3 comments/ 34096 views/ 14 favorites In Town for a Wedding Ch. 01 By: lipsnlace Stephanie pulled up to the curb in front of her aunt's house and put the car in park. She gave herself a little pep talk and grabbed the bags sitting on the passenger seat of her car, then got out and started up the path to the big white house in the middle of suburbia. There were a couple of extra cars parked at the house; they must belong to other family members coming for her aunt's wedding. Her aunt was getting married in a couple days. Second marriage, to a nice man. This was his fourth marriage, but he acted like it was his first. He had a couple kids from previous marriages, and was on good terms with their mothers. That said a lot about his character, in Stephanie's opinion. She hadn't met his older kids yet, but she knew he had a couple that were her age or older. Taking a deep breath at the door, she prepared herself for answering questions about Mike, forced a smile to her lips and walked through the door. The house was a mess. Boxes and bags and decorations were piled up in the front room. Splashes of red and silver made it look like a battle field, or a prom gone wrong. A clothes rack held several tuxes, name tags hanging from protective bags: Roger, William, David, Brian. Most of the names she recognized, but not the last one. Brian? Who's that? Her aunt looked up from a checklist that was several pages too long and rushed over to greet Stephanie. Genuine happiness to see her showed in the grin Mary gave her. "Hey, Aunt Mary. Here're the bags from Mom's place. She said you'd need these for something," Stephanie said as she put the bags down in the entryway and hugged her aunt. "Thanks, Steph. How was the drive? Not too long, I hope. I'm glad to have you here," Mary paused and looked pointedly behind Steph as she closed the front door. "Where's that handsome young man we met a few months ago?" Mary asked, raising her eyebrows. "I thought he was coming with you." Steph sighed and tousled the hair of her younger cousin sitting on the couch. Probably between Kimmie's legs by now. "We're not together anymore. He, uh, says best wishes." "Ah, well. His loss. Anyway, come on in and make yourself at home." Stephanie looked around the room as she kicked off her shoes and put her purse on the coat rack. Her cousins watching TV, her soon-to-be uncle writing something with his brows furrowed, her aunt working on the checklist. She wasn't sure what to do, so she decided to get some homework in. Grabbing her laptop and her overnight bag, her aunt told her to take the spare room she always stayed in. "There are a lot of people here. You'll have to share a room with one of your new cousins. Hope you don't mind." "Of course not. That'll be fine." She kissed her uncle on top of his head and smiled at him as she made her way toward the back of the house, where the spare bedrooms were away from the other rooms, for guests' privacy. Going through the second living room, which her aunt called the family room, she came to the hallway and stopped to look at pictures. She shook her head at the baby pictures of her still hanging in the hall, and noticed a picture of her uncle Roger with two people in their early twenties, like her. The girl was tall, lean, and beautiful. Her hair was perfectly done and her smile was fake, like she didn't want to be there. The boy caught her attention, though. He had his arm around his dad and was smiling genuinely at the camera. He was fit and handsome, his dark hair shining in the sun. Maybe it won't be boring, at least. Stephanie continued down the hall and grabbed the doorknob of the middle spare bedroom, opening the door a crack before her cell phone buzzed once in her jeans pocket. She set down her overnight bag in the hallway and pulled out her phone. "1 New Text Message" displayed on the screen. She knew it was Mike, and rolled her eyes in frustration. In looking up from her cell phone, she noticed movement inside her room. Curious, she peeked through the crack, and saw a dark haired man facing away from her. He was pulling his shirt up over his head, showing her his muscled back above low-slung jeans. He ran a quick hand through his hair then reached for the button on his pants. Are you seriously spying on him? Stephanie chastised herself, then quickly forgot why she was objecting as he stepped out of his pants. Boxer briefs clung to his firm legs, accenting his nice ass. He turned toward the door to set something on one of the twin beds that Stephanie couldn't quite see. He stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down his legs in what seemed like slow motion. Stephanie held her breath, excitement tingling down her spine. A thin line of hair led from his flat stomach to a patch of trimmed pubic hair. Even limp, his cock was impressive. Pulling a towel around his hips, he started toward the door. Stephanie panicked. He's going to see the door is open, he'll know I was totally perving on him. I can't close it, he'll hear or see it. She looked at her phone instead, pretending to be absorbed in the text message from Michael, instead of just annoyed. Pulling open the door, Brian came face-to-face with a gorgeous brunette staring intently at her cell phone, cheeks red. He looked her up and down for a moment before clearing his throat. "Hey, I'm Brian," he said, putting his hand out for her to shake. "You must be Steph, your aunt talked about you coming. They said I could pick a bed, I hope you don't mind." "Hi." Flustered, that was all that came out. She took his hand, shaking it firmly. Say something to him, you idiot. "Uh, yeah. I'm Stephanie. Mary's really the only one that calls me Steph." "Oh, okay. It's cute though, it suits you," Brian smiled slyly. Then, after a moment: "Mind if I get by you to shower? I took the far bed, if that's okay." "Uh, yeah. Sure. So, we're roommates?" she asked, making eye contact with him that made her blush even more. "Yeah, apparently the younger kids wanted to share, threw a fit or something. Is that a problem?" "No, no. Just... curious." Okay, stop being awkward. Let him shower. She let her eyes wander from his eyes to his mouth, over his chest. Resisting the urge to touch, she averted her eyes and turned sideways to let him pass, hoping he hadn't noticed her checking him out. He did notice. He intentionally