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Here Cums the Bride... (An Unexpected Admirer Pt.[This story follows on from the fantasy I wrote with a friend about a horny bridesmaid. It can sort of be read on its own but makes more sense following the previous chapter] The sounds of the wedding reception still fill the corridors and stairwell. Other guests at the hotel are moving to and fro, but no-one paying too much notice. As Rachel walks along though, one of the young ushers appears at the top of the stairs. He is a cocky young teen, barely legal but has been making sure to get his share of the alcohol on offer. He walks along towards her, his eyes glazed, only half noticing her apparently. 'Having a good night?' He grins, leering openly at her bust in the dress...Rachel feels deeply self-conscious. She recognises the k** from before, but doesn't really know him. Some relative of her new brother-in-law. But she's worried. His 'having a good night?' feels like a loaded question, like he knows what she's been up to. Damn, it must be really obvious, she thinks. She was going to walk past him with her head down, avoiding eye contact, but now she feels she can't. So she stops in the corridor and looks at him, trying to play it cool. 'I am, in fact' she says...'Are you?'He leans against the wall a couple of feet ahead of her, eyeing her up and down, his inhibitions clearly obliterated by the booze he's been availing himself of. 'Yeah, it's awesome. Been getting to know alot of the ladies really well, you know what I mean?' His bravado is transparently a front, but he doesn't realise how corny he sounds. 'I was wanting to get a dance with you though before you disappeared earlier. I danced with your sister and told her I loved the idea of a pair of sisters...' He laughs at his attempt at humour and goes back to eyeing her quietly.Rachel sees that he's as green as grass, trying to play the cool k**, inhibitions released by the alcohol which is glazing over his eyes. She decides to respond with world-weary cynicism, playing her card as the older experienced woman. "Like you're the first to have that thought' she says. But she can't help but be a little flattered that this boy, several years her junior, is so obviously finding her attractive, with or without the benefit of the booze. So she stands there and holds his gaze, watching his eyes moving up and down her body.He laughs and shakes his head heavily 'nah, I know it's not new, but I still think it's totally hot, like. Your sis said she couldn't risk getting caught on her big day with me, see? She was totally up for it, I'm telling you. How about you, though? Better than most of the old geezers here, aren't I?' He pushes off the wall and makes a show of displaying his body, in a kilt outfit that has loosened off as the night wears on.Rachel bursts out laughing at his ridiculous bravado, as if her sister had actually said any such thing. Even though Rachel has to admit to herself that he's actually not a bad looking k**, standing there in his tartan. She says he's slightly hurt by her laughter, he looks a little sheepish, but figures that he won't remember it in the morning and doesn't feel too bad. Then the thought occurs to her that he can actually be put to good use, this boy who fancies her. She's been wondering how she can possibly go down the staircase without some emergency fixing of her hair and dress. Her sister is the only person here she trusts to help her and not to ask too many questions about why she needs the help. 'Do you know where my sister is now?' she says to the boy. 'If you go and get her and send her up here to see me, then maybe I'll be grateful later on'. And she winks at him, implicitly writing a cheque that she has no intention of him ever being able to cash. 'Think of it as your last usher's duty of the day.'He was indeed looking very sheepish at her laugh filling the hallway, embarrassed at being shot down by her, doubly so with the chance that other guests might hear his bubble burst in such an overt way. He immediately perks up his expression when he hears her voice change to something altogether more conspiratorial. His eyes fix on her again and then move from her bust up to her lips and face. He nods excitedly, before crossing his arms 'I can go get her. She was dancing with your man the last time I saw her. Should be easy enough. How about payment up front though?' It's his turn to grin as his eyes, glazed as they are, drop to the long dark stains on the bodice section of her dress...'Not a chance' she laughs at him again. 'If I pay you up front, how do I know you'll do it?' 'I'm just going to be at the end of the corridor here...' And she motions towards a quiet corner far away from the noise of the staircase, where she knows there's a set of toilets. She figures that if she can get fixed up in there, she'll be able to go downstairs without it being too obvious, as it clearly is to this k**, what she's been doing. She's cheered by the news that her husband has been dancing with her sister. Hopefully, he won't have missed her too much if he's been preoccupied. She can still get away with this and not get caught, she thinks. 'So go on then...' she motions the boy down the stairs, and turns to walk away in the direction she said.'I swear I'll do it. On anybody's life!' His almost playground innocence surfaces for a second, before it's replaced by obvious sexual frustration. 'Oh come on, please, just something, eh? Wouldn't want me to go down there and fetch the wrong person by accident, if you know what I mean?' He walks away from the stairs, alongside her, passing her uncle's room. 'I think it's only fair, you know... half now, half later!' He grins, very pleased with himself, not even looking at her now, playing the obstreperous k** to maximum effect. Rachel is frustrated. He's treading a fine line between horny innocent k** and sexual predator. His pestering grates on her. But she needs him. She really doesn't want to go down in her current state. She drags him to a side passage by some fire doors, away from any gaze. 'A kiss' she says. "That's all...then later...we'll see'.He tenses up and smiles enthusiastically, it's not clear how far he means to blackmail her or whether he is just totally inhibited, but either way he lets himself be pulled into the alcove next to the extinguishers and fire door. It's dark and cold, and his hands are immediately on her hips, his young fingers digging into the thick silk. 'Ok then, sure, sounds fair...' He licks his lips quickly and leans in close, eyes wide and expectant. 'What am I doing?' thinks Rachel to herself, instantly seeing how one transgression is leading to another, but wanting to keep it all under control. Still, what harm can it do, a kiss? It's nothing in comparison with what she's just done with her uncle. So she leans into him and kisses him on the lips, her hands barely grazing the side of his waist, the kiss just a perfunctory touching of the lips. But as soon as she's broken off she realises that can't be enough, and so she leans back in, mouth open this time, her left hand cupping the side of his face. And she kisses him, gently but with quiet passion, for about 30 seconds, her tongue probing into his mouth. As she breaks off, she sees the way his eyes have lit up, and feels pleased she can have this effect. 'There...' she says.His body goes solid at the first touch of the kiss, only to frown as she pulls back. His protest is caught off guard with the second kiss, his body writhing excitedly against her, his hands pulling at her hips, his kilt tenting quickly as he grinds himself against her older body. He breathes through his nose, his breath hot and hard against her skin, his young smooth face so different from that she's just been acquainted with. He leans back against the wall and licks his glistening lips 'Fuck that was epic...' he sighs. His hands making a cheeky attempt to squeeze her rear as he moves aside. 'So you'll just be up here, yeah?' He asks, his cock causing an obscene right angle of tartan to show infront of him. 'I'll go get her..' He says, smiling. Rachel watches him head off. 'Epic'...she laughs to herself. He's kind of sweet, in his own half-cut way. It amuses her how little it took for her to give him an erection. It's so much harder work at home these days. As he heads off towards the staircase, Rachel walks towards the end of the corridor, being careful to see that she isn't observed. There are a couple of individual toilet units, each with their own private washbasin and mirror. She opens the door to the ladies one - it's quite roomy; perfect, she thinks, for her sister to fix up her hair and dress in private. And so slips inside and waits, leaving the door ajar.Minutes pass by and there is silence in the corridor outside. A door opens and closes somewhere down the way, but no other noise can be found. Eventually though, there comes the sound of footsteps, and a dress unmistakeably gliding down the hallway. 'She's in there, I told her I'd bring you right to her. Maybe I should help you get in there too?' Rachel hears the voice of her young admirer being shushed by her sister, before he groans and is sent away. 'Room 717' he calls out, loudly enough for them to hear, laughing through his frustration. The door of the cubicle slips open and a white dress fills the void. 'Rachel, are you in here? What's the matter?' Catriona calls out softly. 'Thanks for coming, sis' Rachel says. 'I'm sorry to drag you away. I just wonder...' now it's Rachel's turn to look a little sheepish '...if you can help me pin my hair back up like it was'. And Rachel ushers Catriona into the toilet and gives her a look as if to say 'I can't really explain, don't ask'.'Rachel... what the... what have you done to yourself?' Catriona asks, at the same time as she spins her big sister around and starts to unpick the pins, trying to redo them. 