SARA'S WEDDING

"Fuckin'A!" I stood up from my desk, holding the paper in my hand.

There in neat little columns were the wedding announcements, third from the top my sister Sara. She never called, never told me. I couldn't believe it...considering.

Our relationship was complicated. I hadn't seen her for like four years, had moved to the other side of the world from her. She stayed in our home town, it was a home town wedding. I guess I hadn't talked to my folks in quite awhile, but were they keeping it from me too? They must have known.

I sat back down, looking at the blank screen of my work computer, just words that I couldn't make out right now. I couldn't think straight. I thought how badly we had ended, of me talking to her on the phone. Do brothers and sisters break up?? We did.

Before I moved, that last phone call. I wasn't crying exactly that night I called her, but I was tearing up as I listened to the phone ringing at the other end. She had been so cold to me. Didn't want to see me.

I heard her pick up.

Elated I blurted out, "How are you?'

"Shity."

"When can I see you?"

"I don't know. I have a lot going on. I probably can't talk long."

"Can't or don't want to."

"Uh...Don't want to. Look can I just call you back tomorrow. It's not been a good day, really. Jason...I just..."

"I don't want to wait. Look I can't sleep, I never get to see you anymore. I'm not looking forward to waiting anymore."

"What are you talking about?? I saw you three days ago. I can't be with you 24/7. Remember what we said, what WE agreed to. I should have been better about it. Not given in...why are you calling me so late?"

"This is the first you answered the phone."

"...I was busy, I told you that and you should believe me."

"Is it coincidence that this new guy comes around and now you're too busy? "

"Ahhhh...God dammit, I'm tired of this. Everything!! Jason, you're my...I'm tired of your whiny pouting fits. I want to do this TOMORROW."

"So what? So that you can hurt me tomorrow and the day after that. I need closure. I feel like you've given up on us."

"US!! There is no us, there can't be. How can there be? Understand? Listen. I'm tired of hurting you, you know that. It was a mistake, a stupid fun mistake."

"You don't mean that!! I did everything you asked."

"You're not YOU anymore. It isn't anything either of us did. This just can't be, it isn't meant to be - how could it??"

I had no answer. Sara paused, she sounded like she was standing up just then, pacing in her apartment, standing by her bed. I could just see her, knew her so well, and it was late. I continued, "What are you wearing?"

"Jason!"

"Tell me. Just tell me. You in your room?"

"It's late... I'm, I'm wearing...a T shirt," she finally said, relenting.

I paused, my heart pounding, "Lift it up for me."

"No! We are not...I told you, I never should have...that last time."

"You don't mean it...you can't. Our vacation together, those three weeks...and then, when we got back. Sara?"

Silence.

"We will always, have that...Sara."

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"I'm lifting my T..."

"What?" I was surprised settling back into my bed. "What do you see??"

"My pussy, silly."

"Shaved?"

"You shaved it..."

I closed my eyes grasping my cock in my hand.

"...last time."

We masturbated together, I was squeezing my thighs as I remembered, closed my eyes. Embarrassed. The last time we spoke in four years. I didn't like to think about it, I had forgotten how badly it had ended.

She had been sweet to me though, for that one moment before I said my goodbye, "Will you still call me? Tomorrow."

"Ok."

"Promise."

"We'll see."

She never did.

Then, I moved away.

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I flew into Ronald Reagan Airport and got on the train, felt myself rocking back and forth in the seat rattling along the old tracks, holding on to my bag. I was going to her wedding. I had to. One of the three things she wanted me to promise her I would do. We would see. It had been a long time, and I did not have a plan. I was not invited, but time heals. At the very least I would get to see mom and dad, they wouldn't be around much longer.

I had called mom and dad, asked them about Sara. Immediately I knew they were keeping it from me. "Why didn't you tell me?" There was just silence, I didn't press it. I knew it was Sara. They mumbled something about it being private, something about no one from out of town. But they did tell me where she was staying, near the church in a nice hotel.

So I went to the hotel, got a room, and then asked about Sara.

Room 1143.

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I held my breath, had simply put my things into my room and headed straight to hers, eleventh floor. I rapped at the door, and stood straight. My heart in my throat, excited. My eyes bleary with nerves.

The door opened and I can't quite describe the look on her face. It was surprise, for sure that was there. Resignation. Anger? Dismay...a smile, weakness. And she was in her fucking wedding dress!

I almost started to laugh...it was bizarre. She had a mouth full of food, probably expecting someone else. She couldn't talk and she was mumbling as she walked away from the door waving her hand at her face and sort of bending over. "Just a sec...just a sec."

She looked sideways at me and smiled again.

Then reaching out, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to herself, we stood like that a little while, our eyes staring into the other. That connection - still there. The fabric on her dress had that crinkly rough feel of cheap lace. But, Oh god oh god it felt so good, melting as she slipped away from me. "What are YOU doing here?"

"I've been wondering the same thing. I heard you were getting married," I said as I settled myself onto a sofa that was situated beside the bed, sheets pulled back to the bottom; she sitting on the mattress facing me, legs out, looking at me the whole time and I sort of read her mind. "Not mom or dad, no one TOLD me. I saw it in the paper."

She was confused still, "I didn't put it in any paper in San Francisco?"

"Our paper, on the internet. From here. I keep track of my...home town."

She tried to press the fabric down, her dress fluffing around her, while holding a piece of cake, pressing another bite into her mouth. A glass of champagne set at the night stand.

"Congratulations."

Talking with her mouth full, "Sorry I didn't tell you...but, I didn't think you would, well... you..."

I started to laugh, "You look like fucking Barbie!" That really broke the ice!

She looked down at herself then me, "Ha! Mom picked it out. Like it!! Mmmmm, nice. I told her I wanted a traditional wedding. This is what I got," She got up twirling herself and went to the fridge, held out the piece of cake she was eating, "Want some?"

"What?"

"Wedding cake," talking again with her mouth full. "I took the top layer from downstairs, its in the fridge here. I was hungry."

"You cant eat your wedding cake."

"What? There were five layers, now there's four. Big woop. Want one?"

I took a piece, and she was still rummaging around the room, took another glass filled it and handed it to me. "Champagne. We ordered six cases. I stole a bottle." She then threw herself onto the couch where I was and draped her legs over my lap, setting her feet on the armrest and sprawling herself back into the cushions. I tipped the glass and downed it at once. I needed that! God she looked delicious.

"Its warm," I said.

She drank hers, looking at me over her glass, "Didn't look to me like you even tasted it." She poured me another glass.

"How come you didn't put this in the fridge?" I held out my glass as she poured.

"The bottle was too big. S'alright, anyways." She took another sip and then lay her head back on the armrest at the other end, cake in one hand champagne glass in the other, white fabric spread everywhere over me, bare feet. My little Sara.