walked very close to her as he passed, pausing to smile down at her. As he thought, it had made her blush again. He chuckled quietly and ambled to the guest bathroom. Shaking her head at herself, Stephanie walked into the room, pushing the door closed with her foot and dropping her stuff on the floor. She flopped down onto her bed, sprawling out. Sighing, she decided to read Mike's text. "I'm sorry. How many times do I need to say it?" At least a hundred more times, and I'd still not forgive you, you cheating bastard. Instead of replying with her initial reaction, she typed simply "Leave me alone," hit send, then tossed her cell phone away from her. It bounced on Brian's bed. She unpacked her clothes then stretched out on her bed again, arching her back and trying to dismiss thoughts of Mike and Kimmie, naked and sweaty in his dorm room bed a month ago. On her one year anniversary with him. Stupid fucking bastard. When the thoughts wouldn't just go away, she started thinking about Brian naked to distract herself. Tan, fit, super flirty. Maybe he'd caress me, or kiss me, or touch me. She fantasized about his hands on her skin, feeling his lips on her neck, her chest. She touched herself where she wanted him to touch her, then, closing her eyes, slipped one hand under the waistband of her jeans. She dragged a finger down the silky scrap of fabric, rubbing her already wet pussy, feeling the liquid seep into the fabric. Her hips moved of their own accord, rising to meet her fingers. Her fingers brushed insistently over the bud of her clitoris, sending shock waves up her body and moans escaped from her mouth unchecked. Her other hand strummed a nipple, pulling down her tank top for better access. Done with his shower, Brian stood outside their room, amazed. He heard the mewing noises she was making, heard her harsh breaths. Looking around to make sure nobody else was around, he very quietly opened the door enough so he could see her. He could feel himself getting hard as he watched her buck her hips, watched her fondle her bare breast. He rubbed his hard dick through the towel, wanting to instead be touching her. He could tell she was close to cumming by her short breaths. With a devious smile, he adjusted his dick under the towel, and took a deep breath. He pulled the door quietly closed then took louder steps in the hall, cleared his throat, and opened the door. Shit! She thought. She quickly pulled her hand out of her pants and covered her breasts, and was flushed and a little frustrated when he walked in. "Hey. Mind if I change in here? You don't have to leave, just promise you won't peek." he said, winking at her as he gave her a broad smile. "No, I don't mind. I won't peek," she laughed, grabbing her phone off his bed. She typed a quick text message to her best friend Nikki that just said, "Super hot sortof cousin, off limits? Not technically related." Hitting send, she peeked over at Brian and saw him pull on a pair of underwear over an ass she'd like to squeeze. Her phone vibrated as a reply message was received, and Brian glanced over, catching her looking at his ass. He grinned, and she blushed and looked down. Laughing, he asked, "So, is that a boyfriend texting you? Mary said you had a guy." Stephanie read the text message from Nikki: "Sounds like fair game to me. I want details later. Loves." Stephanie smiled. Distracted by the text message, she replied, "No, Mike's probably fucking Kimmie by now." Realizing she voiced her thought, she continued, "Shit, sorry. That was bitter, wasn't it? We broke up. His Chem tutor Kimmie was apparently good with other types of Chemistry, too." After a pause, Brian looked at Stephanie as he pulled on a pair of black slacks and said, "You sound like you need a drink." "Yeah, don't we all?" she chuckled, then noticed the nice shirt he was buttoning. "Where you going?" "Just out. Figured it's time to take a break from wedding stuff, and since there's nothing planned tonight..." He shrugged. "Just going out. Want to come with?" "Uh, sure. I probably have something to wear in my trunk..." Stephanie said, sending one more text to Nikki: "Borrowing your new dress from my trunk." ------------------------------------ Okay, so it's not a perfect fit. It's only a little short, it'll be okay, right? Stephanie looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, showing off her slim waist and accentuating the flair of her hips. Where the low neckline of the dress showed off what was too much of Nikki's ample cleavage in Stephanie's opinion, her smaller chest didn't quite spill out. The problem was that Stephanie was several inches taller than Nikki, and though she was proud of her long legs, they were more on display than she was used to. It would kill Mike to know I'm going out tonight when I wouldn't dress like this with him. May as well feel sexy while I'm at it, right? Smiling, Stephanie slipped on a pair of black pumps, and made her way back to the guest room. She tucked her cell phone, ID and cash into a tiny purse, and did one last check in the mirror. The sapphire dress made her brunette hair look luscious; she was glad she left her long hair down. The pumps made her legs look even longer. A light touch of makeup accentuated her golden eyes without looking too fake. Leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his chest, Brian let out a low whistle. Damn, I'm not going to be able to keep the guys off her. "Ready to go, Steph?" Startled by his whistle and blushing, Stephanie just nodded and decided to ignore the nickname. Then, with a big smile, she said, "Yeah, let's go." ------------------------------------ The music in the club spilled out in bursts when the doors opened, washing over the line of impatient, dolled-up twenty-somethings waiting to get in. Anticipating waiting in line with the others, Stephanie walked toward the end of the line and checked her phone's screen for the time. Seeing her start to veer off, Brian put one confident hand on her lower back and slid it to her side, keeping his arm around her as he walked up to the front. He shook hands with the bouncer and said something Stephanie couldn't quite hear, then the bouncer lifted up the rope to let them in. Letting the pressure of his hand guide her, she walked in under the rope, casting a guilty look at the people watching her walk in as they stood