I got caught in the rain with my sister-in-law pt 2: the wedding

I turned on the shower and opened my phone. The photos were definitely there. I couldn’t believe it. Paula with her wet tits out, Paula with my cock on her face, Paula with my cum on her face, Paula with….. wait. The video was way longer than I expected. I opened it up and sure enough, when it dropped to the floor it caught everything. My cock sliding in, the moans, the thrusts, the shaking of her legs, the big finish. The angle was not what I would expect for a sex tape, but it was hot. I felt myself get hard again, but I held myself back. I was supposed to get lunch with my parents and I was running late.

At lunch I was surprised to see that my brother made it but not Paula. Turns out her hair needed more time to get ready for the afternoon after getting it wet. It was probably for the best. Eventually, I did see her again when we got to the ceremony, and seemed things had gone relatively back to normal. Almost like this morning never happened.

Then at the reception things got interesting. I met a girl named Jane at the bar and we started flirting. She’s a cute Korean girl that is related to the bride. Next thing you know I take her to the dance floor quipping jokes. Things were going well and we were dancing for a while when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

It was Paula. Her smile was sweet but her eyes were sharp.

“Mind if I steal my favorite brother-in-law for one dance?”

“Oh sure!” Jenny responded. “He’s all yours. I need another drink anyway.”

She smiled at me, I smiled back and she walked away.

“Nice girl.” I could fell something was different Paula.

“What are you jealous?”

“Pfft No.”

“Idk it sure sounds like you’re jealous.”

She swatted my arm.

“Ow!” I say with a chuckle. We always traded jabs like this. I used to think nothing of it but now I realize maybe that’s the kind of harmless teasing that quietly snowballed p to what happened this morning. I didn’t usually win so I was happy about this one.

There is a pause as she looks intently at her.

“She’s not prettier than me.”

I let the words hang for a second. She was right. Tonight Paula looked spectacular. She wore a green satin gown that accentuated her curves with an open back that exposed her soft skin from her neck down to her waist. Her beautiful curls were put up in some kind of bun that let two strands frame her face from either side.

“That she is not.”

“Great!” She smiled back into place, locking eyes with me again. Those dangerous green eyes. “Because I’d hate to think you were settling.”

She pressed her body closer to mine than necessary. My hand finding her exposed back as we swayed to the music.

“She’s pretty, I’ll give her that. And I won’t cock-block you… promise. Go have your fun.”

A pause, then her lips curved wickedly.

“But tell me honestly—do you think she’ll be half as good at sucking dick as I was this morning?”

“Paula.” I hissed at through my teeth, glancing around at the oblivious dancers around us. She leaned in until her mouth was at my ear.

“What? You haven’t even watched the video yet?”

Her tongue flicked the shell of my ear for half a second, just long enough to make my cock jump.

“I bet you’ve already jerked off to it twice.”

“Actually,” I managed, voice rougher than I wanted, “I haven’t.”

She pulled back just far enough to meet my eyes, surprise flickering before it melted into pure mischief.

“Liar,” she whispered, giggling low. Our bodies still close together as we swayed.

“You’re hard again. I can feel it. Was that for her… or because you’re remembering how I looked on my knees this morning?”

“I… uhhh,” I opened my mouth,but nothing clever came out. I had become putty in her hands.

“Tell me,” she pressed her lips to my ear again. Her voice velvety and soft. “you’re not getting hard because you’re imagining what would happen if I dragged you into the coat closet right now.”

I swallowed hard. “It’s summer here. There aren’t any coats.”

She smiled wickedly. “Even better.”

The song ended on queue. She let go and walked off the dance floor. Before I could think, my feet moved to follow her, adjusting the boner under my waistband as I tried to catch up. She grabbed her purse and headed towards the bathrooms with purpose. We slipped past the bar, and through the crowds of people. She didn’t slow until we reached a dimly lit hallway. A small brass plaque on the door read COAT CLOSET.

She paused, hand on the knob, glancing back at me with that same hungry, mischievous look from the rain-soaked morning.

“Last chance to back out.”

Without hesitation I grabbed the handle over her hand and pushed us through the door. We stumbled inside as the door clicked shut behind us, sealing the muffled thump of music and laughter outside.

Her back hit the wall first; our mouths crashed together as I pinned her there with my hips, grinding slow and deliberate so she could feel exactly how badly I wanted her. She moaned into my mouth as her hands searched into my jacket pulling me in.

Then I noticed it. To my surprise, a lone couch sat in the small room, probably left from some long-forgotten coat-check setup. I scooped her up by her thighs and she instinctively wrapped her legs around me. I carried her over and dropped her onto the cushions where she landed with a soft bounce. A smile of surprise across spread her face.

I sank to my knees between her legs, hands gliding up the smooth skin of her calves, pushing her dress inch by inch. My mouth followed with slow deliberate kisses

It shut behind us as we locked passionately into each other’s mouths. I pushed her down and knelt in front of her lifting up her dress kissing up her legs.

“Wait wait wait!” She said panting. I looked up. Her chest was heaving, her eyes wide.

“It’s not fair, it’s my turn to get something on my phone.”

Her fingers hastily reached into her small purse, whipping out her phone and pointing the camera at me. Framing my face between her parted thighs, the emerald dress bunched around her hips like spilled silk.

“You look so handsome.” She said with lust. “Go on.”

I responded with a wicked smile of my own.

I dove in, tongue flat and slow at first, lapping up the slick heat already pooling there. She moaned as I sucked her clit between my lips.

“God yes,” she gasped, fingers twisting in my hair. “I’m so fucking horny. I can feel it—my body’s begging for it.”

I traced my tongue around her labia, exploring every crevice, noting her breath as I traveled around sensitive areas. I placed my thumb against her opening, teasing it with pressure, feeling the wetness coat me. I switch to two fingers as I circled her clit. Slowly I inserted them, feeling her pussy fight it, then accept them. Her back arched as I curled them against the top wall, rubbing it back and forth. I could feel her hips chasing my mouth as her breathing got faster.

“You’re gonna make me come,” she whimpered. “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum.”

Within seconds her thighs calmed around me, my face stuck to her as I felt her pussy convulse around my fingers. a fresh rush of wetness coating my chin. I kept licking her through it until she was shaking, oversensitive and then begged me to stop.

I looked up with a devilish smile. She stopped recording and tossed her phone to the side as she rested her head back satisfied.

We both froze at the sound of footsteps and laughter passing in the hallway. Reality slammed back in.

“We have to go,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Now.”

She nodded. We got up and fixed ourselves. Then, we slipped out separately, rejoining the party as if nothing happened. She was back with my brother and I found Jane again. She gave me her room number. 1502. Told me to come by later for an after party. I wrote it down on my phone. She rejoined her friends, and I went back to my parents.

As the party was winding down, I headed towards the hotel which was a separate building nearby. As I approached the entrance, some cold drops of water hit my forehead. \*More rain?” I looked up instinctively. There Paula stood on the balcony three floors up, leaning on the railing with a glass of champagne in her hand. She smiled and waved.

“Success?” I asked.

“He’s passed out,” she called down. The sound of her voice fading a little as it reached my ears. “Completely useless tonight.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

She smiled.

“No you’re not.”

She walked back into her room. I made my way into the lobby with two numbers in my head. 1502 and whatever the hell suite my brother and Paula shared.

The elevator opened for me. I had a choice to make.