Wedding Adventure Pt. 01

Apologies for leaving it so long since I last published but my sister and I have been busy leading our incestuous lives and what with one thing and another I have been a bit lazy! Despite the gap, I really am enjoying putting 'pen to paper' and recounting our sexual adventures as we love the idea of people reading about them. This this will be the first memory where there are other people engaging with us. For the sake of anonymity, I'll use 'stage' names and not our real names (I'll be Simon, she'll be Helen). Anyway, on with today's submission...

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It was a typical Monday lunchtime. I'd left the office and here I was, waiting in a Costa in Canary Wharf shopping centre for my sister. I'd already bought two lattes and grabbed a couple of stools and was sat watching the countless office workers walk past the glass windows in front of me. Suddenly I see my sister and my cock twitches in response. She pauses at the entrance, sees me and gives a quick wave before heading in my direction. My eyes wander appreciatively over her office outfit, a short black and grey dress, dark stockings and black stilettos. I do like that dress, even though she says that she is surprised because it's dark and knows I usually like daytime outfits with at least a flash of colour. However, this dress is ideal for showing her stocking tops when she walks and that is why I love her wearing it. More than once, when she has been out with me, women have tentatively approached her, telling her in a discreet whisper that she is showing her stocking tops. I know that in the office, she would have been wearing tights but would have switched to stockings and suspenders before coming to the coffee shop.

"Hi bro."

"Hi sis."

She gives me a quick kiss on the lips (another twitch!) and then makes herself comfortable on the stool, inadvertently flashing a lacy stocking top as she does so (yep, I do love that dress). Her stocking clad knee takes its rightful place between my legs and starts to knead my crotch through my trousers, bringing me to hardness within the confines of my underwear. We chat about what we did over the rest of the weekend after she had left mine on Saturday afternoon. I sometimes struggle to focus as her knee works me over and my hand runs up and down her silky smooth thighs. Her next question snaps me out of my daze.

"So, a woman at the office is getting married and I have been invited. Actually, the invite is a plus one. What would you say to being my plus one? It is a few months away but we could book the hotel this week and..."

"Easy tiger." I interrupt. "Me and you, off to a wedding together? Do I know her? Won't they think it is a bit weird you bringing your brother?"

"No, you have never met her. But come on, it will be FUN!" Her knee presses harder against my cock to emphasise her point. "I can buy a new dress. Buy some new underwear that I'll surprise you with on the day. It will be fun AND sexy. Come on, don't be a spoilsport."

I can't help thinking that it would be fun to go to a big social event together but of course, that brings the associated risks. "Let me think about it."

"Thanks bro." To demonstrate her gratefulness, she replaces her knee with her hand and squeezes me several times, eliciting a quiet moan of pleasure. As usual on a Monday, I was going to be heading back to the office with heavy balls.

As I knew she would, my sister spent the next couple of weeks being very persuasive and I finally relented and agreed to go to the wedding. My sister went ahead and booked a hotel room (yes, just the one). I was still a little uneasy about exactly how we would introduce ourselves but I guessed we would just deal with it on the day itself.

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It had been difficult keeping my hands off my sister (she had made me sit in the bathroom whilst she got ready) but we were atlast dressed and ready for the wedding. My sister looked fantastic in her wedding outfit. The dress, though not as short as her usual style, did still show a nice amount of leg and I was optimistic that stocking tops would be flashed at some point. It hugged her figure appreciatively and the tan stockings and cream coloured stilettos matched it perfectly.

"Looking good sis. Looking good."

"Thanks. I hoped you would like it. I think you'll like the underwear too. But first, as this is a wedding day, there is one final piece to my outfit. It is in that box."

For the first time, I notice the smart little box sitting on the bed. I looked at my sister quizzically but reached forward and picked it up. What has she planned here? I remove the lid and there, sitting on a bed of decorative tissue paper is a wedding garter and it looks beautiful. Delicate white lace dressed with a blue ribbon and bow that would look good on any bride's thigh.

"I want you to put it on my leg bro."