outside. "Hey, what did you say to him?" Stephanie asked, leaning in toward Brian's ear to be heard over the music. "Nothing, really. He's just a buddy of mine from school." Brian nodded at the bartender, who returned the nod and smiled. There were people everywhere, filling just about every space in the club. There seemed to be barely room to walk unless you were on the dance floor. Stephanie felt like dancing, felt like relaxing and cutting loose. She felt like leaving thoughts of Mike at home. Reaching into her clutch, she put her phone on silent. Everyone else could wait for a while. Brian guided them through the crowd of people and over to the bar, where he shook the bartender's hand and greeted them. From their conversation, Stephanie could tell that they had gone to college together, too. "I'll have a Slippery Nipple," she said, looking the bartender in the eye with only a slight blush touching her cheeks. Then, turning to Brian, "And I feel like dancing. Hold this for me?" She handed her tiny purse to Brian, who put it in his back pocket. Drinking the sweet, butterscotch shot in one drink, Stephanie left the bartender a tip and walked out to the dance floor, washed in the colored lights of the club. Slightly surprised by her forwardness, Brian stayed at the bar to watch her dance for a while. Though that's not what it would have looked like to her. To her, he was probably catching up with his buddy. And while he tried to drink his beer and chat, his eyes always found their way to the curvy, pulsing, technicolor-washed body of Stephanie. She seemed to know every song that played for the next fifteen minutes. Her body would anticipate the beat, the changes of rhythm and would move perfectly with it. She would be dancing by herself, in her own world, and then would be pulled out of it by some idiot wanting to rub up on her. He'd see her shake her head, then ignore the guy until he went away. Poor fellas. She was back in her world, the music pumping through her veins as her sensual movements spoke volumes. Brian let his eyes grope and caress her body in a way he had wanted to earlier when he found her masturbating in their shared room. Drinking the last of his beer and paying his friend, Brian made his way out to the dance floor just in time to scare away another interrupter by dancing up closer behind her than the others had dared. "Hi there. You seem to be drawing a lot of attention, darlin'," he whispered into her ear, his breath on her neck making her tingle. "It's the dress, it's a little short," she said, turning her head to talk to him and meeting his eyes only a few inches from her own. He let his gaze dance down her body until he was looking at the hem of the dress, more than halfway up a tanned, toned thigh. He wanted to touch her so badly. "I think," he said, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her slightly backward, "it's the body the dress is showing off that they're appreciating." Their bodies pressed together lightly, the contact catching her breath. When she kept dancing, now up against him, but didn't respond, he pulled her hair behind one shoulder and put his mouth to her ear and said, somewhat hoarsely, "Or am I too forward?" She turned around to face him, but didn't back away. Her hips kept the beat of the song easily as she held his gaze, her body a fraction of an inch from his. "Not too forward, no." She felt his arms come around her waist as they continued dancing, their bodies undulating and pulsing together. She felt his hands on her arms, her waist, her hips, her thighs, her ass. Felt him everywhere and nowhere, seeking his touch and getting lost in the music until his touch was part of the music, sparking her alive. And her touch did the same for him. Her hands on his biceps, sliding down the front of his chest, reaching around his neck all sent lightning bolts straight to his groin. She was so cute earlier, so bitter at the ex, and so very sexy dancing in her tight dress. He knew she was being intentionally daring, and he couldn't help but to encourage her. She felt him run one hand along the underside of her dress hem, touching the soft skin of her thigh just under her full ass. He pulled her pelvis against his, letting her feel his hard cock under his slacks. He wanted her to know just how much she turned him on. His other hand brushed across her left breast, rubbing at the point of a hard nipple lifting up the fabric. Blushing at the feel of his hard cock, she ran her hands down his chest, enjoying his muscle under his shirt. She let her hands brush lower, down his stomach and to the top of his slacks. Reaching lower still, she traced his bulge, squeezing it gently. The moan in her throat wasn't audible to the people dancing around them, but was not lost to Brian. Her moan seemed to echo through her head until she realized she was actually doing this. She was letting him touch her, and she was touching him; and in public, no less. She pulled back from him a bit, scared that she wanted him. Scared about what would happen if she kept letting him touch her. "I'm, uh, going to get some air." Stephanie smiled reassuringly at Brian, who stopped dancing and nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. He watched her make her way through the crowd, and left the dance floor himself to retreat to the bar. Feeling her purse in his pocket, he pulled it out and noticed that the light on her cell phone was blinking. Seeing that her screen said, "1 New Text Message," Brian opened the text to see a message from Nikki: "Hope you're having fun. Don't stain my dress. Grope the hot cousin for me." Brian chuckled and put the phone back in the purse. She already did, 'Nikki'. But I hope it was for her, not you. ------------------------------------ Outside, Stephanie rubbed her arms to warm them against the cold breeze of the night. What am I doing getting carried away? This isn't like me. I'm not the type to rebel like this. She thought to herself as she stared up at the sky. No stars out tonight; the city lights must wash them out. She didn't hear him walk up behind her until he cleared his throat and put an arm around her to keep her warm. "You okay, Steph?" "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... got a little carried away in there." She made eye contact and smiled sheepishly, trying not to show how much she