A Wedding Do

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or bad welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Please note that I write in British English. This story follows on from A Family Do which could be read for background.

An invitation came through the post, a wedding to attend at Oakwell Hall. A cousin of mine, Alan, was marrying Kathryn and we had been invited both to the ceremony and to the evening do. Most of the people there would be my relatives, Naomi wouldn't know too many of them, I don't think we had many friends and relatives that crossed the divide.

A Wedding. Of course that meant a new outfit for Naomi. I planned on just wearing one of my lounge suits, but it meant a visit to Meadow Hall to shop, and Naomi insisted that her mother Stephanie came along to help with the choosing of clothes and hat. I was just along for the ride. The trip down the M1 was slow, the unending roadworks slowing us to a virtual crawl at one point, eventually we arrived and parked up, all of us trying to remember the number of the carpark so that we had a chance of finding our car later. The entrance from the car park into the mall brought us out opposite Superdry, so at least that was a starting point for later.

It seemed to be an eternal traipse from dress shop to dress shop to dress shop. Who knew there could be so many? After a couple of hours I called a halt.

"I need food," I said. "Let's grab some lunch."

We were near the food quarter so went into the Steel Foundry, a Wetherspoons pub. It was quite busy but we managed to find a decent table to one side. You order via an app so it was quite easy to get what we wanted. I had a double cheese burger, Naomi had Sticky Chicken and Stephanie had boneless chicken. We all ordered coffee to go with. Naomi announced that she was going to the loo, I expected Stephanie to go with her, girls always seemed to go to the loo in pairs as if it was some tribal thing, but no, Stephanie stayed with me.

"I need to see you again," she said.

"You are seeing me now," I said, knowing exactly what she really meant.

"You know full well what I mean," she said grabbing my dick under the table.

"It's not easy Stephanie, I am married to your daughter."

She squeezed my now hard dick again and looked me in the eyes.

"Find a way," she said releasing my dick just as Naomi reappeared.

Lunch quickly arrived and then we were once more dress shopping. Eventually a consensus was met amongst the women and an outfit chosen. Long dark blue dress with a black and blue fascinator to go with. We found our way back to the car and joined the queue to leave the carpark and rejoin the motorway roadworks.

"I'll put the kettle on," I said as we got home, expecting that the girls would go upstairs to once more try on the dress and then probably decide that it was unsuitable, and that we would have to go and take it back. But no, Naomi went upstairs and Stephanie followed me into the kitchen.

As I turned from switching on the kettle I found myself face to face with Stephanie. She reached forward and grabbed my dick again through my trousers.

"Find a way Chris, you can't leave me high like this."

We had shagged a few weeks ago at a family Christening do whilst Naomi had been drunk, mostly at her mother's doing, and whilst it had been very pleasant, it wasn't life changing. At the end of the day it was just a naughty drunken shag. But now Stephanie seemingly wanted more, and as I don't drive, how to achieve that would be challenging.

She started to wank my dick through my trousers, taking and pushing my hand up her dress to encounter her knickerless fanny, wet, hot and needy. My dick lurched and twitched and wanted to help. I heard Naomi on the stairs and pulled away, moving to find mugs and tea bags for our drinks.

"That looks nice," I said to Naomi who was now wearing the dress for the do.

"Yes, it really does," Stephanie agreed.

"I'm not sure, I may go back and have another look," Naomi said, running her hands down the sides of the dress and turning one way and then the other.

"Well, if you're going tomorrow, I can't come with," I said, "I have a Zoom meeting in the morning that I have to attend."

"And I have Gardening Club," Stephanie said.

"I'll go alone then. I am just not sure enough about this dress, I need a second look."

"Okay baby," I said and made the tea.

After Stephanie had gone, Naomi turned to me and said "come upstairs, tell me what you really think about the dress."

I followed her up and she slipped her robe off, Jesus my heart skipped, Naomi is utterly gorgeous, she is the fillet mignon at home to everyone else's McDonalds burger. Under her robe she was wearing a lacy blue bra and matching knickers. Her mons bulging at the front and the knickers hugging her buttocks, I was putty in her hands, except my dick which identified as an Iron rod at that moment.