"What happened to getting married naked on the beach?"

"What, Are you the fucking wedding police?" She set up a little, leaning on her elbows, pressing the rest of the cake in her mouth with her fingers. "Besides that was for when I married YOU. Remember?"

I lay my hand on her ankle and held her soft, "Hmmm, I see." I felt my heart start a little at her words. Old wounds. "You would have married ME."

"Well... not that we could. Well, I couldn't anyways. It didn't matter, you moved away." A slight edge of anger in her voice.

I began to rub her legs, feeling her soft skin, holding on. Looking at her as I did so. She could feel it, but no response. Her smooth legs, she had shaved, her legs soft like silk, I was rubbing her up to her knees, stroking her calves, the underside of her knee. Touching her with my free hand. She loved that place, I continued to stroke her there, saw her close her eyes a little, not moving. Letting me.

Then, back to her ankles, her feet, watching her wiggle her toes as I touched them, her little red-painted toes. You could see my hands on her when I was rubbing her feet, but then back up under that fluffy dress. Just touching her thighs a little, above her knees, feeling her between her legs, teasing up her inner thigh. God I loved how she felt.

"You quit calling me," I blurted out. A silent pause followed, my hands on her.

Her head laying back on the armrest, eyes closed, "More like quit calling you every day, morning noon and night...listening to you ask me endless questions, what was I doing, who was I seeing? Where was I? I wanted...NEEDED a break, to breath, you were...it was so intense. And you!! You up... and leave the planet." She lifted her head, looking at me. It all came out. Ouch. She sipped from her glass, "All or nothing I guess."

"I remember...different..." I felt a little anger rise in me. "It was a little worse than that...I think," then I paused. I didn't want to go there.

I could still feel her skin, it was melting me. Let it go. Let it go. I simply continued to stroke her calves, trace my fingers along her legs. I let my hand drift higher higher, touching up her legs, feeling the warmth of her. Rubbing her until I was way up under her dress. Just touching outside and inside her legs.

I started again, "Hmmmm, K. But back to OUR wedding. US huh? You thought about that?"

God she was just letting me stroke her now, I could feel her turning her legs for me, bending her one knee out. Sort of showing me where she wanted to be touched. I completely obliging her, doing her bidding, laying my palms on her, rubbing my open hands up and down her legs, up the center of her thighs, until...

I just felt the edge of her panties. She WAS wearing panties. Cotton. I wasn't sure after all. It was Sara.

Feeling just the wisps of pussy hair, curly strands. Not shaved. I was thinking all these things, my hand settling at her upper thighs, stroking her as we were rambling on. My cock was already hard, straining in my pants. I needed to adjust myself, but did not want to take my hands off her. She might move, she might get up. Stop me. It was just too delicious. I simply let my cock grow down my pant leg.

"Yeah, I thought about it...how we would have to move to Thailand, and you could be a rice farmer. Buy some water buffalo. How we would raise our nine children...live in a tree house...I WAS in love you know." She threw her head back and I began to run my finger up onto her panties, touching her ever so lightly between her legs, my fingers caressing the warm triangle of fabric and then following the line of her pussy down between her legs. Petting her like that. So warm, damp, feeling her curly dark hairs moving around beneath the fabric. I felt her squeeze her legs together capturing my hand, "Besides the fact you are my Brother! who is...also...a complete mental case."

And then she began to scoot away a bit, sit herself up, "Ah ah ah, stay inside the lines."

It was her first reference to what I was doing. I pulled my hand away, let it rest on her thigh above her knee. "This ok?"

"Mmmm, yeah. Fine. Nice. Just stay inside the lines, S'all. Be good."

And I felt emboldened at her words, she was openly letting me touch her now. 'Stay inside the lines.' Just like Sara. The tease.

I cooed out, "Is this the line?" as I ran my hands up the inside of her thigh in one motion to right along the edge of her panties, insinuating my fingers just under the fabric edge and stroking a line along the outside of her pussy lips, letting the elastic stretch back a bit so that I was rubbing the hairs of her cunt, back and forth back and forth, pressing in so I was massaging indirectly, digging really into her clit. Curling my fingers around her ass, touching close, so close to the little pucker of her ass. She just lay there smiling, tensing her legs a little.

"Something like that..." and holding herself open for me, no moving at all, but turning herself and stretching back for the bottle of champagne, holding it out to me, "Want some more?" I reaching with my glass, she poured, my hand on her the whole time, stroking that 'line' between her legs.

God damn. I was hard.

She set the bottle back down, but then scootched herself up against the arm of the sofa, "Ahh...enough you! Your SO bad. We couldn't. We can't. I was joking...Your crazy."

I was following along as she was moving though, she squeezing her thighs right around my hand sort of holding me there. Not shooing me away, not yet, just acknowledging what I was doing. Lazing back into the sofa, opening her legs, her wedding dress fluffing all around us.

We were quiet awhile, and I let my hands wander back down to her calves, rubbing her knees, under her knees...I took another tack, "Remember our last night in Florida?"

She opened her eyes, little slits, all teeth, "Ha! You still the bird dog! Oh God, do I remember?" She was reaching her arms out, "Fuck I miss you, miss this! I feel so relaxed, first time in..." She lifted one of her legs up in the air and held her foot with one hand.

"I missed you too... But, that... back to that last night."

"Ha ha ha." She was laughing. "You are so fucking hilarious." She touched her foot to my nose. "Yes, silly I remember. Remember it every day of my fucking life. YOU want to talk about what we talked about, what I said. Hmm, I wonder why, ahh...hahaha"

She lifted her head, "Maybe...The Three Things..."

"That last morning before we went home."

"God. I still. Best day of my life. So bad. Oh my god! That night. All of it."

"And you told me The Three Things you wanted me to do to you some day."

She stretched herself out, letting her head fall back as she said, "Mmmmm, the first one, mmm, oh god! Letting you kidnap me."

She slid herself on the couch now, toward me *this was working* so she was just about sitting on my lap. I let my fingers wander back to her panties, stroking my fingers over her mound, touching her freely, cupping my whole hand over her, that small triangle of fabric, rubbing her bare tummy, could feel her getting warmer. The hairs of her puss puffing out the fabric, the soft cotton, and I just reached ever so lightly beneath the line of fabric, continuing to touch her pressing my hand into her tangle of hairs, feeling her legs opening, her lap so nearly sitting on me, my cock pressing into her thigh. I could feel her moving her hips ever so lightly now.

"I had that old mustang."

"You threw me in the trunk. Had a pillowcase over my head. I cut myself."

"God it was like midnight. It was dark, you had a paper to write. You were like no no no you can't!!"

"You tied me to a tree with duct tape. Left me for an hour." She sat up then and hit me with her open hand. Her knees spread akimbo as she did. Wild eyes.

"Ten minutes."