wanted him. "Sorry for... if I did anything... wrong," she said awkwardly. He shook his head. "Sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong. It's kindof late though, do you want to head back?" Stephanie bit her lip in unconsciously sexy deliberation, then nodded up at him. He grabbed her purse out of his pocket and gave it back to her. He slid his arm around her waist again, settling it naturally on the curve of her hip. "I put my number in your phone. Just in case you need it for anything," Brian glanced down at the quiet brunette settled under his shoulder. "Even if you're just bored or whatever. You can text me." In Town for a Wedding Ch. 01 "I... thanks. I think. It might be useful, for the wedding or something." He chuckled. "Yeah, or something." The ride back to her Aunt Mary's house was quiet, and to Stephanie, excruciatingly awkward. This is why I don't do crap like this. Freaking awkward, what the hell am I supposed to say to him now? Hey I had fun groping you but you're my cousin so maybe we shouldn't... "You know, when you're thinking real hard about something, you tend to chew on your lip. Now ordinarily I'd just watch that adorable habit, but your poor lip is being abused. Talk to me instead?" She paused, forcibly removed her teeth from worrying her lip, and cleared her throat. "Well... I was just thinking... it was fun dancing with you tonight, but -- " "You don't need to add anything to that. I'm pretty sure it was a complete sentence all on its own." "Smartass," she couldn't help the grin that found its way to her mouth, "It's just that, you're my cousin now, sortof. So it was kindof inappropriate... right?" Brian raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes pulling to look at her face before going back to the road. "Steph, darlin', it was just dancing. No harm in that, right?" He wanted to soothe her fears, let her know he didn't expect anything from her. She paused, wanting to say it had been more than that. It must not have been anything to him, she thought, I'm probably just being sensitive. "Yeah. I guess you're right." She stared out the window. ------------------------------------ When they got back to her aunt's house, Brian went to grab a glass of water as Stephanie walked into the back of the dark house quietly, not wanting to wake any of her family. She pulled her jewelry off as she went, pausing to pull heels off too. She was so engrossed in her thoughts of that night and of Mike and his infidelities that when she got back to her room that was by habit only hers, she started to undress, leaving the door ajar. She dropped her accessories and purse on the bed, twisted her hair and clipped it up off her neck, and reached for the zipper of her dress. She quickly did away with the dress, leaving her standing in her room with only her matching black silk underwear and bra. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, Stephanie turned quickly to the door, arms going up protectively around her breasts. Standing there, leaning against the doorframe was Brian, arms folded and eyes dark. "Christ, woman, you would tempt a saint. What am I supposed to do here?" "Uh, sorry... I was thinking, and not thinking about it, and if I can just..." Stephanie reached for her dresser drawer to pull out a shirt, but he caught her hand midair. Bringing her hand to his mouth, he placed a kiss in the center of her palm. "Now, I'm supposed to be a gentleman. I'm supposed to take you out, dance with you, get to know you. I'm not supposed to touch you, I'm not supposed to want you. But you know what, Cousin Steph?" He paused, waiting for her to find her voice while he looked into her wide eyes. Eventually, she mustered a, "What, Brian?" He stepped into the room, not letting go of her hand, and leaned against the now closed door. "I'm not feeling much like a gentleman." He pulled gently on her hand until she came slowly toward him, coming to stand almost against him, one hand still covering her chest. She came to him willingly, but still wouldn't meet his eyes. He waited until curiosity won over, and she looked into his eyes. And as soon as she did, he grabbed her other wrist and tugged on it, too, not breaking eye contact with her. He was asking for her submission to the steps of attraction they'd been dancing all night. He was asking her to come willingly to him, and she knew it. And she closed the distance between them, her chest pressing into his, her head under his chin. Then they both froze as they heard footsteps coming down the hall, and knocking on the door. They jumped guiltily apart, Stephanie pulling on a tank top and stepping into her sleeping boxers. "Hey Steph? Your mom called to say she forgot your dress, but you'll have time to go shopping tomorrow before the rehearsal. Okay?" Aunt Mary asked distractedly, and as Stephanie answered, she heard her aunt make a check mark on her list, then say g'night as she walked away. She looked over at Brian, who was changing into just a pair of sleeping pants, and smiled. The adrenaline was still coursing through her, but she pulled her university sweatshirt over her head and grabbed her cell phone, and headed outside to call Nikki. In Town for a Wedding Ch. 02 I know it's slow to get to the sex. I'm not sorry, are you? Hope you enjoy ;) – L&L ------------------------------------ "Damn it, Stephanie. Really? What the fuck are you doing calling me then?" Nikki sighed heavily, exasperated with her friend. "An attractive, intelligent piece of ass falls into your lap, just about literally, and you run." "Nik, you're supposed to talk sense into me. It's wrong! He's my cousin, or at least he will be on Saturday." Stephanie had told Nikki what had happened, at the club and afterward in their shared guest room. "Psh, yeah that matters. And how much blood do you share?" A telling silence danced between them, while Stephanie paced the backyard, pulling her sweatshirt around her and feeling the inky air settle around her. Sparse lights from the house spread a faint glow on the grass. "You know that's not the point. My family would see it as wrong." "Because you've asked them?" Nikki knew she hadn't, but she was trying to make a point, even though she knew the only person who would change Stephanie's mind was the new guy. "Stephanie, honey, I love you but you're a piece of work." "What am I