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 Title: The White Rose Crisis Ch.  01


Summary: So many girls...but who could it be?


Keywords: inc,fic



   Okay, so have you ever had that moment when you are so stressed and so
panicked that you think your heart might actually stop - or it actually did
for a few seconds?  This is one of those times, but beyond what you could
imagine.

   It was three weeks until my big sister Sarah's wedding, and boy was it
busy.  My older sister was working as an assistant teacher at my younger
sister's high school, and being the popular sort of person she was meant
there plenty of extra guests to manage - both her teaching associates and
some of her favourite students.  I loved Sarah for that, but I wasn't a fan
of the amount of planning and work it left us.

   Despite how much we all had to do, this particular day I was over at my
girlfriend Taylor's place to escape the preparation madness.  Normally I
don't go to her house that often, because actually we weren't technically
dating, and having just turned 18, her parents would be pretty sceptical
about me.  Not that they needed to worry much, as Taylor had been holding
out on me since we'd started meeting up a month ago.  Today however, her
parents were out, and I was feeling pent up.

   "I don't really know how you like it," she said, stroking me as she
pulled my pants down further.  "Will you tell me if I'm doing it right?" I
nodded, gently rubbing her hand as she dropped to her knees in front of me,
tying her blonde hair back in a ponytail and licking her lips nervously.  I
wasn't sure why she was acting so nervous; when we first started talking
she told me how she had gotten to third base plenty of times, but she had
never let a guy cum in her mouth.  I hoped she was nervous because she
wanted to start trying.

   Looking into my eyes, she slowly opened her mouth and lowered it over
the head of my cock, her tongue sliding down my shaft as she tried to take
me in one go.  She choked slightly, pulling back and sucking noisily, her
hand stroking the base of my cock as she worked the head with her lips. 
After a month of putting up with only a couple of handjobs, and the
occasional ten second suck to get it wet, I was in heaven.  Her lips
travelled up and down my cock hungrily, as though she had been wanting this
as much as I had.

   I reached forward and gently slid my fingers into her top, feeling a
hard nipple.  I gave it a tweak and she moaned on my shaft, giving it a
good hard suck.  Taylor's tits were large and a little firm, but super sexy
and I knew she loved having them played with.  Her hand disappeared down
the front of her pants and I could tell she was now fingering herself
madly, stroking me faster.

   I hadn't been properly laid in ages, and this was so good compared to
her hand that it didn't take all that long before I felt a familiar feeling
start to take over.  I moaned, lightly pinching her nipple as she squirmed
in her jeans, rocking her hips back and forth.  I moaned louder, gripping
her hair lightly with one hand.  She looked up and smiled at me and tried
to deepthroat me again, choking more and leaving a slippery trail as she
pulled her mouth back, starting to stroke me fast with her free hand. 
Inwardly I sighed, as I guess she wasn't going to try tasting it yet, but I
was so worked up that it didn't really matter.

   I pulled her shirt down and she helped me get her tits out, jerking me
faster as she bit her lip, her own hand moving crazily down the front of
her pants.  With one last long moan she started shaking and gasping as she
looked at me and it was too much.  I came hard, spraying her tits as she
panted from her own orgasm, her hand still faithfully jerking my cock until
it stopped pumping cum onto her chest, dripping down her hand and onto her
wrist.

   Taylor looked down at her chest and giggled, my cum slowly trailing down
over her nipples as she pulled a wet hand from her jeans.  She licked her
own juices as she continued to stroke me, standing up and leaning in to
kiss me.

   "Was that ok?" she asked.  I nodded and she smiled even bigger, turning
and running to the bathroom, her tits bouncing as she went.  I cleaned
myself up and had gotten comfortable on the couch again when she came back
out, shirt back in place and wearing a new pair of pants.

   "I've got a surprise for you," she teased, sitting next to me.  I looked
over at her curiously, wondering what her tone meant.  I figured it had
something to do with her comparatively generous efforts today, but with
Taylor it could mean anything.

   "I can't tell you just yet, it's a secret," she said giggling.  "But
you'll love it when you find out...at the wedding." I groaned as she
laughed and cuddled up to me, demanding I make myself slightly less
comfortable so she could get as close as possible.  When I say we weren't
technically dating, what I meant was that no one knew what cheeky business
we were getting up to since she was a friend and classmate to my little
sister, Jaimi; we decided to keep it casual and quiet because of that.  But
since Sarah wanted me to have someone to be with at the ceremony, and
because Taylor was one of her students and well known to our family, it was
suggested somehow purely by coincidence that she could come along as my
date.

   Don't get me wrong; Taylor is a cute, funny, clever and adorably shy
girl.  But sometimes she just acts too...childish.  It seemed really weird
that things between us didn't seem as comfortable as they did with other
girls.  Living with two sisters had left me with a crude understanding of
how they worked, but for some reason Taylor and I just didn't get on in the
same way.  I figured it was her age, still at school halfway through year
12, dealing with all the ridiculous teen drama that comes with the
territory.  That and the awkwardness of her being a friend of Jaimi.

