My older sister is getting married. She's going out with Robert Cooper for three years.
It's true that he is successful programmer who she came to know at college, but he is not manly at all. He's small, skinny, pimply, just ugly.
I'm not jealous. Although I have feelings for my younger sisters I've never think of her like that. I just can't understand why she's marrying someone like him when she can have anyone she wants.
Anna Indigo, 22 years old, black hair and brown eyes like her mother and sisters. She is 180 cm (6 feet) tall with long legs and perfect curves. The other day she claimed her three sizes reached 89/60/88 (about 35-24-35 in inch). Even without her D cup breast she could find someone better, don't you think?
The wedding is tomorrow and we're going to stay at their house.
We'll be there with the couple for whole week!
Have they ever heard about honeymoon? What's wrong with them?
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It looks like I've got to some kind of master/slave relationship with Becky. We call each other by our names, but she basically do anything I order her to.
I didn't know I'm such a sadist, but it feels really good to have her suck me off every morning and play with her before sleep.
Without regard to that, the rest of time I devote to Oda. Now I can say I really love her. I don't wanna get back to that "blowing only" relationship. I want her to accept me as a lover, but she always play it off somehow.
She's so quick-witted that she never let me touch her. And whenever I pluck up the courage to confess she ruin the mood by talking about dismembered bodies or just run away. It's like she can read my mind or something.
But if she can read my mind, why doesn't she turn me down? Why doesn't she find herself a boyfriend to drive me away?
Lately I don't understand my family at all...
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The wedding ceremony had already ended. As I thought Anna made Robert take her surname, but beside that it was quite ordinary wedding.
We arrived at Robert's house in two cars. In the first one there was me, my mother and Oda. We also carried a half of the wedding gifts.
The other half was transported by Robert. Anna and Becky were in the car with him. Surprisingly, when they were getting off, it seemed like the girls were in serious fight.
It was unusual to see the always docile Becky fighting anyone, but once they saw us they stopped it and pretended like nothing had happened.
Mother and the girls were lodged in the guest room upstairs. I'd got a single bed hidden in the closet on the ground floor.
I felt like an outsider.
Is it gonna be like that for whole week?
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I was being awakened by blowjob.
Is it morning, already? Becky is really determined, isn't she?
She restrained my hands and pushed them to bed. I opened my eyes.
A little window in the corner of the closet let in only a small amount of light.
Becky was on top of me, fully naked. Her silhouette made my heart throb fast.
"What are you doing?" I asked knowing the answer.
She didn't say anything. Taking advantage of my indecisiveness she put my dick in her pussy.
I did feel her hymen break, but she remains silent. Looking at me she rested and then slowly began to move.
I couldn't comprehend what was happening to me. My mind was blind in different way than when Oda blew me. I was just dumbly looking on her bouncing boobs.
Is it really Becky? She can be this aggressive, but we agreed on no sex, didn't we? Is it because of that fight with Anna? And what's with that melons?
At the moment I started thinking my balls awakened. Without warning they shot a huge load into her womb.
After a long time I came really hard. My penis was twitching releasing one shot after another. Becky was just waiting remaining silent.
Oh, crap! I hope she's on a pill.
When my cum stopped pouring she began to move again.
"Stop, it's too sensitive right now!" I ordered her, but she didn't obey.
What's going on? Since that night she's always followed my commands!
"I told you to stop! Can't you hear me?!" I raised my voice, but she continued to fuck me.
I tried to move, but she was too strong. Without saying anything she was just looking at me and pushing me to bed. Then brought me to the second climax.
I came less than before, but still hard. She was scaring me by that silence, but I somehow liked it, too.
So I am masochist now? Hey, really?