'Seriously, you'd be better going back to your room and just changing to another evening thing. This is a mess!' Catriona pulls the pins out, biting a few of them as she tries to style Rachel's hair back up. 'Wouldn't you be better wearing it long like this?' She asks, through her gritted teeth of pins'You think?' says Rachel. 'You don't think you can do it back up like it was?' And she turns round and looks at Catriona, letting her see the stained front of the purple fabric of her dress. 'Maybe you're right' she says. 'I'm not sure this will clean up easily either'.Catriona is halfway through explaining that she can't get it back the way it was as Rachel turns. 'Oh God, how did this happen, what even is that?!' Catriona exclaims, her mind clearly not on the same plane as her sister's yet, still a bit obsessed with the running of her big day. She reaches out to run her fingers over the dark, damp patches.'It's...' Rachel lets the sentence tail off, having no idea how to finish it. She feels guilty, seeing her beautiful sister here, on her wedding day, in her pure white dress, knowing that at this moment her fingers are innocently touching the sticky residue of her uncle's pre-cum. Her sweet sister being sullied by Rachel's own transgression. And yet something about that fact in itself is curiously arousing to Rachel, as she stands watching Catriona's fingers softly rest on the stained fabric of the dress.Catriona's fingers drag softly over the fabric, her soft fingertips and perfectly manicured nails swirling over the stains. 'Feels sticky, Rachel. This is never going to come out of this, certainly not tonight...' She pulls her hand back and runs a little of the slick moisture around in her fingers, near Rachel. Catriona's eyes flicker up to her sister's, inquisitively, trying to figure out what Rachel is holding from her. 'You'll totally need to get changed. Do you have another dress you can use?' Catriona asks quietly, still judging the shining fluid on her fingers. 'Yes, sure' says Rachel distractedly, watching Catriona rub the sticky substance between her fingers, Rachel knowing very well what it is. Rachel wonders how on earth she is going to explain changing her dress. But then she realises that she can tell something truthful...it was heavy and tight on her, she'd been wearing it all day, and at this stage of the evening she wanted to be in something a little more comfortable. The truth always makes the best lie. 'I have another evening dress' says Rachel, 'if this one can't be fixed'.Catriona nods and says absently how that would be for the best, just as she does, she raises the fluid tipped fingers to her nose and sniffs at it. There is not much odour coming from it, but there is just a hint of something primal, enough that Rachel might see a small tremble creep across Catriona's shoulders. She has a sense that she shouldn't have it so close to her face, whatever it is, and is surprised at her usually prim and tightly wound sister behaving so furtively. 'Well I'm sure you'll be more comfortable in your other dress, then...' She raises an eyebrow as she locks Rachel in her sight, taking only a small half step to allow her past.. Rachel moves to step past her sister, but stops. Their bodies are close, dress fabric brushing against each other. Rachel is worried that a little bit of the substance might get on the wedding dress. She pauses, looking Catriona in the eye. 'Sis, this is just between you and me, right...?'Catriona's expression is an odd mixture of severity and alarm, worried about Rachel but wanting to know what is going on, and frustrated at the disruption to her evening. She feels the pressure of dress on dress in this tight cubicle, Catriona's perfume still strong and filling their nostrils. She reaches out with the hand she has touched the dress with and curls Rachel's hair behind her ear. 'I think so... you're my sister, I just want...' Her voice trails off as she still tries to read Rachel's expression. Her own skin is flushing inexplicably. Rachel looks at Catriona intently. Her younger sister looks so pretty on her big day - Rachel is intensely proud of her. But she's conscious that Catriona has sticky pre-cum on her fingers, and it arouses her that it is now being used to brush her own hair round her ear. 'I don't have any secrets from you sis' says Rachel 'you know that...it's just hard to explain right now'. And she reaches out and takes Catriona's hand in hers and looks at it. 'Let me clean those fingers' for you, she says softly, half thinking to wash them in the basin. But then she does something inexplicable, even to her. She lifts them up to her mouth and puts them in, licking them clean with her tongue, her eyes never leaving Catriona's.Catriona watches powerlessly as Rachel gently holds her hand and wrist and raises her hand to those soft lips, the warm moisture surrounding her fingers causing Catriona's mouth to gape open in surprise. Her breathing is getting faster, her bust heaving against the wedding dress, looking every inch the bodice buster... 'Rachel.... Rachel, Jesus... what are you....' Her bottom lip trembles as Rachel reaches her wedding ring, gleaming brilliantly under the spot lights. She knows this is not right, she knows she should pull away, but the sight of her sister behaving so unusually is captivating in its own way. So she doesn't move, her other hand resting on the sink by her side for stability.Rachel can taste her uncle on her sister's fingers...the same taste that his cock had when it was in her mouth, on her knees in the room hardly 45 minutes before. The effect on her of being able to taste him on Catriona is electrifying. She thought she had worked off all her pent up sexual energy this evening, but she's finding more than she's ever had before. Catriona's shocked reaction ought to make her back off, to make an excuse, to leave quickly. But something about that shock has the opposite effect - she's never really done anything that could get her sister so shocked in the whole of her life; she's always been the good girl. Rachel releases Catriona's fingers from her lips, and gently guides her hand back down to her side. But Rachel's other hand, almost involuntarily, is tracing a line along the wedding dress, from Catriona's waist up her side. Rachel drinks in the beautiful body of the girl in front of her. 'You really do look stunning today sis' she says.Catriona's eyes are wide and doe-like, sensing the change in Rachel's psyche with each swirl of her hot, wet tongue around her french manicure. She tries to step back a little with the new attention that Rachel is lavishing on her, but she finds herself unable to. The cubicle is too small, their dresses too large and heavy. Her head cocks down to see Rachel's hand languidly rising up the curve of her dress, feeling the pressure below her breast, the breath catching in her throat as she feels her sister's hand cupping the swell at her chest. 'I... eh... Thanks, Thank you Rachel, you look wonderful too, sis...' Catriona blurts out, realising too late that it might be oil to the fire she senses behind Rachel's eyes. She hasn't even seen such intensity in her new husband's eyes. The thought hits her hard and is oddly curious as much as alarming. Catriona's other hand moves from the sink and grasps Rachel's other wrist, for whose benefit she can't be sure right now...'Do I really...?' says Rachel, in a way that sounds half genuine question and half teasing. She traces the fingers on her free hand above her sister's breasts, working soft patterns on the exposed skin of her shoulder and upper arm, brushing back her long dark hair. Everything tender, and sisterly...and yet, it sends a tingle down Rachel's spine that she's never felt before. 'That dress must be uncomfortable on you now...?' she says, questioningly. 'I know that mine is..." Catriona's eyes close instinctively with Rachel's gentle, tender caressing of her body, skin on skin, Rachel's skin so pale but feeling on fire. Catriona feeling a cool touch of air as her hair is brushed back and her shoulders exposed more. Her hand on Rachel's wrist is moving down to her hand, massaging Rachel's free hand with hers, uncertain why but it feels natural. She tells herself it's just to try to soothe and calm her big sister down. Her head tilts back a little as she lets a deep breath out, replying to Rachel's loaded enquiry 'Yes, sis, it's quite... constraining... but I can't get changed yet, mum and dad want me to pose with David before everyone leaves, later...' She says, her mind clearly elsewhere, focused on the feeling of her flesh tingling to the touch.Catriona's instinct that Rachel needs calming down is right, but her touch has the opposite effect. Rachel no longer feels in control of what she is doing, and his sister's hand on hers feels like an encouragement, rather than anything designed to cool her off. 'If you like' Rachel says, looking at Catriona's heaving breasts 'I could just loosen it for you, give you a few minutes respite...' And as she leaves the thought hanging in the air, she leans in a little closer to her sister and smiles, her chest beginning to press against Catriona's...Catriona sighs at the feeling of their chests meeting firmly, their dresses boning creaking and moving, causing both of the pair to show distinctly deep cleavage. 'Rachel... I... ' Catriona utters, her eyes falling deeply into the valley between Rachel's larger breasts, biting her lower lip gently, clearly confused by the whole situation, but not enough to pull away again. 