"Fucker. God...all I had on was a T shirt, and you threw that over my ass." She threw herself back on the couch and let her arms rest up over her head, "Fuck, That was good!"

I was pressing my finger into the line of her puss, opened her right up, feeling her cream over my fingers as I slid right into her. Her pussy opening, sliding, pressing my fingers lightly upon her clit. She jumped at my touch and I spread my hand out again and wrapping my whole hand right over her pressing the flat of my hand up between her legs. The tips of my fingers at the top of her mound, my palm pressed down between her legs, I could feel that hot wet line running right down my hand.

"Mmmmmm." She was really squirming on me now, we were simply moving upon one another for awhile.

Before I continued, "But that third thing...do you remember? Letting me fuck you...on your wedding day."

She opened her eyes, began to sit upright, gradually swung her legs around, pulling herself away leaving my hand on my lap; one leg then the other, sitting up. Sort of gathering herself. I hadn't expected her to move. She was looking down at herself, at her wedding dress, and at me.

I suddenly felt foolish. I wondered if I had pushed to far just then...

"Yeah, that was it. You remember that do you." She rose from the sofa. Fuck Fuck Fuck I remembered thinking. She was turning, looking in the mirror. Walked back and took her glass again, poured some more champagne and took a sip pacing back to the mirror.

"I let you do two of them you know."

I thought what the hell, "And..."

"No no no. Crazy Talk. Ha! Fuck, I let you fuck me in my room the night we got home. Remember that!! Right after saying that we couldn't. Mom and dad right next door, still unpacking, we could hear them."

I continued, "And the night after that."

"So much for the 400 mile rule."

We were staring at one another, eyes sparkling. Her cheeks were flushed, mottled, her hair a mess. We couldn't catch our breaths. Just how I remembered her.

"...Well, not really the second one, we chickened out. I didn't want to share myself with you and another guy. We had fun trying, searching. I just couldn't...couldn't share. Simple... Same problem now I think."

"You never were good at sharing."

"Something like that." She pressed her hand into her tummy and let it slide down between her hips. I could see the ache in her.

"We leave it at that, k? We can dream...fantasize...you and me. Our secrets...I have to be faithful to Mark. I can't share...not this time."

"I understand."

Fuck.

The room went suddenly still, the air went out. Something drained away in that moment. But her smell was in the air, she was so wet, pressing her hand to herself, looking in the mirror, catching her breath. And she let me. I was still wondering, not convinced. Her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed. What we did to each other, who could explain? I was hungry, aching. No words to describe.

And Her words. Words. Words. Just what they were, words. The problem. Words did nothing between us. They were not us, not our bodies, what we did to each other. We NEVER listened to them. I waited.

She was pacing again, standing between the bed and me, looking at me, down at me with that glass in her hand. A smile, this sudden shy smile. The silence in the room.

"Thanks for coming." She turned herself, "Unzip me."

"Excuse me?"

She looked back, reading my mind, "No! Not that!!" Her eyes wide, "I just want to get out of this thing. I'm hot."

I bit my tongue.

I got up and reached out, held the zipper with my fingers and slid it down her back, zzzzz, watching it open around her shoulders. The zipper slipping down to the center of her ass. I could see her bare back opening to me the whole way down, the top of her panties.

She leaned forward, letting the dress slide down her arms. I was trying to remain nonchalant, comfortable. She was basically ignoring me as she undressed. I watched her wiggle her hips as the dress slid down her legs and then she tossed it onto one of the two double beds. All she had on was a light green pair of panties, the ones I had been touching. Old, dull, under that wedding dress. Her perfect little breasts as she turned to the side, bending over the bed and then looking over to me. Her tight little nipples. Just as I remembered her."Nothing you haven't seen right."

"It's...alright." I adjusted myself, let her watch me.

She laughed at that. "You don't mind...I need to take a shower. We don't have a lot of time. Stay."

"WE?"

"You're here, Jason. You're going to be a part of this. Get ready. There's a practice tonight and a grooms dinner after, I want you to go. You get to meet Mark, my fiancé. You're my brother."

She was facing me as she said this, near naked, her narrow waist, the line of her hips above those impossibly small panties partly pulled down from sliding out of that dress, the little pouch of her tummy, her navel, her ribs, the swell of her tits and I was watching her intently as she turned from me. Oh god, the small of her back, those shoulders.

I sat back down on the sofa, "You love him... Mark, I mean..."

"God yeah!" She settled back down across from me, but sitting up. Topless, just panties, pale green, holding her legs lightly open. I could see her crotch perfectly. The thin fabric. She was enjoying this, torturing me this way. Her soft hair fell around her shoulders. Perfect cut, shiny down to her shoulder blades, a lions mane. Her soft eyes, lips shining. Sipping her champagne, sitting all casual, still.

She looked up, her white throat to me, "He's great we are just so right for each other. Smart...I realized something, guys are stupid."

I started laughing. And she opening her eyes wide, "Seriously!"

"Ha ha ha..." I reached my hand along the back of the couch toward her, "Sex... pretty good?"

She let her hand fall along the back of the couch as well and took my hand. She wanted to touch me, was reaching to me. I took her hand, squeezing, playing our fingers together, touching palms.

"Huh?" She said as our fingers wrapped together.

"Sex, he good in bed?"

She leaned back against her side, and spread her one foot out and touched my leg. "Ha. Yeah, great, really good! For a mortal."

"Mortal?"

"That's pretty much what I call men after you, US, you know." She began to stroke my leg with her foot, the longing in her voice, looking at me. Pressing her foot right at my hip, tipping her toes around the edge of my hip, to just about touching my cock.

Her small little body bare and tight, her little crotch all discolored, cum staining between her legs, wet, damp, hot, her pussy lips swollen, the soft hairs, how she let me just look at her. I squeezed her hand, played with her palm, while openly looking at her. She held her foot on my hip, her toes threatening to press into me. My cock, hard, pressing a line in my pants.

The tension between us was unbearable. My breath was catching in my throat.

She continued. "Its hard you know. I didn't want to, I had to."

And I lightly, simply let go her hand and moving toward her, lay my palm down on her abdomen, her leg pressing back into the sofa as I drew near; began to draw small soft circles on her skin, she was looking down watching my hand, holding to her glass.

"I didn't think you would move away."

I could feel her breathing as I touched her, deep, drawing in that deep breath of desire. I felt for her hip bone and traced its edge around her side and back again, just tracing the top edge of her panties, 'staying inside the lines.' The silence between us, nothing needing to be said. Then, she took my hand lifting it off - setting it at her knee.

When I glanced at her face, she was smiling, eyes little slits, she whispered, "You haven't been listening have you."

