Instead I just want you to have a clear understanding what people would see if you walked up on us. First thing you would notice was the length of her hair (well after looking at her tits). Her hair was solid raven black and straw straight that ran to the middle of her back.
Next you would notice that her muscular legs ran straight up to the cleft below her fatty mons pubis. On either side of her legs was her 34" shapely hips. All tied well together with a small firm ass. Did I mention her perfect 34C breasts?
I knew this was an accurate size because like most guys, I had checked out both my mom and sisters bra sizes out long before I was twelve. Hey there's nothing pervey about this. How else is a guy supposed to learn how to take those contraptions off a women in the dark?
So for most of us guys, our first silky bra experience was usually playing with one owned by a relative of the female persuasion.
Having actually seen Katy's adult tit tonight, my foggy brain kicked loose some hormones and my dick began to throb on its own in excitement.
Seeing her breast, let me realize that almost an inch of her bra measurement must just be from her large nipples. They were erasure pink, and if they were a matching set, then each nipple was about ¾" long. Well rounded, all surrounded by a well-defined areola ring about the size of a half dollar coin.
I had already known that Katy's boobs were a bit conical. Katy had complained enough times in the past about how they didn't make a good bra for the natural shape of her breast. Too big of bra and the bra did nothing for support and made her looked unfilled. Too small of bra and too much breast fell out of the bra over the edges. Because of this she usually just went braless.
Having gotten a good look at one of them just now, I had to agree with her that the world was better off with her boobs being set free to take the world as it came to her. Katy's quick flash only confirmed to me what a tit guy I was and that all breasts were beautiful in their own way.
Kathleen was now twenty and in college majoring in molecular chemistry.
And apparently getting on the "Deans List". She was usually sober and clear thinking. Responsible with her credit cards and even only uses the money on her student loans for tuition and books. For the people who know us, everyone thinks she is way more serious and more grown up than her older brother.
In comparison, I only made it two years at the local community college with a major in photography and still was asked to leave because I didn't bother going to class half the time. When not in college, I was a member in three failed bands singing covers for both country and rock music. I have always prided myself for being the artist of the family.
My problem was that I loved all art and liked to try it all out.
Currently I was into covering travel landscape and taking nudes. Which is where Amber and I met. She showed up for a modeling portfolio shoot, and it took little effort to convince her to lose her silky bra and panties.
Six months later we were engaged and two days before our weeding, I find my best friend balls deep in Amber's pussy.
I didn't stick around to find out if this was a onetime fling or if they have been banging for months. While we had a whirlwind relationship, I loved Amber hard. But as much as I thought I loved her, I knew I would never again get that image of their two thrusting bodies out of my mind.
It was obvious Amber was enjoying Michael's black dick because his dick was creamy white with her wetness, while a small drool of her white frothy cum flowed from around his dick around her stretched her cunt lips outward.
Her cum was dribbling down to her button ass hole only to drip down to the sheet. It disturbed me that she was making such deep guttural noises. Noises I had never heard from her before, while she alternated shouting "harder!" and "fuck me!"
Had the imagine come from a porn movie, I would have said it was hot as shit. But since the noise was from my fiancé and a few days before my wedding, I was not so impressed. Besides after seeing how much she dug Michael's huge black cock. I knew that my cock was not small, but Michael had both girth and length. I never believed the statement of "once you go black you never go back" but after what I saw, it was obvious Amber really dug fat cocks. There was just no way she wouldn't cheat on me again.
