Flashback: Sara, the bride's sister

The car show was one big flesh festival. Everywhere you looked, there were shiny car bodies, even shinier tits, and cocks bulging under pants. Lisa stood casually next to Jan, her sunglasses tucked into her hair, an innocent smile on her full lips. To everyone else, she was still sweet, helpful Lisa—the woman people liked to ask for advice. Only Jan knew what was really going on in her head.

At that very moment, Anna’s boyfriend was licking Anna to **** in the secluded container. The 22-year-old slut lay on a mattress with her legs spread wide, her clean-shaven, already completely swollen pussy wide open. The guy had buried his face deep between her thighs, slurping and smacking loudly while Anna’s legs twitched uncontrollably. She was already on her fifth orgasm and was just whimpering like a bitch in heat. The cum from 50 men that Lisa had collected in a bottle was flowing like thick, white cream from her delicate slit and dripping onto the floor.

Then a woman suddenly approached her.

Sara. In her mid-thirties, but with the body of a damn 25-year-old. Slim, toned, long dark hair falling over her perfect C-cup breasts. Tight jeans that accentuated her round ass, and a white top that let her stiff nipples show through. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a glossy magazine—and she had fire in her eyes.

“The one in there doesn’t know a thing,” Sara said quietly, but with a sharp undertone. She nodded toward the container. “I’m not as stupid as all the men here. I’ve been watching that little slut all day. How you’ve humiliated her more and more. How you’ve stripped her bare and used her piece by piece. And right now… you’re impregnating her with the cum of fifty guys.”

Lisa and Jan exchanged a brief glance. Then Lisa went straight on the offensive—with her sweetest smile on her lips.

“So what if I am? You can’t prove anything,” she asked kindly, almost pityingly, as if she were speaking to a confused child.

Sara just waved her hand dismissively. Her gaze was cold and lustful at the same time.

“I don’t want to prove anything. I want that too.”

Silence.

Lisa and Jan stared at her. Jan raised an eyebrow. Lisa tilted her head slightly, as if she hadn’t heard correctly.

“You… want cum from fifty men too?”

Sara smiled slowly. A dangerous, knowing smile. She took a step closer, so close that Lisa could smell her expensive perfume—mixed with the faint scent of her already wet pussy. “I want the full package,” Sara whispered hoarsely. “Publicity. Humiliation. Everything. The red glasses, the OnlyFans cameras, the clueless people who think they’re just seeing a horny random slut… but not for me.” She paused briefly, her eyes sparkling with pure hatred and lust. “But for my little sister.”

Lisa was genuinely astonished. She blinked, the sweet smile remaining perfect on her lips, yet in her head the sadistic gears immediately began turning at full speed. “…You’ll have to explain that to me, Sara,” she said gently, almost tenderly, and placed a hand on her forearm as if she were a concerned older sister.

Sara laughed softly and bitterly. She glanced briefly toward the container, where Anna was just having the last thick load of cum squeezed into her womb by her boyfriend—you could even hear the wet smacking and Anna’s stifled whimpering from outside.

“My little sister Svenja is getting married,” Sara began. Her voice was now cold and full of venom. “She’s five years younger than me—just twenty-five—and she’s marrying an old friend of mine from my youth. The guy I had a huge crush on when I was sixteen. At home, everything has revolved around perfect Svenja and her damn happiness for months now. The wedding, the dress, the venue, the guest list… ‘Oh Sara, you’re already thirty, you’ve got that behind you’—that’s the kind of crap I hear all the time.”

She clenched her fists; her nipples pressed hard against the thin fabric of her top.

“Then, for my thirtieth birthday, they subjected me to a truly humiliating bachelorette ritual. Not for me as a bride—no, just for fun. They stuck me in a granny dress, dragged me through town, called me ‘the old maid’ or ‘old hag’ in front of everyone, and **** me to find a bachelor to kiss me. In the end, I had to bribe one by letting him see my tits before he kissed me, while everyone laughed. Svenja laughed the loudest. Everyone had so much fun humiliating me. And now… now the little princess is getting her dream wedding and the whole world is fawning over her.” Sara looked Lisa straight in the eyes. Her gaze was no longer just lustful—it was vengeful, cold, and absolutely determined.

“I want her to be humiliated. I want Svenja, in front of the entire wedding party, in front of her friends, in front of everyone, with her pussy wide open, her asshole twitching, her tits jiggling—and for her to think no one notices. I want her fiancé Fabian to be the scapegoat in the end. I want her to **** herself so deeply that in the end she voluntarily gets down on her knees and begs for everyone to cum inside her womb. And I… I want to watch it happen. I want the money. I want the power. And above all, I want the perfect Svenja to finally end up just as much of a cheap, dripping cum-slut as I’ve imagined her to be.”

Lisa felt her own cunt twitch with lust at those words. Holy shit, she thought inwardly, grinning like a shark in her head. You jealous, bitter cunt… you want to publicly turn your own little sister into a wedding whore? That’s just as bad as me. You won’t just betray her—you’ll push her into the abyss yourself. And in the end, little Svenja will voluntarily humiliate herself even worse than you imagine in your wettest dreams.

Jan beside her had just been grinning silently the whole time. He knew exactly that Lisa had caught fire now. Lisa squeezed Sara’s arm lightly and gave her her brightest “I’m your best friend” smile.