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verylovingfamily:

“Just remember to pull out, we don’t want any scares like last time.” I said as I lowered my self onto my brother’s cock. 

verylovingfamily:

“Just remember to pull out, we don’t want any scares like last time.” I said as I lowered my self onto my brother’s cock. 

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littlebrother1012:

It was tradition. A groom cannot see his bride on the day of their wedding until she walks down the aisle. As the best man, he asked me to make sure she had absolutely everything she needed. I was happy to help out. Not just because she’s the future wife of my best friend, but she’s also my sister.
And my sister and I have been fucking since we were teenagers.
As we grew up, her boyfriends would come and go. Some serious, some not so much, but she never let any them get in the way of what we had. It was deeper than sex. The connection we had transcended any relationship she had, or any relationship I had.
She walked down the stairs of the home we both grew up in. Our parents and I were sitting, dad and I in our suits and mom in her dress, watching as she came down. “How do I look?” She questioned, nervously.
Dad spoke up first. “You look beautiful, honey,”
She smiled, then looked at me. “Well?” Her voice trembled, “Do you think I look beautiful?”
I said nothing. I walked over to her until I stood directly in front of her. I held her face in my hands and leaned in, kissing her deeply. She responded, kissing me back and hugging her arms loosely around my waist.
"They’re at it again." My mom said, elbowing my dad in the side. They chuckled as they watched us until dad interrupted us, saying that we were going to be late if we didn’t stop.
A few minutes later we were in the car, heading for the church. I sat in the back with my sister, her head resting on my shoulder. “Nervous?” I asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes." she said plainly. "But I love him. And I know I want this."
I smiled. “Good. He’s a great guy and he’s going to be a good husband to you. Otherwise I’ll break his legs.” She giggled and slapped my chest.
"He’s not half the lover you are though. He’s great, but I’m never going to give this up." Her hand grabbed at my crotch, holding my quickly hardening cock.
"And I’m not giving these up." I pushed the top of her wedding dress down, exposing her perfect breasts. I cupped them in my hands, playing with her nipples, making her moan while her hand slid up and down my shaft over my pants.
"We only have about 10 minutes till the church…" my dad said from the driver seat, looking back at us in the mirror. "So if you two are going to do anything you best do it now." I smiled at my sister aand gave her a wink. She smiled back, then quickly unzipped me and pulled out my throbbing cock.
I moved her veil out of the way as her head sank down into my lap. I felt her lips on the head on my cock, then slowly open, taking me into her mouth. Her fingers curled around the base of my shaft, stroking up and down as her head began to bob. “That feels so fucking good.” I moaned. She moaned back, twirling her tongue around my head.
I looked up at the front seat. Dad was still driving, glancing back at us in the mirror. Mom had turned around in her seat and was openly watching us. A smile on her face as she watched her daughter blowing her son. A weird look of happiness and pride. Mom was always in support of my sister and I. She really loved to watch, too. Mom had hiked up her dress and was fingering herself while she stared at us.
I kept my hand on my sisters back as she sucked my cock. Her drool ran down my shaft and her hands stroked me while she sucked hard on the head. No one sucked my cock better than my sister. Probably because I taught her how to do it.
It only seemed like a moment had passed before dad spoke up again. “Only another mile to the church. Wrap it up, kids.”
"Fuck. I’m going to cum." I tried to lift my sister off me so I wouldn’t make a mess on her dress, but she stopped me.
She took my cock out of her mouth, looked at me and said “In my mouth. I want every drop.”
"Sis…" I said, almost trying to convince her otherwise, even though I loved the idea.
"I want my first kiss as a married woman to be with the taste of my brother’s cum still in my mouth." She wrapped her lips back around me.
"Oh fuck…" I groaned as my cock pumped my hot load into her mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around the head while one hand stroked up and down my shaft, and her other hand cupping and massaging my balls. She coaxed out more cum than I ever though I had, but she didn’t spill a drop. Gulping down every burst that flooded her mouth, I finally stopped spurting about a block away from the church.
We quickly put ourselves back together, making ourselves look presentable. My cock was slow to soften, but I made do as I shoved it back into my pants. Mom, who’d made herself cum while watching us, was adjusting her dress and making sure her makeup was still ok. I helped my sister get her tits back into her dress just as we pulled up in front of the church.
My sister looked at me. “Thank you.” She blushed a little, then said “I love you.”
I hugged her, and whispered in her ear. “I love you too, sis.” After a moment, I pulled back from the hug and smiled at her. “Let’s go get you married.”

littlebrother1012:

It was tradition. A groom cannot see his bride on the day of their wedding until she walks down the aisle. As the best man, he asked me to make sure she had absolutely everything she needed. I was happy to help out. Not just because she’s the future wife of my best friend, but she’s also my sister.

