The plane was still taxiing to the terminal when I turned my phone on. I found a text from Robin amid the noise from the office. "I'm picking you up" was all she wrote, but even that was enough to make me smile.
I was on the concourse before I called my big sister. "This is Brady. Mom said I might not see much of you this weekend because of all your wedding stuff."
Robin's voice came with the background noise from being in her car. "She didn't lie, but she's exhausted, so I'm picking you up. At least we'll have this chance to talk. Where are you going to wait?"
I'd looked forward to seeing Robin—even if only for a little while—but it wasn't until I heard her voice that it really hit me how much I missed her. I stopped walking and let the walkway moved me along. "I'll go all the way to the east end of the pickup area. I should be easy to find there."
"I think I'm about ten minutes away. I'll see you there."
The heat of early evening was stifling even in the sheltered pickup area, and dust and exhaust from the traffic made it worse. It was sometimes hard to see the drivers behind their windshields, but Robin was easy to recognize. I stepped off the curb to wave her down, and she lurched to a stop beside me.
The car's trunk popped open before Robin climbed out. She met me at the back of the car while I arranged party supplies to make room for my bag. "The air here is just disgusting," she said. She coughed and waved her hand in front of her face.
Robin hesitated for just a moment after I stood up. "Oh, kid. I don't care if it's a hundred and fifty out here, you still get a hug." She pulled me into a hug and talked with her cheek against my shoulder—the two years between us made her my big sister, not her size. "I'm glad you could come. It wouldn't be right without you."
I'd somehow imagined that moment as a calm, adult greeting. Instead, I picked Robin up, and she squealed in surprise when I spun her around. "I can't believe you're getting married!" She was breathless when her feet touched the concrete again. "I couldn't miss it! I hinted that I'd quit, and they decided it was better to give me a few days off."
Robin touched my chest and looked up. "It's been too long. Two years? I'm going to have to stop calling you 'kid.' I hardly recognized you." Her scent was warm and still somehow familiar. She still had the same honey-colored pony tail that fell down her back, and her eyes were still the same shade of blue.
My face hurt from smiling. "But you look just like I remember, now let's get out of here."
I was still trying to get the seat adjusted when Robin pulled into traffic. I studied the curve of her breasts and the shape of her legs until she turned to look at me. "Where too?"
"I'm staying at the Hyatt by the freeway. Are you still running? You look just like you did when you were sixteen." That made Robin laugh.
"Running and yoga, but I can't keep a schedule right now. I'll probably blow up like a balloon." She turned up the freeway on-ramp as she talked. "Thanks, though. I should probably get a new look, but now Dan says he likes it." Robin shifted in her seat and I didn't realize what she was up to until she slugged my arm. "Where does a computer geek get guns like that?"
"Software designer." I rubbed my arm where Robin's sharp knuckles sunk in. "They're from lifting, and you haven't forgotten how to make that hurt." I waited while Robin dodged through the last of rush hour traffic. "What's the plan tonight?"
"For you? Mom wanted to cook dinner, but she's so tired now, and like the shit hits the fan tomorrow with the welcome party. I worry about her."
I wanted a different plan. "Let her rest. I've missed you. I feel like I've lost track of you. I don't even know your fiancé. That's Dan, right?"
Robin flicked on her signal and moved into the exit lane. "Yeah, Dan. You'll meet him tomorrow. So what do you want to do?"
"I saw Mom two months ago when she came out to San José. I don't need to see her as much as I need to see you." I pointed out the hotel. "I'll buy you dinner here, and we can catch up. It might be our only chance for a long time."
"I'll see what I can do." It was as close as Robin got to a commitment. She pulled off the freeway and into the hotel parking lot, and she leaned against the car to make a call while I dug my luggage out of the party supplies in the trunk.
Robin was still on her phone when I tugged her toward the hotel. She finished her last call and stuffed her phone into her back pocket as the lobby doors hissed shut behind us. "That was easier than I expected. It makes tomorrow morning worse, but I have an open schedule tonight." She pointed out the elevators. "I'll wait over there while you check in."
The desk clerk pulled up my reservation and gestured past my shoulder. "Does your wife need a key, too?"
Robin had caught a couple as they stepped out of the elevator, and she was gesturing while they talked. "My sister, and no. She's just here for dinner."
The desk clerk smiled and handed me the key card. "I always feel sorry for guys with pretty sisters."
I was off to rescue the couple that Robin captured. I didn't think about what he said until I was halfway to the elevator, and then I laughed. Robin waved goodbye to the couple when I nudged her toward the open elevator and asked, "What were you guys talking about?"
"The hotel. This is a pretty ritzy place for a guy who's like two years out of college. You could have stayed at Mom's."
"With the aunts staying there, too? No. I still live like I'm in college. Ask Mom, she saw it. I make more than I spend, so I have money, and I thought a nice place might be good for an after party or something.
"Besides, I started a side business and I think I can expense part of the cost. I have a meeting tomorrow morning, and maybe one on Friday, too."
My room was only a few doors away from the elevator. Robin started exploring while I hung my suit. "This place is huge!" she said. It's almost as big as my apartment. It's almost a suite. The bed is huge, too. Do you have plans for it?"
I called the restaurant, and Robin was standing at the window when I hung up. "We have a half-hour to wait. Let me think. Who's your maid of honor? Isn't it traditional for the brother of the bride to bed the maid of honor?"
She laughed without looking back at me. "That's not a tradition, but it's Evelyn, and she might like that.
"You know, the view from here is great."
"It is." But I meant that my view of Robin was great. The raking light from the setting sun outlined the shape of her legs and the contours of her butt. "I hope Dan likes the view as much as I do."
Robin glanced back at me. "Are you gawking at my butt?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I'm getting hungry. Can we just go downstairs and wait?"
They found us a small table far from the light from the bar and noise from the kitchen. We talked over dinner and white wine, and Robin slowly relaxed. I watched her every move and expression and finally asked, "Something's wrong, isn't it? How's work?"
"I'm just tired and my nerves are shot. Work hasn't been a problem. I told the hospital I'd be gone for two weeks, but that hasn't kept the charge nurse from trying to get me in almost every day. That's just a matter of saying 'no' every day."
"You haven't talked much about Dan."
"What's to talk about? You'll meet him at the welcome party. I want you two to get along. It's important to me because you're both important to me." She sipped at her wine, then emptied the glass in a gulp. "And then maybe you can tell me what's wrong."
I refilled Robin's glass and sat back. "You aren't getting along?"
"I'm sure it's just the stress and the schedule. We'll be okay when this is all over." She swirled her glass and sipped at the wine again. "This is going to my head a little. It feels good."
Robin glanced around to see if anyone was close. "We haven't been getting along very well since my bachelorette party. There were eight girls, and we rented a limo so we could all get smashed.
"I realized about halfway through that the driver was taking pictures. I threatened to complain to his company, and he said that Dan paid him to take pictures. I paid him half what Dan was going to pay him, and I deleted everything. It was a penis-themed night, and Dan didn't need to see any of that."
I had to laugh. "Penis-themed?"
"You know, penis hats, penis-shaped chocolates, stuff like that, and a real penis or two. Anyway, I was mad, Dan was mad, and then things got worse after his bachelor party. I don't know what happened, but we haven't talked very much since, and when we have it's been tense."
Robin flipped her hand. "Who am I kidding. The problem didn't really start with the bachelorette party. Dan never helped with the whole wedding thing, and that got old fast.
"We kind of had this plan—or maybe it was just me—that we wouldn't have sex for a couple weeks before the wedding, and that would make our wedding night more special. Right now, I'm not having any trouble holding out on him."
"It seems like the wrong time for arguments." I searched for a way to say what I needed to say. "I'm jealous. That's the only way I can put it, and it makes it worse if he's not making you happy."
"Dan and I will be happy when all the wedding stuff is over. This is about as calm as I've been in two weeks. I have a sedative prescription, but I haven't wanted to use it."
Robin turned her wine glass in her hand. "You're jealous? That's ironic, since you're the one giving me away on Saturday."
I lifted Robin's hand away from her glass, and for a moment I watched the light reflecting off her engagement ring. "Remember how we were after Dad died, when Mom was so busy putting her life back together? Sometimes we were all we had."
Her tone was cautious. "I think about it a lot. We fought just like every other brother and sister. We pranked each other, and we embarrassed each other in front of our friends."
I finished the thought. "And we spent a lot of nights sharing a bed. Whole days, too. We shared everything."
