“Brother, a kiss for the best man as well?” he said.
I pulled away reluctantly and let him kiss Morgan. I saw that he was just as hungry. He took our stepsister into his arms and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before turning it deep, dark and stormy, consuming her in that tiny lace dress.
The guard harrumphed from the back of the chapel, and I was reminded of our dire circumstances. But we’d find a way out, to do our best by the baby on the way.
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!”#p#分页标题#e#
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.