Sis and Wife’s Sis Need My Help
Copyright© 2026 by WildcatF4F
Chapter 2: The Wedding and Wedding Night
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Wedding and Wedding Night - This is a light-hearted saga beginning in the early 1960s about a couple madly in love and their good friend. Although the couple has to deal with their sexuality early on, they become comfortable with each other's sex and love. The husband is called upon to help his sister and his wife's sister with their sexual deficiencies.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Humor Incest Brother Sister InLaws Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking
Our wedding was gloriously low-key — a quick Saturday afternoon ceremony at the little restaurant we used to haunt for cheap date nights. Mark pulled some strings and got a local judge to do the honors. Rita’s mother refused to come because we weren’t getting married in the Church. (Apparently, God has strong opinions about venue choices.)Afterward, we drove straight to a charming French Quarter hotel, checked in around six, and immediately retreated to our room with its perfect view of Bourbon Street’s beautiful chaos.
Rita undressed slowly in front of me — not a strip-tease, but a slow, sensuous reveal that made my brain short-circuit. Her body was every bit as beautiful as I remembered from that tequila-fueled night in November: well-shaped titties that were just slightly pendulous, and a gloriously hirsute pussy crowned with thick black hair that matched the stuff on her head. She looked at me with those big, penetrating dark-brown eyes, and I nearly melted.
I attacked my own clothes like they owed me money, ripping off a couple of buttons in the process. My dick was already rock-hard and waving hello, with a little pre-cum oozing from the pee-hole like it was trying to get a head start.
We fell onto the bed without bothering to pull back the covers and started kissing and rubbing each other like we’d been waiting years (which, technically, we had). Her pussy was already nice and moist. I lined up, pushed in for the very first time ... and fired my load almost instantly, like a nervous rookie who’d forgotten how to aim.
Rita blinked. “Honey ... what happened?”
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