She slipped the dress back on and fumbled slightly with the fastening, a small hidden zip at her left side. To be fair the dress looked stunning on her, she made it come alive and me come alive with desire. I knew what was underneath and still I wanted to take it off her and ravish her, it was that kind of dress.

She turned back and forth in front of the mirror, looking at it from as many angles as she could.

"I don't know," she said.

"It is that good that I need to rip it of you and shag you right now." I said, "It is stunning, I am not sure I want to allow you out wearing it."

"Silly sod."

"Seriously, but if you want to go and find something even better, then by all means do. Just don't buy white or ivory, it is a wedding we are going to, and you shouldn't outshine the bride."

In the morning Naomi set off early for Meadow Hall, or Meadow Hell as some people refer to it. I find it okay; it is just big and full of shops that don't appeal to me. I like shops that sell welders, not blouses or dresses.

I had a quick shower and settled down to sort out my spreadsheets before my meeting which was scheduled for the early afternoon. I was halfway down my coffee when the front door opened and 'cooee' echoed up the hall.

"Hello Stephanie," I called, "I am just through the back working."

She came through and looked at me with my notebooks and laptop open and then asked:

"What time is your meeting?"

"Just after lunch why?"

"Good, you are free before, come on, we don't get many chances." And she turned about and left the room.

I closed my laptop and followed, she was halfway upstairs before I put two and two together and realised. On the way past the bathroom I grabbed a bath sheet to throw onto the bed, Naomi had only changed the sheets yesterday and as a fully-fledged CSI, she would notice anything untoward.

In the bedroom I put the towel on the bed and as Stephanie was stepping out of her skirt I pulled my T shirt over my head. Stephanie wasted no time and was naked before me, but I soon followed. Stephanie was sat on the edge of the bed, and I pushed her back, and knelt on the floor between her knees and leant forward.

I licked a finger and ran it along her crease, I needn't have bothered licking, she was very wet, and my finger slid easily. I wiped two fingers up as far as her clitoris and then down to her entrance, circling widening her petals before easing them inside, pushing through her opening and deep inside. As my fingers pushed, I leant further forward and wiped my tongue in-between her profusion of labia, feeling them as they washed around my tongue, and then pressing at her hard nubbin, getting a wonderful sigh in exchange.

I had my little finger laying along her perineum and as I moved my main fingers inside her, I pressed a little at her sphincter, another sensation for her to manage, and my teeth gripped her nubbin, pulling at it as my fingers pressed upwards from within.

"Fucking Jesus," Stephanie gasped, giving truth to the women who swear during fornication and would never say a bad word out of the bedroom.

I moved my fingers in and out, roughly imitating a shag, pressing hard on her valley as my fingers delved and probed with in her. Her gasps were getting louder, and I wondered if it was the illicit nature of the act rather than the sheer sensations that gave her the pleasures.

Her fanny was clenching at my fingers, squeezing them with an unexpected strength, squashing them together and as she gasped loudly, she momentarily relaxed and my little finger broke ground and entered her bowel, wiggling and pressing through her membrane separating it from her fanny. She gasped loudly again and then screamed, her fanny clamping tightly on my fingers as her orgasm rolled through her, convulsing, her back rising and falling on the bed, her whole body rocking as she came.

I eased away, my fingers expelled from her body as she slowly came down and looked down at my sodden grinning face.

"I don't know how she copes with this." She said, "I love it, I leave you wanting more but know that I need days to recover."

I just smiled.

We had, of course, booked a suite at the Hotel. As we were part of the wedding party we were allowed to book in early. The car all parked up outside, we wheeled our cases in, checked in and made our way up to the suite. We had about half an hour before we were due to assemble for the ceremony and so took the time to unpack and hang our clothes to let any creases drop out.

We dressed, admired each other, kissed and went down to see if a bar was open. I was, I had a diet coke, I like to pace myself, and Naomi had a vodka and tonic, she has no interest in pacing. We were sitting in a sofa just to one side of the ceremony room and my younger sister Tina and her baby Oliver appeared.

"Hello Chris, Naomi," she said.

"Grab a seat," I said, "what do you want to drink?"

"Slimline, I am still feeding."

