My Sister's Wedding Pt. 01

My older sister Bridgette is everything that I'm not. She's self-confident, witty, elegant, beautiful and effortlessly sexy. Her face and all those insane curves cause men to stare at her and walk into walls. She and her fiance are a storybook couple. They're both impossibly good looking and I'm certain their kids will be almost too beautiful to look upon. Especially their daughter who will undoubtedly be my godchild. I consider Bridge to be my best friend and while I was happy for her, I was worried about losing her too. She is, or was, our father's favorite.

My name is Lilyanne, the youngest of Patrick and Margaret Delaney's three kids. Bridgette, Patrick Jr. and me, the baby. I had just turned 19 and graduated from St. Mary's school for young ladies. Please don't ask about that extra year. I wasn't exactly a model student. Mother and Bridgette both being alumni certainly helped me survive my suspension and eventual reinstatement.

Of course Bridgette is beautiful, she looks exactly like our Mom. Picture Lady Violet, the mother on Bridgerton! But with enormous tits! I'm surprised that my jaws still close after nursing on those gorgeous melons! Mother is a force to be reckoned with. Extremely loving and doting. And, as I recall, not shy about showing her figure off to the world. Skinnydipping was expected if you joined in our impromptu after dark pool parties. All of us pale, freckled gingers. Statuesque is a reasonable adjective for them both. Mom is zaftig and a definite milf. Bridget still a curvy temptress. Me? Tall and lean, with ridiculously long legs and no breasts whatsoever. At least Mom gave me a cute little bubble butt, thank God! But she also passed along another trait from our Irish gene pool, a copper bush that resembles the Amazon jungle.

I was thought I was too young to be her maid of honor and screamed out loud when she asked me! YES,YES,YES! I adored being in on the planning and prep. Flowers, dresses, centerpieces and the rest! I was in heaven. The wedding was looming and we had just made it through the rehearsal dinner with no last minute drama. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. I especially enjoyed being allowed to drink right along with the grownups. There was a lot of kissing and crying, trust me.

When we got home and into our bed clothes, Bridgette and Mom came into my room and closed the door behind them. I was expecting maybe a talk about my drinking and a bit of salty language. Nope... none of that came up in our conversation.

"Lily, honey, now that you're 19, there's a few things you need to know about our family." Mom was using her soothing Earth Mother voice and sat on one side of me, with Bridge on the other. Each holding one of my hands. They also had a bottle of champagne and three glasses. Holy fuck, what are they about to tell me? Do NOT tell me this wedding is about to be called off!

"Babygirl, we're trying to say this in a way that doesn't frighten you. You see... I wasn't just Daddy's favorite. What was I Mom? His girlfriend? His lover?" Bridgette looked for help from Mom, as if the correct word would make it all better.

"Hmmm, maybe his daughter with benefits? To be brutally honest, you were his willing whore. As I was for Grampa." Words you never expect to hear from your mother.

My eyes were the size of ostrich eggs as Mom handed me a glass of champagne and I gulped it down.

"Lily, your father is a wonderful husband and father. He's charming and funny and dotes on all three of his beautiful children. But he is a man with a huge appetite for... cunt. I love him to death, but I just could not satisfy his insane sex drive. That man wore my poor pussy out. You see, your Daddy is a raging horny, unapologetic fuck monster. I knew he had girls on the side, thank God. Or he'd have fucked me to death." Jeezuz, why the fuck is she telling me this?

Bridgette chimed in... "So Mom asked me if I'd mind helping him stay satisfied, here at home. Well I already had a huge crush on him and I was such a horny little slut! So I said I'd like that very much." Bridge squeezed my hand and poured me a second glass of champagne. Another big gulp and it was gone.

"So you've been sleeping with Daddy! For how long? Please tell me you were at least 18! FUCK!"