'Maybe that would help, maybe even a little help with the skirt, it's so unwieldy, sis...' Catriona replies, knowing deep in the pit of her stomach that this is a mistake, even if güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri she can't quite bring herself to see the obvious infront of her own eyes.Rachel smiles tenderly, disengages her hand from her sister's, and reaches round behind her with both hands, beginning to work open the closures fastening the wedding dress at the back. It would be a lot easier if she turned Catriona around, but Rachel enjoys the opportunity to let her fingers fumble around behind her sister, taking some time to find the catch, being clumsy. Meanwhile their breasts are pressed tight together, and their faces barely three inches apart. After she's loosened enough of the closures, Rachel sees the front of the dress begin to fall open a little, giving her sister more breathing room, exposing more of her perfectly formed breasts. 'There' she says 'I'm sure that feels a lot better'...even though she can see that her sister is, if anything, far more flushed and uncomfortable than when she walked in. "Would you like me to take a little of the weight of the skirt off you...?'Catriona feels her big sister envelop her as Rachel fumbles with the hooks holding the bodice of her dress closed. She is breathing faster, almost ragged. As Rachel presses herself against Catriona, Catriona can't help but rest her forehead against her sister's, feeling the heat radiating off her. She can't help but sigh contentedly and admit that the loosening of the dress is a godsend after so long stuck in it, but her sister's interest in her chest is still a little concerning. Despite herself, though, Catriona smiles meekly 'Thanks, Rach... it does feel better... and yes, if you could just for a moment, that would be so good of you...' Catriona pulls her head back and takes more of a step back, to create a little room between the pair now. Rachel reaches both hands down and takes up the heavy silk of the hem of the dress, lifting it up off the floor. She places her hands softly on Catriona's ankles, and then gently slides them up her legs, Rachel's arms taking the weight of the folds of silk as they accumulate, resting on her forearms. When Rachel's hands reach Catriona's outer thighs a little above her knees, they stop, feeling the soft fabric of her sister's stockings, her smooth legs beneath. Rachel crouches a little as she bears the weight of the skirt, her face about level with Catriona's breasts. Her sister's heels and legs are visible for the first time this evening. 'There' she says 'is that better?'Catriona leans back against the cubicle frame and sighs, obviously feeling the weight lift from her hips. As Rachel's hands rise, her head peeks over the mass of fabric rising up, feeling the warm, hot hands of Rachel passing the lace of her holdups. The new skin on skin causes her hips to wiggle as she feels a visible shiver pass through her. Her heels click on the tiled floor as Rachel steadies herself. Catriona is only too aware of the predatory edge in Rachel's gaze and voice. 'Yes, that is heavenly, thank you... ' Catriona's voice coos, despite all her racing thoughts, she can't deny the pleasurable feeling that is emanating from her at the moment, almost like she is seeing herself from a distance..Catriona fans herself with her hands as she feels her sister support the weight of her dress, however unusually. 'Oh I just need another minute. Standing in it is one thing, dancing with it is quite another! And, you know, your husband is quite the dancer too... had me quite out of breath!' Catriona laughs gently to herself and looks down at Rachel tenderly. 'You look so sweet with your hair down, sis. I liked it up and styled, but this is more... I don't know, natural.' Catriona tugs the bodice of her dress up a little, conscious of Rachel's face inches from her breasts.Rachel feels a pang of jealousy when her sister mentions her husband being a good dancer. It's ridiculous, as she's only too well aware, given her infidelity not half an hour ago with her uncle in the room just down the corridor. But she feels her face flush a little at the thought of her pretty younger sister being whirled around the dance floor by her husband, and, apparently, enjoying it. But somewhere behind the jealousy there's something else, the outline of a different feeling, its heat rising through her inflamed mind. Her sister and her husband. Could there be any attraction there? There's no doubt that the girl standing in front of her is exceptionally beautiful. Why wouldn't something in him be aroused by her, in her wedding dress, being spun around the floor. Rachel looks up into Catriona's eyes, those dark pools, and wonders if there's more going on in there than she he ever realised. 'He did?' says Rachel. 'And just how...' the choice of word is difficult, and even as she utters it she thinks she might have chosen the wrong one, '...vigorously did you too dance together then?'Catriona giggles and rolls her eyes, obviously imagining some energetic waltzing around the dancefloor. 'Oh, well you know your Alexander better than me, once he starts off on the floor, he likes to be the best out there!' She laughs to herself again, fanning her face and throat again, before noticing the intensity in her sister's gaze. 'Oh, I mean it wasn't anything like... I mean I don't want you to think... just he had me quite glowing after one of the band's numbers...' She stutters a little and clears her throat. 'I... I think I'm probably alright now, if you want to let go of the dress...' She says quietly, feeling a little like a deer caught in the crosshairs. Catriona's assurances, the fact that she needs to give them at all, and the clumsy way they're delivered, suggest to Rachel the very opposite of what her sister wants her to believe. 'Glowing' thinks Rachel, rolling the word around in her mind like wine in a glass. 'Glowing'. Rachel needs to free up her arms from the weight of the dress, so she lets its heavy folds gently sink to the ground until they're touching the floor, and Rachel can straighten herself up. She sweeps her hand through her long dark hair, slowly, brushing it back off her forehead and shoulders. She looks deep in thought, her eyes misty, but then they drift to her sister, standing there looking so pretty on her big day, her pale skin shining in the light of the room, and she has a moment of startling clarity. The jealousy she felt wasn't over her husband at all. 'My dress also feels heavy...' she says with some deliberation, and leans back as far as the narrow cubicle will allow, looking at Catriona with expectation.Catriona's chest is rising quickly still, her heart obviously pounding in her chest, her nervy response giving her inner thoughts away to her big sister, thoughts she thought she had suppressed about her brother in law. She feels guilt but is relieved when Rachel's expression seems to soften. Catriona stands awkwardly, her dress still open slightly at the back. 'Oh, it is? I'm sorry I didn't get you a better one!' She laughs weakly and then suddenly realises what Rachel was hinting at. She sinks down and scoops the heavy skirts up, pushing her hands up her big sister's warm holdups.Rachel sighs as her sister lifts up the weight of the dress. 'That's better' she says. Even the feeling on her legs of the hot moist air in this room, which seems to thicken with the second, is better than their being trapped inside the heavy folds of the dress. Now Catriona is slightly below her, and Rachel can clearly see down the bodice of her wedding dress to the gently heaving cleavage below. She reaches out with her right hand and gently strokes the girl's hair with her hand. 'I'm sure he was glowing too, after he'd finished dancing with you' she says, softly placing emphasis on the word her sister had used. 'I can't imagine who wouldn't be, when you look like you do today.'Catriona's hands settle into place on Rachel's thighs, locking her elbows to hold the weight of the silks, she sees Rachel's eyes dipping to her cleavage and doing so quiet openly. This paired with the words that utter from her mouth make Catriona flush crimson, down her neck and into the valley of her cleavage. Did her big sister really just suggest that her husband would be hard and aroused from dancing with her? Surely not, but there is something so different about the way Rachel is behaving, she can't put her finger on it. 'Oh, you're just being nice, sis. It was you that young lad you sent down had eyes for.. among other things!' She cracks a smile as she looks up into Rachel's eyes, feeling the soft fingers dancing on her skin and hair. Rachel is startled for a second. She opens her mouth visibly. She thought the page boy had been stringing her a total yarn about her sister. And it probably still was. But maybe there was a little more truth to it than she'd credited. Rachel is suddenly filled with the urge to find out. Her hand never leaves Catriona for a second, softly stroking her cheek, feeling the heat rising from her flushed skin. 'I know he had eyes for you' she says. 'He said as much.' And then, in a tone that isn't the least judgmental, but the urgency of which perhaps conveys something else that even Rachel would prefer to keep hidden, she adds questioningly 'Did he touch you? Did you let him?'Catriona grins, a little mischief appearing in her expression that had been hidden until now. 'Oh me? No, he kept trying to cut in when I was dancing with Alexander, but I... well, I didn't let him have his way. He was very verbal about how much he would like to see more of you as he led me up the stairs, though.' She rolls her eyes comically, both to show her reaction to the young lad, but also, she hopes to move attention away from another mention of Rachel's husband escaping her lips. 