First, however, was one of the immediate benefits of being legally married.
"Mr. Kingsley," the guard said, "I'm ready to escort you to the cottages."
He was referring to a cluster of Spartan one-bedroom apartments, set aside by the State of New York for conjugal visits. New York was one of the last places which permitted such visits, and I intended to enjoy my bride to the maximum.
But it would also be the first time we'd have sex without my twin there. Landon and I always shared our girls. If I was tasting pussy, I figured my brother would probably like it too, so why not share? But conjugal visits were only granted to married couples, so my brother would be left out this time.
I pulled at Morgan's hand, leading her away from the chapel, but she turned back to gaze at Landon.
"Next time," she mouthed, blowing him a kiss, and I could see that Landon looked peeved yes, a huge erection visible even through his jumpsuit, but he was taking it as best as could be expected. We'd just have to get out of here sooner than later so that he could taste Morgan's delectable body once again.
As we stepped into the cottage, I was ashamed at how utilitarian it was. This wasn't how I wanted to treat my bride. Instead of roses, a plush bed, and soft cushions, there was a thin double mattress on a metal frame, a tiny sink, and a chair in one corner.
But Morgan seemed blind to the deprivation. Our sweet girl turned to me, looping her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss.
"Mr. Kingsley," she cooed. "Don't you want to take the dress off of Mrs. Kingsley?"
And indeed I did. I ran my hands over her curves, amazed at how luscious and soft she felt, tight and hot in the vee of her thighs, yet her breasts jiggly and perfectly ovoid. Our girl had all the right assets.
I couldn't wait. It'd been a week since I'd fucked Morgan, and taking my time wasn't an option. I reached under her dress and ripped off her white lacey thong with my fist, causing her to squeal and bat her tiny fists at my shoulders.
"Cole!" she laughed. "Those were new!"
I held up the tiny little g-string and sniffed them, reveling in her personal private smell, before giving Morgan a kiss.
"Baby, I'll buy you new ones," I said wickedly. "But will you do something for me?"
"Anything," she breathed, melting against me.
"I want you to put these in your mouth," I said, holding out the thong.
She stopped, surprised. She knew that Landon and I were depraved, after all we'd fucked dozens of women within hearing distance of her bedroom. But on our wedding night? I guessed she'd figured I'd be a gentleman, when I was still plain ole me.
But she gave me a sweet kiss and said, "Yes, brother, feed it to me," opening her mouth.
"That's a good girl," I growled. She tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat, opening her glossy lips, and I pushed the panties inside, gagging her a bit. Little did she know, but I'd be taking those panties as a souvenir. Yeah, some people save their first slice of cake. Landon and I, we planned on sniffing those panties in jail, the scent of her pussy a reminder of our luscious wife.
I wanted her to cream hard, and once her mouth was stuffed, I pushed her back so that she was leaning against the small metal sink. Lifting her hips, I spread her legs and pushed the dress up so that her bare cunny was exposed. God, it was beautiful. The lips were pink and engorged, slick already, with a slight drip of female juice beading on her labia.
With a groan, I knelt and licked that rivulet, the taste of her pussy tangy and sweet on my mouth, magnifying my lust, making dick punch out like a fucking jack in the box.
"Mmmphf!" she cried, tossing her head. I thought I heard something like "Brother!" but I couldn't be sure, her words were muffled by the material in her mouth.
"No worries, little sister, I gotcha," I murmured against her moist pussy. Bending my head, I devoured her snatch, gorging myself on her ripeness, lapping at her folds while pushing my tongue deep into the hole where my penis longed to go.
I could feel the tension in Morgan building. Her back arched a bit, her legs stiffened, and she cried out, "Ah ah ah!" Sure enough, with a jerk and a shake, her pussy began to spasm, squirts of female juice drenching my face as I licked her folds, the gush of female cream a tasty treat. I fucked her with my tongue while she orgasmed, coaxing her to new heights, licking her clit and tugging at that nub as her folds jerked and twitched around my chin and mouth. By the time she was done, I was smeared in her fluid, drenched with her female cream.