"Of course she was, darling. What do you think, we're perverts? My poor pussy needed a break, really it did. I couldn't walk straight the day after a good fucking. If your sister hadn't said yes, I don't know if my marriage would have survived." I could see Mom's crystal blue eyes welling up with tears. Bridgette leaned across me and hugged her. I sat there, fucking frozen in place. When all of a sudden they KISSED, with TONGUES! GOD OH GOD OH GOD! When is this shit going to end?

They composed themselves and separated, getting back to me.

"We should probably let you know that Bridgette and I are intimate too. I know it's a bit much to take in one dose." A bit much? Am I losing my mind?

"Oh don't act like you've never watched porn, Babygirl. We know exactly what you watch online in this house. My goodness, you're certainly a naughty girl. So don't be judgmental, ok?" Jeez, Mom... can't a girl have any privacy?

"OMG, you guys! Why couldn't all this stay the well kept secret that it's been? Why tell me all this insane shit? Somebody... anybody?" I didn't want an answer, I really just wanted them to leave me alone with that bottle. Curled in a fetal ball, sucking champagne straight from the bottle and crying myself to sleep. But wait... there's MORE!

"Well Lil, Mark isn't keen about sharing me with Daddy after we're married. He's been a really good sport about it so far." That Mark and his crazy demands!

"So darling, how would you feel about being Daddy's favorite from now on?" Only a randy bisexual incestuous Irish mother could ask that question of her daughter, with a fucking twinkle in her eye!

Bridge tried to wrap it up with in a pretty package for me..."Lily, he really is the best fuck I ever had. The man lasts forever and his cock is really kind of special." Gee, I'd like to get reviews from his other whores too.

Mother chirped in..."Isn't it though? Gawd that thing is amazing! All those blue veins and that foreskin? I do love his foreskin. Didn't he ask you to step on it wearing stilletto heels? He couldn't get me to do that. I'd have crushed his cock with my fat ass!" The two of them waxing poetic about my father's genitalia.

"Oh yes, he isn't circumcised. Best that you know that before you see it for the first time. When you peel back his sheath..." My thoughtful mother, always looking out for me. I wanted to cover my burning ears and drown them out, going 'La, La, La, La...'

"Oh hell yes! It's like a flesh colored dress sock stretched over a fucking cucumber! And that cockhead! Wait till you see THAT!" Bridge shared enthusiastically. I was numb, listening to these two crazy ass bitches.

"Lily, his knob is sort of a medium blue. I think it looks like a plum all swollen and ready to burst!" Oh Mom, would you just shut the fuck up?

"Mmmm, maybe more purplish... but definitely like a plum. And you know me, I do love a nice juicy plum!" How could I not have noticed all this debauchery going on around me?

Then they both blurted out the BEST part... "The cum! Oh Jeezuz, Mary 'n Joseph! That man could fill a small gravy boat! I think he tastes like creamy mushroom soup."

I put my hands over their mouth's as lovingly as I could, shaking my head gently from side to side.

"I'm not interested."

They paused and stared at each other.

"But you must be... we already told him you would." Mother said earnestly.

"You need to do this for us! Mom's poor cunny is worn out and my marriage

is hanging in the balance! Lilyanne Sinead Delaney, we're not asking for a kidney. Good lord girl." Bridge sounded a bit frantic. So much for getting through this wedding with out any drama.

"OMG don't tell me you're a virgin!" Bridge blurted.

"Well, I'm not intact. I do, you know... masturbate, but yes, I am technically a virgin. And what business is that of your's... Little Miss Daddy's Whore?"

We argued for another hour and I demanded a second bottle of champagne. They cajoled and reasoned... and actually begged. I shushed them and fell back onto my bed. Closing my eyes and hoping when I opened them that these two harpies would be gone.