Robin shifted in her seat. "The hours between the sheets—those memories are never going away."
"For me either. I think you'll always be my dream girl." I was pretty sure she knew where I was going. "You've always been pretty high-strung. Back then when you got upset about school or your friends I could calm you down. Let me calm you down tonight, just like I did then."
Robin pulled her hand back, but then leaned on the edge of the table and whispered. "Brady! I'm about to get married! It's been years. We can't go back, can we? I didn't bring anything. I have to get up so early."
She protested, but she never said "no." I watched her expression and her body language, and nothing told me "no," so I waved to the server. "Bring me the bill." I touched my empty wine glass. "Can I take the rest of the bottle with me?"
I left the restaurant with a bottle in one hand and Robin's arm in the other. She was a little breathless when I closed the door behind us and pinned her against the wall.
Robin looked up at me, and she gasped through her nose when I wrapped my free arm around her and pushed my tongue between her lips. She tasted like wine before she tasted like my sister, and then she hung her arms around my neck and pulled her body against me.
Her breath burned on my cheek while I explored her mouth, and she explored mine. My hard-on bulged the front of my jeans when I broke our kiss, and we both laughed and wiped our mouths with the back of our hands.
"That happened fast," Robin said. She glanced around and shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I gotta pee." She slipped from between me and the wall and closed the bathroom door behind her.
I left a glass of wine on the bedside table, flopped onto the mattress, and sorted my thoughts while I stared at the ceiling. I was surprised when Robin climbed astride my thighs.
She sipped from the wine glass and set it back on the table, and the wine scented her breath when she bent close. "Tell me kid, how is your calming therapy going to be different from just doing me?"
I inhaled a hint of hotel bar soap from Robin's skin. "Did I tell you it'd be any different?" It made her laugh. "I thought maybe you'd come out already naked."
"I thought maybe you'd like to unwrap the package yourself." Robin unbuttoned my shirt while she talked, and then she pulled its tails out of my jeans. She stroked my pecs, and she sent a thrill through me when she bent down and kissed my chest.
Everything Robin did to me felt good, so I let her keep doing them. She pushed her nose under my ear and kissed my neck while she peeled my shirt down my arms. She opened my belt and my jeans to push both hands into my boxers, and I moaned when her fingers wrapped my cock.
"You're so hard!" Robin slipped off the bed, knelt in front of me, and dragged my jeans and my boxers down until my cock stood up in front of her. "You have such a beautiful cock."
I propped myself up on my elbows to watch. Robin held my cock in her hand, kissed its smooth head, and looked up at me. "I just now realized why your cock is so beautiful to me. Your cock is what I imagine when I imagine a perfect cock. It's so straight and strong. I love the way the veins stand out, and I love the way it feels in my hand and in my mouth."
Robin let my shaft go long enough to tug my jeans and boxers down around my ankles, and then she looked up with my cock in her hand. "I want you to come for me."
I sat up and brushed a lock of hair off Robin's forehead. "I thought I'd be doing most of the work here."
"The way I remember it, if I get you off first, then you're more patient when it's your turn." She closed her lips around the head of my cock and then let it go with a pop. "I don't get anything by doing this for Dan. He just falls asleep after he comes."
Robin ducked her head down, and her lips and her tongue slipped over my shaft until the head of my cock was deep in her mouth. She drew back, then took me in again, faster each time until her pony tail danced across her shoulders.
I wanted to touch Robin's head, but she pushed my hand away. I fell back on the bed, and the sensations that my sister's mouth sent through my cock flooded my mind. They made me writhe and buck—I couldn't stop myself. I caught my breath and hoped my groan would be warning enough.
Robin gasped through her nose and grunted around my shaft while the fireworks went off behind my eyes. Spasms wracked my body, and I filled her mouth with hot cream. She pumped my cock until I was empty, and then she sat back with her fingers to her lips.
My chest heaved while I caught my breath then I sat up and watched Robin wash me down with wine. I kicked my shoes off and pushed my jeans and boxers to the floor.
Robin whooped when I pulled her onto the bed. I wrestled her down where the bedside lamp lit her body. Her laughter tickled my ears and her breath warmed my cheek. "So you aren't falling asleep?" she asked.
"How could I fall asleep?" I sat up astride my big sister's thighs and leaned over her to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to open my package."
I wasn't as patient as I could have been, so I fumbled with the buttons a little before I got Robin's shirt open. Getting her bra off was a little harder. I tossed her shirt and her bra to the floor, and then I could watch her tits while I unzipped her shorts.
"Shoes! Why are shoes always in the way?" I climbed off Robin and knelt by the bed to take her sneakers, and then I tucked my fingers into the waist of her canvas shorts and pulled them down her sleek legs.
That's where I stopped. "Lace underwear?" I pulled the waist band down and peeked. "And you're shaved!"
Robin propped herself up on her elbows and watched. "What are you waiting for? You've been down there before."
"Building the drama, I guess. Besides, I've never seen you shaved." I pulled Robin's panties down, dropped them beside me, and my package was unwrapped. I lifted her knees apart so her pussy wasn't so hidden in shadows, and her beautiful, round breasts shifted as she moved.
"So, do you like it?" There was doubt in Robin's question.
I stroked my hands up my sister's thighs and over her hips before I answered, and I paused to inhale the scent from between her legs. "I'll show you how much I like it."
Robin gave a little grunt and fell back on the bed when I pulled her elbows from under her. I climbed over her and wrapped her hands around my aching hard-on. "Brady, how can you be so hard, so soon? You just nearly drowned me."
"You do that to me." She tilted her mouth up to me when I bent to kiss her lips, but I knew that a kiss on her mouth wasn't what she really wanted.
I kissed Robin's throat, and her smooth, white shoulder before her grip slipped off my cock. Her nipples hardened in my mouth while I sucked her, and her pussy was tight and wet around my fingers. I kissed her belly and slipped off the bed to kneel between her legs, and I kissed the top of her shaved delta.
Robin's excitement was tangible. It was in her tense muscles, and it was in the scent of her skin. I kissed the inside of her thigh once then a second time before she groaned in frustration and pulled my face against her pussy.
I closed my mouth over Robin's mound and sucked her. The stubble of her pubic hair was only a little prickly. I found her clit with my tongue and worked over her hood, and that made the unhappy bride gasp and twist in my grip.
Intimacy became my drug. The way my sister moved in my arms and under my tongue, her scent, and her taste all made me want more. She gave me more when I found that rhythm that set her on fire. She rocked her hips and chanted, "Oh kid."
It didn't take long. Robin's body tightened, and she closed her thighs around my head. I felt her orgasm grip her body. She bucked in my grip and tugged at my hair.
I had Robin was right where I wanted her after her climax passed—lost in la-la land. I looked up across the smooth lines of her belly to watch her arms flop and her chest heave. She twitched when I gave her clit a little kiss, and she put her hand on my head. "It's sensitive down there."
"Is it sensitive down here, too?" I backed up to see what I was doing and slipped my fingers down her gleaming pussy lips. "You're really wet." I pushed one finger and then two fingers into her to coat them with her nectar.
Robin caught her breath and squirmed away. I followed her, and she watched while I wet my cock with her juice. I held my shaft in my hand and worked it along her pussy lips, and she spread her legs wide. Robin groaned when I pushed my cock into her, and the sensation made me stop. "You're tight."
I stopped for just a moment to calm myself then pushed again deeper into Robin. She put her hand on my chest, but she didn't stop me. She cradled me between her thighs and said, "Now go in all the way."
Robin tossed her head back while I joined our bodies, and then we watched each other. We moved as one at first, as if our thoughts were joined as well. She slipped her arms around my shoulders and held me. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. My body undulated over her and in her, and she rocked under me.
I thrust faster, looking for that rhythm that would set her afire again, and Robin breathed in gasps and gulps. Her legs slipped off my hips, so I paused for just a moment to hook my arms under her knees, and I plunged back into her.
My mind was awash with the sensations from Robin's tight pussy. I heard her groan, and I felt the pain as her fingernails dug into my back. I slammed my cock into her and our bodies slapped together harder and faster until Robin clenched her teeth and screamed against my neck.
Robin's orgasm coursed through her muscles. She was helpless under me, and I didn't stop. I demanded more and more, and her pussy pulsed around my shaft.I was so adsorbed in Robin that my own orgasm came suddenly. It took me by surprise. I slammed my cock as far into her as I could reach and gasped at the ceiling. My balls tightened and my essence burned the length of my shaft. I erupted inside my sister, then slammed into her and did it again, and then again until I collapsed on the bed beside her.