   Anyway, the point is that she had planned a surprise for me, and today's
treat was a way of looking after me before making me wait three weeks
without any attention at all.  This was - in my defence - the root of most
of what happened on that fateful day.

   Time passed slowly, since she had a real way of teasing me while we were
hanging out together.  She was very suggestive for someone who didn't seem
to want sex, not to mention the fact that we were in a specifically
"casual" relationship, if you get me.

   I will admit to there being another problem.  See, sometimes I just
couldn't get away from the house, and those days meant I was usually
subjected to another form of tease - my oldest sister's best friend.

   Meghan was only a year older than me, roughly the same age as Sarah, and
since we grew up together we actually got on really well as adults.  Add to
that the fact that she now had long dark brown hair, a slim waist and
gorgeous hazel eyes beneath her glasses and you had a good looking girl who
was practically a member of the family already, overly friendly to me and
carefree about her behaviour and appearance around our house like you
wouldn't believe.

   Despite the close bond we developed as we grew up, when we got old
enough to start dating there were always other people, other situations
that prevented anything from happening between us, and now the only thing
that stood in the way was the random casual fling I had going with
Taylor...which of course, no one knew about.  With the wedding fast
approaching, we'd spent a lot of time together during some very happy and
emotional moments and we were getting on better than ever before.  Sarah
had also noticed this interaction between Meghan and I, so she pulled me
aside quietly one day to make a request.

   "Look Will, I know what you're probably thinking...and I'm sorry to do
this to you but...but...you can't start something with Meghan," she said.
"Wait, no just, what I mean is not right now, alright?" She sighed.

   "Ok that came out wrong, but look...I realize Meghan's single now, and I
can tell she wants to find someone new, especially since she'll be alone at
the wedding, but she's also a bit all over the place and you've going with
someone else and - like it or not - things need to stay how they are for
now.  I know Taylor is just a family friend..." - I cringed so much inside
when she said that - "...but you're going to be her partner at the wedding
and at dinner and I do NOT want any silly cross-romance issues taking
place!" She said the last part with such fury that I wondered how the rest
of the house hadn't heard her.

   Sarah softened, looking at me a little more lovingly.  "If you and
Meghan decide you want to give it a go after the wedding I'm all for
that...I know you're as close to her as I am, and you'd be so much better
than the jerk she's been stuck with for the last three years...but just not
now, not yet...ok?  Please?"

   I left her with the highest assurances that I'd leave Meghan alone
romantically until the wedding was over, for the sake of peace.  After that
I didn't know if anything would happen...but to be honest, you can never
expect the unexpected.

   As it turned out, for better or worse the "Taylor problem" would sort
itself out with the passing of certain events in a way that wasn't exactly
good, but hey, you can't argue with results.  But the lead up to the big
event that I'm here to tell you about went up another notch five days
before the ceremony, when my aunt and cousins showed up.

   Aunt Ellie was apparently a wild child in her youth.  She got pregnant
at 17, popped out two kids and then decided that their father was worthless
and that they could do much better.  She promptly met a new man, started
her own business and they'd been riding a wave of success ever since.  I
like Aunt Ellie, because she always seems to just enjoy getting out and
doing things.  Being only 37 she still has a body on her, although I didn't
take as much notice as most guys my age.

   My mum waited a little longer to find a strong relationship and get
married before having Sarah, Jaimi and I, but we were born not too far
apart from her kids since Aunt Ellie was the younger of the two by several
years.  Her oldest daughter, Lucy, was freshly 20 - 2 years younger than me
- and loving the party scene, getting out and having fun every weekend with
her friends while her little sister, Amy, sat at home doing 8th grade math
problems.  Lucy was easily one of the most attractive girls in our family,
with long red hair, a fit body with a tight curvy ass and a well
proportioned D cup chest.  Her boobs were perky enough for even me to
notice them, and pretty much all my mates wanted to bang her, a fact that
none of them hid when she was around.  I always felt embarrassed, but she
just smiled and put a little sway in her walk when she went past them all,
and I never complained about having a hot cousin.

   Most times when they came to visit both Lucy and Amy would normally stay
home and spend time with all of us, but now my little sister Jaimi was 18,
which meant her cheeky cousin was going to get them both into trouble.

   I should take this time to mention a bit about my family, since I
already started the story.  Despite all of their similar traits Jaimi was a
little different from the other girls; slighter in general build and more
athletic, with a very tight pair of C cups.  People often didn't take
notice of her straight away, but she could easily be a stunner in the right
outfit that would accentuate her perfectly flat belly and push her boobs up
a little more.  She also had a lighter brown/blonde hair colour, as opposed
to Sarah, who had long brown wavy hair, long legs and a more immediately
noticeable chest size on top of a smooth slender frame.  Sarah was taller
than all of us and closer resembled a model rather than Jaimi the gymnast,
but fortunately she didn't starve herself like one.  Both of them naturally
took after mum, who was slimmer around the belly and legs and taller than
Aunt Ellie, who like Lucy was blessed with more of a clear hourglass figure
that highlighted her bum and boobs.