She sat on the bed and lifted her left leg, her high heeled shoe pointing at me. I lifted the garter from the box. "It's gorgeous. I love the idea of you wearing it during the wedding." I felt myself filling with desire for the woman, my sister, sitting on the bed before me. Her leg outstretched, her stocking tops on show, asking me to put a wedding garter on her. I dropped to my knees and edged forward so that her shoe was just inches from my face. I couldn't help but steal a glance up her dress and was rewarded with the clear sight of her bare thighs leading to what looked like ivory coloured knickers. My first hint of her new underwear.

I stretched the garter and placed it over her shoe and slowly began to slide it up her stockinged leg. As I pushed the garter up higher, I naturally found myself between her legs, which she had opened wide to admit me. The garter passed her knee and was beginning the final part of its journey to her beautiful thigh. I looked up at her and felt her other leg tighten around me, drawing me further into her leggy embrace. As I approached the lacy stocking top, she bent her knee over my shoulder applying gentle pressure to my back. I finally had the garter in place and was fully trapped in the clutches of her legs. I again looked up at my sister from between her silky thighs.

"It looks gorgeous sis." The words were barely audible as my throat had gone dry. Before I could do anything else, her legs pulled me deeper between them. Here I was, on my knees, trapped in my sister's stocking clad legs. She had a sexy little half grin on her lips.

"Eat me bro."

Ever the sensible one, I got half a sentence out. "Do we..."

"I want you to eat me before we go to the wedding."

My resistance fell away and I leaned forward and kissed her pussy through the knickers. I could already smell her sex and this spurred me on. I used one hand to pull those new knickers to the side (and yes, they were satin soft) and my tongue gently licked my sister's cunt. She tasted as sweet and clean as ever, the hint of the perfume she always applied to her inner thighs adding to the aroma. I heard her gasp as she felt my tongue delicately lick her. I felt her hands grip my head, making sure that I wasn't going anywhere, but I had no intention of denying her the pleasure she had commanded of me. I increased the speed of my licking but still only applying the delicate pressure she so enjoyed.

"Oh bro." Though her creamy thighs were pressing against the side of my head I still heard those two words that carried so much weight. Using one finger to keep her knickers to the side, I began to gently insert a finger into her, the wetness making it all too easy for it to slip inside. Another gasp escaped her lips as the twin sensations of tongue and finger began to take their toll on her body.

"Shit bro, that feels so good. I am so fucking turned on."

Despite my licking motion, I managed a smiled at the pleasure I was giving her. I ran my spare hand over her thigh, enjoying the feeling of skin, lacy stocking top and suspender strap. All adornments worn just for me, her own brother.

"I need you to fuck me bro. Right now."

I paused and looked up at her. "You sure you don't want me to carry on?"

"No, I want your cock inside me. I want to christen the new underwear."

I extracted myself from between my sister's legs and undid my trousers. Not wanting to waste time, I didn't bother trying to remove them so just let them fall round my ankles. In the time it took me stand there with my cock sticking out, my sister had scooted up the bed and lifted her dress above her waist. I paused a moment to take in the vision of sexuality lying before me. I can now see her new suspender belt. It is ivory, with gorgeous lace trim and is clearly bridal underwear. The straps are attached to stockings with a very deep lace top. With the addition of the garter I slipped on only a few minutes ago, anyone lucky enough to see her underwear would assume she was the bride. She pulls her knickers to the side, the red painted nails contrasting so beautifully with the ivory colour.

"Do you like the underwear? Appropriate I think. Now let's consummate it."

I need no second invitation as she looks so irresistible and I position myself between her legs. "This will be a quickie. I'll take my time later on."

"A quickie is exactly what I need right now."

My cock head rests against her entrance and it needs only the slightest pressure for me to enter her. I know she is wet and ready, so slide all the way in. The sudden penetration prompts a reflexive grunt from me as my cock is fully engulfed by my sister's cunt. To ensure I do not withdraw, my sister wraps her legs tightly around me, her high heels digging into my legs, her nails gripping my backside and kisses me deeply. All thoughts of fucking are momentarily forgotten as I enjoy the taste of her kiss. Finally we break and she looks me deep in the eyes.

"Now let's have that wedding day quickie you promised."

