Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2004 11:46:19 -0800 (PST) From: Sidra Mayfaire Subject: Wedding Jitters Cured The following is a work of fiction. All characters and situations are straight from my imagination. Any semblance to real people and/or events is purely coincidental. I would appreciate any feedback. Please feel free to contact me at: sidra_mayfaire@yahoo.com Wedding Jitters, Cured by Sidra Mayfaire An onslaught of flaming magenta filled Melanie's line of vision. Several blinks allowed her to distinguish contrasting hair colors and faces. Frowning, she lay a hand on the nearest bridesmaid. "What's going on?" she asked. "Omigosh! Mel!" the girl squealed, turning around. "Thank goodness you're here! Nobody knows what's up. Your sister locked herself into the room about half of an hour ago. She won't let any of us in." "It's probably just pre-wedding jitters," Melanie said reassuringly. As she pushed towards the closed door, however, her thoughts were filled with concern. Her sister had always been so certain of herself that she made a dictator look like a non-housebroken puppy. Pre-wedding jitters just didn't jive with the girl she knew. "Syd?" she queried, knocking on the door. "Syd, it's Melanie, your sister." A strangled half moan, half whimper came softly from the other room. Melanie knocked again. "Syd? Sydney! Will you let me in?" Her plea was met with momentary silence. A small click sounded as the lock was undone. Sighing relievedly, Melanie pushed her way in. Her heels were barely past the threshhold when the door was slammed shut and the lock thrown into place. A blur of white and albaster sped by her. The form collapsed in a pitiful taffeta and lace pile in one corner. "Syd," the older girl said gently. She crossed the room and took hold of the bride's trembling hands. "This simply won't do. Come on, tell your big sister what's the matter." Sydney Chambers offered no resistance as she was pulled to her feet. She was vaguely aware of her sister's hands smoothing her auburn hair back and out of her face. That same hand gently wiped away her tears. Lips like tulip blooms touched softly against her cheek. As Melanie pulled away, Syd took a good look at her sister. Half of a glance revealed that the girls were from the same stock. Both had tall, slim bodies that were like willows in the moonlight. High, elegant cheekbones rested beneath wide moss green eyes. Their hair was the same shade of sunbeams striking copper. Sydney, however, imagined differences that escaped everyone else. The younger sister had always been swift and athletic. As such, she perceived her body as leaner and less shapely than that of her sibling. She, Sydney, was like an unpolished surfboard. Her sister's body was like gently sloping hills. Even now, she could see the curves of the other's breasts pressing at the sides of her blouse. "This is horrible!" Syd blurted, her eyes taking in her sister's body. Her hands gestured to the corset and hoop skirt that adorned her own form. "I'm not like you! You're all pretty and feminine. I don't have any shape at all! Who am I trying to kid with all this...this...fluff? I look like a boy!" She broke into a sob. Melanie pulled her into an embrace. Murmuring softly, she rubbed the exposed skin of her sister's back. She didn't notice that Sydney shivered or that goosebumps rose along her entire body. "Sydney, that simply isn't true. You have a gorgeous body." "Not like yours - " "No. Better. I mean, look at this flat stomach of yours." Melanie lay a hand over the area of discussion. "I'll bet the corset was Mom's idea, huh?" Sydney surprised herself with a laugh. The sisters smiled. Their mother had always wanted daughters that were girly-girls. Melanie hadn't been quite a problem, at least not in regards to fashion. Syd had been quite the frustration with her tomboy ways. The wedding, with its lace and pink overtones, was probably an overzealous attempt to rectify this. "Here," Melanie continued, pulling away and examining her sister, "let's see what we can do to make this more about you." Very gently, she turned so that they were both facing the full length mirror. She began by unzipping the huge hoop skirt, then asking Syd to step out of it. The movement revealed long, slim legs. A line blinked in and out of sight as the muscles flexed with the younger sister's step. After a moment, Sydney's reflection showed her wearing only a lacy white thong and a corset. Her face flushed. "Oh, none of that!" Melanie chided. She rubbed the other girl's back reassuringly. With the motion, she tried not to reveal that she wanted to stare at her sister's partially exposed body. In spite of herself, she did lay her palms softly against the bare buttocks. "Wow, Syd," she breathed, "you're in great shape. And your skin is so soft!" Not waiting for a response, she moved on. With