"Actually, I have." And I took her hand again and played with her fingers, rubbing our palms together and we simply let our hands tangle, she letting me do this. I let my fingers trace the center of her hand and then up her wrist. We were holding both hands together, leaning toward one another, she lifting herself upright. She let me stroke her hands, responding to my caresses, back into her fingers again. I whispered, "Have you? This is going to be hard."

I traced my hand along her arm, and caressing her shoulder, flicking the hair back off her shoulders. I kept on touching her, watched her lick her lips, her teeth smiling at me, holding her mouth open as I traced my fingers up her arms, holding her elbows and pulling them to her side exposing her, she letting me now. Looking into me, deep into my eyes.

"You have to be good," she mewed.

I continued to simply look at her, up and down the front of her, her small breasts and below her breasts, between her legs. What was it about us? Like I was looking for 'it.' What do I feel? What is that Wanting - the wanting. No thoughts. I caressed her shoulders again, held her throat, feeling her utterly yield, and then letting my hand wander down her front and pressing my fingers into the swell of her chest, wrapping my palms around her sweet soft breasts. I could just feel her nipples stiffening to my touch. Hear her breath catch in her throat.

"This is pretty good."

She not moving, holding her breath, closing her eyes, "I have to take a shower. It's getting late." For the littlest while longer, she did not move away from me, her little voice mewing, "Jason. Jason...please."

I just mouthed back, "It feels so nice. I want you, you know."

And

"Mmmm, my little girl."

"Hmmm, I know." That growl in her throat, the one I loved so much.

"Stop." she whispered without moving.

I let go.

I moved back to my side of the sofa, adjusting myself pulling at my cock, its tip just poking out the top of my jeans, I let its tip show. She eyeing my cock just then. The head of my cock. Both of us, both of us recovering, breathing, mottled, not understanding, or knowing why.

She leaned back again, lay her head on the top of the sofa - spent - tilting her head to me letting me look at her some more, loving my eyes on her; holding her legs open, her panties were soaked through now. Her hands at her tummy, touching her skin, caressing her body, letting me watch her brush the light hairs below her navel.

"Like that?"

She opened her eyes when she heard me, "Hmmmmm. So bad. So you come to watch me get married or...just to get some of this?" as she lay her hand over her puss between her open legs and gave a nice squeeze, tight before rubbing down between her legs and back up again, making a 'clck clck' sound.

"No."

I sat forward, "I don't know. I... Honest. I... thought it was a chance to see you, thought maybe. I didn't even think, got in the plane. I just miss you."

"Well honey, honest...I got no time now - at all. I have a wedding practice. We GOT to get ready. You're coming right?" She rose from the sofa.

"Of course yeah"

"You got a car?"

"Yeah."

"I'll ride with you...Now I REALLY need to take a shower, God! I'm all sticky. You ok?" She touched my arm, lay her hand over the top of my hand. I probably looked sad just then.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

"I mean you look a little uncomfortable, Ha!"

The brat, the way she said that. Fuck. I wanted to say 'let me fuck you right now.' And I guess I sort of said that, I said, "You want to fix it??"

She was looking at my lap now, I honestly believe there was a moment. I was truly in agony, god what she did to me. God how I wanted to fuck her. Meeting her eyes, "Suck me," holding my hand over my crotch and pushing.

She just smiled, hooked her fingers into her panties right at her hip and tugged them down her thighs. I could see the crotch of her panties rise, sticking to her before peeling right off her soaking wet cunt. The hairs all matted between her legs, shiny wet. I just about died.

She looks at me with a wicked grin, "Oh! See what you did to ME." She tossed them at my feet and walked into the bathroom.

"Sweetie we just don't have time! Wait for me."

I reached out and took her panties in my hand, touching the crotch. They were soaked, I pressed her to my nose and breathed in.

So delicious.

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Let me say this, the whole god-damned thing was surreal. All of it. I'm not one to even go to weddings much watch one being practiced. So bear with me dear reader, it was all too amazing not to spend a little time on, and underlying it all was this spectacular tension between Sara and myself.

The ride in the elevator, her leaning against me, my hand held over her tummy, dipping my fingers down between her hips, her warm breath at my ear giggling; her thin red dress waving around her thighs. We were hot, we were on fire; she sitting in the car on the way over with the crotch of her red panties teasing in and out of view, flicking her hair out of her eyes, my fingers teasing up her thigh as we drove. Before...

Parking in front of St. James Church of Saints and running up the long concrete steps, swinging the large oak doors open and descending into a group of twenty or thirty near strangers.

A maelstrom.

Was this the girl I knew? She had a wedding planner for Chris'sakes!! Sporting a clipboard with color-coded instructions - Sara's were pink. She had FIVE bridesmaids. Fuck, where was I?

She had me by the arm tugging me animatedly along, "Jason! Jason, this is Mark! Mark this is my brother, Jason."

All smiles, everyone watching us. People, bodies everywhere. I am not a people person, I gave my best fake smile...

And this big guy, friendly, great eyes looking down at me, deep booming voice, "Hey bro!" Hand extended letting me participate in a bone-crushing handshake.

Actually it started off poorly well before this moment...

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I watched her disappear into the bathroom, watched the door close behind her. The sound of a hotel door closing. Heavy, the whoosh of air, and at that moment realizing here we are again - in a hotel room, together. Sara without her clothes, all her animation and energy, it all came back. We were transported. Here it was.

The room was silent, I looked around. It could have been a desert island, one with a really nice hotel. I thought I could walk over, look out the window and see sand. Except for the big explosion of white laying on the bed.

Temptation...I could smell her on my hands, holding those little cotton panties pressing her damp crotch to my nose. I could smell her hair from where she leaned against my shoulder, still feel the weight of her legs on my lap. Could feel my cock straining in my pants. Hunger...pure hunger.

For a fleeting moment was going to strip down and jump into that shower with her, I knew she would let me, when...

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Someone started pounding on the door. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I felt like whoever it was could see into my thoughts, and Sara's dress thrown out on the bed. Her clothes everywhere. Her green panties bunched up in my hand, Sara in the bathroom. Champagne. It could be her fiancé.

I was startled and immediately shoved the little tangle of panties in my pocket, checking to make sure they were not visible. This fabric bulge. I can hear from the bathroom, "...Answer the door!" The shower starting. So...

Utter confusion on the face of Laney (pronounced Lane-E) as she called out, "Jason!!"

Someone I recognized. Utter relief. One of Sara's oldest friends. This short little, well put together woman wearing dark glasses, auburn hair pulled back. She looking in the doorway, "Where's...what are YOU doing here??"

'Fuck You' I thought. She was in on this too.

"Sara's, uh, in the shower."

There's a beat, and I am acting like everything is totally normal. Like I should be here while my sister is in the shower. "Well. Tell her She's late," she was still eyeing me.

"I'll get her to hurry..." I felt the need for some explanation. I continued, " I, uh, showed up just as she was getting ready. She wasn't expecting me...We'll be right down."

