My Wedding Gift

Bella

I looked into her eyes, and they were desperate and filled with lust. His shiny blue eyes glowed in the dark from the little bit of light that peeped into the completely dark room through the window blinds.

It was obvious that she knew her way around his body from the way she moved her hands around his muscular chest and arms. I saw his hardness throb from underneath his suit trousers. He wanted her, and he wanted her badly.

“You're so beautiful, Beth. You're the only woman I've ever wanted,” he whispered, but loud enough for me to make out the words.

“Then why aren't you getting married to me instead?” She asked shamelessly.

There was no atom of regret or remorse in them as he tore the zipper of her black bridesmaid dress.

When she showed up in a black dress instead of the blue color we agreed on, I should have known that she was up to no good.

Wait! He was never this big with me. He's huge! I always thought I could never get everything I ever wanted in a man, physically and in every other area. I always thought the things he didn't have in cock size he made up for in character.

He was kind, caring, and thoughtful. That was all I ever wanted. He was never really after the sex, or so I thought.

She turned him on in a way I had never seen.

I could feel their warmth from where I was hiding in the closet as they went completely naked.

“I met her first, but I don't love her. She disgusts me!”

The tears that were already blurring my vision rolled effortlessly as soon as I saw him latch on her nipples, flicking them gently with his tongue, and she let out a satisfied moan.

“Just shut up and make love to me!”

He pressed his body against hers, where he pinned her to the wall and closed her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.

I picked up my phone with shaky hands and started to take pictures of them. They'll never be able to deny it.

If they were doing this without regret, they must be ready to face the consequences.

My mascara ran down with my tears and stained my white ball gown. This was my dream dress, my dream man, and my dream wedding, all messed up!

People say you can never find a good man, and I set out to prove them wrong.

Here's my proof, with his tongue darting in and out of my sister's mouth!

“I know I used to be a playboy, but you changed me, Bella,” he said on our second date. My darling changed husband is right here, pushing his fingers into my sister's clitoral area.

I tried to get them from different angles, but the little hole the closet provided me with didn't give me enough room.

At least their miserable faces were showing clearly in the few I had gotten.

I felt fresh hatred grow as she screamed his name with every touch.

“Har—din”

She couldn't even say it without moans interrupting her words.

They didn't seem to be in a hurry to return to the wedding venue as they slowly worked each other's bodies with their fingers and tongues.

She was ready to have him inside of her, but Hardin, as far as I know, didn't like to rush his food. He loved to savor every moment—every lick, every touch, every suck—and here he was, doing it with another woman, even better.

I was stuck in the closet, and I couldn't breathe. The air was uncomfortable, and I was tired of the scene playing out in front of me.

I didn't even know what hurt more—the way he desired her or the fact that it was my own sister.

“Should I come out and stop this?” I thought to myself as I watched.

“What if they kill me? They obviously don't need me around.”

I clenched my fist tightly, shut my eyes tightly, and let out my screams in my head.

I bit my lower lip painfully as I remembered the times when I caught them throwing flirty stares at each other, and I thought I was only being paranoid.

I had teased them about liking each other once, and we all had a good laugh.

I shared how good Hardin was in bed with Beth. Maybe it was because he was the only one I had ever had sex with, so whatever he did satisfied me.

It was never like this. He was never this energetic or excited about me.

The slapping sounds their bodies produced as he thrust into her made me want to rip my ears out and made my stomach churn.

“Why are they doing this? Why did Hardin agree to marry me if he loved her instead? This is my own sister, for fuck's sake!”

“Oh fuck!” I heard Beth scream, and her voice has never been this disgusting.

I wanted to break things. I wanted to rip them apart. I was trembling.

It came to a sudden stop.

All I could hear was slow breaths, followed by total silence.

I opened my eyes and peered out of the closet again. They weren't there anymore. I pinched myself to be sure it wasn't all a dream.

I realized it wasn't as soon as I picked up my phone and unlocked it. My gallery of pictures of the scene welcomed me.

I heard clapping sounds and a voice shouting that the groom had arrived. They'll definitely be looking for the bride.

I stood up and walked out of the room with my legs wobbling.

I went straight into my dad's office and printed out the pictures.

Luckily, the stack of printed wedding programs and events was still in there. I put copies of the pictures in each of them and went back to my room to redo my makeup and get ready to meet my waiting groom.

As soon as I finished, my sister walked in.