'Your skin is roasting under here, Rachel..' Catriona says, shuffling to adjust and take the weight of her skirts more easily. Rachel looks intently at Catriona, who's right of course. She's burning up in this small room. And she knows what she wants to happen next. 'I know' she says. 'Will you take it off for me sis?'Catriona pauses, obviously unsure if she should be doing this. She glances to the closed door and then back up at her sister. She knows she should say no, tell her to go to her room and change, but something stops her from doing so. She wordlessly drops the skirts and stands up, Rachel's hand following her on her face still. She holds Rachel's hand in hers and kisses the back of it, then turns her big sister around, unhooking the catches. The small cubicle fills with the noise of the hooks coming undone. Rachel stands passively with her face to the wall of the cubicle, while her sister slowly works the hooks on the back of her dress. She presses her cheek against the tiles, and they're pleasing cool against her skin. This is far from the first time that Catriona has helped her on or off with a dress, but there's something different now - a charge in the air. Rachel wonders if it's just in her head, if she's the one who's changed because of her experience earlier this evening, or whether her sister feels it to. "So you didn't dance with the page boy then' she says, ruminatively, addressing the wall. "He said you did.' A pause. 'I guess you reserved yourself for Alexander...?'Catriona battles with a couple of the catches, cursing under her breath as the final one seems very resistant to her efforts. She finally gets it though and feels the dress open, Rachel's smooth pale back becoming exposed, the lacy shoulderless bra strap visible, as well as the rest of her underwear... Catriona holds the sides of the dress closed for now as she hears Rachel talk, feeling her nails dig into the silk as she senses Rachel interrogating her. 'No, the lad didn't dance with me... I mean it wasn't that I 'reserved' myself, just that I was dancing with him when the lad, well... you know...' Catriona bites her lower lip, feeling suddenly edgy. 'What...?' says Rachel, twisting herself to look back over her shoulder, as she stands with her back to Catriona. 'I don't know...but...' she speaks softly, conspiratorially, '...you can tell me'.Catriona feels caught in Rachel's sights again. 'Well he was just trying to cut in, and I was grateful that Alexander didn't let him. I mean... you know, he was a bit drunk and, well, Alexander is nicer to chat to!' Catriona giggles nervously. 'The young lad mentioned he was looking for you when we shoo'd him away, anyway..' Rachel reaches round her side and takes the hand that Catriona is using to hold the sides of the dress closed, gently releasing its grip. Then she slowly turns round to face her sister. She angles slightly the one shoulder covered by the dress, and, being held up by nothing else, it slides off her body, the deep folds billowing out across the floor at her feet, a pool of purple washing against the pure white hem of Catriona's wedding dress. She stands in her strapless bra, knickers and hold-ups, looking - and feeling - bold and unashamed in the face of her sister. She reaches out and strokes the side of Catriona's face again. 'It's okay sis' she says. 'Now that we're both married women, we need someone to confide in. You've no need to have any secrets from me'.Catriona's eyes are on stalks as she sees Rachel's fluid move, seeing a new side to rachel that she has never encountered before, and would never have expected in a million years. She can't help but see all the pale, milky flesh on display, how the bra holds her in, how her skin glistens, and how there is a damp patch unmistakably formed in the gusset and front of Rachel's panties. 'I'm sorry Rachel, I mean I love David with all my heart, but I was just enjoying some flirtation with Alexander. I didn't mean to...' Her voice trails off, having got the point out, and nervous of her sister's reaction. Her hand gently cups Rachel's on her face, partly from tenderness, partly worried Rachel might be luring her in to entrap herself.'Darling girl' Rachel says, caressing Catriona's face, her mind on fire at using the same term of endearment for her sister that her uncle used for her earlier in the evening. 'It's okay, you know...if you fancy Alexander...I promise not to tell David, if you don't want me to...it can just be our secret'. And as she talks in such sibilant tones to her sister, Rachel's hand gradually strays from the girl's cheek, drifting down to her shoulder, and then the bare, flushed patch of skin above her dress. Rachel traces a line along the top of the bodice with her fingers, ever so tenderly. 'It's always been you and me, hasn't it?'Catriona's body seems to tense and release with Rachel's soft words, her eyebrow slightly flickering up at the use of 'darling girl', not sure she's ever heard Rachel refer to her in that way. She exhales raggedly, almost as if she'd have whimpered if she'd vocalised it, with Rachel's hand tracing her dress and body. 'You.. you're not mad, Rachel? It's been like that since your wedding... but I've always tried to keep it to myself for you...' She watches as Rachel's hand and nails trace delicate patterns on her skin 'yes, sis, you and me...''Of course I'm not mad' says Rachel, '...never mad with you sis...' She leans her body and face closer to Catriona's. Her fingers start to pull gently at the front of the dress, and because it's still undone at the back, it pulls forward quite easily, revealing the heaving cleavage of her sister. Rachel is fully inflamed now. The incident earlier this evening with her uncle, even the kiss with the boy, so far from sating her lust seems to her to have opened a door to a new place she never knew existed, but that she now has an urgent desire to explore. She makes no attempt to hide her admiration for Catriona's beautiful white breasts. She continues with her gentle interrogation - 'So...have you imagined yourself with him...with my Alexander...sexually?'Catriona's head is spinning now. She knows she should make her excuses and get out. She thinks of her parents and David looking for her. The absence of the bride won't be unnoticed for long... but she can't move. whether it's the drink, the oddly sensual behaviour of her sister, or a sense of contrition for her confession, she remains bolted to the spot. 'I... eh... no... I mean well, yes... you know... I mean maybe just a little... please don't be mad, and please don't tell David, or Alexander! God he probably doesn't even realise!' Catriona's tone becomes a little pleading, but hushed in this tight little cubicle. Catriona's stammering confession emboldens Rachel. She's always had a slightly dominant, older sister, relationship to Catriona. But she's never seen the potential of it in the light that she now sees it. And her sister has really never looked so beautiful as she does today. Rachel keeps casually pulling at the bodice, loosening it away from Catriona's chest, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. She leans in even further, her breasts brushing against her sister's, her face just inches away. 'If I told Alexander' Rachel says 'I'm sure he'd be very flattered, and I'm not sure what he'd do...I mean who wouldn't want you, sis...you look so gorgeous'. Catriona's voice and breath catches in her throat, her hands moving up to Rachel's bare arms, gripping them tightly, whether it is to stop or her what, she can't be quite sure... she feels a mixture of compliment and alarm at Rachel's assessment of telling her husband about Catriona's attraction, but can't figure out the right words to reply. 'Rachel....' in a breathless gasp, encompassing so many conflicting feelings in one utterance...Rachel is enjoying the sight of her sister's discomfiture. She feels flushed and hot, but not uncomfortably so. She begins to be aware of the dampness growing again in her panties. 'You know what that page boy said to me?' she whispers confidentially. 'He didn't say that it was me he liked...he said that he loved the idea of a pair of sisters..' And Rachel's smiles and giggles a little, so close to her sister's face that Catriona can feel her breath against her cheek.Catriona visibly trembles with the touch of Rachel's hot breath on her skin. She gasps and tries to crane her neck to look directly at her big sister again, uncertain if this is really what the lad said or if Rachel is using the position to tease her more. 'What a dirty little bugger...' Catriona laughs breathlessly, her breasts heaving, touching and squashing gently against Rachel's with each breath. 'He... he told me on the way up the stairs that wanted your... what did he say... 'juicy body'...' Catriona replies, trying to sound matter-of-fact in relaying the dirty talk of the young admirer. Rachel quietly laughs out loud at that, but her fingers never stop working away at the wedding dress, gently tugging and teasing so that a gap has now opened up between the front of the dress and her sister's breasts. She decides to respond in kind. 'He said that you were ...how did he put it...'totally up for it'...' She smiles at Catriona. 'Who knows...' she says '...maybe he sees things more clearly than we do'. And she looks down at herself, slightly theatrically, admiring the shape of her own protruding breasts. 'Do you think I have a juicy body?' Catriona looks surprised but exaggerates her shock at Rachel's revelation. 'Why, that lying little turd!' Catriona is warming to the discussion evidently, since she seems to be less aware of Rachel loosening the wedding dress further from her body. Catriona's gaze follows Rachel's to her clevage and ample breasts, a flush of colour appearing in her face again. 