I got up and went to the bar and got her a slimline, and another vodka for Naomi. As I was sitting down, I grabbed baby Oliver for a cuddle, he is rather gorgeous, and is not a baby that cries. He gurgles or smiles and is showing signs of great intelligence. We are all very besotted with him. I bounced him on my knee and generally played silly games with him whilst Naomi and Tina talked babies.

Greg, Tina's husband and Oliver's dad wasn't here, apparently something to do with work. I shrugged, he was no loss to me, I have never really got on with him. He was a good husband and looked after Tina and Oliver, I just never liked him, I don't know why, just 'families' I guess.

People started arriving and there was a lot of saying hello, and baby Oliver was handed around for a while with much cooing. Eventually it was time to go in and I ended up with Oliver again. I sat on an end chair in case Oliver started playing up, in which case I could step outside.

The celebrant was a big black woman with a wonderful voice that had musical undertones as she spoke, a brilliant choice and she made the ceremony, and when all was done we all stood and cheered and clapped. I just stood and cheered, clapping with a baby in arms is not easy.

There was about an hour before the meal, and that was taken up with general milling around and photographs. A magician was wandering around, pulling sweets form peoples ears, that sort of thing. Oliver was bored and had gone to sleep in my arms.

"Let's take him up to my room, do you mind?" Tina asked.

"Take him Chris, if you pass him back to Tina he is bound to wake up and cry. I will be fine here." Naomi said. I blew her a kiss and followed Tina to the lift. Tina is short for Christina; our parents were not hugely imaginative when it came to naming us.

In her room Tina took Oliver from me and had a sniff.

"Goodness, code brown, he needs a change."

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she changed Oliver's nappy, wiped him and sat him up.

"I think he needs a feed," she said and undid the front of her dress and undid a flap on her bra and latched Oliver on.

I sat watching and at the same time trying not to look, well, she is my sister, but I am a man, and she has boobs. There it is. After a few moments Oliver stopped supping and was asleep again. Tina walked over to the cot and lay him down.

She turned to me, her boob still open, a little milk dripping from her nipple.

"He didn't want it all, do you want to finish it?" She asked walking to stand in front of me, her nipple almost in my face. I leant forward and sucked her nipple into my mouth, a warm liquid expressing and I sucked and swallowed. Tina moaned a little as I sucked, and her hand pressed onto my groin, my dick hardening in response.

"Oh yes," Tina murmured as she undid my belt and zipper. I raised my bottom, and she pulled my trousers and boxers down.

"What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander" she said and started a slow wank of my dick.

I was gasping as I sucked, and I realised after a few moments that there was no more milk. I leant back.

"All gone" I said.

Tina knelt and took my dick in her mouth and began licking my dick, her hand pulling my foreskin down, exposing my glans for her tongue to work on. As she ran her tongue around my glans I shuddered, a wonderful, almost orgasmic, feeling as she ran her tongue along my most sensitive area, her other hand playing with my balls, rolling them in the palm of her hand.

She pulled away and stood, her hands up her dress and she pulled her knickers down and stepped out of them. She gathered her dress up and straddled me. As she sank onto my lap I used my hand and guided my dick to her fanny, passing her entrance and through her opening as she sank fully on me, taking mu dick inside her.

Her fanny was hot, wet and tight, squeezing my dick hard and she flexed her fanny muscles, giving me the sensation of a hand job from within. She let her dress go and it fell about my lap, and putting her hands on my shoulders she began to move, rising and falling on my dick, her boobs bouncing on her chest as she moved.

"It's been too long," she said, "way too long since I had a cock in me."

"What about Greg?" I asked as I thrust up as she sank down, my cock feeling tight and my foreskin rolling along my shaft as we shagged.

"He lost interest after Oli was born," Tina said. "I have managed to get about one shag a month from him."

I wondered if he was having an affair, silly sod, I would be shagging Tina at least twice a day if she were my wife.

Tina began moving faster, pressing down harder, I could no longer feel my foreskin move, all was a blur of pleasure. My root cramped and a little tweak of pain from within, I could feel my balls tightened and my ejaculation exploded inside my sister, spurt after spurt, Tina's fanny clamped hard on my dick and she stopped moving, pressing down hard on my lap.

"Oh fuck yes," she gasped as her orgasm exploded within her. She relaxed and leant forward and kissed me hard on my mouth.