"Oh God, Robin," was all I could say, and I said that to the ceiling. It took me a moment to start breathing again, and then I pulled her into my arms. I kissed her face and her lips. "You're trembling. Are you OK?"
Robin answered with a nod, and I tugged the bedclothes over us. I wrapped her in the sheet and blanket, and I wrapped her in my arms to keep her safe and warm. I held her and stroked her hair until she drew a deep breath and released it slowly and evenly against my chest.
"Are you calm now? You seem calm."
Robin laughed and pushed herself back. "I am so well-fucked. I'm not the unhappy bride anymore. I'll think about lists and schedules tomorrow. Right now all I'm thinking about is you, kid."
I pushed the bed clothes away and rolled onto my back, and Robin rose on her elbow beside me. Her eyes followed her finger as it traced a line across my chest. "Did you think this might happen when you came back?"
"Yes. No. Before tonight, I didn't think we'd ever do it again, but when I thought about it... I told you in the restaurant that you'll always be my dream girl."
"You jerked off when you thought about me, didn't you." Robin laughed. "I did it too."
I admitted nothing because she already knew the truth, but I asked her, "Is there an elephant in the room?"
"Dan's not that big. Look, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I mean that, if he ever figures us out, then he's going to have to live with it. We can't change where we came from, and I wouldn't want to, anyway."
Robin laid her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her. She was warm and relaxed, and then she was quietly asleep. That was good. She needed the sleep, and so did I.
* * *
Mom looked past me when she met me at the door to the car I parked in her driveway. "Good. You rented something. It'll probably come in handy."
I gave Mom a peck on the cheek. "My schedule this morning wouldn't have been possible without it, but I'm yours now."
She led me to the kitchen while we talked. "Robin said you had business this morning."
"I met the owner of a screen printing shop. I think I educated him on how much it would cost to upgrade his web presence, and that was the end of it. It was a nice shop, though."
I sat down at the breakfast table across from Mom. She'd changed out of her housecoat, but she was still nursing a cup of coffee. "I slept late this morning. I must have needed it more than I thought. Now I need lunch. Have you eaten?"
"I had lunch at the Pioneer for old-time's sake. When are people supposed to get here?"
"The caterer will be here after three o'clock. The invitations told people to get here at four. Robin and Dan should make their entrance before the buffet opens. At least that's the plan. Howard is coming over, and the three of us have until then to get this place ready."
The house was ready when four o'clock came, and I stood by the front door to direct people through the house to the patio and the pavilion in the back yard. I caught Evelyn—Robin's maid of honor. "Can you help me? I don't know the wedding party, or any of Dan's family."
Evelyn waved her guy away. "Greg, can you go mingle? I'm going to help here." She stood close and squeezed my bicep. "How many people are here?"
"So far? I haven't been counting. There's supposed to be a lot, but it already feels like a crowd. Maybe because the aunts finally badgered Robin into marrying, and they're turning on me. It seems like there's more of them then there used to be."
Evelyn and I probably looked like a couple, and I was comfortable with that. "I like your new haircut. You make a good pixie." She was a little taller than Robin, but she was thinner, too. Her dark hair was long enough to pull, but not much longer.
"Thanks, but keep your mind on the job." I guess she could tell where I was going. Evelyn pointed to the next couple coming to the door. They seemed like a mismatch. He was tall and loud. She was dark and quiet. "This is Paul McMahon—the best man—and his wife, Sonya."
I shook hands with Paul, and promised to meet up with them later, then Evelyn tugged me away to meet the bridesmaids. She greeted both women with hugs then stepped back and gestured to them. "You know Courtney, and this is Sybil."
Courtney was one of Robin's oldest friends, so of course I knew her. I didn't know Sybil, and the way she checked me out made me square my shoulders. My reaction was involuntary, but she liked the effect.
The groomsmen were next. Jaime and Nick each came with dates. We bumped fists when Evelyn introduced us, and I sent them off to the bar where Paul waited with his wife.
The stream of guests dwindled before Evelyn pointed out the door and said, "Dan and Robin are here." They stepped around shrubbery at the end of the driveway. Dan was dark-haired and a little thick, and my first sight of him made me uneasy.
Robin looked like the perfect bride-to-be clinging to Dan's arm. That wasn't how she looked when she got out of bed in the morning. I should have been ashamed of myself, because I didn't want my sister to look that happy with Dan.
I watched them for a second before I asked, "What do you think of Dan?"
Evelyn waited until they were climbing the front steps. "Maybe I think no-one's good enough for your sister. Your mom's the same way." She squealed when Robin stepped through the door, and they kissed the air by each others cheeks.
Robin pushed Evelyn back and kept a reserved distance when she turned to me. "Dan, this is Brady. You're both computer geeks. You should have a lot to talk about."
I put one hand out and slapped his arm with the other. "Great to finally meet you! Robin thinks everyone who works with computers is the same. I'm a software designer."
Dan laughed, but he was already looking past me when he shook my hand. "IT. We may not have that much in common. Let's talk later." Paul called from the bar and Dan stepped around me.
People were already calling for Robin, so she couldn't spend time with me. She watched Dan fist-bump Paul, and she touched my arm. "I really want you guys to talk."
Robin waved at one of the aunts and left. We watched her greet everyone she met on the way, then Evelyn said, "She looks happy. I haven't seen her relaxed like this in weeks."
I hardly listened. Instead, I watched Robin balance on her high heels and crouch to hug Naomi—the wide-eyed little girl who would be her flower girl. I wanted to strip Robin's over-sized blouse down her arms and peel those skinny jeans off.
Evelyn shoved my shoulder to get my attention. "Aren't you supposed to be getting to know Dan?"
That's what I did. I found Dan talking with Sonya, who stepped away when she saw me. She touched his arm before she left. "Mijo, we'll talk later."
It wasn't until the older people were leaving and the cousins with kids had already gone that I talked to Evelyn again. I caught up with her and her date when Dan went to the bathroom. "It's still early. What are you planning?"
"Courtney, Sybil and all, we're thinkin' after party, and I think Jaime and Nick are on board. You've been with Dan and Robin more than I have, what are they thinking?"
"I've been keeping Dan's glass full. He's going to come to Okie's with me, so we can talk. I'm not sure about Paul and Sonya. They seem to have different ideas about what to do next."
I heard Robin before I saw her. "I'm up for an after party. The Tiki Bar might be fun, but I need some people to stay a few minutes to help Mom."
Dan was restless. I couldn't wait. "Tell Mom I'll be here before noon. I'll help then. Right now I need to go. Text me when you know what you're doing."
Okie's was a student dive about fifteen minutes away, and Dan spent the whole drive giving me dirt on the girls at the party. I knew more about Evelyn than he did, and he avoided saying anything about Sonya until we were playing pool.
Dan swirled the rocks in his scotch, and watched me line up a shot. I had a craft draft—only my second beer all day. I looked up when the three ball dropped. "What did you guys do at your bachelor's party?" It was a question that Robin wanted me to ask.
He leaned on his cue and laughed. "We went to Knockouts, and man, that was a blast. We went to watch the strippers, but the girls sold us coke and lap dances."
It seemed like Dan was ready to stop there, so I prompted him for more. "Did you spring for the VIP room? I hear that's a good time."
Dan was loose. It was in his eyes and in his voice. He was a little unsteady when he bent toward me. "We did better than that.
"Paul got pissed because they don't let you touch the girl dancing on your lap. He decided Sonya could do it better, so we went to his place for a real private show.
"Sonya was spitting mad, but he made her do it. Paul got a lap dance. I got a lap dance, and she had some fun with me. Paul made her get on the coffee table then we made up a kind of bump-and-grind and clapped our hands while she stripped naked."
I was surprised. "She put up with that? It's an odd way for a guy to treat his wife."
Dan motioned the waitress for another drink. "We were loaded. It didn't make much difference what she wanted, but it worked out for me." He pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the time. "My ride is picking me up pretty soon."
It was the first I heard of that plan. "Who's your ride?"
It was summer and still a little early for the crowd, so Dan's drink came right away. He wobbled a little when he took it from the waitress. "Sonya, and I mean that both ways.
"Paul ended up in the bathroom after Sonya's dance. I followed her to the kitchen because she was naked and hot. I said something like 'Wow, thanks.' She turned around on me, kinda stepped real close and asked, 'So you liked it?'