   I'm sure you're wondering why this is important, and I'll get to that
later, but for now I guess it's good for you to know because in a funny
way, Meghan is almost the middle ground of all of them, sporting a very
modest B cup in casual modern clothes most of the time, with a slightly
round but tight little bum and flat belly that she's never really needed to
work on.  That said, she isn't athletic or sporty like Jaimi, and she isn't
tall and long legged like Sarah or well endowed like Lucy; Meghan is a
moderate - some might say average - blend of them all, but I always kind of
liked that subtle schoolyard playmate look...the kind of girl you could
know for years as a good looking girl but then be blown away by her
appearance if she dolls herself up to make you take notice.  I never felt
any reason to compare the girls in my family, but if I did I would still
have to rate Meghan at the top, regardless of the others' more alluring
traits.

   Her boyfriend had really been a dick.  One way in which it affected the
rest of us was the fact that he made her go on the pill so he didn't have
to buy condoms.  While I spent little time thinking about it, her strange
mood swings were actually a result of the contraceptive...which mostly went
away after she stopped dating him.  I overheard the girls talking about how
she had gotten off them and was feeling much better, apart from the
occasional headache...

   Like I said...surrounded by girls, AND girl conversations.  I was a
pretty popular guy when it was footie night and the fellas needed a place
to chill.

   As the day drew closer my time around the other girls intensified, but
so did the teasing I suffered around Taylor.  When we weren't hanging out
she was coming over to talk to Jaimi, flashing her panties at me or playing
with a lollypop with her mouth.  Part of me wanted to take her right there
and give in to the urges, but the other part of me suffered from different
urges - the ones that I was feeling for Meghan.  More and more I wondered
if I could talk to Taylor about playing it casual, taking a break and
trying other things, but every time Meghan smiled at me I heard Sarah's
voice in my head, asking if I could just wait until after the wedding to
avoid any trouble.  The fact that she thought there was some magic waiting
to happen gave me hopes and helped me postpone my confessions, at least for
a while.  Little did I know how these events were coming together to change
my life forever.

   --

   It was the day of the wedding, a day that in my mind would live up to
the hype of being the most unforgettable day of one's life.  I was in the
car with Taylor, Mum and Jaimi, while the others were going to meet us
there in separate cars.  Taylor kept rubbing her fingers up and down my
thigh when no one was looking; hiding my awkward boner was all the more
embarrassing since Jaimi kept looking back from the front passenger seat to
say something to one of us.  It was bad enough that Taylor had been
constantly teasing me, never mind trying to hold a conversation with my
little sister while trying to hide a pitched a tent under my jacket.

   I should point out that I'm really not a sex deviant; the day was about
love and romance and looking elegant, and it was these things that I
noticed in the girls around me when we got to the venue.  Jaimi and Meghan,
two of Sarah's bridesmaids, were wearing their hair long and free, a look
which I adored on Meghan and never saw with Jaimi running around playing
sports all the time.  Lucy - the third bridesmaid - had hers tied back to
fall down between her shoulders.  She said she wore here hair out all the
time so doing something fancy with it was her way of looking her best.  I
couldn't argue with that logic - she looked absolutely fantastic, and part
of me wondered why I couldn't have been partnered with her instead of a
fuss being made over Taylor.

   As the rest of the family began arriving, Taylor suddenly pushed me
aside, pressing her breasts against my chest and kissing me hard.  I gasped
into the kiss as her hand groped my cock, making it bar up yet again.  I
just couldn't get a break!

   "Almost time for your surprise," she giggled quietly.  "We should wait
until most people are drunk, so no one notices us missing...ESPECIALLY your
mother.  I know she gets tired after a long party so maybe if she
disappears for a nap..." She slipped a small flat card into my hand. 
"Here's the spare keycard.  Room 17, third floor, let's say...2:30?  I'll
be waiting...and don't hold back or go easy on me." She winked and wandered
into the room, finding Jaimi quickly.

   I wondered briefly if she was going to be the rough kind or the
submissive kind once she started having sex.  I guess either worked for me,
and even though she said that was how she wanted it I had my doubts about
it being special enough.  In the end I figured if she wanted it rough and
needy then she'd get it; maybe it would turn her on.

   --

   The ceremony was perfect.  Sarah looked amazing in her white dress, with
a little white silk rose pinned to one strap.  The bridesmaids all looked
great in their light blue dresses, and Taylor and the other girls of the
family all wore darker blue outfits of the same style.  Everyone was happy
and once the bride and groom left the church, it was time for the
celebrations.