"Ok." And the door closes

Little did I know that when Sara leaves the bathroom...-

*in that red dress that is my favorite by the way, no more than three inches below her crotch, low in the back simply delicious*

... she lights into me, "I told you NOT to answer the door." She is looking around, for - panties.

I notice her looking under the end of the sofa, and laughing pat my pocket, "Safe. Uh, in my pocket. I thought you told me to ANSWER the door."

She started to laugh, down on her knees now, touching her head to the floor in that impossibly short dress. So sexy. "We seem to find ourselves in this position when we're together." Looking up at me, her ass in the air, "Laney right?"

"Uh, huh."

"Remember her?"

"Oh yeah! She your little Nazi for this thing?"

"Not that bad." She swats me, "Come on. We got to go. Oh and..." She turns her back to me as we are leaving, "I put these on just for you." She threw her hair back, inviting me to look at her, that little sing-song voice, batting her eyes, and when she had my attention flipped the back of her dress right up, all the way to her waist, exposing the tiniest little thong panties, a red line going down her backside, just strings around her waist.

"God damn you, quit it... If I can't be bad YOU can't be."

"Like it...Remember this dress?" Tugging the skirt at her hips, adjusting herself. We wore it out to the bar that night. "I planned on wearing it anyways...well not the panties THOSE are just for you sweetie...Besides, well, we can be a LITTLE bad."

"Fuck, I'm hard again."

"Shhhh." Eyes wide as we are padding down the hall, my heart patting away. Did I hear that right? I reach my hand just under her dress and pat her bare little ass as she is walking, she looks back at me, smiles.

A little bad.

The two of us, this pair of stupid teenagers, white teeth, sparkling eyes, red cheeks; pure unadulterated lust.

And we are off - into the real world.

************

He was a nice guy, and that sort of pissed me off, though nothing what I would expect. Gregarious, such a grin. Like a big teddy bear. I found out he was in advertising, it was impossible for him to explain what he did though.

The 'wedding planner,' a very proper little woman, starts right in telling us what we must do, where to go. Herding us into the Sanctuary like a border collie. She eyes me like I am NOT supposed to be here asks, "Who's this?"

"My brother, I want him to do something in the wedding."

I am like no no no.

I am looking at her and her look mirrors mine, like she is agreeing, reading my thoughts.

At the same time I am watching Mark with his minions (what I proceeded to call them), five strapping men - HIS best men. Sara drops a fancy little digital camera in my hand, "I want you to snap candids of ME, us, k??"

So that's settled. The planner lady turns and everyone in.

The best man is told that his job is to keep Mark happy (and I already can't picture my Sara with him - it is the first stirring of jealousy which waves over me).

The best man pipes up, "That will involve killing off the ex-boyfriends of the bride should they appear."

Somehow that makes me nervous, I look around. Sara catches my eye and smiles.

The ushers are first. This coordinator lady starts right in, "Not only do you seat people. You are also the representatives of the church."

I roll my eyes and start to wonder back a bit, the little lady notices so I tip out the screen viewer on the camera, turn it so I can see and snap a candid. Just doing my job, back up further.

Fuck.

I want out of here. All I want to do is run my hands over Sara in her little red dress, go back to the room. I want to touch those panties. I look at her and can so totally see her body, can so perfectly see the way those panties hug into her hips. It's the only two things she's wearing.

I sit down and aim the camera at her, zoom in and snap just her middle - thighs to waist, focus on that line above the hem of her dress.

Pussy.

Her breasts are perfect, the little dress held up by straps, the fabric curving around her breasts and slanting into the straps. Her bare breasts, holding their perfect shape. Tight little nipples. I can so totally picture her without the dress. Delicious. Her delicate shoulders, white throat. Her smile, red shining lips. Dark eyes. The way she is moving her hair out of her eyes, leaning against Mark. Curving her body to him. She is so aroused right now - something I know well. I can see it! But fuck it, Mark gets all the benefit.

All the time of four years ago comes flooding back to me, all my jealousies, the pain in my gut, how mad I would get whenever she went out with a guy. Unable to sleep. I would call and call and call. How frustrated she was with me. But it was a two way street - she didn't like it either.

I was thinking though, 'Fuck, this time she is going to marry him.' I thought of what we had just been doing, how she said we can be a 'little bad,' how the 'The Third Thing' was not going to happen, our secret fantasy. How her two statements were opposite in meaning. I was confused, felt left out, distant, could feel my jealousy and anger. Let it go. Let it go. It was why I moved away.

It all was coming back, not one thing had changed, and I start when a voice boomed behind me, "Hey bro."

It's Mark, I manage a, "Hi."

He sits down next to me, "Know many of the people here?"

"Not really, it was a spur of the moment thing. Haven't been here in four years." Why was I telling him? Being truthful. I still felt like my mind could be read. I was trying to clear my thoughts. Gripping the camera.

Mark leans in whispering, "My buddies and I want to get out later tonight. After everything. Dinner...everything." He looks around and leans in conspiratorially, nudges me. "Sort of celebrate my last night of freedom, if you catch my meaning? Hey, you want to come?" He hits my shoulder.

A nice gesture, really. A very conflicted one, basically telling me that on the night before the wedding he wants to get out and go after some pussy. My mind blanked, I don't know how to describe my thoughts on a whole host of levels. But...one of them was definitely the addled sexually aroused, frustrated state of my brain. Going out and getting some, well it may be just the thing...calm me. I look up at Mark and just say, "Thanks." Smile, "I'll think about it...I think I will."

Take my mind of things. He hits me again, "Better get back." And he slips away. I took another picture, and Sara looked toward the flash just as Mark swats her ass. She leans against him, keeping her eyes on me, smiling my direction. I melt.

We could be married and living in Thailand right now. What kind of idiot am I?

My folks are there too, and they wander up to me, say, "Hi. What a surprise?" Again I want to say 'Fuck You, you were in on this.' But I was nice, it was the practice. 'I found out and had to be here.' 'Glad you could make it for Sara's big day.' Saying platitudes of nothing.

The little ring bearer and flower girl are there and the wedding coordinator begins talking to them in this little sing-song voice, down on her knees, Clipboard pressed to her chest, "And you two!! Are the soul of this ceremony."

Fuck! This was going to take fucking forever.

Mark is all over Sara now, I watched them kiss, watched her bend her body to him as he wraps his arms around her waist. The way their mouths pressed together. I snap the viewer closed onto the camera, and set it in my lap. Who cares. What am I thinking? I am her brother, be proud. Be a man. Happiest day of her life. The big day! Seems like a nice guy even though he wants to fool around with my sister on the Night-Before-the-Wedding. Fucker. Who am I kidding? I want to fool around WITH my sister the night before her wedding.

I am suddenly tired. Confused.