supposed to do? Just let him fuck me and then act like family afterward? I'm going to have to see him for years. Years, Nik. Besides, he's a guy, and guys just want pussy. He's hot; he can find someone else to screw." This meant more to Stephanie than she was letting on, or she wouldn't be so worked up; and Nikki knew she was worked up when she started swearing. After a heavy pause, Nikki ventured to respond, saying, "Sweetheart, he's not Mike." "No he's not, because I don't love him, and he hasn't gotten the chance to hurt ..." Mild panic crept into her voice. "He's walking toward me." Stephanie had turned toward the house at the sound of the back door opening. She could see the outline of Brian's broad shoulders, could see his bare chest, could see he was barefooted in the damp grass. "Right now? Ooh. Lemme talk to him," Nikki laughed, knowing Stephanie would adamantly refuse. "Absolutely not!" Stephanie whispered into the phone, turning her head away from Brian to do so. She missed his smirk as he stepped up to her but didn't touch her. "Darlin', it's cold and it's late. I'll promise to keep my hands to myself tonight if you'll stop avoiding me and come inside." Brian tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and ran his hand across her cheek. Stephanie shuddered, and unconsciously leaned slightly into his hand. "He sounds hot," Nikki laughed at Stephanie's sound of protest. "I wouldn't have him make that promise if I were you." "Yeah, Nikki, if you were me, you'd just..." Stephanie realized she was talking about Brian in front of him as if he weren't there. "Nevermind." Nikki laughed throatily, and the sound of it reached Brian. He reached slowly for the phone, keeping eye contact with Stephanie. When she didn't stop him, he took the phone from her and held it to his ear. "Nikki, right? You're the best friend." "And you're the hot new cousin." Stephanie could hear Nikki talking and blushed at her words. Laughing, Brian answered, "I suppose you could say that's me. I'm Brian, and I'm taking Steph here to bed, if that's alright." "Hers or yours?" Nikki laughed aloud. Brian grinned at Stephanie's red cheeks and fidgety hands. She refused to make eye contact or acknowledge Nikki's question, so he laced his fingers through hers and brought them to his mouth, brushing his lips across her knuckles. "G'night, Nikki." "Night, Hot Cousin." Brian hit the 'End Call' button and handed Stephanie's phone back to her, pulling her gently by the hand back into the house. ------------------------------------ Sounds of people making breakfast and busying about the house woke Stephanie from a sexy dream where she and Brian were in the club again, only this time nobody else was there, and they were dancing naked, hands everywhere, stroking and caressing. When she was roused from her sleep, she had been straddling his naked, muscled thighs, raking her fingernails across his lower abdomen, slowly lowering her soaking pussy toward his rigid cock as the dance floor lights and music washed across their bodies. Now, deprived of that contact with his cock that had seemed so real, she was beyond frustrated, turned on beyond thought. She grunted an animal sound of frustration, then remembered she shared a room with him. Glancing over at his bed, she was relieved to find him still asleep, breathing steadily. She turned on her side, facing him and taking a few minutes to appreciate the masculine beauty he held. He was sprawled confidently on his back in his sleep, one hand under his head and the other slung low across his flat belly. His thick legs flung out, one on top of the blanket. She admired the hair on his chest and abdomen, wanting to run her fingers through it. Her eyes traced the hair down to where the blanket draped across his form, obscuring his pelvis from her view, but not hiding the shape of his manhood. She saw with excitement that he was hard; he was very hard, from the look of it. It's morning... she thought to herself, but maybe he's dreaming of me, too. She thought back to her dream, bits and pieces maintaining clarity in the light of reality. She could see herself clearly, could see her teasing and exciting him with her body, their movements in time to the pulsing music. She could see her straddling him, could almost feel the air teasing between her thighs as she swung her hips slowly above him. Only this time, she wasn't pulled from her reverie. This time she felt herself slide down his length, her fingers in her tiny panties a poor substitute for the hard cock she saw in her mind's eye. Her eyes were closed as she humped against her hand. Her other hand found its way to her breast to torture a nipple, pulling her tank top up to expose smooth, bare flesh as it travelled upward. She moved her hips to mimic the motion in her dream and her blanket slipped from her body, falling to the floor. Her breaths came quicker, almost panting as she climbed toward her release. When Brian awoke, he wasn't sure at first what had woken him. He stretched silently in the twin bed, reaching down to adjust his morning wood, uncomfortable behind his sleeping pants. Then he heard it again, a whispered caress of sound, his name on her lips. "ngh... Brian..." He looked sharply at Stephanie, her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled as she clutched and stroked herself. The dance of her hips was mesmerizing to him, and he traced the line of her wrist with his eyes, the elastic of her boxers pushed low on her hips. Her arm hid most of her from him, but he could see her trimmed pubic hair, and could smell her honeyed musk. She reached her second hand into her panties, circling her clit as she pushed two fingers inside her rhythmically. Her back arched strongly as she reached her climax, fingers running over and around her clit in a pattern she knew so well. She was quiet in climax, biting her lip to keep from crying her release, and let out a pent up moan as she settled again and languidly stretched, running her hands gently across her naked torso. When she opened her eyes again, smiling lazily, she expected to find Brian still asleep, breathing steadily as she last saw him. Instead, he was leaning up on one elbow, staring at her with lust scrawled across his face. More color found her cheeks as she hurriedly covered herself, pulling her tank top down and her boxers up. "Fuck." His