   By the time I had arrived the party was in full swing.  Meghan and I
both made a toast to the new husband and wife, the food was amazing and
Taylor was getting along with everyone.  Eventually the dancing started and
the drinks came out, and it wasn't long before everyone had thrown back a
few.  I know this sounds a bit odd, but trust me...our family is the happy,
pleasant sleepy drunk kind, not violent, stupid, or full of bad words to
spread about each other.

   At some point I lost Taylor while talking to the guys, but I kept an eye
on the time; I knew at 2:30 I was expected to give her what she wanted so
badly.  I had to admit that I wanted it too...I was feeling more than a
little worked up.  Out of boredom, I wandered over to the bar to find
something a little stronger than beer, hoping to run into Meghan along the
way, but found my way there unhindered.  I sighed, figuring that avoiding
temptation was probably the right thing to do, since I had promised Sarah
not to start anything.

   Down the other end of the bar, my cousin Lucy and Jaimi were preparing a
set of drinks, something colourful and no doubt mildly radioactive.  I
approached them and Jaimi looked up, a little nervous perhaps of being seen
drinking in front of her older brother.

   "You're going to take it easy, right Jaimi?" I asked, making it sound
like a statement more than a question.  Lucy smiled, throwing her arm
around my little sister.

   "Come on, Will, you know I'll take care of her...I can hold my liquor
better than you can anyway!" she said with a grin, clinking glasses with
Jaimi and tossing it back before I could reply.  Jaimi looked at her and at
me, then shrugged and did the same, her eyes widening as she swallowed the
concoction.  Lucy laughed, pulling her hair out and letting it hang loose
as she started pouring another drink.  I shook my head, snatching one of
the two glasses from Jaimi and winking at her, taking a sip as I wandered
away.  It was lucky I had my back turned to them; my mouth lit up on fire
as the brew slipped down my throat, scarring me for life - or at the very
least, the next few hours.

   After another drink or two I noticed Sarah wandering over, smiling and
holding a drink herself.  I knew she wouldn't get drunk today, but still
she was often so tired out from just one that she would probably crash
faster than any of us, even the party twins mum and aunt Ellie.

   "I think, little brother, that it is time you gave me a dance!" she
declared, and put her drink down to lead me by the hand out onto the dance
floor.  A moderately slow song was playing, so we stuck to the standard
waltz position, my hand on her hip and hers on my shoulder.  She smiled at
me, and I smiled back.  She really did look stunning in that dress.  Its
beautiful yet simple design was what allowed her to stand out so much more
in it.  She had never looked so gorgeous, and I couldn't help but notice.

   "Stop staring, Will, you're making me blush!" she giggled.  "I can't
believe this has really happened," she said as we stepped to and fro.  "I'm
actually married.  Can you believe it?" I smiled and shook my head,
planting a kiss on her cheek as I did so.  Sarah looked to the left, past
our clutched hands, and I looked as well, spying Meghan sitting on her own
at the table.

   "She's not doing so well," Sarah said, resting her head on my shoulder,
watching her friend.  "I think she's feeling a little...moody." I felt bad
for Meghan.  Regardless of any romantic action I intended to take after the
wedding was over, she was a close friend and almost like another sister to
me.  It wasn't fair that she should be here on her own like this.  I felt
bad for thinking it, but I wished I hadn't gotten mixed up with Taylor.  It
wouldn't have been any easier to turn her down as a date for the wedding
dinner and all that if we hadn't been fooling around, but it sure did
complicate matters.

   "You know what?  You should give her a dance, what do you say?" Sarah
asked me.  I smiled, thinking that was just what I should do.  I nodded and
Sarah beamed at me.  "Look at you...dressed up all handsome like this,
asking Meghan Parker for a dance...I never thought I'd see such a thing
happen!" she laughed.  "My best friend and my handsome brother...I couldn't
ask for more..." With that the dance ended, Sarah giving me a peck on the
cheek back as we parted.

   I headed for Meghan's table, spying a drink sitting next to her as I
approached, when suddenly Taylor appeared, dragging me out the main foyer
doors and into a nearby bathroom by the arm.  She shut the door and locked
it, turning to face me quickly.

   "Taylor!  What...!" she cut me off with a passionate kiss to the lips. I
had never felt her do that before and as she pulled away, I could tell her
heart was racing.

   "I had a thought," she said.  "If you've been waiting all this time for
me, how long do you expect to last?  I think we need to relieve you a
little bit first..." She tugged on the zip of my pants, reaching a hand
inside to feel my growing member.  I had to admit, in the cute dress the
girls were all wearing, Taylor did look good.  Maybe it was the alcohol in
my system combining with all the tension that had been in the air, but
suddenly I needed this.

   I quickly forced Taylor to her knees, feeling her soft fingers grip my
shaft as she started to jerk me off, her tongue sliding up and down my
length quickly to get me wet enough for her fingers.  In no time she was
jerking me like an expert, my cock throbbing with desire.  Her lips
lingered close to the head of my cock and as she reached up underneath her
dress for her crotch, I leaned forward slightly, bumping her lips.