I respond in the only way pssible and begin to slide my cock in and out of her, already feeling that I am close to popping. The week of abstinence has meant I am full to bursting point and now that I am deep in my sister, I am already close to exploding. I pause again to make my confession.

"Sis, this really is going to be quick I am afraid. I am desperate to cum."

"I have already told you. That is exactly what I want. I want you to fuck me quick. I want to go to the wedding, full of my brother's seed. I want to sit in the church knowing of the sinful act we have committed. Unprotected, incestuous sex."

Her provocative talk is such a turn on that, incredibly, I can feel myself getting even bigger in her cunt. Her eyes sparkle as she feels it to.

"Something tells me that my naughty brother thinks the same."

We can deny ourselves no longer and resume our fucking. Her words have added to the intensity of our fucking. Our desire to rut is overwhelming and it isn't long before we are both grunting loudly and I truly begin to slam my cock in and out of her. I can feel the pressure rising and know I am only moments away. We are so in tune as lovers, my sister can feel it to and starts to murmur.

"Oh bro. Oh bro. Oh bro."

"Sis, I am going to do it. I am going to fill you with my baby batter. Tell me you want it." I ask

"I want it bro...give me your seed...shoot it as deep inside me...as you can...give me your seed... " She repeats her need for my cum inside her, saying it a little louder each time. Before she can get too loud, the sensations are too much for me and I lean into her and whisper in her ear.

"Here it comes sis!"

Her legs tighten, her heels dig in. There is no way I can stop what is going to happen and I can feel the orgasm coursing from my balls into my cock and through my whole body. I do what any good brother would do and make sure I am buried as deep in her as possible as I feel the sperm racing up from my balls, erupting from my cock, painting the inside of my sister's cunt with my seed. I look her in the eyes and see them widen as she feels my release, feeling my hot seed coat her vaginal walls. My orgasm is so intense I can barely manage a coherent thought as fireworks go off in my head.

"Shiiiiiit bro. I...can...feel... it..."

I continue to spasm as my body ensures she gets every last drop. I have lost all bodily control apart from automatic need to plant as much of my seed into her as possible. I can only pant as I try to catch my breath.

"Fuck bro, how much have you given me?"

It takes a moment before I can give any form of response. "A"...pant..."whole"...pant..."load." That is all I can manage. She laughs. Laughs at the sheer intensity of my orgasm. Laughs at the joy of our coupling.

"I think we can consider my new underwear christened."

She kisses me, a kiss between two adults that have just enjoyed the most wondrous of moments. As we break, I thump the bed with my hand, one last release of emotion from me.

"That was bloody intense sis. I love that wedding underwear."

"I knew you would. Wedding underwear just for my brother. The only man I'll ever wear such underwear for."

My smile is one of pure joy. We have often discussed how we'll always be lovers and a part of me hopes that yes, I will be only man to see her in wedding lingerie. I'd love to stay wrapped in those legs but I know we can't hang around here too long as the taxi we ordered is due to arrive shortly. "We better make ourselves presentable. The taxi is due soon. You'll be pleased to hear that I don't think I have messed up your hair."

My sister clambers off the bed and makes minor adjustments to her underwear, ensuring everything is in place. As she adjusts her knickers she looks at me.

"Wow bro, you really did dump a massive load in me. I'll be dribbling your seed all day at the wedding."

I smile, pull up my trousers and put my still dribbling cock away. Thank God I wore a dark blue suit and in only a few moments, we are both presentable and head out the hotel room door. I ensure the door has locked properly and then turn to follow my sister and admire her outfit from behind. Yes, the dress is longer than usual but with the deep, lacy stocking tops she is wearing, there is just the merest hint of what lies under that dress with each stride she takes. I am sure (fingers crossed) that as the day progresses, she will be flashing her tops more obviously.

We get to the hotel reception and can see that the taxi is only just pulling into the car park. Perfect timing. The journey to the church only takes ten minutes and we pass the time with chit chat with the driver. During the journey my sister lets slip that we are brother and sister. I give her a warning glance but I know damn well she did it on purpose and I get that little shiver of doubt (excitement?) as to exactly how this day is going to proceed.