I began playing with the idea in my head. True, I was unattached. I had always measured boys against my Dad and none came close. He was pretty nearly perfect. All my school friends adored him. Openly admitting that they'd fuck him if they got the chance. That fact always kinda pissed me off... but kinda turned me on too. They'd ask if I'd ever seen his dick, or if he'd ever seen me naked. I'd tell them 'certainly not', but I was older than all of them and hoped in my heart that Daddy wanted to see me naked. Got me wondering what his dick looked like, though. They lit my fuse and fertile teen curiosity took over. My best friend Gloria and I downloaded an app and started pasting Daddy's face onto nicely endowed pornstars. We are naughty girls.

So I believe that I can blame my perpetual state of hornyness on Gloria. AND she is the one who constantly whispered in my ear what a handsome motherfucker my Daddy is. Please ignore my dangling participle.

"It won't work. Once he sees me naked with my tiny boobs? He'll march straight back to your bedroom and demand a refund. Nope... obviously he likes his bitches curvy. Just look at you two. Your boobs are as big as my head!"

"Lilly, after Mark proposed we sort of knew Daddy would need someone new. So we put a little bluetooth camera in your bathroom and Daddy has seen you naked... a lot. Sorry... not sorry. He's really smitten with you. He even asked me to play you in bed and wear your dirty panties. Took me a bit to get them over my hips, you skinny bitch. Oh, he wants you plenty. Believe us. And with that man sucking on your titties, they won't stay tiny for long. And do you know what satisfied sugar daddy's do for their favorite little sluts? They spoil them. You like my Mustang, don't you? Where do you think I got it?"

I sat up and gulped down yet another glass of champagne.

"Daddy has seen me naked!" Rather than be upset, I was incredibly turned on. I'm a total exhibitionist. Mother let me pick out my own swimsuits and they always barely covered my little charms. Catholic school girls wear prim and proper uniforms. And a lot of us rolled our tartan skirts up to show as much leg as possible in public. My legs deserved to be shared.

"He must love what he sees because he masturbates over you. His favorite is watching you shave those adorable legs!" Mom seemed genuinely proud of my sexual appeal. My vagina was a roaring wet mess as I imagined my Sean Connery lookalike Daddy masturbating as he watched me shave my silky smooth legs!

"OMG! Then he's seen me playing with myself too!" Now I was so wet, it looked like I'd peed in my jammies.

"Is this really for really real? Are you asking me to become Daddy's... you know... um... mistress?" Yeah, I was pretty drunk.

"Oh babygirl... lover, mistress, slut, whore. They're all just words. Consensual incest goes back a long time in our family. Even before your grandparents. It's true! And I'm so excited for you to finally join us! Will you do it? Please?!" Pretty sure they were holding their collective breath.

In my mind I was already playing out the dirtiest scenarios imaginable. All my favorite fantasies that I used while teasing my hungry cunny about him. I needed to get off so badly!

"Yes... and I want a pink Mazda Miata." The champagne somehow made it all seem ok. Maybe even appealing? There's nothing quite as horny (or sexy) as a drunk Irish redhead.

They squealed and hugged and kissed me.

I sat back and raised an eyebrow. "What? I don't deserve tongues?"

Watching my mother and sister undress was surreal. I hadn't realized just how sexy these two women were. We were all in our pj's and seeing those cute pj bottoms being peeled down past wide curvy hips made my young pussy ooze nectar. I'd never appreciated my pale complexion. Now I saw the appeal... all that milky white flesh. Mom's mature thighs weren't model flawless. Thick, with dimpled imperfections, but so... sexually powerful! My lord, she would have been worshiped by ancient civilizations as a fertility goddess! Her pussy mound wasn't exactly russet red any longer, but it sure looked inviting. Coated in glistening droplets of

her own juices. Her rich musky aroma made my nostrils flare. I loved her sexy tummy roll. She considered it a badge of honor after carrying three children. And those tits! Enormous milky hangers with areola the size of generous oatmeal cookies. Still supporting exquisitely defined red nipples. Both she and Bridgette's pale breast meat was laced with sexy blue veins. God I love big, soft, juicy titties!