"What was not to like? Robin had already cut me off and—you know—what's a guy to do? Paul passed out on their bed, so I did Sonya on the sofa. I did her mouth, and I did her tits. Her honey pot was so good that I fucked her until the sun came up. I had her claw marks on my back for days."
Dan's phone chimed, and he checked the message. "Gotta go." He downed the rest of his drink and took a second to get his balance before he left. I didn't have a thing to say. What kind of guy cheats on his fiancée with his best friend's wife, and then brags about it?
I checked my messages and found nothing from Robin, so I paid my bill and texted her. "Where's your after party? We need to talk."
Robin took a few seconds to answer. "We just got to the Tiki Bar."
I had to look up the Tiki Bar, and then find parking that wasn't too far away. It was a dark and noisy place. The wedding party and their dates were gathered into a cluster of tables in the middle, and Robin was presiding over a pitcher of frozen daiquiri. I tugged on her arm to get her to stand. "Where can we go?"
"To talk?" She pointed to the back of the bar. "They have a patio, and it's probably quieter than this."
It was still warm on the patio, and the air was calm. Robin brought her drink, and I found a bench by a flickering tiki lamp. She sat beside me and gulped enough of her drink to risk a brain freeze. "This is about Dan, isn't it. The way you're acting, it can't be good."
I watched my sister's face while I told her Dan's story, and her reaction surprised me. She sighed and leaned her shoulder against mine. "I'm so confused. That explains a lot, but I don't know how to feel."
Robin set her drink down and shifted around to touch my chest. "I should be mad because he's cheating on me—and right before our wedding—but it's not like I'm traveling the high road, you know?" Her hand slipped down to the front of my pants, and I got her point.
"Now I wonder who Dan really is. He's arrogant sometimes, but that's over the top." Her body stiffened, and she pulled her hand out of my crotch "Oh God! I hope he doesn't think he can pass me off to Paul to make up for fucking Sonya. Paul's an ass. I don't want anything to do with him."
Evelyn's voice came from the doorway. "There you are!" I barely looked up before she dropped onto my lap and laid her legs across Robin. "I'm a little tipsy already."
I was OK with having a slightly drunk girl on my lap. Evelyn wasn't very heavy but I still needed to move her off my cock. She laughed at me and took a sip of her daiquiri. "I took a survey, so it's official. All the girls feel like they have targets on their butts, and they aren't complaining."
Robin sat up a little and arranged Evelyn's legs. "It's a wedding. If you take away all the bows and flowers, and the fancy clothes, then it's all about sex. Everyone wants to get into the spirit, right?"
I laid my arm around Evelyn's hip, and she leaned against my chest. "Your brother's comfy." She glanced up at me. "But I'm not going home with him tonight. The other girls? I'm not sure they're leaving with the guy they came with."
Evelyn watched Robin for a second. "Dan and Sonya are missing. Is that a coincidence?"
I shook my head but let Robin tell the story. Evelyn's body tensed as she listened. "Oh my God! So, they're like doing it right now?" She swung her legs off Robin and sat upright. "They aren't doing much to hide it. Even if Dan didn't tell his whole story, they were pretty cozy this afternoon, and they're gone tonight. It isn't hard to figure out. Are you alright? Are you going to cancel the wedding?"
Robin shook her head. "Maybe I'm in shock. It all makes me feel kinda worthless, but I think it's too late to cancel. I've always said it'll be OK. It'll be OK."
Evelyn stood up with her drink in one hand and pulled Robin up with the other hand. "Come with me and don't forget your drink. I know how to make you feel better." She started to tug Robin away then looked back at me. "You should go trolling for bridesmaids. They were asking after you—especially Sybil."
"Sex is in the air," is just a saying, but when I got back into the bar, there was sex in the air. You could see it in the way the guys postured, and the way the girls laughed and touched their faces.
I found Greg watching from the side. He motioned to me. "Have you seen Evelyn? I'm starting to wonder where I stand with her." He pointed to a table of girls. "Maybe I should dive into the pool like everyone else."
"She's with Robin, and they'll be back. You should stick with Evelyn. I think she plans on staying with you."
The daiquiris the girls were drinking weren't my thing, so I found a beer glass and poured from the pitcher the guys bought. I waited with Greg and listened to his monologue about what we saw while rumors ran through the girls. Something was about to happen, and then everyone turned their head.
Robin and Evelyn came from the direction of the women's restroom. Robin still wore the clothes that I wanted to strip off her at the welcome party, but things were different. Her hair was tied into a pony tail high on the back of her head. Her makeup was darker and her breasts moved under that thin, flowing blouse.
She wasn't the perfect bride-to-be anymore. In an atmosphere already charged with sex, she was a lightening bolt. Robin flew her ponytail like a flag, and she moved as if everyone watched—and they did.
Robin stopped by the first table where grinning guys struggled with their need to touch her, and I watched the way her blouse draped over her bare breasts.
Evelyn pushed something into my hand. I was surprised, and I squeezed it without looking. "What's this?"
"Your sister's bra." She trailed her hand across my back as she stepped around me and stopped beside Greg. "I need you to take care of her now. I know you can do it."
"Fair enough. Any special care instructions?"
Evelyn tugged Greg toward a booth, but she stopped. "Make sure she feels worthwhile."
I tucked Robin's bra into my jacket pocket and circled the tables to reach her. A camera flashed, and then it flashed again. Paul was taking pictures, and Robin posed until the bouncer told him to put the phone away.
Robin's daiquiri was empty, so I took it away and filled it. She lifted it out of my hand when I offered it, and she smiled. "You're doing a better job of keeping your eyes up than those other guys were."
"I got an eyeful before Evelyn gave me your bra and put me in charge." I checked the time on my phone. "It isn't late yet, but I want to get you out of here. How much longer do we need to stay?"
Robin held her drink up. "I'll finish this, and maybe we can take one in a go cup." She looked around. "People are coupling up. Maybe my job is done."
I hatched a plan while Robin finished her daiquiri, and she had her go cup in hand when we left. I tugged on her elbow and pulled her close while we walked to the car. "You're giving gifts to the bridesmaids, aren't you?"
"At the rehearsal dinner. They'll each get a bracelet with a heart charm engraved with 'Dan and Robin.' They might not want to keep the charm, but the bracelet is nice."
"I had this idea. Evelyn said that all the girls feel like they have targets on their butts, right? I met a screen printer today who could print real targets on their butts, and probably before the rehearsal tomorrow. I think I just need to get them to him."
Robin laughed. "You mean, like targets printed on new panties? That would be funny. Where would you get the panties, like Pink or something?"
"I think I'd need help with that. I don't know anything about girls' underwear."
Robin nudged me with her hip. "You know how to get them off your sister. There's a Pink at the mall near the Hyatt. Go there. Get simple low-rise briefs—kinda sexy, but not too skimpy. It would be fun to give them to Nick and Jaime's dates, too—I'd even give one to Sonya. I think you could get them all mediums."
I settled into the driver's seat and buckled my belt. Robin nestled her go cup into the holder and looked up. "Where are you taking me?"
I thought it was odd that we hadn't talked about it already. "Now that I have you out of the bar, we can do whatever you want to do. Food? Coffee?" I'm sure there was a hopeful tone in my voice. "The hotel?"
"I smell a conspiracy. What did Evelyn tell you to do?"
I started the car, connected my phone to the stereo, and turned on the lights before I answered. "She told me to make sure you feel worthwhile. That should be easy because to me, no-one's more important than you."
"You're exaggerating, but thanks." Robin dropped back into her chair and waved toward the windshield. "Just drive. I'll tell you when to stop."
I took an aimless route through familiar parts of town. Robin pointed to the left as I drove a back street across the university campus. "Turn here. Let me see if it's changed."
I followed a lane off the street to a secluded parking lot. Robin sat upright and looked around as we circled. "It's just like it was. I used to run the track around the golf course, and this is where I did my cool-down. Let's stop."
The city lights stretched across the valley below the campus, so I stopped where we had the view. I turned the car off, and Robin pointed up. "Can you open the sunroof? Let's get air."
She felt around beside her seat for the controls while I looked for the right switch to open the roof. We could hear a night breeze rustle the leaves in the trees and smell the cool grass scent from the golf course. Robin laid her seat back. "It's peaceful here. I think I need 'peaceful.'"
