Turned out it was exactly what I needed.A quick bit about my sister and I: we get along, or got along, as in we really got along very well. We’d bot... been sexually active since our mid-teens. Well, she was anyway, if you can count sucking my brother’s cock. It sounds shocking to say it like that now, but at the time and in the light of what I haven’t said yet it seemed innocent and natural enough.Now you may have read between the lines when I said “got along”, I meant as in sexually. I don’t. Mine were kind of the same way but gravity had taken some of the "pert" out of them and they tended to stiffen up with the touch of any tongue. I didn't mind that but it made me look a bit "easy" to my happy lickers and I liked to have a bit of an air of mystery to me that kept them on their toes not certain if they were going to get lucky or not.Cindi showed up with her younger brother in tow. The teenager was only eighteen and still had some terrible acne on his face that made me remember my. Her legs were fanning in and out a little more and her pussy lips seemed to be more prominent. She reached under her dress and used her fingers to pry her pussy lips apart and she looked right at me then glanced around again. Then she gently caresses her pussy lips and clit area and her head fell back slightly as her eyes lids half closed with a look of pleasure and arousal on her face. I was really perspiring and just sitting there watching not having a clue if I should do anything at all. I. She said 'Yes!'.Four months later, I found myself married, horny, and for the first time about to do something about the latter besides mutual masterbation.Our wedding was... well, too long. The wedding and the reception afterwards lasted most of the afternoon and into the late night hours. I only wanted to get away from there and get down to the fun stuff with my wife Kate. Every time we tried to get away, someone would always bring us back. Another toast. Another dance. Talk to Kate's mother.