I hear Laney say that everyone has to make sure not to lock their knees while up at the altar or they may pass out. The wedding planner nods her agreement.

I just get up and walk out of the Sanctuary. No one notices me. I'm not going to do this. I think for a moment about simply leaving, but then feel guilty. Instead I walk out into the Nave and then up the stairs to the choir loft, a balcony of about 15 wooden pews, look down at the expansive space before me, and walk silently to the bottom of the balcony which overlooks the altar. I sit at the bottom pew in front of a decorative wood railing that rings the choir loft, next to this enormous organ that looks like something out of Bride of Frankenstein, and gaze down and watch this collection of about twenty all standing in a semi-circle nodding their heads at Ubber Planner.I lean back and stretch my legs out to the wood banister, lay my head to the side onto the pew and notice how intently Sara is looking around now. She is looking for me! I feel good about that, suddenly buoyed, and I pick my head up, wave. Her eyes trace up to me, the sudden movement. I stand awkwardly, briefly, and snap another photo, make it like this was part of my plan - like I am really into this. I can still hear everyone, a sort of muffled whisper, echoing around the church. I am a part and alone at the same time. Perfect.

Then, Mark hands his best man the wedding rings, and that makes it all pretty real. I am losing her, and it makes me horribly sad. I keep watching intently, like I am not there. A pair of eyes. My emotions are just muddled and confused.

I hear the little bitch lady say that the church has booked a noon funeral before the three o'clock wedding. Now that makes me laugh. I put my head down, lay my cheek on the wood. Changing from a funeral to a wedding. Someone says, "I hope they get rid of the body before people start arriving." I laugh, wondering if that was meant as a joke or if they are being serious. Who knows? That is the kind of people these folks are.

The wedding lady now has all the groomsmen together, she is talking away and I notice Sara is gone. When at that very moment, she is just behind me, her soft voice, "Hey." I look back, she continues, "How come your up here?"

I loft the camera, "Good shots from up here." She wanders down and stands at the bottom, sidesteps in front of me a little, and lays her hands on the railing, looks over the edge, down at the group.

I am looking at her now, from behind, the light fabric of her dress lifting a little at the back as she leans on the railing. In that moment she is the only thing that exists, everything else vanished from my sight, from my mind, from my senses. I am stupidly holding the camera under her dress and positioning it so I can see her panties in the view finder, the fabric is wrapped around her cunt so tight and perfect. She's totally noticing but letting me.

"I'm really doing it," she says.

"Looks like..." I set the camera down, sit upright, leaning forward a little and reach my hand out and simply stroke the back of her knees as I say, "Don't lock those knees."

She looks back at me and smiles, "I might pass out." But then looking at my hand reaching out to her, "You know me, what I like, the small of my back and the back of my knees..." Sighs, "Mmmmm, all my weaknesses."

She's looking at everyone again, and I continue to caress her there, softly just how I know she likes to be touched. My heart pounding, pounding into my throat. What do I want? Why am I here? I simply had to, god damn it. She came here for me. She left them for me...

I begin to stroke up her thighs with my right hand, no one could see, just soft long strokes up her legs letting my fingers caress her up the inside of her thighs with the front of my hand and the back of my hand. She stepping back a little. One leg then the other, higher and higher, reaching up under her dress, feeling the fabric of her dress rise slowly. I lay my hand on her bare ass, feeling the curves of her body. She had shown me her ass, said these panties were just for me. Just for me! Not Mark. It was us then, everything else dropping away. Melting.

She dropped her head slightly to the side, looking back at me again. I didn't look at her, didn't want that warning look in her eyes. I was expecting a 'no' a 'behave' a 'stop.' I was ready with the quips...to buy me some time. An extra five seconds! I was going to say, 'we can be a little bad, you said so yourself' or...who knows, but I was ready.

But Silence. Nothing.

She simply backed a little more from that railing, so that she was directly in front of me, only these little moans escaping her lips, and soft sighs.

I reached up under her dress, lay my hand at the small of her back and drew a line down the fabric of the thong from her waist, touching her ass cheeks right where they curved into her thigh, to that little space between her legs opening right to her vagina, her pussy, her mound, and her clit, her hairy little cunt. Unshaved. I tipped my palm up and slipped three fingers right into that opening between her legs, felt her immediately slide one leg out, repositioning herself - for me. The curve of her pussy immediately available for the flat of my hand. Her dress lifted up over my wrist so that I could see the little silk pair of panties covering her pussy. Bare flesh digging into the fabric.

Another moan.

I curled my fingers and lightly scratch my nails along the fabric of those soft silk panties. This is what she had come up here for. I was petting her front to back, reaching and curling my fingers over the mound of her cunt and drawing my nails back along the fabric, itching her. Slowly, nice long strokes, over and over.

"Mmmm,Nice...feels...nice" she cooed.

"A little bad," was all I said, as I continued to 'scratch' her, changing nothing. Not the pace, the pressure, the touch. She kept looking out at the group standing below.

She mewed out, "You make me want to be very bad."

And I said what was on my mind all along, "You so make me want to... fuck you." I loved the sound of that word on my lips. Loved that she heard me.

She looked back at me, met my eyes. This time I met hers. They glowed, looked wet. We said nothing, she looked back again.

It's what we did. I caressing her, scrapping my fingers front to back, front to back, lightly over the fabric. Touching her beneath that little dress. She standing before me, legs apart tipping her hips to me. Feeling me drawing my fingers across the fabric, pressing into her labia, feeling the hairs moving beneath my touch, feeling her body respond, her pussy lips swell. Feeling her get warm, hot, feeling her dampen the fabric until this circle of cum was forming directly beneath her vagina. My finger slipping when it touched that spot, feeling her wetness spread.

On one pass I continued right up her backside, lazily following the fabric to the string that hugged into her ass, and pressing it right over her anus - nice little moan - and higher grasped the string of her panties wrapping around her hips at the small of her back and began pulling them lower, removing those panties she had worn just for me. Again, fully expecting to be stopped, a hand, anything. But again, no response, she simply letting me as I was tugging tugging them lower, sliding the string off one hip then the other, down to her thighs. I could feel her body relax...standing there. It was as if her whole body was melting, relaxing, falling. Becoming who I knew.

She was not moving away, not trying to shake me off. She may as well have said, 'here take them.' And I did. I slid them down her legs, behind the wood railing up on this balcony. If someone had been looking they could have seen the red fabric slide down her legs between the little slats. Wedding planner lady was talking to the women now, pairing them with the groomsmen. Comparing heights.

Her panties were at her ankles. I said nothing, she stepped right out of them, moving her little black shoes through each opening as I brought my hand back up and lay it on her bare pussy, rubbing up between her legs.