'Well, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri not really the word I'd use, but you have a very good body, sis...' Catriona says quietly, still one part of her trying to keep a lid on this unfolding episode. 'Do you really think so...?' says Rachel, seriously now. Her hands drift down each side of Catriona's dress, holding her sister by the waist, where the dress narrows into an hourglass shape, exposing the young woman's perfect figure, and then back up her sides to just below her chest, the tops of Rachel's hands resting gently against the bottom of her sister's breasts, firmly supported by the underwiring of her bra. 'I think you have a very good body too, darling girl'Catriona's mind is clearly in turmoil now, part of her thinking she needs to flee now, part of her enjoying this sensual touch, perhaps something that her own David has not mastered. A small part of her even dwells on Rachel's suggestion that her husband might pounce on her, given the chance. Catriona's head lolls slightly and sends her hair cascading off of one shoulder, before her gaze refocuses on her big sister. 'I do, sis. I'm so jealous of your hips sometimes...' Rachel's follow up sends Catriona into another pool of clouded confusion. 'Thanks, Rachel, you're always such a kind person...' Catriona says, her mind obviously floating above her somewhere now...'I think the page boy was right about something else' says Rachel. one hand detaches from her sister's body now, and brushes through her dark hair, conscious of the compliment Catriona paid her before about it, letting it hang loosely about her shoulders. '...you ARE up for it...with my husband at least'. Catriona watches Rachel's hand move in slow motion, every move seemingly designed to capture her attention more and leave her focused and thinking only about her big sister, here and now, in this cubicle space. 'Rachel... I... ' Catriona can't find the words, her arms are goosebumping as she tries to deflect from Rachel's sudden intensity, her dress loosening further with each little move of her body.Rachel's right hand shifts upwards, and now it's unmistakeable, she is cupping Catriona's left breast, her fingers even massaging it in little swirls of movement. 'What if I said...' Rachel's face slides alongside her sister's to whisper in her ear, their cheeks touching. Rachel can feel the soft downy hair on Catriona's cheek, the burning heat it is giving off...'what if I said that I didn't mind...if you and Alexander...if it went beyond just thinking about it...' Catriona's mind is obviously torn between a sense of real danger here with Rachel and the thoughts that Rachel is planting inside her mind... 'ohhhhh jesus, Rachel what are you doing?... doing to me... stop... stop teasing, Rachel..' Catriona says, her voice almost cracking with the agony of the tension she's in. Her eyes close for a while, obviously concentrating on the mixture of the touch and the mental image...Rachel steps back from her sister, takes her face between her hands and angles it up to Rachel's so that they are clearly looking eye to eye. The young girl's face seems on fire in the palms of her hands, the radiant heat filling the small cubicle. Rachel knows this to be insane, but her rational mind is no longer in control of her actions, nor does she want to to be. I've been too buttoned-up all these years, she thinks, wordlessly, somewhere deep within her mind. Who knew what it could feel like to let go? So she says to Catriona 'I'm not teasing sis...I'm serious...if you want it...'Catriona's eyes scan her sister's face frantically, wordlessly trying to discern the truth of Rachel's words. She is all the more stunned when she senses not a hint of irony or jest in Rachel's face... Uncertain why, but feeling a compulsion, Catriona's hands reach outside of Rachel's and return the gesture, cupping her sister's face in her hands, unable to feel the warmth from her face, since her own palms are pulsating heat too. Catriona tries to speak unsuccessfully for a moment, the voice breaking or catching before she can. She slowly nods, holding Rachel's gaze, angling her hips against her sister to maintain the close contact. 'Good' Rachel says, and she leans forward her head until their foreheads are just touching in a moment of sisterly intimacy. 'I'm so glad you're able to be honest with me about your desires...anytime you want to be with Alexander, I want you to know that it's okay..." And she smiles the softest, sweetest Rachel smile at her sister, a meltingly beautiful smile of complicity and trust. But then almost instantly her eyes darken, and something else clouds her senses. 'Of course, I'd hope that, in return, you'd be able to do something for me'. Catriona smile and her whole body seems to loosen and uncoil as Rachel's opening words soothe her and reassure her, even if she can scarcely believe what she is hearing. In truth, she'd put those thoughts to the back of her mind forever, but Rachel has brought them screaming back to the forefront. Catriona senses the change in her sister's voice and look a little too late not to be caught off guard by it. She clears her throat and tries to control the pace of her breathing, wondering what on earth Rachel would want in return for this intimacy and secrecy... 'What do you want me to do, Rachel?' she says tentatively. Rachel doesn't hesitate for a second, doesn't look ashamed, doesn't blush. But the patch of moisture on her knickers grows substantially. 'I want you to come up to room 717 with me'.Catriona looks at Rachel, obviously forgetting the significance of that room number and taking a moment to register. Her eyes blink in shock when she realises what Rachel is proposing. 'Oh God, Rachel?! You can't be serious. This is insane! With that lad? But he'll blab and blow everything!' Catriona's mind is racing, trying to think on a good way to escape this request, while realising deep down that her confessions have given Rachel substantial leverage over her now, and that her options are very limited... Rachel realises on instinct that what matters is what Catriona didn't say, rather than what she did. No moral objection to a hotel tryst with a page boy on her wedding night, to the sexual involvement of her sister in the same event, or to Rachel's offer to make her own husband sexually available to Catriona afterwards. No, just a concern about other people finding out. 'Don't worry about him, sis...' Rachel reassures her '..I'll handle him and he'll keep a secret'. She brushes her sister's hair back with her hand. 'Will you trust me...?'Catriona realises the position she's backed herself into. It was naive of her to expect her sister to offer her free range within her own marriage without expecting something considerable in return. She would rather retreat down to the reception, safe in the knowledge of her shared intimacy with Rachel. But she knows she can't. 'I... OK, Rachel, I'll come. But I can't stay for long.You know I will be missed downstairs. Are you sure there's nothing I can't do instead?' She whimpers, aware of sounding slightly pathetic, but not wishing to upset Rachel at this crucial moment or, worse still, have her withdraw her offer from earlier...Rachel knows that these objections are valid, but in her lustful state she's already scheming. Her own absence is now so prolonged that she's bound to have been missed by someone already, let alone after whatever is going to happen in room 717. But she's already formed an idea at the back of her mind. She places a finger on Catriona's lips, softly, maternally. 'Shhh...don't worry. I'll explain that I'd had to much to drink and was feeling ill. We'll explain that you were with me. No-one's going to ask questions if I look all embarrassed and confess to drinking too much'. She smiles at Catriona, the distance between their bodies negligible in the cramped space, the mirror behind her sister now beginning to mist with the heat of their exchange. 'But there is one thing we should do before we go upstairs...'Catriona mulls the idea around in her head, clearly seeing the logic in the plan. Rachel's mind sharp as ever, she thinks, unsurprised that her big sister is one step ahead of her. 'That makes sense... but I don't want David to get too suspicious. I mean, you know, this is his big day too..' Catriona shuffles uncomfortably in the close proximity to Rachel's body, feeling the same heat and humidity that is misting the mirror in the cubicle. She runs her hands soothingly up and down Rachel's arms. 'What is that, sis?' She asks sheepishly, assuming that Rachel will have something further in mind...Rachel starts playing with Catriona's necklace, running her fingers over the curve of bare skin beneath it, idly lifting it up and dropping it down again on her sisters neck. She leans in and looks up at Catriona above hooded eyes, mock bashful. Her words come out in little staccato phrases, Rachel pausing dramatically between them, playing the ingenue. And all the while with her other hand she gently caresses her sister's breast. 'You know...when that lad said he loved...the idea of a pair of sisters...I think he meant...that he'd like to watch us a little....so...' she builds up slowly to her point 'maybe we'd better...practice a little...don't you think?'. And Rachel, who's never exactly been the giggly type, suddenly surprises Catriona by going into a fit of giggles. But when she looks up from it there's an underlying seriousness to her tone. 'I mean...it could be fun....right?'Catriona suddenly feels her heart pounding in her chest. Who is this version of Rachel, standing before her and caressing her. How has she missed this side to Rachel, living with her for years and seeing her for years after as the dutiful married woman... This is something entirely unexpected and she is uncertain how to respond. Part of her still wonders just how far these short sharp claims are the result of the lad, or are coming from behind the dark eyes of her sister. catriona starts at Rachel's giggles, but is silent by the time Rachel finishes. 