Bridgette is a 1950's pinup queen. Tall and stunning. Picture Kate Upton as a glorious redhead. My eyes wandered all over her silky smooth charms. Her skin is equal parts fresh milk, melting vanilla ice cream and powdered sugar. Not a blemish to be found. She turned her back as she removed her panties and those perfect, fat asscheeks were too much to resist. I boldly fondled them and planted my kiss on her creamy flesh. She grinned at Mom and turned to offer me the prettiest pussy I'd ever seen. And attending an all girl's school... I'd seen a LOT of pretty pussies. I was surprised to see that she was shaved clean.

"Mom shaves it for me. She prefers me smooth. What a godawful sloppy mess she'd leave me when my cooch was hairy! Do you like it, babygirl?"

I just nodded and nuzzled my face between those smooth thighs. Mom guided my face deeper into Bridgette's pelvis and encouraged my hungry search.

"You'll never taste a juicier cunt. That's it, suck on it! Don't ignore her button!" Is she really my Mother?

They both stripped off my things and ran their loving hands up and down my boyish frame. I'd had girls caress me, but nothing like this. Supple experienced fingers teased and appreciated my gentle curves. My perky nipples were raging and hard as little red diamonds. I raised my arms overhead and reveled in their incestuous lesbian debauchery. One on each of my cute little nipples, kneading my ribcage and forcing my gentle buds into their mouth's. I'm not much of a squealer, moaning is more my sexual language. And grunting like a pig during my gushing orgasms. Yes, I'm a squirter.

I pushed Mom's face down between my thighs and spread my long legs obscenely wide for her. I could feel my pelvis crack the same way my knuckles always do before piano practice. Resting my cute feet on her back as she slurped on my thick wet mound. She began working her fingers inside me and fed my gooey lubricant to Bridgette. Smearing my thick juice across her mouth. I was in heaven. My loving sister kissed me like a drunken. Her voracious tongue working it's way to the back of my throat. Her hands tugging me raspberry nipples drove me insane. Or was it my amazing Mother's mouth devouring my twat?

The little o's began arriving in soft waves. My hips were raised and grinding into Mom's face. I grabbed Bridgettes gorgeous thick hair in one hand and the sheets in the other, as my big O was approaching.

"UM-UM-UM OH SHIT..." Was about as close as I could get to begging for a finger up my ass. Thankfully my whoring Mother understood and worked a loving digit inside me.

My back arched as I offered my throbbing pussy to God and began speaking in tongues! Some English did sneak out of my slutty young mouth.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD... EAT ME MOMMEEEEEEE!!! FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!!!"

Bridgette held me tight so I wouldn't harm poor Mom as I bucked and thrust my lean hips up towards my bed's canopy. My hungry anus clamped tight on Mommy's finger and began to spasm involuntarily. The ejaculate gushed out of my insane loins and Mommy tried her best slurp a good mouthful before squealing and retreating. Both of them marveling at the jet of cum from my baby pussy!

"Sweet Jesus, child! I'm going to have to wash everything! Even your canopy!" As Mom rested her head on my matted pubic mound. I was still quivering as Bridgette kissed me softly. I'd never felt anything quite like that in my young life. I slowly floated back to earth and coyly smiled at them. I was a sweaty cum soaked satisfied mess.

They cuddled around me and started sharing bits of bedroom lore about father.

"Your father is quite fond of sexy photo's. So you'll be posing for him quite a bit, Babygirl."

"You should see some of mine! He has an erotic aesthetic, that's for certain!" Bridge added.

"And he loves to eat ass! Oh he's going to adore this sweet thing!" As Mother gave my chubby cheeks a tender squeeze.

"Now that the secret is out in the open, no need for all the sneaking around so THE BABY doesn't hear! Hiding everything from you was such a pain in the ass!" Bridgette drumming her fingers on my breast bone and smiling up at me.

"I can't believe how much I love you guys right now. Now kiss me goodnight, you fucking whores!" And I slept like an expectant bride.