Shattered Taboos

She barely heard the instruction he was giving on what would happen when they all sat in the pews at the front of the chapel and went over the ceremony. It was a good thing she’d been through this several times. Strangely enough, framed by what she’d seen that morning between sister and brother, Charlotte’s thoughts had gone to her own two brothers, one a year and a half older than she was and one two years younger. Could she see herself lying under either one of them. They both were handsome and athletic—and she knew they were sexually active.

She was stretched out on top of him—Ian?—on the bed, her back pinned to his chest, his arms around her, his hands squeezing her breasts. Her back was arched and her buttocks drawn up to give his cock a straight angle deep into her anal passage. But it wasn’t just the two of them. Her legs were hooked on the shoulders of the man kneeling between her thighs, working her clit and cunt with his mouth, gliding his hands up her belly to meet with the hands of the other man in squeezing her breasts and working her nipples. She was close to an explosion when the man between her thighs moved his hands to her ankles, spread and raised her legs, and, standing and crouching over her torso, thrust deep inside her, splitting her puffy labia, and began to pump. Daniel, her older brother. It couldn’t be, but turning her head, her lips being captured by the man under her, the man whose cock was pumping her anal passage, she saw the face of younger brother David. She writhed in pleasure at the intimate attention of her two magnificently equipped brothers.

“As the only female attendant, you will leading the procession, Charlotte. Ian and the best man will already be in place and I will signal . . . Charlotte, are you with us?”