Next morning

Upon feverishly racing back to her own room and embarrassingly running out of Joey’s hotel room after being awoken by him following her little “sex nap”, Alexa was running on pure adrenaline of the sudden awakening and hurriedly dressing to leave her unplanned cheating, all she could do was fall face first onto her bed and pass out like a night getting hammered at the bar.

The next morning, after sleeping straight through the night from her physically exhausting sexual rendezvous in Joey’s pants the night before it took Alexa’s maid of honor & older sister Torrie, to use the key she was given to go in and wake the passed out soon-to-be bride.

“Rise & shine sissy!!” Torrie walks in seeing her spread out little sis, face down with her arms & legs spread, clad in her T-shirt & leggings. She shakes her head at the prone sight in front of her, “Dear God Alexa is so lucky I wasn’t a guy with this card and walk into to see her like this. Never quite noticed but damn her booty is BIGGG. A guy would rip those pants apart and take advantage of her, well not including her overdone & unnecessary enhanced boobs. Anyway time to wake her up to start getting ready for her big day.” Torrie walks towards the bed, approaching her old cold baby sis, taking one last glance at the prone woman of the day.

*SLAP* “OWWWWW!!! WHAT THE FUCK, WHO THE FUCK JUST VIOLATED MY ASS?” Torrie holding in a chuckle as she watches the jiggling of her sister’s bountiful backside, when Alexa’s head swings around, with her eyes making direct contact with Torrie’s. “Seriously Torrie, why the fuck did you just spank my ass? That really hurt you know.”

“You were out cold sis, even after I had called in as I came in. And, I mean sis with the way you were passed out, you were presenting those basketballs in your pants just inviting a big old spanking like you got as a little girl. Lol.” Alexa blushed bright red, being reminded of her numerous booty spankings she suffered as a girl growing up from being the ‘bad daughter’. Alexa swung her hands behind her, meekly attempting to cover up her abused ass. “Come on, you’re running behind sleepy head, we have to get ready so you can go get your hair done.”

Alexa sat up as Torrie walked toward the bathroom, still shaking out the cobwebs of abruptly being awoken by her sister, her brain starting to stir. She stands up looking at herself in the mirror, her hair a jumbled mess, her limited makeup from night before smeared all over her face. ‘Wait, I don’t remember seeing my nipples through my shirt last night.’ Alexa thinks to herself as she runs her hands up her T-Shirt, coming in contact with the bottom of her breasts & then her erect nipples, eliciting a muffled moan.

Torrie walks back into the room, seeing Alexa’s nipple tweaking in the mirror coming from behind her, bringing a devilish grin to her face. Alexa had her eyes closed as she played with ultra sensitive nipples, unaware her sister had come out of the bathroom & more so was coming up behind her, that was until she felt something...

*SQUEAK* Alexa’s eyes shoot wide open at the sudden cooler sensation she feels seeing an unanticipated sighting in the mirror, Torrie kneeling down behind her, her hands locked into the top of her leggings being bunched up around her ankles. “Wow sis, had no idea, you don’t wear ANY underwear to bed? Is this the norm, cause if it is then how doesn’t Danny get it up?” Alexa is frozen glancing up higher in the mirror, coming in eye contact to a surprise she didn’t expect, her bare vagina. “Or were you just a lil frisky with yourself last night to get some stress out and get yourself off for your big day?”

“I..I..I..masturbated last night.” Alexa stammering out her bold faced lie, knowing the truth could ruin everything, “I couldn’t help myself, I just hope people around my room couldn’t hear me moaning as I erupted thinking about me & Daniel in here tonight.”

Alexa blanked out as Torrie responded, busy thinking about where her sacred “wedding underwear” is. She thought she wore it to bed. She walks to her drawers, nothing. Then her suitcase, nothing. Then the hangers with her dress, nothing. Then it hits her, ‘Oh fuck, I must’ve left it in Joey’s room after we fucked. I was in such a rush I didn’t even think. Shit, I NEED that underwear.’ She thinks to herself.

“Excuse me sis.” Alexa rushes off to the bathroom, cell in hand, ready to text Joey hoping for an answer.