I had spent the last day and a half travelling halfway around the world to come home and marry my childhood sweetheart. I had known Julie nearly all my life, but we sort of lost contact when she moved to another city to go to university. Now that she had graduated and moved back to our town, we got together again and our relationship quickly progressed from friends to lovers. It even came to the point that we decided we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together.

Julie had done well in university and as a result, she had landed her dream job. After our honeymoon, we would be living abroad, doing long-term research to reveal the effect of warm water sea currents on marine wildlife. I had already sold my condo to pay for our new home and for the last month, I had been doing preparations in our new house and done some networking. Being away from Julie had made me realize how much I missed her presence. If I had any doubts before, now I was sure I had to have her, no matter how much I had to give up for her. It had been hard to be so far away from my loving family, not able to enjoy their hospitality, their warm love, and their insatiable pussies.

However, I will have to get used to it. Julie isn’t like us. She would never understand.

I got up, groaning. The muscles in my back protested, cramped as they were from a night spent on my sister’s bedroom floor. Anne had offered to let me sleep in her bed with her, but I politely declined her offer and instead opted for the sleeping bag and camping mattress. I was really jet-lagged and had only slept for maybe two hours, but I felt quite refreshed and ready for this very important day.

My sister was awake too, but was still lying on her bed. She had pulled back the blankets so her naked body was basking in the morning light. She was lazily masturbating her soaked pussy, making little wet noises as her fingers pumped in and out her fleshy vagina. I was quite familiar with my sister’s vagina. I knew what it felt like and I knew how it tasted. It was the vagina I had lost my virginity in and fucked thousands of times in the years after. It was also one of the vaginas I would never fuck again.

Still, I couldn’t stop myself from watching my sister masturbate. It was such a sexy view, the way she fucked herself with one hand and pinched her nipple with the other. She knew I was watching her and made sure I’d enjoy the show, probably hoping to get me so aroused, I’d jump in her bed and fuck her brains out. My cock surely wanted to. It was already standing at full mast, throbbing and leaking precum. But today was the day I was getting married, the day I would start my new life. It would be a real test of character not to fuck my sister’s delicious snatch one last time. But, even though I knew I shouldn’t, I kept watching.

Not satisfied by the pleasure provided by her fingers, she picked up her favourite vibrator from her bedside stand and put it in her mouth. She licked it to make it wet with her saliva and then rubbed the rounded tip of the pink cylinder between her swollen labia. She twisted the end and a soft buzzing sound filled the bedroom. Then she slid the tip between her lips again and let it sink deep inside her pussy. Anne was moaning out loud now and began to push her hips in the air as she rubbed her clit while she pushed the vibrator in and out her cunt. With her knees wide spread, she made sure I had a marvelous view between her legs. Her pussy looked really attractive and my resolve began to wane. I had to leave.

Fleeing my sister’s bedroom, I walked into the bathroom to take a refreshing cold shower. Even though I had turned the water temperature really low, my erection wouldn’t go away. It was still hard as steel when I exited the shower a few minutes later. I really hoped it would go down soon, otherwise I’d look really awkward in my suit. As I was contemplating if I should jack it off, my dad entered the bathroom. His cock was swollen too, although not erect and wet with pussy juice.

“Looks like you need some release, son. Why don’t you go in our bedroom and fuck your mom a bit? I’ve just been fucking her for almost an hour, but she keeps begging for more.”

“I can’t, Dad. Today I’m getting married and I’ll be Julie’s alone.” I said as I was toweling myself dry.

“Too bad, son. She’s really horny today! Are you really sure?” he shouted from the shower.

“Yes, Dad. I’m going to start a normal family with Julie, so no, I’m not going to fuck Mom.” I shouted back.

Dad pulled back the curtain and stuck his head out. He had an expression of absolute amazement.

“Now, why on earth would you want to do a stupid thing like that?” he asked.

“It is simple, Dad. I love Julie more than all the pussy in the world. I’d rather give up Mom and the rest than make my Julie unhappy.”

He thought about this for a minute, and then shook his head.

“Okay, I’ll ask your brother ... At least he’s still sane.” he said and popped back under the shower.

I chuckled at that remark and tossed my towel in the hamper.

“If you’re not going to fuck your Mom or Anne, you might want to put on a jockstrap to keep that snake under control.” he yelled his advice.

“Thanks, Dad. I will. And hurry up, will you? The photo shoot is at 10:00.”

“All right, keep your skirt on; I’ll be ready in a sec. Just let me wash Mr. Happy here first.”

I got back in the bedroom to get dressed. Anne was still writhing on the bed, cumming as she kept fucking her pussy with the buzzing pink vibrator. I did my best to ignore her as I put on my new handmade suit. We were finished around the same time.

“Looking sharp, bro, are you sure you don’t want a quick blowjob before the big event? It’d be much more comfortable than that jockstrap.”