I laid my seat back beside Robin's, and we watched the night sky through the sunroof. It was a clear, moonless night, and the stars glittered overhead. A falling star streaked across the sky above us, and Robin rolled on her side to look at me. "Do you know what this reminds me of? "
I probably did, but I wanted to hear Robin say it.
"Remember when we laid a blanket in the back yard, right where the pavilion was this afternoon, and watched the stars all night? It was a warm summer night like this and there were fireflies in the corners of the yard. Everyone in the neighborhood was outside, or they had their doors and windows open."
"I remember. We heard cars on the street and listened to people talking, but then things got quiet and there was just a TV somewhere. There was nothing but a cricket when that was gone.
"We counted falling stars and talked about everything. We woke up there just before the sun came up. The grass was covered with dew and you were cold, so I wrapped myself around you to keep you warm."
Robin reached to touch my arm. "Do you think we were in love back then?"
"I was in love with you, but I was too young to know how to say it. Those screaming arguments we got into? I've thought about them a lot. They were the only way I could say how much I needed you."
Robin moved a little closer. "I knew that, really. Last night brought back a lot of memories. I loved you, too."
I rolled to face Robin. "Can we go back?" Maybe my words rushed a little. "There was never a time when we stopped loving each other, was there? First we didn't depend on each other so much, and then I moved away."
Robin seemed confused. She wasn't ready to answer, so I went on. "Why don't you come to San José, and we can be in love again? You could have your own place if you want. You're a nurse, so you can work anywhere, right?"
She shot me down in flames.
"So can Dan." I could see Robin clench her jaw even by the starlight. "All he needs for his job is a laptop with an internet connection. We've talked about moving, but I don't think he'd want to move just so I can climb into bed with you, you know?" Her voice turned bitter. "Besides, he'd have to leave Sonya."
Robin popped her door open and climbed out with her go cup in hand, and I met her beside the car. She leaned back against the fender and watched the lights in the valley. "Evelyn told me not to stew in it tonight, and to talk to him tomorrow. I want it all to be a misunderstanding, but part of me wants to see what an arrogant liar he might be."
I stepped close and rested my hands on Robin's hips. "We should talk about something else—for Evelyn, you know." I bent over her to inhale her slightly boozy scent. "I bet that when she brought you back into the bar looking like this, every guy there put a target on you."
"Did you too?" She lifted her arm over my shoulder and dangled her drink behind my back. "What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking what I've been thinking ever since this afternoon. I want to take your clothes off."
Robin smiled and lifted her other arm over my shoulder. "You know, kid, if you want me naked, then you just say so."
I slipped my hand up from Robin's hip, and cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. Her nipple and my cock started to stiffen at the same time. I bent to whisper by her ear. "I want you naked, but that's a little different. I was talking about taking your clothes off—slowly, one button or snap at a time, and exploring every touch and taste and scent as I go."
Robin turned her head and kissed my neck. "I'll let you do that, but I don't know how patient I can be—especially after all these daiquiris." She took her arms off my shoulders, and I stepped back to let her push away from the car. "Let's go to my place. I have something to show you—something other than skin." She sucked on the straw in her go cup until it gurgled. "I bet you'll like it."
"It" was a mystery until we reached her apartment. Robin unlocked the door, dashed for the bathroom, and just paused long enough to say, "Look around, and get ready."
I didn't see anything unusual in the living room or the kitchen, but then I reached her bedroom. She must have heard me laugh, because her voice came through the bathroom door. "Do you like them?"
"Mirrors on your ceiling? And your closet door is all mirrors? I like the way the big mirror at the head of the bed slants. I'll have four ways to look at you while I take your clothes off."
Water started running in the bathroom, and Robin's voice came over the sound it made. "The couple that had the apartment before me put the mirrors on the ceiling and on the closet door."
I tossed my jacket on a chair and dropped onto the edge of the bed. I pulled my shoes and socks off while Robin talked. "The landlord offered to take them down, but I was in a hurry to move in, so I let him leave them."
My shirt followed my jacket, and my jeans and boxers landed with my shoes. "It took me a few days to get used to them, and then I liked them." The water turned off, and I dropped onto my back to look at my reflection on the ceiling. "Dan liked them too, so we put up the slanted mirror."
Robin opened the bathroom door, and a dim, golden light fell across the bed. I watched her reflection as she climbed between my legs. Her pony tail fell to the side and tickled my thigh and then my belly before I pulled her up and rolled her onto the mattress.
We were nose-to-nose, and I stroked my hands over her just to feel her body: down her shoulders, over her back, and to her hips. "I loved the way you looked today. I liked it before Evelyn gave me your bra, and after that... The way this blouse draped over your tits, I could see their shape and the way they moved without actually seeing them. So could everyone else."
"It was new to the other guys, but you've seen it all before, over and over." She flattened her hand on my chest and parted her lips.
Robin offered me her tongue, so I tasted her and then drew back to watch the light in her eyes. "I'm not tired of looking."
There were four buttons on Robin's blouse. I reached my hand up between us and opened the top button. "That's one."
Robin groaned. "Oh God, kid. Don't count!"
I didn't count. I touched her and tasted her soft skin, and I slowly took away everything that hid her body. When I was done, I dropped her thong on the bed and trailed my lips up her lines and curves.
We were both tense with anticipation when I kissed the sensitive spot below her ear. She laughed and pushed me away, and for a breathless moment we laid side-by-side and watched each other reflected on the ceiling.
Robin broke the spell. She swung her leg over me and climbed astride my hips. "I've been patient, haven't I?" She watched the mirror at the head of the bed and flipped her hand for effect. "That's over now."
My cock was already aching-hard, so Robin didn't wait. She rose just enough to adjust it under her then watched me while she ground her clit along my shaft. "You don't mind, do you?"
A thrill made her arch her spine, and when it was gone she focused on me again. "God kid, I'm glad you came home."
I groped around for pillows and tried to prop myself up, but Robin stopped me. She leaned down like she might kiss me, but instead she closed her eyes, her mouth fell open, and she undulated on my hard cock.
A stream of Robin's drool fell onto my throat. There was another, and then I put my arm around her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. I drank the spit from my sister's open mouth until she tried to push herself back.
Her words were mixed with laughter, and hard to understand while I held her down and kissed her face and her throat. "Oh gross! Did you like that? Let me up."
Robin seemed to struggle on my chest for a moment. I didn't know what she was doing. We both caught our breath when she pushed herself up and settled her thighs around me. My cock slipped deep inside her, and her nectar trickled around my balls. With that one motion, she took me balls-deep inside her.
I touched Robin's thighs, and she pushed my hands away. "Wait. Give me a second." She closed her eyes and gathered herself. When she opened them again, she smiled at the mirror over the head of the bed and started moving.
Robin fucked me slowly. Sometimes she pushed up, took me deep and watched in the mirror. Sometimes she laid down on my chest and writhed. Her eyes were closed, her slick skin slipped under my touch. I watched her reflection above us—the symmetrical flare of her hips and the sinuous muscles in her back—and I told her over and over, "You're so beautiful. You're so hot."
My cock burned inside Robin, and my instinct was to thrust deep into her, but that would break her rhythm. Her grip on my sides tightened. She ground faster, and that high pony tail bobbed and swung.
Robin was going to come. Her grip slipped off my skin, and she thrashed on my chest. I used her pony tail to pull her head back, and I watched her face while her orgasm washed through her body. She was so beautiful, she was so hot, and when her climax passed, she was so mine.
I caressed Robin's skin until she got herself under control and started moving again. She could climax over and over like that—she'd done it before—but it was my turn to be impatient.
She gasped against my chest. "What are you doing? Where are you going?" I sat up under her with one arm around her back and my hand in the crack of her butt. I inhaled her delicious, sweaty scent, and I kissed her open mouth. She moved on my cock with a rhythm fed by the undeniable sensations from between her legs.
I picked up Robin's rhythm and I kept it while I laid her down. I ground against her with my shaft inside her until she twisted around and tried to look past me. "Let me see. I want to watch you."
We found a way, and I returned to the rhythm that Robin started. She wrapped me in her legs, and riveted her eyes on the reflection behind my back. Her second orgasm must have been lurking like a panther in the dark; it took her hard and fast.
Robin dug her fingernails into my arms and screamed through clenched teeth. The way my sister's spasms pulsed around my cock pushed me over the edge. I slammed my cock into her and slapped my hips against her. My climax blinded me and took my breath away.