'I'm really not sure about this, Rachel... I thought I was just going to watch, but you want me to... with you?' She whispers, not moving her forehead from her sister's, something unspoken rooting her to the spot.Rachel couldn't describe even to herself where this side of her came from. She's as amazed as anyone else would be to find that she has it in her. But there's something hugely enjoyable about the shock on Catriona's face as she contemplates what her elder sister is now suggesting. Rachel decides that now's the time to bring home her advantage. Her tone is firm and matter of fact. 'It's your choice sis. Do this for me, and I'll turn a blind eye to you sleeping with Alexander, and David will never need to find out...Don't do it, and David will find out and you'll never get to be with Alexander...Is that so hard a choice?' She leans back and contemplates her sister from as much distance as the room will allow, her bare shoulders resting on the cool of the tiled wall behind her. 'Besides, can it really be so bad...with me?' And with those last words she reaches behind her and unclasps her strapless bra, which slides straight off and falls on top of the purple pool of silk between them, leaving her pale, soft breasts fully exposed to her sister's shocked gaze.Catriona is stunned, as Rachel planned. She leans back against the edge of the cubicle by her back, her mouth hanging open dumbstruck. The tone of her sister's voice, the way that Rachel has engineered this situation, and now pairing this with the exposure of her ample bust to Catriona all serve to overwhelm the bride. Her eyes well a little, partly hating the postion she's in, partly shocked at herself for how she is contemplating that 'no, it wouldn't be that bad' with Rachel... After a moment's silence, she swallows back her emotion and looks up into Rachel's eyes from under her eyelids. Wordlessly, she reaches out and grasps the sides of Rachel's breasts, squeezing, feeling her fingers sink into the warm pale flesh.Now it's Rachel's turn to be taken aback. She really wanted no more than a little fooling around with her sister just to tease and please the young lad, whom she hopes to feel entering her and pleasuring himself with her 'juicy' body before the evening is out. But the touch of her sister's fingers on her bare breast doesn't feel like any kind of fooling, or the mere prelude to a different encounter. Catriona's willingness to go along with it, and the feeling of her soft hands on Rachel's intimate part, has an effect beyond anything that Rachel could have contemplated. She leans back, eyes closed, and lets out a loud moan that escapes her mouth before she has any chance of stopping it. 'Oh sis...' she blurts out '...that feels so good'. Catriona is clueless as to how far Rachel intended her to go with this 'fooling' around. She wonders if this is what she meant, if she really would tell David and Alexander if she didn't get her way. Catriona doesn't feel like she can risk it, in any case. Her hands knead Rachel's chest and her thumbs circle the prominent nipples, her focus purely on Rachel's skin and the heat radiating from it. She decides to try to push Rachel further to maybe even lose all sense of herself and let Catriona off of her original plan. 'I'm glad it feels good, Rachel, just concentrate on that feeling...' She purrs, eyes flickering helplessly between her sister's face and breasts...Rachel lets herself drift for a minute, her eyes closed, the feeling of Catriona's fingers on her breasts so perfect. It's the first time she has ever allowed another woman to do anything like this, and she knows immediately that there's something special about the female touch on another female body...her sister understanding instinctively what will give her pleasure. But she also has no intention of being entirely passive in this encounter, so when she opens her eyes it's to make a move on Catriona. She reaches her arms across and tugs the dress off her sister's shoulders, pulling it forcefully down over her chest. Even though it's open at the back, it still requires some effort, until it is halfway down Catriona's arms, pinning them to her side. 'My turn...' says Rachel, and buries her head deep into her sister's cleavage, covering the soft white flesh with slow and admiring kisses.Catriona's slim hopes of distracting Rachel with minimal effort are shattered when Rachel's eyes snap open and focus on her. She feels the tug of the dress before she realises, her hands pulled away quickly from Rachel's breasts. Catriona grunts and squeals as the force of Rachel's move pushes her back and she feels her big sister, whom she though she knew intimately until now, is upon her. 'God! Rachel, oh my... you shouldn't... uhhhh that's... that's... it's nice, but we shouldn't... I mean...' Her voice is strained with desperation and conflicted emotions, her arms pulling hard against the confines of the dress. Her feet in her delicate white heels sliding and squirming under the cover of her skirts.Rachel's arms reach around the back of her sister, expertly locating her bra clasp and letting it loose in an instant. Catriona's bra falls away from her, and drops into the bodice of her dress, which is now pushed down somewhere close to her waist. Rachel takes hold of her sister's arms, making sure they are held tight by her sides, and kisses her bare breasts softly - not as large as Rachel's own ample chest, but plump and smooth, and beautifully rounded. Gradually, tenderly, Rachel works the kisses upwards, kissing the spot just above her sister's cleavage, her necklace (the metallic taste of which catches on Rachel's tongue), her neck, until finally they are face to face. Rachel leans into Catriona so that their breasts are pressing together, flesh on bare flesh, and looks her sister directly in the eye. 'You're right sis...that IS nice.' And then she plants the gentlest of kisses on Catriona's sweet mouth, just for an instant, and pulls back a little to watch the reaction.Catriona squirms and squeals with each of Rachel's kisses on her skin, feeling warm moisture touching one spot, then moving on, Rachel's grip on her arms like a vice. She realises she's going nowhere. Yet with each of the kisses on her skin, Catriona's mind mists over, losing sense of who is planting the kisses on her, just noting how tender they are, how sensual and loving. The feeling of Rachel's larger chest pressing against her, feeling her nipples so firm against the flesh of her chest, aware that her own nipples had stiffened during the slow, sensual onslaught. The only point of reference that springs to mind with Rachel's next move is when she was a young teen, watching the 'Cruel Intentions' movie so quietly one night when the house was quiet. She feels the warmth, the suction and the slightest push of a tongue against her, causing her eyes to roll back and her knees to tremble, one bending and bumping against her sister's leg. As Rachel looks at her, Catriona breathes heavily and with an open mouth. 'what are we doing, Rachel?...' she whispers, before pulling against rachel's arms and freeing her own. She places her arms around her sister's neck gently and then rests her head against Rachel's, her cheeks burning with the thoughts clouding her mind. 'We don't have to go to 717. We could fool here, then you could see him later...' She says, her eyes narrowing, swallowing and wetting her lips almost imperceptibly.Rachel lets the words sink in. Is her sister just trying to wriggle out of going to the young lad's room? Or does this indicate something else entirely - that she, like Rachel, no longer sees this as just preparation for another event, but as an enjoyable act in itself which Catriona is now a full participant in. Rachel is almost beside herself at the second possibility; it opens up infinite possibilities in her mind. 'Honestly sis...' for the first time this evening she seems genuinely unsure '..I don't know what we're doing...but if you want to fool around here, then let's get that dress off you'.Catriona feels herself emboldened by the sudden uncertainty that Rachel exhibits. She sees an opportunity not only to avoid the leering young lad that Rachel seems intent on bedding, but also to explore this unforeseen curiosity and, dare she say it, enjoyment, at the awkward, forbidden and imprudent events unfolding between she and her sister right here, in this stuffy cubicle. She decides that if she is going to explore this side of herself, she has to surrender herself to it now, before the nerves take over. She pulls Rachel in and locks lips with her, almost too firmly, but breaks away suddenly and spins herself around. 'Oh god... I can't believe we're doing this...' She groans.Rachel finds herself torn between the raging lust she feels, and the sensible voices inside her head which insistently scream 'what are you doing?' She's astonished to find her younger sister planting a kiss directly on her lips, and no less amazed when the girl spins round so quickly and presents the back of her dress to Rachel - half open down to just above the small of her back - making plain that her answer to Rachel's statement about the dress is 'well go on, take if off me then'. Rachel looks at the folds of white silk pulled apart, and the V of soft, perfect skin that is exposed between them...her sister's skin, running vertically along her spine and opening out to the nape of her sweet neck. Rachel observes it for a moment, and then güvenilir bahis şirketleri the lust floods in strongly, clouding her mind, and somewhere within the fog of it the other voices inside her head retreat into a muffled distance. 