“How do you think I feel?” Sylvia asks, but she’s thinking about her father and brother. “I’m not getting any either,” she lies. As Chris runs his hands up and down her back, cupping her ass cheeks through her jeans, Sylvia’s pussy is aching for release. She was getting so close when Chris’ car pulled up.
“Are you comfortable in aunt Sally’s guest room?” she asks Chris. Since they’ve chosen to stop fucking until their wedding night, they decided it would be best if he didn’t stay at her parent’s house with her.
“Yeah. It’s great,” Chris says. “And Aunt Sally is looking better ever day,” he laughs, squeezing her ass. Aunt Sally actually is looking good. She’s Sylvia’s mom’s younger sister, probably in her mid-thirties, single, with a great ass and a nice pair of tits. He caught a glimpse of her in her nightgown as he passed her door last night. The door was ajar and she was brushing her hair in front of the mirror. The outline of her breasts through the sheer nightgown made his cock spring to life. It hadn’t occurred to him at the time, but on reflection he wonders if the door was ajar on purpose.
“Help yourself,” Sylvia teases, bringing him out of his reverie. “I’ve got my dad and my brother here. We can fulfill some incestuous fantasies of our own, while you get it on with Aunt Sally.” She slips her tongue in his mouth before he has a chance to answer. Draping her leg over his thigh, she pushes her crotch up against his hip. It isn’t enough, but it feels good to have a little pressure on her swollen pussy lips. Chris kisses her back, wondering what he should tell her about Thursday night. Before he comes up with a good excuse, Sylvia beats him to it.
“Tomorrow night, a few of my girl friends want to have a girls night. You know, go out on the town before the wedding,” she tells him as she pushes her pussy tightly against his hip. “Do you mind?” Fuck no, he doesn’t mind. This is perfect, he thinks.
“No, it’s fine,” he says. “I’ll just hang with your dad or your brother,” he adds, relieved that he didn’t have to make something up. “So what are you doing, male strippers or something?”
“Or something,” Sylvia answers, thinking again about her brother’s big cock. He’s much less experienced, but he filled her almost as full as her daddy. She’s already had her last fling with her daddy and she only has two more days until her wedding, she may as well make the most of them.
Randy is in his bedroom with his cock out, stroking it like crazy. His sister was actually fucking him! That sexy, black, body stocking and mask was un-fucking-believable. Why the fuck did Chris have to come back when he did? They were so close! She must be aching, too! He’d heard her tell Dad that her and Chris weren’t fucking until their wedding night. He strokes faster as he fantasizes sneaking into her bedroom tonight after their parents are asleep. Just as he’s wondering how she’d react, he shoots his load, pumping a huge pool of cum into a wad of Kleenex.
Over dinner, Sylvia is explaining some of the challenges of getting the seating arrangements right. Her mother is taking her seriously, while her dad and Chris are making jokes. She notices Randy is just watching her and smiling. She winks at him when no one is looking. They’re sitting across from each other and when she stretches her leg out, her foot touches his ankle. She runs her foot up the inside of his calf, while she admonishes Chris for not taking this seriously.