I thrust as deep into Robin as I could, and my essence pulsed along the length of my shaft. She may have climaxed again, but I don't really know. All I know is that when I fell onto the bed she wrapped me in her arms. She held me, we moved and breathed together, and neither of us had a thought about Dan.
* * *
A crew from the party store was taking down the pavilion when I got to Mom's house. She was on the phone, but she broke off her conversation to gesture to the refrigerator. "There's a fruit salad. It's all I have for lunch."
Mom finished her call and waited at the breakfast table for me to sit down across from her. "We have so many people in town for the wedding! I hired a sight-seeing tour just to keep them out of my hair for a while. How are you doing?"
I gave Mom a thumbs-up while I swallowed. "I met with an app developer this morning. He needs a better front-end design. We have a friendly agreement and I'll start on his stuff when I have a contract—maybe next week."
Mom smiled over her coffee cup. "Good luck with that. Have you talked to your sister today?"
The last I heard from Robin was a relaxed sigh right before she fell asleep. I left her apartment before she woke up. What I told Mom was, "Not since I dropped her off last night."
"We planned for her to bring Dan here for lunch and spend the afternoon, but she called this morning and said something about having a 'heart-to-heart.' I hoped you might know what that was about." I shook my head. It was an unspoken lie, and Mom shrugged it off. "Anyway, how long do I have you?"
"A couple hours then I have an errand to run before the rehearsal."
I dropped six new panties off at the screen printers before I went to Mom's and I needed to pick them up and find gift bags, but that was something else Mom didn't need to know. "I took my suit into a cleaner, and I want to pick it up this afternoon so I can sleep late before the wedding."
Mom cleaned, I moved furniture, and the crew packed their tables and chairs. I went to work on the patio once the crew was gone. I put Mom's patio set back in place then I dropped into a chair, and Mom opened the kitchen window to talk. "Can I get you some iced tea?"
My phone rang as Mom leaned over me to set the cold glass on a coaster. It was Robin. I covered the screen so Mom couldn't see and rolled my eyes like the call was from work. "I have to take this." I walked around the corner with my phone to my ear before I said more than "Brady here."
"I have to talk." I could tell Robin was mad from the sound of her voice. "Are you at Mom's? Meet me in front like now, and I'll pick you up."
Robin lurched to a stop in front of the house and pulled away again before I had the door shut. She wasn't mad; she was furious. "I have to yell at someone before I talk to Mom, so I'm going to yell at you."
I didn't have time to answer. Robin pounded both hands on the steering wheel while she drove. "That arrogant ass! I can't believe I'm marrying him!"
Robin slammed the brakes to stop behind a delivery truck. I watched her clinch her jaw, and I asked, "Are you OK? Should I drive?"
"I'm just fucking fine." The tires squealed when she pulled around the truck. I didn't think her car could do that.
"I picked Dan up at work, and we had lunch at Elaine's. They don't get a big lunch crowd, so I thought it would be a relaxed place to talk." She turned toward me while we were at a light. "I couldn't believe the shit he told me, right there in public."
A car horn honked before Robin realized the light had changed. She ticked a count off on her finger tips while she pulled out. "'There's nothing wrong with me,' 'It's all you,' 'I could get hotter girls,' 'You deserve it for cutting me off,' 'We're going to do things my way.'"
Robin was starting to cool off a little. She pulled onto a side street and stopped at the curb beside a little park. "I was mad. I shouldn't have done it, but I told him that Evelyn thought he was having an affair with Sonya. I didn't want to make it about that.
"He denied it. It was almost funny watching him squirm and lie about something I knew was true, but he told me I was stupid, and I shouldn't listen to my best friend. Then it got worse. He said, 'You know, that's not a bad idea. I'll thank Evelyn. Sonya is hot, and she does what she's told. Maybe Paul and I could swap you guys now and then, and we'd both be happy—I mean, Paul and me. We'd be happy."
Robin squinted at the sunlight through the leaves overhead then dropped back in her seat. "I threw my napkin in his face and walked out. He can find his own way to the damned rehearsal. I don't care."
I did nothing but nod while Robin ranted, but she stopped long enough for me to say something. "Mom asked me what your 'heart-to-heart' with Dan was about. She's going to want to know, especially now."
"Oh, she'll know alright—except about Sonya. Mom's my level head. I have to talk to her about it, or I might just tell Dan to go to hell. She'll probably tell me what I've told myself all along—that it's all from the stress of the wedding, and it'll pass. Maybe she'll be able to tell me in a way that makes more sense. Lately, when I've told myself, it didn't make much sense."
Robin was almost calm when she pulled away from the curb. "Anyway, thanks for listening. What are you doing now?"
I checked my phone for the time. "I have errands. I'll see you at the wedding garden, and I'll come bearing printed panties."
My suit was hanging in the car, and the panties were all bagged on the back seat before rehearsal started. We sweltered in the hot, still air of the garden, and the undies were waiting for Robin when it was over. She pulled them out of one bag and laughed. "A little target in front and a big one in back. You went all out."
"The printer threw in the front target in exchange for a little advice on his website. The tags need names." I watched while Robin decided which girl got which bag. "It was hard to give you away, even for rehearsal. I might have to be sedated tomorrow."
Robin wrote out a name, picked up another bag, and shrugged. "Suck it up, kid. If I can do it, so can you."
I gathered the bags as Robin labeled them. "So Mom straightened you out?"
"She gave me a little tough love. First was the 'it'll all pass' talk, but then she told me that I am being too, you know, like I am—a little high-strung—and at least part of the problem is my problem." She picked up the last bag. "I guess the last one's for Sonya."
"I know you don't want to be a hypocrite, but are you really alright about Dan and Sonya? I mean, I leave early Monday, and she'll still be here."
Robin took the bags out of my hand. "I've known Sonya for a while, and I know her fairly well. She isn't the toy that Paul and Dan might think she is, and neither am I."
That didn't really answer my question. She checked the time. "Dan's waiting for me. We had an hour to get to the dinner, and we're using it up."
I had the roast beef, and sat with Mom and Howard while gifts were given and drunken toasts were made to the bride and the groom. Dan and Robin even smiled and laughed like maybe they were over their problem.
Evelyn waited until the dance music started, and when Howard took Mom to the dance floor she sat in Mom's seat and touched my arm. "Robin said the panties were your idea."
"They were your idea, remember? I just made it work."
"My idea? Oh that." She waved it off. "The other girls wanted me to find out whose target you're aiming for."
I leaned close to Evelyn. "You can tell them what you want, and I suppose you will." I watched her smile for a moment and told her, "I kinda had yours in mind, but it looks like you're busy."
Evelyn straightened her back and glanced across the table at Greg. "He's been talking the good talk, but he didn't get any last night, and he doesn't have a chance tonight. Robin's staying at my place. It'll be all girl talk."
A light flashed behind me, and it flashed again. Evelyn looked over my shoulder to see. "Dan and Robin are dancing, and the photographer's working hard."
I turned to look in time to see Mom pull Howard off the dance floor. She dragged him back to the table, and when Evelyn started to stand, she motioned her back down. "Don't get up. I need to talk to the photographer, then we're going to say our goodbye's. It's getting late for us."
Evelyn stood anyway. "I have rounds to make, too." She leaned to my ear before she left. "I'm going to tell them it's Sonya. That will probably keep you out of trouble."
I groaned out loud, but then watched the sway of Evelyn's hips as she walked away. She stopped for a moment to look back and laughed when she caught me watching. I had to look away.
Dan picked up Naomi—the little flower girl—and swirled her around the dance floor. Robin tugged on Darren—Dan's nephew who would be ring-bearer—to pull him out of his seat, and she made him dance with her. They danced until the music hit a crescendo, then left the dance floor to others.
Paul and Sonya waved Dan to them, and Robin was a little out of breath when she sat down in the chair that Evelyn left. "You know, It's my job to get everyone in the mood. If you don't find someone to dance with, then you're going to have to dance with your big sister."
I looked at the dancers and the girls still talking at the table. "I came alone, and everyone else came with a date, so I'm not expecting anything. Besides, you and Evelyn are the only girls here who interest me, and you have your own plans.
"You and Dan look like you're getting along better."
"I gave him a chance, and he's been more considerate. He's paying more attention to Sonya than he is to me, but we'll see how it works out."
Greg lead Evelyn to the dance floor and Robin's eyes followed them. "I saw you talking to Evelyn. She has more energy tonight then I do. You wore me out. I'm not sure how long I can keep this up."
Robin tugged on my arm. "Dance with me while I still can."