astonished, admiring whisper danced across her skin and she met his eyes for a second, only to redden further. She jumped up out of her bed, grabbing her towel and backing slowly toward the door. His eyes followed her like a predator's as she ducked behind the door, closing it behind her. He fell backward onto his back, running his hands over his face as his cock throbbed insistently. He thought the image of her biting her lip as she came, and the sound of his name on her lips, would be forever imprinted in his memory. Or at least he hoped so; he had never heard such an erotic sound. Giving into the temptation, he pulled back the blankets and slid down his pants, lifting his narrow hips to do so. Gripping his cock in one hand, he began to stroke slowly, imagining her watching him do it as she touched herself. He couldn't help but stroke faster as he heard her voice say his name on repeat in his head, his instincts taking control of his pace. Reaching with his other hand, he tugged gently on his testicles, enjoying the burning sensation sliding up through him. Smearing the plentiful pre-cum around the head, he beat out a rhythm ingrained in him until he grabbed blindly at his nightstand for a tissue, cumming hard into it, eyes closed tight, forehead creased. It was several minutes before he regained his normal breathing and heart rate. By the time Stephanie got back from her shower, with a towel pulled tight around her body and a small smile stubbornly stuck on her face regardless of her embarrassment, Brian was ready for his own shower, towel slung around his hips. He crossed her path at the door, stopping her with a light touch on her arm, beads of water beneath his fingertips. He kissed her forehead when she wouldn't meet his eyes, and whispered, "Mornin', darlin'," against her skin before walking out the door, whistling his own tune. ------------------------------------ Showered, shaved, and dressed, Brian made his way out to the kitchen to grab something to eat. He knew as soon as he saw his stepmom, he'd be sent off on an errand, and hoped to get something in his stomach before the inevitable happened. Luck was on his side, because he made it to the scrambled eggs and bagels before she spied him. "Morning, Brian," Mary smiled up at him and stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek as she strolled into the kitchen a couple minutes later. "Yeah, I'll do you whatever favor you need," he laughed, "Just let me eat first." "You're a doll. I made a list of stuff we need for the rehearsal dinner tonight, could you go to the store for me?" Mary paused to look across the kitchen to the dining room where Steph sat chatting with one of her younger cousins. "You know, don't mention it to Steph, but her ex apparently cheated on her. So says my sister. I'm surprised she's smiling today, but I'm glad to see it." I'm not surprised, given the morning orgasm she had, Brian thought wryly to himself. To his stepmom, he said, "Yeah, she told me about the asshole." "Language, mister," Mary swatted his arm with her clipboard, "But I know what you mean. You should have Steph come help you with this list. She needs to go get a dress anyway." "You want me to help her shop for a dress?" Brian raised one incredulous eyebrow at her. "Not necessarily, although I'm sure it's a terrifying prospect for you," Mary smiled. "Men and shopping, I swear! You'll be at the mall anyway, for this stuff," she said, waving her list at him. "Okay, fine, whatever you need." "Good. Thank you!" She wandered off, looking to Brian like she was stalking her next subject to give an assignment to. Shaking his head softly, Brian took his plate and glass of milk into the dining room and plopped down next to Steph, brushing her knee with his under the table. She had her legs folded underneath her, the short denim of her shorts riding up high on her smooth thighs. Brian's soon-to-be little brother Josh was animatedly describing a new video game to Stephanie, gesturing with his fork and launching small bits of egg across the table. Brian just smiled at him, admiring the enthusiasm of the 8-year-old. When Brian had polished off his breakfast and noticed Stephanie was just pushing around the last piece of bagel, he grabbed it off her plate and popped it in his mouth. She looked up at him startled as he then settled his warm, large hand high on her bare thigh under the table. "Mary has a couple errands for us, Steph," Brian said when Josh came to a stopping point in his story, "We better get going. Gotta get you a dress, too, I hear." Josh wrinkled his nose, saying, "Why are you gonna buy her a dress, Brian?" "Because girls look pretty in dresses," Brian smiled at his brother then looked to Stephanie who was shaking her head slightly, a smile across her full lips. "I guess. But you gotta go shopping for it?" Josh drug out the word 'shopping' like it was a disgusting thing to consider. "Sometimes, men have to make sacrifices for their pretty women." "Stephanie's not pretty, she's our cousin," Josh pointed out in the solemn way of a boy sharing his knowledge. Brian squeezed Steph's thigh under the table affectionately, then ran his fingertips lightly over the smooth skin, making goosebumps appear along her inner thigh. "Maybe when you're older you'll see that any girl can be pretty, cousin or not." Brian stood from the table, grabbing his plate and stacking it with Steph's, carrying both of them into the kitchen and putting them in the sink. "Well, pretty Steph, you ready?" "I suppose so," she said, standing and tousling Josh's hair as she walked toward the door. ------------------------------------ They walked together into the mall, close but not touching except for the occasional brush of fingers as they made their way through somewhat crowded courtyards between stores. Brian lightly grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers in a casual way that made her heart pound a little faster. Her nervous excitement about holding his hand in public was making her tingle low in her belly, and she was glad she had chosen shorts instead of the skirt she had planned on wearing, feeling more protected somehow. What if someone sees us? she thought, glancing up at his unconcerned profile. The ringing of her cell phone startled her, causing her to drop his hand and stop walking to dig around in her purse