   Taylor looked up at me, a slight hesitation in her eyes.  I stared down
at her, feeling needy and starved of attention.

   "You want me to suck it?" she said to me.

   "Oh God yes, Taylor," I moaned back, watching her lean forward and part
her lips with the head of my shaft tenderly, her tongue flicking over me.
Her other hand yanked and twisted and before long a pair of white lacy
undies slid down her thighs, her fingers working furiously under her dress
as she sucked me off.  I knew she was feeling a little off put by sucking
me so I gripped her hair gently, feeling her hand move quickly up and down
my cock as she slid her lips further down, pushing her limits.

   "Yeah, you like that?" she said, stroking me hard.  I nodded and she
licked her lips.  "You going to fuck me hard today?  I'm so wet...I just
want you to slide your cock into me and pound me...take me roughly, make me
beg for it." She tried to deepthroat, getting part of the way down my shaft
before pulling back, looking up at me for approval.  I moaned and felt her
tongue lick my slippery cock before sucking me again, bobbing her head as
her fingers danced underneath her dress.

   As Taylor jerked me faster, I leaned back, feeling my release suddenly
coming very quickly as she tried deepthroating me again, moaning around my
cock.  The vibration set me off and I gripped her hair tightly, but then it
all went wrong; I wobbled, overbalanced and fell backwards to land sitting
on the toilet lid.  I held onto her head, pulling it into my lap and
pulling her forward, her knees slipping out from underneath her so that she
fell forward with me, causing my whole cock to slide into her mouth in one
go, making her gag and choke wildly.  I looked down as she gripped my
thighs with her nails, her eyes open wide, and seeing this couldn't hold it
and I blew my load - three weeks of pent up cum blasting straight down her
throat.

   Taylor felt it immediately, pulling back as I let go of her, the second
load pumping into her waiting cheeks.  She effectively spat my cock out,
just in time for a third massive load to fly out, landing across her face
like a waiting target.  Taylor gagged on her mouthful of cum, making it
spill down her chin and all over her hands onto the floor, my cock giving
one last effort and blowing more sticky cum onto her forehead and in her
hair.  I groaned with the feeling of being spent as my cock twitched, the
last trickle of cum leaking from my cock as Taylor gasped for air, her
mouth covered in cum, dripping from her face and her forehead, making a
mess on the floor as she leaned heavily on her hands, trying not to choke.

   "Are...are you alright?" I said, showing some concern at last for her.
Taylor remained bent over on her hands and knees, drips of cum hanging from
her nose and a strand of loose hair.  I patted her back as she coughed
again, spitting a wad of white onto the floor as she gained her breath. 
When she looked up, her eyes were red and watery, her lips, chin and neck
were wet with saliva and cum, and two strands of it ran from the top of her
head down one side of her face, while another line ran across her messed up
hair, hanging limply next to her face.

   "Do I fucking look alright?" she cried.  I helped her up and grabbed a
wet washcloth, trying to wipe the worst off before she pushed me away,
sniffling miserably as she looked in the mirror above the sink, a drip of
cum running into her eye.

   "My makeup is ruined...and I've probably got stains on this dress now!"
she exclaimed, wiping her mouth and neck clean.  I leaned over and wiped
her forehead and hair, getting the worst of it out while she washed her
face with warm water.  Her makeup was running down her cheeks and in the
sink by the time she had finished.  I grabbed a towel and sat her down,
gently drying her face off, getting rid of the running makeup and dabbing
at her eyes.

   "There...are you ok now?" I said, gently pressing the towel to her
cheek. She sniffed, nodding as I put the towel down and took her hand. 
"I'm sorry Taylor, it was an accident.  I just...I've had too many I
think..." I said, feeling the dizziness hit me.

   She nodded again, looking at the floor.  "It's ok," she said quietly. 
"I know you like that stuff.  I just...don't enjoy doing it." She looked at
me miserably.  "I've never enjoyed doing it, but...I didn't want to
disappoint you..." Feeling terrible, I gave her a cuddle and stood her up.

   "Taylor...I think we need to have a talk later, about us, but no matter
what, from now on, only do what you want to do, no matter what it is...you
do what you want to...ok?" I said.  She looked into my eyes and I figure
she could see that despite the drinks I'd had, I was being serious, and I
meant not just with me, but whatever she wanted to be doing with whoever
she wanted to do it with.  She gave me a small smile then coughed loudly,
covering her mouth with her hand.  When she stopped she grimaced, running
her hand under the tap to wash the rather white looking goo away.  Feeling
further embarrassed, I took her hand and quickly led her away from the
bathroom, back out to the party.