And my sister and I have been fucking since we were teenagers.

As we grew up, her boyfriends would come and go. Some serious, some not so much, but she never let any them get in the way of what we had. It was deeper than sex. The connection we had transcended any relationship she had, or any relationship I had.

She walked down the stairs of the home we both grew up in. Our parents and I were sitting, dad and I in our suits and mom in her dress, watching as she came down. “How do I look?” She questioned, nervously.

Dad spoke up first. “You look beautiful, honey,”

She smiled, then looked at me. “Well?” Her voice trembled, “Do you think I look beautiful?”

I said nothing. I walked over to her until I stood directly in front of her. I held her face in my hands and leaned in, kissing her deeply. She responded, kissing me back and hugging her arms loosely around my waist.

"They’re at it again." My mom said, elbowing my dad in the side. They chuckled as they watched us until dad interrupted us, saying that we were going to be late if we didn’t stop.

A few minutes later we were in the car, heading for the church. I sat in the back with my sister, her head resting on my shoulder. “Nervous?” I asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes." she said plainly. "But I love him. And I know I want this."

I smiled. “Good. He’s a great guy and he’s going to be a good husband to you. Otherwise I’ll break his legs.” She giggled and slapped my chest.

"He’s not half the lover you are though. He’s great, but I’m never going to give this up." Her hand grabbed at my crotch, holding my quickly hardening cock.

"And I’m not giving these up." I pushed the top of her wedding dress down, exposing her perfect breasts. I cupped them in my hands, playing with her nipples, making her moan while her hand slid up and down my shaft over my pants.

"We only have about 10 minutes till the church…" my dad said from the driver seat, looking back at us in the mirror. "So if you two are going to do anything you best do it now." I smiled at my sister aand gave her a wink. She smiled back, then quickly unzipped me and pulled out my throbbing cock.

I moved her veil out of the way as her head sank down into my lap. I felt her lips on the head on my cock, then slowly open, taking me into her mouth. Her fingers curled around the base of my shaft, stroking up and down as her head began to bob. “That feels so fucking good.” I moaned. She moaned back, twirling her tongue around my head.

I looked up at the front seat. Dad was still driving, glancing back at us in the mirror. Mom had turned around in her seat and was openly watching us. A smile on her face as she watched her daughter blowing her son. A weird look of happiness and pride. Mom was always in support of my sister and I. She really loved to watch, too. Mom had hiked up her dress and was fingering herself while she stared at us.

I kept my hand on my sisters back as she sucked my cock. Her drool ran down my shaft and her hands stroked me while she sucked hard on the head. No one sucked my cock better than my sister. Probably because I taught her how to do it.

It only seemed like a moment had passed before dad spoke up again. “Only another mile to the church. Wrap it up, kids.”

"Fuck. I’m going to cum." I tried to lift my sister off me so I wouldn’t make a mess on her dress, but she stopped me.

She took my cock out of her mouth, looked at me and said “In my mouth. I want every drop.”

"Sis…" I said, almost trying to convince her otherwise, even though I loved the idea.

"I want my first kiss as a married woman to be with the taste of my brother’s cum still in my mouth." She wrapped her lips back around me.

"Oh fuck…" I groaned as my cock pumped my hot load into her mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around the head while one hand stroked up and down my shaft, and her other hand cupping and massaging my balls. She coaxed out more cum than I ever though I had, but she didn’t spill a drop. Gulping down every burst that flooded her mouth, I finally stopped spurting about a block away from the church.

We quickly put ourselves back together, making ourselves look presentable. My cock was slow to soften, but I made do as I shoved it back into my pants. Mom, who’d made herself cum while watching us, was adjusting her dress and making sure her makeup was still ok. I helped my sister get her tits back into her dress just as we pulled up in front of the church.

My sister looked at me. “Thank you.” She blushed a little, then said “I love you.”

I hugged her, and whispered in her ear. “I love you too, sis.” After a moment, I pulled back from the hug and smiled at her. “Let’s go get you married.”

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