I think Robin danced more with Evelyn than she did with me. They were fun to watch, but Robin leaned on me for support when the music was over. She pulled Evelyn over before we were off the dance floor. "It's been a hard day. I need to leave pretty soon."
The photographer's camera flashed for a picture of Robin talking with her maid of honor. Evelyn bit her lip and looked at her date, and it flashed again for a picture of the four of us. "I hoped we could party a little longer, but if you have to go, then we can go."
I tugged on Robin's arm and bent to her ear as the camera flashed again. "Let Evelyn party. I'll take you to the hotel, and she can catch up later."
Robin dragged me away from the photographer, and when the music started again she hissed in my ear. "Tonight was supposed to be Evelyn and me. Just girl talk. You know that?" I nodded my answer.
The music was a slow waltz, and the photographer motioned to Dan. He wanted a romantic shot. Robin looked back as Dan pulled her to the dance floor. "I'll see what he wants to do."
Evelyn stayed beside me and leaned her pretty butt against the table while we waited. Robin didn't even let the music end before she found us and took a sip of Evelyn's drink. "Party on, but don't be too late, or I'll be asleep."
Robin turned back to Dan, slipped her fingers under his lapel, and kissed his lips. "The next time you see me, You'll be at the altar, and I'll be coming up the aisle." The camera flashed again, and the photographer had his romantic shot.
I left the rental car under one of the parking lot lights where night bugs fluttered in the warm air. It was easy to find, but Robin kept walking. "I left a bag in Dan's car. I need to bring it with me." I took a few steps to catch up with her. "It has my pajamas and overnight stuff, clothes for tomorrow, my laptop, chocolates, some booze—you know, things for a night of girl talk."
Robin stopped by an old Camaro and opened the back door. There was a carry-on bag on the seat. "Can you get that for me?" I lifted it out, and carried it everywhere for her until I finally left it on the sofa in my hotel room and hung my suit with my shirts.
"Was it hard to talk Dan into letting me take you away?"
"Dan? No." Robin dug into her bag. She draped her pajamas over her arm. "The skeptic in me says that either he was tired of being nice, or he wanted more time with Sonya. The rest of me is just glad he didn't argue. I'm going to change."
Robin closed herself in the bathroom, so I talked through the door. "So, when Evelyn picks you up, are you going to leave the hotel in pajamas?"
"Why not? It'll be late, and they don't show anything anyway." Robin opened the door and let me see what she meant. Her pajamas were frumpy flannels. She even had fuzzy slippers. "I had to get out of the nylons and high heels. I just had to."
Robin brushed past me on the way to her bag. "Drink?" She held up a bottle of Tanqueray in one hand and a bottle of tonic in the other. "I need ice."
I went for ice, and Robin had the television on when I got back. She mixed our drinks, and we settled on the bed with the remote control. Robin flipped through a few channels before she dropped the remote and turned her back on the picture. She stirred her ice with her fingertip and talked without looking up. "I could change my plans for tonight."
Some outlandish chase scene crossed the television screen behind Robin while she looked up and sucked the gin and tonic off her finger. "We might not talk about anything but Dan, and I've been stewing over him long enough."
Her phone chimed, and she climbed off the bed to find it. "Evelyn's on her way. I'll tell her to come to the north side door and you'll let her in." She tossed her phone on the bed when she was done and followed it to sit close beside me.
"If I gave you a chance to do Evelyn tonight, would you?"
"Haven't I always?" It wasn't a direct answer, but it was good enough for Robin. "What does Evelyn know about us?"
Robin flipped her hand. "Almost everything," she said. "I've never actually told her that we've slept together, but she has to know. If she didn't know before, she probably figured it out when I gave you to her for her twenty-first birthday."
I laughed. "And then watched."
"Hey, I had to make sure you were good to her." Robin's phone chimed again. She took one look and dropped it back on the bed. "We'll see what she wants to do. She's in the parking lot."
Evelyn waited at the door. She had her purse over her shoulder and a bottle of vodka under her arm. I took the bottle, wrapped my hand around her elbow, and noticed the keys in her hand. "You drove? I thought Greg or someone would bring you." She wobbled, and her breath was a little boozy.
"Yeah, but I probably shouldn't have." I guided her to the elevator, and she leaned on my arm for support. I took her keys and pocketed them before the door closed, and when the door opened again, I had my tongue in her mouth, and her body was pressed against mine.
Evelyn pushed herself back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I think you're still aiming for my target. You shouldn't, you know. Tonight is all about your sister."
Robin met Evelyn at the door, and they talked faster than I could listen until Robin sat down on the bed and Evelyn flopped on her back beside her. Evelyn lifted her head enough to look around. "This is a big room. This is a nice room. That's a good thing, because your brother took my keys. I'm stuck here unless one of you wants to drive to my place."
I put Evelyn's vodka with Robin's gin and watched Robin move a stray lock of hair off Evelyn's forehead. "Brady's okay with us staying here. I'm okay with staying here. It looks like you're stuck."
Evelyn plucked at Robin's pajamas. "Look at you! You're all comfy, and I don't have anything to change into except the new panties—they're in my purse. I don't have a toothbrush, or anything like that."
Robin reached for my sleeve and pulled on my arm. "I bet we can fix that. You can wear one of Brady's shirts, and he'll go to the lobby and find you a toothbrush and whatever."
Evelyn sat up on the edge of the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt. "I want this one. It's fresh." I'd worn that shirt all day, and I was going to protest before I realized what she meant. It smelled freshly of me.
I let Evelyn take my shirt, and I wore a tee shirt to the lobby. When I got back I found Robin and Evelyn cross-legged on the bed while Robin pinned her hair up. I got nothing but a glance from either of them, so I left Evelyn's toothbrush, hairbrush and comb by the sink and turned the TV to face the sofa.
Evelyn raised her hotel cup of vodka and tonic. "Hey! I was watching that!"
I gave Evelyn a doubtful look that made her frown. Between the drinking and the chatter she couldn't be paying much attention, but I turned the TV so both of us could see and dropped onto the sofa for a night of movies and girl talk—which I ignored as much as I could.
The movie was almost over when Evelyn slipped off the bed. I barely noticed until she climbed over my lap. She leaned back to look at me. "Were you listening? Robin was tired of talking about Dan, so we talked about you instead."
I hadn't been listening. "Not about Greg? I thought you and Robin would talk about your boyfriend before you talked about me."
Evelyn leaned close again, and I could feel the warmth of her body under my dress shirt. "Greg's not my boyfriend. He's a friend, and I got him to escort me to all the wedding things. So, maybe I owe him some nookie, but he's never gotten it before.
"Robin thought maybe you and me should get back to what you started in the elevator." She put her hands on my shoulders. "And back to what we were doing before—three years ago, four years ago, five years ago."
I touched Evelyn's lips with mine, but stopped. "Wasn't tonight supposed to be all about my sister?"
Evelyn looked down when I started unbuttoning her shirt, and she was smiling when she looked up again. "It's still about your sister. This was Robin's idea. She's going to watch, you know, like always."
A gush of Evelyn's warm, feminine scents greeted me when I opened her shirt. "You like it when she watches, don't you?"
"You know I get a dirty little thrill out of it, so why ask?" She tugged up on my tee-shirt. "Give me this. I want to feel your skin against my skin."
Evelyn peeled my tee-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Her shirt had already slipped off one shoulder. I slid it down her arms and dropped it with my tee-shirt. Her lips were soft when she kissed me, and her tongue was soft when I explored her mouth. Her scent and the way she tasted made my mouth water, and Evelyn's breath grew hot and shallow on my cheek.
A string of drool stretched between our mouths and then broke as she drew back. I watched her for a moment while I wiped my mouth, and I gave into my urge.
Evelyn squawked in surprise. "Brady, what are you doing?"
I laid her down on the sofa, knelt on the floor beside her, and glanced at my sister. She sat cross-legged on the bed and watched. "Probably nothing that Robin hasn't seen us do before. Maybe I should be more creative."
"Be creative later." She arranged herself on the sofa, but I wasn't sure whether she did that for me or for Robin to see. "Be horny now."
"That's easy." I bent over Evelyn, kissed her lips, and stroked my hand around her tits—first one, then the other. I pulled back a little to focus on her distracted expression then let my attention wander down her body. "I love your tits. You have beautiful tits."
Evelyn lifted her breasts against my touch. "You don't think they're too little? You might be the only guy who doesn't kind of ignore them."