   Just outside the door, Taylor looked up at me.  "Umm...I think I
might...get some time alone...is that ok?" she asked.  Thinking she
probably needed time to put her makeup back on, I nodded and she quickly
headed for a group of girls I recognized from Jaimi's school, probably in
one of Sarah's classes or something.  At any rate, I was an odd mixture of
sexually relieved and horrendously embarrassed, so I headed for the bar to
take care of any lingering ill feelings.

   As soon as I got there I noticed several people enjoying themselves who
appeared to be a lot further along than me.  My mum and Aunt were both
beyond tipsy, which is fine until you get them together...they'll sing and
dance and laugh until they collapse for a nap, then up they get again.  It
was looking almost like mum was going to go down before Aunt Ellie, but
then I remembered that mum wouldn't want to get as drunk today as she might
otherwise.  Aunt Ellie, on the other hand, while not super rowdy, had
clearly had a few and they were both merrily singing away.  Looking over at
the tables I failed to spot Meghan, and Lucy and Jaimi weren't anywhere to
be found either.

   Feeling a little less pleasant as a result, it wasn't long before I had
downed plenty more drinks myself.  I normally can hold my liquor, but I
won't pretend that it doesn't make me a little wobbly in the head.  Looking
at the time I wandered through the crowd, some people saying hi, some
laughing at a joke, one person asking me where the bride was hiding (I said
she took off, couldn't stand seeing so many of her dreaded family members
in one place!) and one offering me more drinks which I had to turn down. 
Finding myself in the main hallway, I thought about Taylor's surprise and
figured I had to make it up to her, so I began making my way up to the
third floor, a feat none too easy when as drunk as I was feeling.

   At last I was on the right level, and even better room 17 was right at
my end.  It was about the right time so I fumbled for the key card Taylor
had given me and managed to open the door, stumbling into near blackness
inside.  The curtains were drawn with only a sliver of light showing
through, and there on the bed was Taylor.  She was lying face down on the
bed, her legs partly tucked up underneath her, her gorgeous ass in the air.
I never noticed what a nice ass she had until now.

   Quietly I made my way over - I say quietly, but I was drunk, so drunk
quietly, yet she stayed perfectly still, barely moving as I fumbled for the
back of her dress and lifted it gently, seeing her panties underneath.  I
ran my finger down the strip of material, wondering how I went so long
without this.  I ran my finger up and down her crotch, feeling a slight
wetness form from my touch.  She shifted slightly and I took my moment,
peeling the undies down just enough to reveal her pussy.

   I could see that she was trimmed short, very neat, and her dark coloured
pubic hair looked so inviting that I had to slide my tongue into her folds
right then and there.  She shifted again, her feet sliding apart just a
little to let me get closer to her.  I gently spread her asscheeks as I
licked at her pussy, tasting her sweet juices fully for the first time.

   Hungrily I lapped at her folds, my finger sliding around to find her
clit, rubbing it lightly as I felt her wetness spread.  It didn't take long
at all and I had her moaning quietly, not quite the same as when she did it
herself, but then I was doing something she couldn't manage herself.  With
one last long lick I stood up, dropping my pants and freeing my raging
cock. I was glad she had made me cum already, because I had never been more
turned on than I was now, staring at her tender pink slit, just waiting for
me to ease into her.  Slowly, I rubbed the head of my cock up and down,
nudging her lips open with each movement, eliciting a sigh of recognition
from her.  I felt the bed move as she made to lean up so I eased the head
of my cock into her, stopping her in her tracks.

   As I felt her tightness give way to my throbbing member I felt her start
to shake slightly, as if the very feeling of being penetrated was setting
her off.  Bit by bit, I fed my cock deeper into her pussy, my hands now
gripping her hips underneath the dress and pulling her back against me. 
With a satisfied moan I felt her asscheeks bump against my hips, my cock
fully inside her.  Taylor arched her back, her face falling to the bed with
a long sigh of pleasure, her hair falling across the pillows.  Very
carefully, I leaned forward and placed a kiss on the back of her neck,
smelling the sexy scent of her hair as I pulled back out slowly.

   I hope you're ready for this, I thought to myself, the head of my cock
easing in and out of her slowly, teasingly.  She leaned back against me,
trying to spear herself on my cock, but I held her away, teasing her more,
her warm entrance slippery with her wetness.  At last she grabbed a pillow,
gripping it with her bright nails and whispering very quietly, but very
insistently.

   "...do it..."

   I didn't wait.  I plunged my cock back inside her pussy like a nail
driving home.  Taylor almost cried out, burying her face in the pillow as
she moaned and whimpered, my cock pounding her hard as I gripped her hips
tightly.  She was so hot and tight that I thought my cock was going to get
stuck inside her, but somehow I kept going, sliding in and out of her
faster and faster, panting with the effort.  One hand slipped around her
waist to rub at her tender little clit the way I knew she liked it and she
gasped loudly, arching her back and lifting all but her face and arms off
the bed, twisting the pillow beneath her.  I heard her biting into it,
smiling as I slid in as deep as I could go and rubbed her clit, one of her
hands sliding down the length of her body to take over for me so I could
fuck her hard.