to find the source of the sound. Finally finding her phone, she pulled it out and glanced at the screen, an unconscious sound of disgust finding its way out of her mouth. She pushed the 'Ignore' button, dropping her phone back in her purse and trying to not let Mike's intrusion bother her. Glancing to her right, Steph saw they had stopped in front of a boutique, and met Brian's eyes, saying, "Um, I'm going to stop in here and see what I can find." Brian nodded, figuring from her reaction that it was probably her ex calling. He followed her into the store, hands in his pockets as he strolled the aisles of clothes. Noticing he was behind her still, Stephanie laughed and said, "You know, I've got this handled if you want to start on that list. I'll be done in half an hour or so, just call me when you want to meet up." He grinned at her, saying, "Can't fault a guy for trying, darlin'. Text me if you need a man's opinion in here." He winked at her as he walked out. ------------------------------------ Stephanie held the two dresses out in front of her, one in each hand, trying to decide which would be best. Nothing too formal, not too short, not too crazy. She went over her list of requirements in her head. She chewed on her lip, unable to decide between the two similar dresses, both meeting her needs nicely. They were dresses in the same style as the one she had planned to have her mom bring from their home, and were similar to ones she normally wore on these occasions, but different enough to be good additions to her wardrobe. They were simple, pretty, feminine dresses. Normally she would've just picked one and worn it, no problem. So what was the problem? She was so consumed by her inner conversation that she didn't hear the footsteps behind her, didn't hear the sales person coming over to her side until he cleared his throat. Startled, Stephanie spun to face him fully and flushed, aware that he had already asked her something. "I'm sorry, lost in thought I guess," she said softly, looking the handsome man in his blue eyes. Bright blue, for such gorgeous dark hair, she thought. Her eyes flickered to his nametag, read the bold 'Damien' then came back to his face. He offered her a warm, friendly smile, then, "No worries, just wondering if I could help you with anything. You seemed pretty concentrated on those dresses." "Well, if I knew what the problem was then maybe you could help," she admitted, averting her eyes back to the dresses. "What's the occasion?" he let his eyes trail down her long legs briefly while she was looking elsewhere, a visual caress. "My aunt's wedding. I have a somewhat similar dress at home I was going to wear. Not the same, because what would be the point? These just aren't... right. I'm not sure." "Well, what's your date going to wear? I've been told that matters." Stephanie was somewhat startled by the question, and an image of Brian's broad shoulders and chest dressed in his groomsman tux flashed into her mind before she quickly shoved it aside. She cleared her throat. "Actually, I don't have a date. I did have one... but now it's just me." Damien smiled at her, tactfully saying, "Well, that's better anyway. Don't have to worry about colors or whatever." She laughed, then sighed and put both of the dresses back on their racks. She looked around briefly, then asked, "Would you mind helping me find something different? Maybe something ... sassier?" "Not a problem." 25 minutes later, Stephanie was in a dressing room with three dresses Damien had suggested hanging on hooks on the wall. Bold colors, shorter lengths, form-fitting cuts. Yep, if I had any doubt he's straight, this would clear that right up. She thought, laughing inwardly at the deep slit in the last dress. Okay, let's do this. She slid the dress off its hanger and pulled it up her legs. It was made of a deep red fabric, tight across her hips and bust with a flattering neckline. It was slightly longer than the other two dresses and from the front seemed more modest, coming to just a couple inches above the knee. Just a hint of cleavage at the bust, but enough to make her feel womanly and beautiful. "How's it going in there, Stephanie? Need anything?" Damien called through her dressing room door. "Yeah, actually," Stephanie said, opening the door with her foot as she held the dress to her skin at the top. "Could you zip this for me? I can't get the zipper." Through the mirror she could see Damien's eyes travel down the naked expanse of her creamy skin, exposed from her lower back to her neck. He stepped forward and hooked the top of the dress, then pulled the zipper easily up. The dress was tight, but not so tight she couldn't breathe or move. She turned toward him to step out to the multi-pane mirror, and he put a hand on her arm, just looking her up and down leisurely for a second. He moved his hand from her arm to her shoulder, and she felt nervous flutters fill her stomach. He touched the skin by her collar bone gently, just running one finger softly along the slight hollow there. "Um..." Stephanie said, blushing as she made eye contact with him. He tucked a hanger loop from the dress underneath the shoulder, and then stepped back from her, saying, "Your loop was sticking out... now you're perfect." "Thanks," she said quietly, leaving the dressing room to face the mirrors. She admired the cut of the dress, how it showed off her figure without being too flashy or too sexy. Well... maybe it is a little sexy, she thought as she turned to look at her profile in the mirror. As she bent her leg slightly, the slit up the side opened to display six more inches of thigh. Turning again to look at the back, she saw that the dress was lower than she expected, half of her back bare. She imagined dancing with Brian, feeling his hands on her bare back. In Town for a Wedding Ch. 02 "It's gorgeous. The color suits you. So does the cut, if I may say so; shows off your long legs nicely," Damien said, standing off to the side and admiring the view. "Thanks, Damien. I think it's the one," she said turning again to look at herself in the mirror. "It would be a lucky man to have you on his arm in that dress," he said, "If you want to change real quick I can ring you up." "Thanks, can you do the zipper again?" Stephanie asking, turning her back to him and pulling her hair to the side. She felt him trail