'I can't believe we're doing this either' Rachel says out loud. And then she begins working her fingers at the remaining catches on the dress, slowly at first, and then fast, frantically, trying to loosen it as if her life depended on it.Catriona grunts and puffs with each tug, the boning of the dress digging into her now, with Rachel's fumbling and frantic unfastening. 'This is mad, Rachel, this is mad. What if we get caught?' Catriona meows at her big sister, but doesn't even turn her head. She utters these questions to the doorframe she's leaning against, feeling the dress give inch by inch from her body. The whole thing becoming loose. Deep down she's a little worried too. Rachel's grasp on her dress feels far from tender or sisterly. She wonders what she has let herself in for with the decision to kiss those warm lips of Rachel's. Rachel unfastens the dress as far as it will go, and then starts to pull it down and away from Catriona's body. She has to work hard to get it over her sister's waist, where it narrows and is pulled maddeningly tight. Rachel feels a pang of envy at the way Catriona's waist narrows into a perfect hour glass figure, the dress clinging to her and emphasising every aspect of it. She has to pull so hard at it, she fears she might tear the silk, but eventually it gives with a single flourish, and collapses into a deep pile of fabric at her sister's feet. Somewhere in the process, as the tight fabric is tugged and pulled, Catriona's knickers find themselves pulled down over her thighs, and her hold ups are half down her legs. Rachel goes for a moment to pull them up, to cover her sister's modesty...but the instinct dissipates immediately, and instead she admires the fine rear view that Catriona now presents to her. So far from jolting her back into her rational mind, her sister's words have precisely the opposite effect. Rachel stands up behind her close by, making sure that the soft flesh of her ample breasts press fully against Catriona's back, and, enflamed, she whispers into the younger girl's ear something that makes the whole experience sound like a c***dhood adventure: 'What if we DO get caught? Wouldn't that be such fun?'Catriona can't help herself but arch backwards against her sister's body, feeling the heat passing between them, her skin tingling after being exposed to the air of the cubicle. 'Oh Rachel, it would be bad... so scandalous!' But her actions undercut her words, with her hands sweeping backwards and reaching awkwardly to pull Rachel into her further from behind. She can feel the silky moisture radiating through Rachel's panties and onto her rear. The truth is that Catriona is feeling that this is something more than a little adventurous, something that she will easily remember in the midst of a long day. She is still rather suspect though of this new turn and change inside the usually prim Rachel. 'What's gotten into you, today? You're like a totaly different person' She manages before body presses against her sister's again.Rachel feels the arch of her sister's back, the hands reached behind her, working up and down her skin, the insanely pert bottom that now presses into the damp patch on the front of her knickers. And so Rachel herself slides her arms round Catriona, squeezing them between the girl and the door, cupping her sister's breasts in each hand, her fingers massaging them. And from behind she presses her lips softly against Catriona's neck and shoulders...small, gentle kisses which leave only the slightest trace of the lipstick that was once so thickly applied to Rachel's full lips. 'I don't know' she says between kisses 'it's just...something happened earlier and...now I feel different from before'.Catriona's eyes roll a little back into her head. The same thoughts that Rachel experienced, of the innate skill and touch of another woman, now hit her younger sister with some force, causing her to sigh and coo gently into the confined space. The wet sounds of Rachel's lips on her shoulders and neck makes Catriona's body tremble and shiver. her arms moving back to the doorframe and pressing hard, locking her elbows to afford her sister more room to explore her body. 'Whatever it is, its quite a change, sis...' Catriona exclaims through pursed lips, exerting effort to remain quiet under Rachel's expert touch. Rachel starts to work Catriona's body with more urgency, her fleshy breasts pressing hard into her back, her fingers digging into her sister's perfect chest, the kisses becoming longer and deeper, each one leaving a little suction mark on Catriona's neck and shoulders. One hand detaches from her sister's chest and slides down her front, to the area once covered by the pair of knickers that are now stretched tight across her calves, roots around, and finds the moist patch between the girl's legs. 'I know it's not like me...' Rachel whispers in her sister's ear '...but do you like it...?'Catriona whimpers and writhes under the more passionate embrace pushed by her sister now, her arms tensing and legs nearly buckling as she feels Rachel's hand pressing firmly over her moistening mound. She bites her lower lip hard, but a slight yelp, a slightly a****listic noise still escapes her lips. She feels pinned in this position, at the mercy of her sister's whims, and she can't say that she wholly objects. 'Yes, Rachel... it's just so different, but it's still you in there...' Catriona replies, a near whisper, voice turning hoarse with tension.Rachel expertly locates Catriona's clitoris with one hand, and starts to work it gently with the tips of her fingers. She can feel her sister respond instantly, and knows full well that she is experiencing extreme pleasure in spite of her reservations. With her other arm, Rachel reaches across Catriona's chest, manipulating one breast with her fingers, rubbing the other with the inside of her arm, both at the same time. She softly grinds her waist against Catriona's bottom, and keeps up the flow of kisses across her neck and shoulders, letting out little interjections of words as her mouth moves across the warm back of the younger girl: 'David's a very lucky man...and I know Alexander will think he is too...you're so beautiful sis'. And in between these words her kisses become more vigorous and forceful, making sucking noises as her lips detach, leaving hot wet traces behind, the sound of lips on bare flesh unmistakeable in the tight, enclosed space.Catriona had been hoping in the back of her mind that Rachel's hand would wander to where it has... the surprise at feeling warm flesh on her clitoris still sends a shockwave through her though. Her hips tense, she rises onto her tiptoes a little in her expensive wedding heels, her palms press against the doorframe, fingers spread wide. Her back is arching with each minute circle that her sister's fingers make, the sensation of that alongside Rachel's warm flesh, her wet lips, and her sensual interjections all combining to send Catriona to a place far away from the cubicle. She is lost in the feeling of it all, her slit soaking within a minute, feeling the fluids leaking onto Rachel's fingers, and Rachel working it back into her skin immediately. 'You... ahhhhhhh... Christ, Rachel... you really think..they'll... uhhhh... think so?' She whimpers, clearly enjoying the exchange and encouraging her sister to continue. After a moment, Catriona's right hand moves shakily from the doorframe and pushes between their bodies, trying awkwardly to reciprocate. Her slender fingers massage roughly at Rachel's soaking panties.Rachel is surprised to find Catriona, but not for the first time, being more than just the passive recipient of her excessive attentions. The feeling of her sister fumbling around behind her, trying to locate Rachel's panties, catching on the elastic and then finding the damp patch between her legs - that feeling sends an electric current down Rachel's spine. 'I know Alexander would love you sis...' she gasps out, the words coming in short bursts as she tries, but fails, to lock her lips onto Catriona's neck, her body arching and bucking backwards with the electricity of her sister's touch. '..I've seen the way he looks at you...oh please...what are you doing to me...?'Catriona's mind is clouded with images of Rachel's husband standing behind her, the feeling of a long, hard cock pressing into her newly married folds. The image makes her meow and sigh breathlessly. Her mind flickers back to the equally taboo reality, feeling Rachel's fingers becoming ever more lubricated as Catriona's slit leaks intimate fluids more and more. Her own hand is taking in the different sensations under her fingers, the damp panties, the resistance of the elastic, the heat emanating from Rachel's womanhood. 'Oh Rachel, nothing that you're not doing to me...' She squeals, biting her lower lip wantonly. 'Your fingers are divine, sis.... oh god, I hope Alexander is as good at this as you are...' The last words are filled with a tension deep in Catriona's throat, feeling her body trembling under her sister's attention, and her knees shaking with the exertion.Rachel can scarcely believe that her sweet younger sister, and on this her wedding day, is now so enthusiastic a participant in her own sexual game. This, she realises, is the moment to let herself give in to the pleasure of it completely. She's been holding back, and now she doesn't want to any more. She steps back, takes Catriona by the shoulders, and spins her around, back to the door. It's an awkward, shuffling process in the small cubicle, her sister clopping in her heels, knickers now around her ankles, restricting her movement, hold ups bunched up below her knees. As soon as they are facing, Rachel leans into her, their breasts pressing hard against each other, nipples touching. She takes Catriona's hand and puts it back on her panties, squeezing her thighs shut around it. One of Rachel's hands now reaches back down to her sister's warm mound and starts to manipulate it. The other reaches round her head, running through her dark silky hair, and angles it to one side. Rachel now leans in for a kiss, but before she does she responds to Catriona's last comment. "Alexander is great sis....you'll love him...' She smiles softly, but then looks down at Catriona through dark eyes, deep with lust. 