Her nipple hardened, and I slipped my hand down her flat belly. "I think they make up for being little by being so sensitive. You're the only girl I've ever gotten off just by sucking her tits."
I pushed my hand under the target on the front of Evelyn's panties, and she squirmed and laughed while I pulled them down her legs. I sat back on my haunches to look at her whole creamy body, and she gave me a little show. She lifted her hands over her head and stretched.
It didn't last long. I tried to kiss the soft skin below Evelyn's ear, and she ducked her head against her shoulder. "That tickles."
She made me laugh. "You're a smorgasbord of delights, you know?" I kissed her throat. "Like this spot here." I kissed her white shoulder. "And this one here."
"Brady, quit teasing me. Here." She pushed my head down and held my mouth to her tit. "Suck me."
Evelyn's tit was hardly more than a firm mouthful. I slipped the tip of my tongue around her areola and rolled her nipple between my lips and my tongue. Tension built in her body, and her grip tightened around my head. I kissed her nipples and sucked her, and she twisted in my arms when I ran my hand down her back, over her hip, and between her legs.
The soft folds between Evelyn's legs were already wet. I nudged her thighs apart to give my hand more room, and she caught her breath when I slipped one finger into her, and then two.
I found her trigger with my nectar-coated fingers. She repeated my name and gripped my head, so I could hardly breathe. I stroked over her hood and along the creases beside of her clit. I wet my fingers again and repeated, faster each time until I found the magic rhythm.
Evelyn gasped and slipped her grip on my head, and I released her tit from my mouth with a little "pop." Her nipple gleamed under a coating of my spit, and I liked that. I liked it when she tossed her head back with her mouth open, and when she groaned at the ceiling as she climaxed.
I especially liked the way that Evelyn melted in my arms when her climax passed. I kissed her face and I kissed her throat. "I love the way you do that. Can you do it again?"
She pushed my hand away. "Brady, no. It's too sensitive down there right now."
That was when we heard Robin. I looked back at the bed, and she was gone. I couldn't see her, but we could both hear her. There was a gasp and a bump on the wall.
Evelyn knew what Robin sounded like when she came, and so did I. She laughed and kissed my face. "We got Robin off, too." She struggled a little until I let her sit up on the sofa in front of me. "That should probably sound icky, but it doesn't to me. We both like that dirty thrill."
I pushed my hands between Evelyn's legs and under her thighs. "Hold on. I'm taking you to bed. I'm hard, and my cock isn't going to let you rest." She whooped when I stood up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
Evelyn put on an accent from some old television western. "Why, Sheriff Brady! Am I to believe that your intentions for me are less than honorable?"
The bed was just steps away, but that gave me time to work a hand under Evelyn's butt. I paused by the bed and answered her in my own version of that accent. "Miss Evelyn, you know I have only the best of intentions for you—and for all your private parts."
I touched Evelyn's asshole, and she jumped. "What are you doing back there?"
"I thought you might like that."
"Hold on, hold on. Give me a sec." She squirmed and settled down against my finger. "Okay, so that's another dirty little thrill I like."
Evelyn bounced on the mattress and laughed when I put her down, and when I looked up I found Robin watching from the chair by the foot of the bed. I was looking at the bride when I sniffed at my finger, but I was talking to the maid of honor. "Not bad. I could eat that." I unzipped my pants, pushed them down, and my hard-on popped up. "But not right now."
Evelyn sat up on the edge of the bed, wrapped her hand around my cock, and kissed its smooth head. "I remember this."
I watched my sister while Robin watched Evelyn take my cock in her mouth. The sensation made me close my eyes and moan at the ceiling. When I opened my eyes again, Robin had her hand down those flannel pants.
Evelyn's pixie-cut hair was still long enough for me to get a hold, and I pulled her off my cock. "I could come in your mouth in seconds. But I'd rather not." She was confused at first when I pushed her back. I flipped her on her knees and climbed between her legs.
I pulled Evelyn almost upright with one arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear while I touched her pussy. "You're still wet—maybe wetter than you were before."
"It's anticipation." Evelyn laid her head back against my shoulder. "Is that your cock in my ass-crack?"
"It likes it there, but it's just visiting." I let her down onto the bed and kept one hand on her shoulder while I guided my cock into her pussy. Evelyn caught her breath when I pushed into her, and she moaned into the mattress when I thrust deeper.
I had to pause to get a little control, and then Evelyn's fingers knotted the sheet when I thrust again. I stopped against her pretty butt, pushed my knees apart, and hoped Robin could see under my balls to where Evelyn's pussy stretched around my shaft.
Robin gasped at the ceiling while Evelyn gasped into the mattress. Evelyn turned her head just enough to see me. "I think your sister likes it as much as I do." She closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the sheet. "And I like it a lot."
I had to fight my instinct to ram into Evelyn. "You feel really good, and I can't go slow very long. How are you doing?"
Evelyn didn't answer. She lifted her head and braced herself against the headboard, and I gave in to my urge. I inhaled her scent and tasted the sweat on her skin. I held her and listened to the noises she made while I fucked her into the mattress.
My hips slapped against Evelyn's butt, and the sensations from my cock blinded me. I rode her into the headboard; she clenched her teeth and groaned. Spasms coursed through her body, and then they coursed through mine.
I emptied myself as deep inside Evelyn as my cock could reach, and I collapsed on her back with my shaft still working in her. Evelyn followed me when I rolled away. She relaxed into me and laughed against my chest while I held her.
We didn't stay like that for long before Evelyn's body stiffened. She lifted her head and looked around. "I have to pee." She climbed over me, and I sat up on the edge of the bed to get my bearings again.
Robin's voice was close behind me when she called to Evelyn. "I'm next."
Evelyn looked around the corner. "Are you in a hurry? I thought I'd clean up a little, too."
Robin climbed over the bed and sat down beside me before she answered. "No. Take your time."
I put my arm around Robin's hip, and she leaned against my side. "I think Evelyn liked that," I said. "How about you?"
Robin held her fingers up to my nose. "What do you think?" The pussy scent on my sister's hand was strong. I caught her wrist, and she watched me suck the remnant juice off her fingers.
The toilet flushed and water started running in the sink, and when I let Robin's hand go she reached to stroke my softened cock. "I think Evelyn wants round two—that's why she cleaning up. Can I help you get up for it?" She nudged me with her shoulder. "You practically told her you'd eat her ass, and I want to see you do it."
* * *
The first photo from the ready room came from Robin, and it came with a note. "You didn't leave Evelyn's undies on her very long last night, so she wore them today." The picture showed Evelyn, Courtney, and Sybil with their backs to the camera and their gowns pulled up to show the targets on their butts.
I messaged her back. "They look tasty." I was sure about Evelyn, but I was speculating about Courtney and Sybil.
The blonde on the television caught my attention. "Temperatures this afternoon will be in the mid-90s in the city, with a good chance of thundershowers in the evening." I groaned to myself. It was going to be hot, and I'd be wearing a dark suit. I tossed my phone on the bed, and went back to figuring out a double Windsor knot.
The next photo came from Evelyn. It showed Robin with her hair decorated with ribbons and held back in a French braid. She was getting ready to put her gown on, and I zoomed in for a closer look. My sister wore white lace panties over a garter belt that held up white stockings. She wore white high heels, and a blue garter decorated her thigh. Evelyn's text followed the photo. "I'm in trouble. They think I sent that to Dan."
I replied with, "What's worse, sending it to him, or to me?"
The tie was as good as it would get. I gulped the last of the drink that I mixed from Robin's gin and tonic, and checked the time. The drink made my head spin a little—probably because my nerves left me with no appetite for lunch—and now I had less than an hour to get to the park and give my sister away.
My phone chimed with another message from Evelyn and a photo of Robin downing a glass of champagne while Mom zipped her into the gown. The message said, "We're all going to be just a little drunk."
There was something I needed Robin to know before I walked her up that aisle. I hoped that being a little drunk would make it easier for me to say, but when I waited on the sunlit patio outside the ready room, nothing came easy.
The patio was hot, and it would be hours before we could get relief from the clouds building in the west. Everything got harder as the time got closer. First Mom led Sybil and Courtney out to pair up with Jaime and Nick then the bride came out next, with Evelyn behind her preening her train and her veil.
They stopped beside me and Evelyn laughed at the expression on my face. "She cleaned up pretty well, didn't she?"
I tucked my hand around Evelyn's elbow and looked from her to Robin and back. "I need to talk to my sister alone. It won't take long."