slow, fluid motions, she began to undo the cords of the corset. Once the ties were loose enough, she ran her hand beneath the fabric and along her sister's back. She noticed Sydney shiver and her knees buckle. For a moment, her mind shut down and she whisked the corset off of her sister. The younger girl was now wearing nothing but her thong. Her eyes were closed. Though her cheeks were flushed, the color was no longer from embarrassment. Melanie noted the soft rise and fall of Sydney's chest. She took in the girl's modest, 32B breasts. She noticed that the mounds were topped with pale pink nipples, and that these were hardened into points. Most of all, Melanie was aware that she could smell her sister's arousal. "You look beautiful, Syd," she whispered. "I wish you could see exactly how gorgeous you are." With that, Melanie stepped forward. Her own eyes closed as she covered her sister's lips with her own. She encountered no resistance as she pushed her tongue into the other girl's mouth. Languidly, she stroked this along the back of Syd's teeth. After a moment, she felt her sister's tongue shyly seeking her own. Melanie moaned as they kissed deeply. One hand lifted to twist the other girl's nipples. Groaning, Sydney pressed against her sister. They lowered gently to the floor, their mouths never parting. Sydney's hands reached for the buttons of Melanie's blouse. "No," the older girl breathed. She pulled away, resting a finger against the other's mouth to silence the protests. She smiled. "You're the bride. This day is all about you." She rotated so that Sydney lay beneath her. Her tongue focused on the belly button set in the girl's flat stomach. Melanie drew lazy, wet circles as her hands grabbed and squeezed her sister's breasts. The smell of Syd's arousal was growing greater by the second. Eventually, a small mew escaped the girl. "Mel," she whimpered, "please. I need... Oh, let me taste you!" Smiling, Melanie reached beneath her own skirt. She removed only her panties, whose colors were darkened by her wetness. She held the fabric to her nose as she allowed her finger to push in and out of her aching pussy. With an effort, she stopped herself and brought the finger to her sister's mouth. "There, my little darling," she cooed, "taste my sweet juices." Sydney sucked hungrily on the proffered digit. The fluids were gone in seconds, but she continued to suck. Melanie felt her finger start to dully ache. She found it to be a pleasant sensation. Although she had intended to tease her sister into wanting her more, she found that she couldn't hold back. Lifting her skirt with her free hand, she manuevered to replace her finger with the source of her wetness. "Here, my darling, my baby girl. Eat me, baby. Suck all of my juices from my aching pussy!" Sydney grabbed her sister's ass with both hands and pulled her to sit on her face. Melanie found herself jamming her fist in her mouth to stifle her scream of pleasure. Her eyes rolled backwards as she felt her sister's tongue invading her cunt. Against all expectations, she then felt the extension slither its way towards her ass. It traced the shape, slowly and teasingly. Melane groaned as she felt her anus penetrated. "Oh...oh...Syd!" she breathed. She doubled forward, moving aside the fabric of her sister's thong. Biting down on the clitoris, she jammed four fingers into her sister's hole. The younger girl screamed in ecstasy. The sound was muffled by Melanie rubbing her pussy all over her face. "Lick my pussy," Mel breathed after awhile. She could feel the insides of her body growing warm and tight. Her orgasm was getting ready to explode from her. "I'm going to come, baby...make me come!" She felt her insides tighten, then wave after wave of hot, sticky fluid swept out of her pussy. This spurred on Sydney's own orgasm, as Melanie sucked more violently on her aching clitoris. In rhythm to the fingers she was pushing in and out of her sister's pussy, Melanie inserted a single digit into the girl's anus. Sydney's climax was muffled by her sister's fluid filling her mouth. "Oh, Mel...Mel, that was so wonderful. Mel, what are you doing?" While her sister was still coming down from her orgasm, Melanie slid down the length of her body. She pushed against Syd's legs, eventually bringing them to rest on her shoulders. Passionately, she flicked her tongue over the younger girl's anus. She used her hands to stimulate Syd's clitoris, and to penetrate her soaking wet pussy. Sydney used her own pair of panties to muffle her cries, which were numerous to match her orgasms. The wedding ended up being cancelled. Sydney cited feeling too young, at 20, to be married, and wanting to finish her college education. She moved in with her older sister while going to school. The two girls spent many nights pretending they were on their wedding night, bringing each other to multiple climaxes.