"Thank you," she gasped, "I'm ovulating, thank you," and she silenced any words I could say by kissing me hard.

I cleaned myself in her bathroom, I didn't want to smell of fanny, and left Tina to it and went back down to Naomi.

"She's feeding him," I said to her, "she'll be down in a bit."

"Vodka," she replied. I laughed and went to the bar and got her a vodka and me a rum and went back and sat with her. It would soon be time to go and be seated. Naomi and I were at the table next to the top table, near, but not too near, I liked to be just a little apart from the main group.

On our table were Tina and Oliver, Tina was still upstairs with Oliver, another cousin Harriet and her husband Charles, Auntie Valerie and Uncle Tim and one empty chair as Greg wasn't with us today. Everyone was staying at the hotel, so we were all being rather free with the drinks. The bar was free whilst we were seated at the table, and there were bottles of red and white wine and fizzy water on the table. Tim did the round of wine and then we all did a collective 'cheers' and had a swallow.

The master of ceremonies bade us all stand and then Alan and Kathryn entered, and we all cheered and whooped and clapped. All very engaging. We sat down and the food started to be served, we were slightly behind the top table, but that was fine and to be expected. It was a pretty standard menu, prawn cocktail or soup to start, beef or chicken for main, no idea what the vegetarian option was, there was one, but no one at our table had it selected, and panna cotta or cheesecake to conclude. Nothing offensive, and Naomi and I had done what we always do, we each choose a different option, that way we can swap if something is not to our taste.

Meals and speeches concluded there was around an hour of general milling around before the evening do started. I ended up sitting with Oliver on my lap again, and Naomi went up for a nap.

"I need to sleep," she had said, "we can shag later."

"That's a promise," I had answered with a laugh.

After about twenty minutes Tina asked me to help her with Oliver, he had fallen asleep on me again. "Sure" I had replied and followed her up to their room. She carefully took Oliver from me and laid him in the cot.

"We need to be quiet," she said as she took her dress off, "come on, we don't have long."

I realised that I was in for seconds and quickly stripped, my jacket, shirt and trousers quickly became a pile on one of the chairs, and then my underwear and socks and I was naked sporting a rather impressive erection.

Tina, it seemed, had remained shaved after the birth, something I loved. I hadn't much chance to see her fanny when we had shagged earlier, she had hoiked her dress up and pressed herself on my lap, this time I had more opportunity to enjoy.

Tina lay on the bed and I knelt between her ankles, leant forward and breathed in her scent. Obviously, there were the remnants of our earlier tryst, but there was still the overwhelming femininity to the aroma, real woman, and I loved it. I ran my tongue between the lips of her sex, a slight metallic edge, no doubt the dregs of me.

"Oh fuck, yes Chris," she gasped as my tongue found her clitoris and pressed at it, my fingers seeking her entrance and pushing in, wiggling inside her. She gulped loudly as I sucked at her nubbin, my fingers seeking her g spot, my nails scratching at every bump and ripple I could find, Tina gulping and gasping above me, her thighs pressing at my head, squashing my ears, effectively putting things on mute.

I began to shag her with my fingers, pressing in and easing out as my teeth nibbled her clitoris. She began bucking beneath me, her legs moving wildly, releasing my head and returning full sound. She was effing and blinding, gasping and shrieking, so much for quiet and not waking Oliver.

She bucked up and stayed arched above the bed, a loud gasp escaping her mouth, her fanny clamping hard on my fingers and she gushed into my face almost sobbing as she relaxed back onto the mattress.

I eased away and covered her, my hard dick stabbing between her legs. I reached down and lined up my dick and pushed, easily entering her wet fanny, sliding in balls deep without hesitation. I began to shag, pulling out and then pushing quickly back in, her fanny so wet that there was no resistance, my foreskin hardly moving as I shagged my sister. Faster and faster, a slurping sound from her groin and a slap as my belly collided with hers. Her gasps reverberating around the room as we coupled in earnest before the baby awoke.

Tina's fingernails were digging into my back and her legs clamped around my buttocks, she was rocking back and forth on the bed as I did my best to stay within her fanny, so wet there was a real risk of slipping out, and no one likes a mis stroke.