She was soaking sopping wet, covering my hand perfectly, hanging down between her legs like a little peach, as I pressed my fingers along her wet ridge, feeling her open right up, pressing in finding her clit. I heard her gasp just a little at the touch, felt her involuntarily tense her body, arch her back to me, lifting the back of her dress. I was looking right at her pink little cunt, that cute little pout of her ass hole. My middle finger was reaching, set right over her clit, hearing her breath catch in her throat.

nd I held my hand right there for her, felt her moving, the slightest undulation on my hand, the tiniest circle being drawn over my finger. Her hips moving lightly, grinding right into my hand, guiding my finger right around the rim of her clit and pushing down so that its little hood would press back, letting me dig into her. All slippery and hard, it felt like a white pearl playing around my finger; and then sliding my hand back, her inner lips hanging loose, swoolen, feeling for that space inside her. I was watching my fingers move on her pushing my fingers deep up into her. And watching her as I did, for some sign, something that told me what she felt. A trembling in her legs was all I felt, a shaking of her puss in my hand, and this arch of her back. But unmoving, still, just her breathing and her watching out, she was barely moving as she watched over the rail. I rubbed the rough flesh in her vagina, finger fucked her.

As I did, the smell of her wonderful juices filling the air, lubricating my hand. It hadn't been very long at all, no more than a few minutes, but it felt like forever. She was not looking at me, she was watching everything, everything else. The world out there *with me* but watching intently the proceedings. In fact I was vanished, it was only her up here now, standing from down below.

"Your so wet."

"Hmmmmm. Been that way since..." she heard my zipper sliding down, not looking, continued.. "Jason, I have to get back down there."

With my other hand I had opened my pants. In a moment I had pulled my boxers down around my cock. She was peeking back, her sideways glance, and her breath drawn deep, her legs trembling now with my fingers up inside her..."Sara?"

"Sara, Sit down... Just for a sec. One second...one. Let me feel you."

"Oh Jason, hon, honey...I can't. I just..." she looked back, desperate, concern in her eyes, and could see my cock, "Someone might come up here."

I was resigned, I had to try. I knew that was what she would say. I ached. God I ached. My cockhead was literally blue, straining, so hungry. I have never been so hard, so desperate for her. She could see it in my eyes. I still had my finger in her, still moving upon her and then I let go. Resignation, sadness in me. I had been inside her so many times... These words melting around us...

I continued, "We can see everyone. She's still...talking. There's time...this time."

I heard a small little, "God...oh, god," a whimper, her breathing quickening now.

Looking back, eyes wide. She was thinking, and then says, "But you can't move! Not even a little." She was looking down at my cock and out at the group down below. I could see she was checking angles. No one even looking up here. "You can't move! Here..." She was moving toward me, "And you can't cum. Oh...god..." The hunger in us.

"I won't," I said holding my cock in my hand, spreading the pre-cum out over my cock head. Even though I had no idea, having lost all control. A touch could have sent me over the edge.

"Promise."

She moved toward me, I could see the edge of her dress wave around my lap, and as I held my cock, positioning myself, felt her settling right down on me - God oh God - my cock touching her flesh, the soft hairs.

I could feel the tip of my cock touching her and immediately sink in, the weight of her body continuing, lowering down onto me...and Ahhh, God oh God! Her heat on me. I could feel the end of my cock touch her wet cunt, that exquisite pressure of her pussy lips opening around me, all sides. Her vagina, so tight pressing in. Like hot glass. This mouth tight on all sides, my cock sinking right up into her, the feel as my cockhead just pops inside, all slippery down her cherry throat. I could literally hear our juices as I was squeezing in.

That divine pressure down on the head of my cock, her thighs setting on my legs, settling her weight, and then just sitting there. Innocent.

Fucking.

My cock felt as if it were glowing along its whole length, the head of my cock deep inside felt like it was touching her belly. She sitting on me, leaning forward a little and tipping her hips forward and back, allowing me to feel my cock moving just this little inch up inside and back again. We simply looked like she was sitting on my lap. In fact, from the main floor I was not visible at all, not at all. Her bare ass, spooning against me, I reached my hands up under the edge of her dress to caress her bare hips, nothing on underneath, nothing at all beneath this dress, her nakedness against me, and pulled her tight to me. And reaching around, wrapping my hands over her tummy. Touching her pussy hairs, the head of my cock right there, right inside.

"Ah...oh god..." she managed to moan out, "Don't...Move. Oh god. God...I can't believe...so good." I pressed my hips up a little, matching her movement, unable to control myself, driving into her a little deeper, that exquisite pressure against her.

She jumping as I pressed her up, "Don't...ahhh, No. I..."

But nothing mattered. We so easily could have been caught just then. She was madly watching, looking out. But if someone were to appear, someone missed, what would we do? What were we thinking? I couldn't see anything at all. I just lay my head between her shoulder blades, felt her warm hair against my cheek, her breathing. God oh God, it felt so good.

I whispered into her hair which was fallen down her back, "Hi...little girl. It's been so long." I tipped my hip just the littlest bit again, which ever so slightly drove me deeper, lifting her this little bit in the air. I could feel her body stiffen, but this time she let me do it, just this little bit. I was utterly filling her, touching up into her, her full weight pressed down on me.

The voices echoing around the enormous church from down below. Watching, watching intently, looking for anyone moving out of sight. I could hear her say, "I... have to... go." I simply let my hands lay on her, she could get up any time. Any moment. I would not have stopped her.

But we didn't want to part, we were simply quivering together. Trying to move ourselves against each other. Wanting more.

I put my mouth at her ear and whispered, "Lean forward, hold onto the railing there." She moved herself forward. It was perfect. "Yeah, like that." She was bending forward, lifting her ass. I was sliding down a little in the pew, keeping my cock pressed inside her. She was lifting her ass up and holding to the rail, setting her head on her arms. I could slide my whole length, lifting and lowering my hips. Her pussy was soaked, so open, I lifted her dress and little so I could watch. She was completely yielding.

Her whole body was trembling, holding to that railing like she was leaning on it, setting her chin in her hands, lifting her ass to me; bending, rotating her hips and arching her back and playing her cunt against me. Moving so I could enter her from different angles. She could lift her ass and bring in down without any appearance of moving, no bobbing of her head in the least. She reached one hand down between her legs and I could feel her nails running along the length of my cock as I fucked into her. Oh God! I thought I was going to cum right there. Of her just touching herself where we met, sliding wet together.

I held myself deep inside, held myself to her, letting the feeling of being inside her flood my senses. I could feel her wetness on my balls her little fingers playing with me, and fingering her clit as we fucked. The movement of her body, the quivering of her vagina, she was squeezing me. That feeling of her sucking me in as I pulled out of her, its soft heat. The tip of my cock right at her opening and then plunging back in, my whole length.

As we were getting more aroused, wilder, she was moving on me, meeting my strokes. I could see my cock slide right inside, it was so fucking hot. I said, "I can see myself slide into you." Holding her dress up over her hips. She moaning and whimpering. I could not even hear everything, she was not looking back.