   I couldn't believe it, but here I was, fucking Taylor for the first
time, taking her virginity right here in this room.  Her dress was
bothering me so I threw it further back, revealing the soft skin of her
lower back.  I leaned over and wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling
her closer to the edge of the bed until my belly was pressed against her,
one hand travelling up to gently reach into her dress, feeling a hard
nipple beneath my fingertips.  I lightly rubbed it, caressing and gripping
her whole breast in my hand as she bucked and slammed her ass against my
crotch, sending my cock deep into her with each thrust.  Her tits felt
amazing to finally hold from behind, and I pulled on her nipples until they
were rock hard, making her gasp with delight.

   Before I wanted it to, I could feel myself getting close already.  I
fucked her harder, faster, letting go of those fantastic tits and leaning
back to change the angle, plunging deep inside her pussy.  Her body tensed
up and her hand brushed my cock as she worked her clit, her hips bucking
wildly now that she was getting there too.  Without warning I felt her
pussy spasm, clamping down on my shaft and squeezing hard as she started
shuddering, riding out her orgasm like a wild animal.  Taylor's hand
gripped the sheets and she threw her head back, letting out a long groan of
pure ecstasy as her other hand gripped my arm.  Her body danced beneath me
and I felt my control disappear, and with a loud yell I threw my arm around
her waist, pulling her tight to me and burying my cock in her pussy as it
exploded, flooding her insides with my cum.  My shaft pulsed as it shot
load after load into her, filling her up despite my earlier release.  Her
quivering body was warm against mine as I ran my hand over her soft, sexy
belly, her pussy clamped tightly over my cock, not letting a single drop
loose.

   With what little energy I had left I ran my hands over her sides,
feeling her nipples beneath my fingertips as I straightened her dress.  My
hand fell across something that I must have torn loose in my frenzy to get
to her boobs, and I drew it to me as I eased my cock back, letting it work
in and out a little before it went soft and slipped out of her, the wetness
of her orgasm coating me.  I lifted my pants back up and put the bundle in
my pocket, leaning over to kiss her but instead dropping to my knees and
lightly biting her asscheek, leaving a hickey.  She whispered a gasped
"fuck!" as she panted for air, her undies slipping easily back up over her
perfect ass as I heard movement out in the hallway.

   I quickly stepped over to the door, fumbling with it as my drunk
post-orgasm hands tried to yank it open without turning the knob, and I
took one last look at the inert figure on the bed, now thoroughly exhausted
from the fuck and what I was guessing was a few drinks too, her ass facing
me, that sexy dress barely covering her red panties.

   As I stepped out into the hallway, completely smashed, dizzy with
pleasure and celebration, I smiled at the memory of her shiny nails digging
into my arm as she came, the feeling of her long soft hair on my cheek as I
gripped her close, her pants, her moans, the soft feeling of her breasts in
my hands, and that final image of her completely spent from fucking. 
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the white fabric rose that the girls
had pinned on their dresses.  It'd be cute to give that back to her
downstairs.

   I headed back to the party - almost falling over completely - and
quickly found a few relatives having a drink in the corner.  As casually as
I could I sat down and grabbed another drink, feeling confident that I'd
made Taylor's fantasy come true, and then some.  Her earlier moment of
weakness was forgotten; I had screwed that up for her, and besides,
everyone had things they didn't like doing, there was no reason to read
into it.  After all, she had enjoyed it too, fingering herself as she
sucked me off...

   "Will!  There you are!" said Rob, coming over and clapping me on the
shoulder.  "You know Taylor was looking for you earlier...she had to do her
makeup again or some shit.  Amy said she saw her with Casey.  You should go
find her!" and with that he sat himself down and snatched my drink before I
could enjoy it.

   Well shit, if Casey was going to be nosey and pester people until I was
found I'd better make myself known.  I hoped Taylor would come down soon to
alleviate any issued I had...and then I saw them.

   Casey...and Taylor.  Sitting at a table on their own, looking for all
the world like they were both sober and coherent.  Taylor saw me and waved
me over, getting up from the table and meeting me away from Casey.  I went
to take her hand, intending to put the rose in it, but Taylor gently put a
hand in the middle of my chest to stop me.

   "Will...I have to be honest...I don't want to do this anymore." She
said. Puzzled, no idea what she meant, I watched as she came close to
breaking down into tears.

   "Whoa whoa, wait ok, what's wrong?  Didn't you, like, enjoy...I mean..."
I thought back to her own fingers, rubbing her clit so I could hold her
hips.  "I thought you were playing with yourself while I..."

   "I don't like sucking cock." she said.  It seemed so sudden that I was
stopped dead in my thoughts.  "I can't go through with it.  I'm really
sorry, Will, but I just don't know what I want right now..." Her lip
twisted, as if she was building to something big.  What could possibly have
induced this after fucking like crazy?