We pull up outside the church and confirm with the driver that he will be picking us up from the reception venue at the end of the evening. As we exit the taxi, I again feel that little nag of anxiety about how exactly we'll behave with each other throughout the day. Putting such thoughts aside, I join my sister at the church gate and she slides her arm into mine. Every time I have tried to talk to her about the ground rules for the day, she has always laughed them off but I decide to have one last go.

"Sis, we really need to establish some ground rules for today. It will be too risky for me to be anything but your brother."

"Yes, yes, I'll introduce you as my brother one on condition..." She pauses for dramatic affect and I shake my head. "You run your hand over my bottom and thighs, feeling my suspenders and garter to remind yourself exactly of the lingerie I have on today."

"What, now? Suppose someone sees us?" There are already groups gathered by the entrance to the church itself and I am sure other guests will be arriving behind us. And what about the taxi driver? He already knows our relationship and if he sees my hand caress my sister in a clearly sexual way? I glance behind me but thankfully he has already started to pull away. I am snapped out of these thoughts by my sister.

"Yes, now. Touch me like the incestuous brother you are."

I am aware of the fact that the longer I delay, the more noticeable we'll become and so I uncouple my arm and slowly run my hands over her bottom, tracing the outline of her suspender straps and then the unmistakeable feel of her wedding garter. It all feels so good and it is times like this where I do resent the fact we have to hide our true, sexual relationship.

"I am half tempted to lift that dress up and show everyone exactly what you are wearing." I joke.

She responds in kind. "Now there's an idea! Right, let's go bro."

We walk through the church gate and up the path that leads to the entrance. Almost immediately, a man about 10 years younger than me breaks from a group and heads over to us, his eyes running appreciatively up and down my sister as he approaches.

"Hi Helen." He leans in and gives a kiss to one cheek, then the other. "How are you?"

"I am good thanks Mark. You?"

"Me too. Looking forward to a good day and seeing Rebecca finally tie the knot so that she stops talking about it at work."

They both laugh together and then my sister turns to me. "Simon, Mark. Mark, my brother, Simon."

A almost imperceptible look crosses his face. Confusion? Relief? I greet him good naturedly. "Hi Mark. Good to meet you."

After a few other pleasantries (I learn Mark works with my sister), he heads back to the group and it is just the two of us again.

My sister leans close and whispers "I think he fancies me."

"Think? He couldn't stop undressing you with his eyes."

"Oooh, jealous bro?" I respond by pulling a face and we turn to head towards the three steps leading to the church entrance. As is my habit when approaching steps, I hang back a pace to admire the view as my sister climbs them and I am rewarded with a clear glimpse of those stocking tops. I casually look in Marks direction and see his gaze lustily following my sister. I smile to myself and think, 'no chance my friend.' I quickly follow my sister and we head into the church to take our seats on the bride's side.

As we sit in the church and the pews begin to fill I can't help but think how shocked all these guests would be if they knew what my sister and I had done just before leaving our hotel. I whisper to my sister. "How is the creampie doing?"

"I can feel some of it dribbling out onto my knickers! I think I'll be leaving a wet spot on every seat I sit on today." I look around and see that no-one is paying us any particular attention so as subtly as I can, I surreptitiously run my fingertips up her legs, enjoying the feel of the nylon. She crosses her legs, allowing me to slide further up. Before I can continue my journey, a couple of other wedding guests suddenly move to take up the pew space next to me and I quickly draw my fingers back, but even that little touch has stirred my cock.

We make small talk with the couple next to us and await the arrival of the bride. After 10-15 minutes, the organ music changes and the bride makes her entrance. We all stand and turn to look, the woman murmuring their appreciation of her dress. I'll admit, all I can think is that I bet she isn't wearing underwear that is a sexy as my sister's. With all heads turned, my sister leans in close, our bodies touching. I can smell her perfume and am barely able to stop myself from sliding my arm around her waist in a public display of affection.

Following the arrival of the bride, the wedding begins in earnest. As we get to the vows, I suddenly feel my sisters fingers touch my left hand, which is resting by my side. I look down and see her red painted nails lovingly stroking my hand before intertwining with my fingers. I look at her put she is focused on the ceremony taking place at the front and the bride reciting her vows.