I heard her again, "Oh...You can't come in me...no protection." Twisting her hips grinding herself down on me, god I loved the way she moved. We were moving faster, fucking harder, entering her over and over. But careful, only the slightest little bob of the head as I bumped into her all the way in. She drew her nail along my cock just then and - Fuck! - could feel it. Feel myself cumming. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I froze. It was so sudden. Nothing I did. I had to pull out, but she began sliding herself on me. I began to back away but reaching with her cunt, keeping me there moving on me. Fuck! I had to pull out. I had to move away, but then. Fuck. It was too late. I closed my eyes and pulling her to myself, began shaking and bucking up into her. Her cunt was clutching me, spasming against me.

She could feel me, she was pressing against the rail, holding herself there. I could feel myself exploding right inside her, and a wave of confusion. I promised. I didn't care. She could have pulled away but pressed back even harder. Cum rising from deep inside. I came so quickly, ribbons of cum spraying into her, holding her to me. She was not pulling away, but grinding back against me, as I pulsed into her. I was holding my mouth closed, wanting to call out. Wanting to cry what a fantastic cunt, bitch fuck she was. Call her my little girl. When her body began to quiver, her thighs and cunny shaking over my cock and I could feel her cunt squeezing around me, see her gripping the rail. I could feel her cumming with me just then, hear her whimpering. She held her mouth over her arm. I reached out and held my hand to her hips, scratched down her thighs. Her body drawing away, still cumming. Too sensitive. I was still hard and drove my cock deep into her. Fuck I wanted her.

When, this voice, "Sara! Sara."

I was out of view but Sara, her body in mid-orgasm, was looking around, moving back into the pew, sitting on me. She was pulling her hair back and setting back into my lap again, fuck I was still inside her. I was out of view, hiding behind her, together we were being pulled back into the world again.

That lady again, "We are ready for you now."

Sara squirming on me, her body relaxing, but we were squishing together. I could feel her leaking onto my pants, while from the depths of her throat, "Alright."

She looking back at me, desperate now but no anger in her eyes. "You came in me didn't you?" She knew, "Fuck!" She slid forward staying in front of me, "Get down." And I lay out supine on the pew, my shiny cock lay back against my stomach, pants down midthigh.

She lifted herself up on unsteady legs, was standing cum running down her leg. Her dress waving down around her thighs again. Looking around, "What am I going to do?"

I lay along the pew and simply said, "Here, come here!"

"What?"

"Just DO what I say," and reaching up I grasped her hips, began pulling her down to me, she followed my direction. I had never been in view now the whole time. To them Sara was alone, I wasn't here at all. And I lay back and pulled her ass right onto my face, her dress fell right around me. Everything tinged red. She was sitting her cunt down right over my mouth and I began to eat her puss, sucking on her drink my cum out, could feel it draining in my mouth. Oh my God!

That fucking lady again, "Sara? What do you think." All the couples standing together.

"It looks fine." Squirming over my mouth.

"Were you doing the traditional vows or did you write your own," calling up to us.

"Um, just a sec..." sighs from her throat, this little growl only I could hear.

"Hurry," to me and "Tonight we...can...use...the traditional vows."

Mark now, "Hon, I have them."

She had to sit there still, perfectly still. All eyes looking up now. It was quick, very quick as I sucked on her there, sucked my cum right out of her. Never ever had I tasted my own cum. It was hot, salty and thick, coming out in a stream. So much cum in her. I could feel her squirming on me as I licked and chewed and sucked.She was in the throes of cumming again. I could feel it. Her puss was quivering, pulsing on me, "Uh, ok then...Fine... Whatever...uh, Just a second...almost ready."

I could feel her falling into another light orgasm, shaking her pussy over my mouth. I just kept sucking and sucking, shoving my tongue up inside her, licking her thighs and cunny lips. I could barely breath, her cunt felt utterly ravaged, her pussy hairs soaking wet with her juices, my cum and saliva. She leaning back and holding herself as still as she could, stiffening, squeezing her legs over my face. Agony, this orgasm washing over her. Silence, then release, letting out a deep breath, little whimpering cries.

Then standing, lifting up from my face. I stayed where I was, my face shiny with cum. My chin soaking wet. I was looking up at her and to all the world in that moment, we had to have looked like two people who had fucked wantonly for hours. We should be naked now and curling around each other in an empty room, self satisfied and happy.

But the world was closing around us...words from down below, the activities of the day. It was as if everything in view suddenly appeared. Like we had for that moment been noplace.

A voice calling up again, with more urgency, "Sara!"

"Sorry, I spilled my purse."

I laughed, "I'll say you did." She hit me.

"I'm gathering my stuff. I... And...I have to use the rest room...Give me a minute! So Sorry."

She was all motion, her dress waving, nakedness. She stood so I could look right up her dress just then. She laughed as I was tugging my pants up, zipping myself. We were utter glowing happiness.

"Proud of yourself, get what you want??"

I stayed low then, out of sight and she did not wait for a response. Leaning down she took the red panties in her hand and threw them in my lap, "Another pair for your collection then. Fuck. I can't believe we did that!"

Then, soundlessly running up the steps.

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Sara repeated her vows flawlessly.

Laney looked like she was going to cry, for the practice!! And in a moment they were declared 'for the practice' man and wife - the priest declaring them man and wife and turning them to the audience for all to see. Applause. I was making my peace. It was good to see this in advance, they weren't married yet. Had I come tomorrow and seen it - for real. That would have been it. I don't know what I thought.

They kissed.

After the kiss, they kissed again and Sara held Mark to her so closely, they held their kiss and everyone applauding, again. Only I knew what that kiss was for.

Good job... whoever you are. I thought, I didn't recognize her in the world of words, the world of people.

I made my peace.

We existed outside it.

It was something else.

I could still feel her body pulsing against my cock, cumming in her. I was still sticky from her juices, she was all over me. I had taken a few programs laying on the seats and wiped myself off. Her scent, her warmth. I held my fingers to my nose and inhaled.

Everyone gathered casually. My cock was still hard and I untucked my shirt to hide myself, headed for the nave. Cleaned myself up in the mens room. I almost couldn't walk upright. I felt like I still needed to jack off, and thought about going back into the bathroom and jacking off on the toilet, but there was Sara right at my side.

Looking in my eyes, like 'you ok?'

Mark was saying, "You can ride with me," following her.

Sara saying, "It's bad luck. I'm riding with Jason. He doesn't know where to go, I can show him."

She took my hand, all innocence. It felt utterly wicked, her finger sliding in my palm.

Later I leaned in and whispered, "Third Thing."

She leaning back against me, placing her mouth at my ear, "Uh Uh! Today is not my wedding day, is it?"

Wicked grin.