   "I know this sucks for you, but, well...I think I don't want to have
sex. I mean I do, but...not like this.  I think I might want to
explore...other things." Her glance flicked over to Casey, waiting for her
in the corner.

   Then through the haze, it hit me, the first of many punches to come that
would break my alcohol-driven stupor...she sounded nervous, the way she did
before sucking my cock earlier...doing something she hasn't done...

   "Look honestly, I don't think I'm into...you..." she said, blushing like
mad.  "I really like you and the few things we have done, but...well, look
I know you were waiting for me and...and hey, maybe you can find Meghan
here somewhere, I'm sure she'll pop her head back down soon enough.  Oh! 
Speaking of which, can I have the spare keycard for the room back?  Since
we won't be using it...it's just that I gave my personal one to Meghan in
case she wanted to go up and rest, because she isn't staying the night with
the rest of us girls, and when the bridal party was using the room there
was always someone else to let her in so she didn't have one and now I
don't have one...are you alright?"

   I was in shock.  Taylor was saying she hasn't had sex.  Taylor didn't
have her keycard.  Taylor wasn't in the room.

   I mutely handed over the card and turned to go, my mind fighting through
the inebriation to focus on the facts.  The world started to swirl around
me like the thoughts in my head, and I grabbed the back of a chair for
balance.  All of a sudden things started coming back to me...Taylor had
short nails, not long shiny ones, and her breasts were a little firmer than
what I remembered...the angle I was holding them at must have confused
me...

   Taylor was wearing white panties in the bathroom...not the red ones I
saw...what if it had been Meghan instead of Taylor?  What if Meghan
wandered up to the room?  I didn't want the first act of anything between
us to be a drunken fuck.

   Then the full force of what Taylor had just said hit me.  Meghan had
Taylor's card in case she needed to go up to the girls' room to rest.  But
that wasn't just Taylor's room, she didn't get a special one to herself, it
was a room for all the girls, and the bridal party had access to it...the
flower.

   I pulled out the white fabric rose I had taken from the girl in the
room. There was nothing special about it, just a white rose with a safety
pin like the others.  As if I needed any more confirmation, I glanced at
Taylor, now in a rather cosy looking talk with Casey and there it was...her
white rose, pinned securely to her dress still.

   That meant that whoever was missing their rose would be the girl I had
just slept with.  But...who?  How many people had access to that room?  Who
could it be?  I knew not many people would have the special rose.

   And then, as if my drunken mind was really working hard at fucking with
me, the last two dreaded pieces of the puzzle fell into place.  Firstly,
the simple fact that I thought I was cumming in Taylor, who had the
implant. Whoever I ended up fucking might not have been in the same
situation...I knew Meghan didn't have it...oh God, if I got Meghan of all
people pregnant...

   And worse...much, much worse, was realized as I saw Amy walk towards me,
carrying a glass of water.  She wore a white rose on her dress.

   Oh SHIT.

   "Hey Will," Amy said cheerfully.  "Do you know which room Lucy is in? 
She sent me a message saying she tried to drink Jaimi under the table and
they're both feeling wrecked.  I think they crashed somewhere, did you see
either of them go up to the rooms at all?"

   I shook my head, praying to God that neither of them had.  White
roses...

   Then I saw Michael looking around for Sarah...still looking for Sarah,
she'd been absent for a while now...

   "I tried to call mum's phone, but you know those two..." sighed Amy,
"they disappeared for a rest ages ago, I don't know...maybe they woke up
and heard if the others went upstairs too.  Anyway, if you see either of
our mums come down, ask them for me?  Thanks." And she wandered off, trying
to find her big sister.

   My mother and aunt, both tipsy and sleepy.  My cousin, definitely drunk,
and missing.  My little sister, drunk and missing...the bride, MISSING.

   I sat down, hyperventilating.  Even as I shook my head, thinking that it
was impossible, that I must have slept with Meghan by mistake, I realized
that I never really got a feel for the body type of the girl I held, which
meant I couldn't be sure...and her boobs were definitely not Taylor's
impressive size but were maybe only a little bit smaller, definitely not
Meghan's small size...no, it had to be Meghan, but...she has much shorter
hair than everyone else.  So many white roses...

   I felt sick, I thought I was going to puke.  Rushing for the bathroom, I
ignored Michael's inquiry about Sarah's whereabouts, not wanting to wonder
how tired she must have felt after today, not wanting to think about how
drunk my cousin could get, or how unused to alcohol my little sister was,
or how similar my aunt was in shape to her daughter...this couldn't be
happening, it just couldn't!  Not today!  NOT EVER!!!  I pushed open the
doors into the lobby and stopped dead, hearing my name being called from
behind me.

   "Will?  Oh, there you are darling...could you give us a hand?  Mummy is
a little wobbly..." I feared the worst...so many white roses...

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