'But he's not as good as me...' she pauses. 'No-one is...' she declares with some confidence. And then she leans in and kisses her sister on the mouth - the first time gently, lips touching, mouths closed. She releases for a moment, and then tries again - this second time, open-mouthed, tongue probing, passionate, and lingering. A lover's kiss. And as she feels Catriona tentatively respond, shocked, but not resistant, her own tongue now meeting Rachel's, Rachel does something that surprises even her but fills her with pleasure. Quickly and without warning, her fingers locate her sister's wet slit, and her hand plunges in, fast and as far as it can go, three fingers almost fully inserted deep inside her sister, enveloped by the soft, flooded folds of her sex, deeply entering her.Catriona is lost in the heat of the moment. She the thoughts and worries about this taboo clinch and the risk of being caught and disgraced are a distant memory. She feels as if she is looking at herself from above as Rachel manhandles her and repositions her within the confines of the cubicle, made all the more tricky with the mass of dresses on the floor. She coos softly at the now familiar feeling of Rachel's voluptuous body pressing against her, those breasts that she's been so jealous of squashing and mashing against her own considerable chest. She half sighs, half laughs as she feels Rachel trap one of her hands between her thighs. She wiggles and twists her hand to give her just enough room to manipulate the panties against her. She listens intently to her big sister's words, they light more of a fire in her belly as the embrace turns into a kiss. She has never felt a kiss so self-assured or so skilful. Part of her worries that she will never be able to see her new husband in the same light after this. That he won't compare. All of these thoughts though are interrupted by Rachel's fingers plunging into her. The invasion seems to set Catriona off, nerve endings exploding with pleasure all at once. Her eyes bolt open and are wide, her inevitable moan muffled by her sister's hungry mouth.Rachel senses her sister's pleasure in the sudden tension of her body, the arching of her back, produced by the invasion of Rachel's fingers into her most intimate area. No resistance, just a kind of sexual ecstasy communicated wordlessly between the two of them. 'Get on the floor' she hisses at Catriona. And without once taking her hand away from where it is, she spins the girl away from the door and leans her backwards, supporting her with Rachel's other hand as they both move towards the floor of the tight cubicle. It's a clumsy, frantic, tangling of their bodies, falling on top of each other into the too-small space, only just about long enough to contain them lying down. And now Catriona is on the floor, or more accurately lying on her on wedding dress and Rachel's bridesmaid's dress, the mass of white and purple silk now just an indistinguishable pool of fabric on the floor. And Rachel is lying on top of her, arm supporting her head, bodies pressed firmly together, her hand furiously plunging in and out of her sister's opening, which now gapes wide as if to welcome it, working her fingers ever deeper and with more passion inside the girl's sweet, perfect body. 'I'm so glad it's me and not David...' Rachel whispers with some passion into Catriona's ear 'who's the first to penetrate you tonight sis...'Catriona's mind is still in a daze as Rachel moves and shifts her around again. Her hands hold onto her sister's arms as she descends, her body tensing at the feeling of cold floor tiles at the points not covered by the pool of silks under her body. Before she knows what is happening, she feels Rachel on top of her, dominant yet sisterly. Rachel's words are well chosen and inflame Catriona ever more, who lies back, arching her hips up to meet Rachel's hand, her own arms and hands flapping and looking for something to hold onto. She manages to push against the doorframe with one hand, her other pawing frantically at Rachel's back. Catriona is biting her lip to stifle the loudening moans escaping her, nodding along with Rachel's words and gasping out the reply 'mmmeeee... too...'. Her heels click against the floor as she tries to push against Rachel harder, her face flushing deeper red than it ever has before. It's clear she's on the edge of something explosive.Rachel is herself near exploding with the pleasure of feeling her sister's body beneath her, bucking and writhing in pleasure, her heels clicking frantically against the floor. Rachel's own legs also kick out in pure pleasure, banging against the wash basin in a way that might bruise tomorrow but feels like total abandonment tonight. Anyone passing the room would hear sounds that they could scarcely understand at this precise moment. Rachel keeps pressing her hand into Catriona's open, moist vagina, now working a fourth finger inside it, reaching in even deeper still. She stops kissing Catriona on the lips and goes for her neck instead - a long, intense kiss, sucking deep at her sister's pure white skin. As soon as she breaks off, she can see the mark she's made, red on Catriona's neck like a lipstick print, the round full shape of it unmistakeable those of female lips. She sees the moment of fear in Catriona's eyes as her sister catches her looking at it. 'Don't worry...' she whispers. '...David will know it was done by a girl...it will excite him...'The brief pause in their primal kissing and the shared look between them, paired with Rachel's assessment that the groom will be excited at the thought of another woman leaving lipstick on her throat is the final part in the puzzle for Catriona. She feels Rachel's hand unrelenting in her and the words tip her over the edge. She turns stiff in her sister's embrace and feels the eyes roll back into her head, a climax even more powerful than the first time she used her discreet little rabbit toy on herself. Catriona's calves, still half covered in her white stockings tense and flex, showing every little tone and fibre to them, her mouth open in a noiseless scream to the ceiling. Her sex contracts and pulses around Rachel's hand, leaking more fluids onto her skin. She thrashes her head from side to side as the sensation just keeps on going, the one thing she can do is to rake nails down Rachel's pale back, the rest of her body too powerless or occupied to respond.The feeling of her sister's nails raking down her bare back is the trigger, together with Catriona's obvious descent into a total shuddering orgasm, that now sets Rachel off too. Her own body bucks back and writhes over her sister's like she was touched with an electric cable. She moans loudly, the sound filling the room, echoing off the tiled walls and feeling like it reverberates around the space for seconds afterwards. She makes noises rather than forming words, but manages, never releasing her hand from between Catriona's legs, to press herself on her sister and, motioning to her back, utter the single word, a plea: '...harder...' Catriona's eyes are glazed over, it's uncertain if she really even remembers where she is right at this moment. Her body is overwhelming her mind, and is moving of its own accord. Through this mist, though, she hears the single word plea of Rachel's and responds after only a moment's delay, raking her nails down the smooth flesh again, certain she's going to cause score marks that will last a couple of days. Her other hand moves from the doorframe rapidly and cups Rachel's face with some force, pulling her sister's lips to her own again and kissing her haphazardly, still not in control of all her movements. Rachel orgasms violently, her body shaking. She suddenly feels so cold, beads of sweat forming everywhere on her skin, even though the room is fetid and warm. Her mouth gasps for air and grasps to meet Catriona's. 'I love you sis' she says as her mind begins to clear slightly and the connection between brain and tongue is restored '...never thought I'd get to show it like this...but I love you'.Catriona lies back, half luxuriating on the dresses, half punch drunk from Rachel's onslaught. She huffs and pants and gasps for air, gulping it down. 'I... I don't know what to say, Rachel. I love you too.' She looks around at the mess of fabric and clothing, and suddenly she regains something of her senses. 'Oh God, Rachel, we have to get out of here. I have to get back down there. I can't stay up here forever.' She says, her voice half reluctant, but tinged with a slight sense of panic at her risky position.The cloud of lust that fogs Rachel's mind has also begun to clear a little after her shattering orgasm - not to dissipate entirely, for sure, but at least to allow a little of her natural intelligence to penetrate into the situation. She looks at herself and her sister, a jumble of naked limbs on the floor, sweaty and flushed. The dresses are a mess, fluid-stained and out of shape. The hair and make-up of each girl is a disaster. Rachel doesn't regret what just happened for an instant, not even in her clearest thoughts. But she knows the sense of what Catriona has just said, that her sister needs to get back down to the wedding party, that even Rachel must be being missed by now, and that they don't have much time to sort themselves out before questions are asked downstairs...