I stood up to give her a kiss, pulling the g-string out of her mouth. She sputtered a bit, but pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, willing and warm, soft in my arms in the aftermath of climax.
"Cole, that felt so good," she moaned. "I've missed you so much, I can't fall asleep without you and Landon there."
"I know," I soothed. "We're not used to sleeping without you either, your sweet body between ours. It's been tough, which is why I'm bringing this thong to him later today."
"Oh!" she cried, surprised. "But can you get it past the guards?" she asked.
"Honey, I'll find a way," I replied. "Landon's counting on it, because he's going to celebrate his own private wedding night rubbing this material up and down his cock."
"Oh we need to do more for him then!" she cried. "If this is all he has from me … here, hand it to me," she said.
I gave her the lacy fabric and she pulled up her skirt, baring that wet, dripping cunt. Opening her legs, she took the material and began inserting it into her pussy. When the last scrap had disappeared, she turned to me and said, "Fuck me in the ass, Cole. Make me squirt again so the material's drenched."
I was more than happy to oblige. Spinning her around, I pushed her down so that she was braced against the little sink and yanked up the skirt around her waist. Her ass was a juicy bubble, and I nudged her knees apart, baring that little brown pucker as well as her wet pink slit. Kneeling I licked all the way up from her clit to her anus, savoring the taste of my little sister. Fuck, she was like honey and spice, my own personal kryptonite.
"Brother, ohhh … " she moaned.
I tongued her anus for a moment, letting my tongue trace around that delicious pucker. She was hot, dry and aromatic, and I buried my face between her butt cheeks, savoring my sister's sweet behind. But I couldn't wait much longer. My dick was so hard now it was near exploding, and I needed the mind-blowing relief that only stepsis could provide.
Stepping out of the jumpsuit, I trailed my penis up and down her butt crack, teasing the little girl.
"Ohhh … " she moaned, rubbing her ass against my length. "Put it in," she begged.
I chuckled. Ever since introducing her to anal in the park a couple weeks back, Morgan had become an anal aficionado, growing bolder each day. I decided to break new ground tonight as well. Without bothering to lube up my pole, I pressed it against the rim of her rectum.
"Oh!" she shrieked. Of course, she didn't know I was fairly dry, my spurts of pre-cum the only lube.
So I kept pressing, invading that little hole, until I punched past her rim and was about an inch inside.
"Unnf," she moaned, dropping her head, visibly willing her body to relax.
"Shh," I murmured, rubbing her back. "You're doing great."
I kept the pressure of my hips up, and sure enough, with a pop, her sphincter gave way, and I was fully embedded in her tight little anal chamber.
"Sister, you feel amazing," I panted, leaning hard into her tiny body.
"Unnnh," was her only reply as she tried to adjust to my massive invasion. Slowly, I began a rhythm in her butt. My hips moved forward slightly, then back, and I kept repeating until I was in full swing, almost pulling my penis all the way out before reaming her again.
"Oh oh oh!" she shrieked. "Brother, please!"
And I gave it to her full bore then. I grabbed her hips, and began drilling my dick deep into her ass, letting that dry, hot friction rub me to an unparalleled climax. With a deep roar, I came hard into her butt, my semen spurting as rope after rope of thick white coated her anal chamber. The little girl squealed and trembled on my dick, her ass clenching down hard as she found her own release, her pussy spasming and twitching, the cunny juices gushing and flowing as her snatch pulsed with wave after wave of ecstasy.
Her pulsing was so strong that it almost forced my dick out of her butt, and I could see that the panties were beginning to slip out as well. While calming my breathing, I reached down and slowly pulled the wet material from her tight snatch. Morgan squirmed intently, the friction arousing her again.
Fortunately, the lace was drenched, almost see-through, fragrant with her distinctive pussy aroma. Dropping a kiss on her shoulder, I reached around to softly stroke her breasts, calming her in the aftermath of our pleasure.