C3 Sisterly Love

Ray looked Tripp in the eye. 'Punch me now if you want your wife,' he thought. 'Otherwise, you're a cuckold.' Tripp looked down and then away but would not meet Ray's eye. Ray stepped off the dais and took a quick look over his shoulder as he did so. He saw the relieved look on Tripp's face.

Ray sat by himself through dinner. He listened to the semi-funny speeches of the best man and the matron of honor, Courtney Walsh. She was Kayleigh's sister, four years older than her. Kayleigh and Tripp opened the dancing with a slow number, ending with a very photogenic kiss. Ray clapped with all the others. Then they were joined on the dance floor by Courtney and her husband, Peter, another accountant.

With the ceremonial dances done, the music got faster, and a lot of the guests got up to dance. Ray went to the bar and joined Courtney's husband Peter, who was sipping a glass of white wine.

"Hi, I'm Ray Manning," he said. "I'm a friend of Kayleigh's."

"Hello," said Peter without enthusiasm.

"Kayleigh tells me that your wife Courtney is a flight attendant too – and with the same airline."

"Yes, Courtney and Kayleigh do everything together," said Peter. "Though Kayleigh got a big promotion recently, so she's more senior. I hear you had something to do with that."

"Kayleigh told me that Courtney is four years older," said Ray, ignoring the reference to his role in Kayleigh's promotion. "But they look very alike. Except that Kayleigh has dark hair and Courtney is a redhead."

'Yes, I noticed, Mr. Manning," said Peter, with a trace of sarcasm.

The music grew slow again and only couples remained on the dance floor, in tight clinches. Courtney came by to lead Peter to the floor. Ray stared down her plunging neckline at her cleavage, glancing at Peter boldly. Then accidentally on purpose, he brushed his forearm on one of her breasts. He made sure that Peter saw the moves on his wife.

Peter pretended not to see and quickly shuffled away with Courtney to the dance floor. 'Peter, you're another cuckold,' thought Ray. 'I can fuck your wife, and maybe I should.'

The lights were turned down. Kayleigh and Tripp were at the very center of the dance floor, swaying to the slow tempo. Ray waited out the first number before making his move. He sauntered out and tapped Tripp on the shoulder.

"May I cut in?" he asked. "I hope you'll share the bride. You'll have her all to yourself soon enough."

Ray's sexual innuendo was awfully clear. Kayleigh's firm cleavage was revealed by the low-cut white bodice of her wedding gown and Ray let his eyes rest very obviously on it. Then he turned to look Tripp in the eye. 'If you're a man, you'll tell me to go fuck myself,' thought Ray. It was calculatedly aggressive, and Tripp quickly gave in – he looked away and muttered, "OK, OK." Then to save some measure of face, he went on, "Just one dance, though."

Ray took Kayleigh in his arms even before the music came on. He put his left hand on one of her round buttocks and squeezed very noticeably as Tripp retreated, looking over his shoulder. Then for good measure, he cupped one of Kayleigh's firm breasts with his right hand and moved her smoothly as the music started.

"Don't, Ray," she whispered.

"Just relax," said Ray. "He'll be excited, not angry."

"How can you say that?"

Ray pulled her into a tighter clinch and pushed his crotch between her legs. She felt his growing erection through her wedding gown.

"He heard you cumming on the phone. I assure you he was jerking off."

"That's different! He didn't know you were fucking me!"

"Look at him. See if he reacts to what I'm doing to you."

Ray put his lips on Kayleigh's throat, just above her white choker and let his tongue run over the sensitive skin there.

"God, Ray!" she breathed.

She looked over his shoulder at Tripp. He stood there transfixed, not making a move to stop them. But the look on his face was not angry. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyes were a bit glazed. Had he had too much to drink?

Ray's one hand continued to knead Kayleigh's butt through her wedding gown. His other hand squeezed her breasts, one at a time, his fingers tracing her nipples through the bodice. Her nipples hardened and poked through the thin white fabric.

"Not wearing a bra, I see," murmured Ray. "I love your tits, so full, yet so firm."

His erection was rampant now and he pushed it in between her legs without subtlety, all the while moving smoothly to the music.

"My God, Ray!" she whispered. "You're getting me horny. Everyone can see us."

"Don't worry, the lights are low. They see us dancing close, they can't see what I'm doing to you."

"I'm getting wet, Ray!" she whispered, with a note of desperation. "My panties are …"

The number ended and Ray felt a tap on his shoulder. He released Kayleigh and turned expecting to see Tripp, but it wasn't the bridegroom. It was Courtney. Ray looked from one sister to the other, Kayleigh in her white bridal gown, Courtney in her pink bridesmaid's dress.

"Jesus!" he said. "You two look so alike."

"I'll dance the next number with you," said Courtney, ignoring what Ray said. "Kayleigh, you better go back to Tripp."

Kayleigh was not sure whether she was relieved or disappointed, but she said, "OK," and left them. The music started for the next number and Ray took Courtney into a tight clinch, continuing from where he had left off with Kayleigh.

"You're not subtle, are you?" said Courtney. "Are you a jealous old boyfriend of Kayleigh's?"

"Not jealous and not a boyfriend," said Ray, easily. "It's just sex. Kayleigh calls me whenever she's in the big city and I usually fuck her."

"Then why are you here?"

"Kayleigh invited me. I told her it was a bad idea, but she insisted."

"Well, don't be an asshole. Leave my sister alone, don't ruin her wedding day."

"She's a big girl, if she wants me to stop, she'll tell me."

"Well, I'm her big sister and I'm telling you."

"You two share everything, don't you? Including your men."

Courtney did not expect this, and she blushed so red, that for a moment, her face matched her hair.

"Kayleigh told you?"

"Yes. You slept with Tripp, her new husband."

"He wasn't her husband then!"

"He was her fiancé."

"It was just innocent fun. We were drinking and Kayleigh and I made a spur of the moment dare, nothing much to it. And it will never happen again, so don't make it sound sordid."

"Want some fun with another of Kayleigh's men tonight?"

"I'll do anything to get you to leave Kayleigh alone tonight."

"Even if she wants me?"

"I'll protect her from her weaknesses. It's what sisters do."

"What about your husband?"

"He doesn't have to know."

Ray pulled down Courtney's bodice to uncover one of her breasts and cupped it, running his thumbnail over the nipple. He squeezed her butt harder, all the while pushing his erection relentlessly between her legs. She felt the heat of his swollen cock through the folds of her bridesmaid's dress.

"Yes, he will certainly prefer not to know," he breathed in her ear.