his fingers down her back lightly as he reached for the zipper. "You know, if you would like a date for the wedding, I happen to look excellent in a suit," Damien said softly, his breath brushing her neck as he finally grasped the zipper. "No, she's good. Why don't you get back to work? I've got this," Brian said, a little aggressively, raising one eyebrow at Stephanie as she turned to look at him, surprised. Damien startled at the deep timbre of Brian's voice, having thought they were alone in the store for the moment and not expecting interruption. He flushed, nodded, and went in the back of the store. "You brute. What if I wanted a date for the wedding?" Stephanie swatted Brian's arm as she walked purposefully back to the dressing room. "And what are you all pissed about anyway?" "He was touching you, Steph. He's a creep. Do you even know him?" "He was perfectly nice, and helped me find a dress. I asked him to undo my zipper because I couldn't reach it," Steph bristled as she realized she was making excuses when she didn't need to, when she didn't have any obligation to Brian. "And damn it, get in here and unzip this." Brian walked into the dressing room with his arms crossed, a frown across his handsome mouth, the door closing behind him. "Well, it's not hard to find a damn zipper. He sure took the long way, exploring a bit before he got to it." "Would you just shut up? It wasn't even inappropriate. Just fucking unzip me." She stood with her back to him, hands on her hips and glaring at him through their reflection. Brian grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against him, her back to his front, startling her as he wrapped his arms low around her belly from behind. He put his face against her bare neck, rubbing it there slightly before planting a soft kiss at the graceful curve, his expression softening as she leaned into him, tilting her head to rest on his. "He touched you, Steph. I didn't like it." She wanted to be pissed at the possessive way he was behaving, but the vulnerability in his stance, in his expression, in his tone took the fight out of her. "I wasn't going to say yes," she whispered, not meeting his eyes in the mirror. "I didn't want him. It was just nice to be flirted with." Brian made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded almost like a growl, then said, "You're gorgeous. I hope you're buying this dress..." he said as he slid his hands down her thighs to find the slits in both sides. He slid his hands under the fabric, running both hands up bare skin to grip her inner thighs. He felt her tremble, his hands so close to the vee of her thighs. He rubbed his thumbs in slow circles over the silky skin, brushing against her panties once, twice, three times. She shuddered against him, her head back on his shoulder, the line of her throat open to him. Submissive. "Brian..." she breathed. "Miss, is there anything I can get for you? Damien took his break, but he said you might have found a dress." Stephanie's wide eyes met Brian's in the mirror, his grin turning wicked as he straightened, pulling his hands from under her dress. She sighed inwardly, relieved he would behave. "Um, no I'm good. Just taking another look at this dress, then I'll be out." Brian undid the zipper of the dress as she talked and slipped his hands inside it, reaching around to find and cup her breasts in his hands, nipples pushing into his palms. He pulled her against his chest, whispering in her ear, watching the desire and panic cross her face. "Okay, dear," the woman said. "We have some gorgeous jewelry that would match that red dress. Should I pull some and bring it to you?" Brian found her pebbled nipples and rolled them between thumb and forefinger, feeling her arch her back to push her breasts into his hands. She rolled her hips against his pelvis, feeling his hard cock press into her through the barrier of clothing. She fought to keep from moaning, fought to process the question the woman asked her. "Um... no, thank you. I'll look when I finish." Brian chuckled at her reply, biting her neck slightly. A soft moan escaped her mouth, soft enough only Brian would hear, but he shushed her anyway, teasing her. "Okay. If you need anything, just holler." They heard her soft footsteps as the oblivious woman retreated. Stephanie's relief was tangible. "You troublemaker!" she admonished Brian in hushed tones, spinning in his arms to wrap her arms around his neck. He grinned before capturing her mouth, sliding his tongue in to mingle with hers, a dance of saliva and passion. Pushing her dress to the floor, he ran his hands over her naked flesh, bare except for a tiny pair of lacy panties pulled tight to her sex and wet with her excitement. "I didn't get to touch you late night, and that creep... I have to touch you," he said by way of apology, his hands tracing her curves lingeringly. She kissed him back fervently, running her tongue along his lower lip and pulling it into her mouth to suck gently on it. He slid his hands inside her panties to cup her ass, pulling her hard against him. He kissed along her neck up to her ear, then whispered, "I want you, I have to have you." When his words found their way through the fog of her brain and seeped in, when Stephanie processed what he said, she stepped back from him. He just wants your body, you idiot. He was jealous someone touched you, might block his chance of fucking you. He just wants your pussy, he doesn't care about you. Find your clothes, find your dignity on the floor. Dust it off. "I'm... I'm going to get dressed. Here, uh, have her start ringing this up. Please." Stephanie handed Brian the dress, and picked her shirt up off the ground, holding it across her breasts modestly. "Darlin', what just happened?" Brian looked at the dress in his hand, almost surprised to see it there. "I can't... do this." "I'm sorry, you don't want to do this here. I get it, no worries." He smiled at her and went to kiss her again, and she barely kissed him back. He glanced at her, perplexed, and walked out of the dressing room. Stephanie sat for a second on the bench in the corner, pulling her knees up to her chest and burying her face in her arms. Don't cry, you idiot. What were you expecting? She stood, putting a brave mask on, and got dressed. ------------------------------------ The ride back to her aunt's house was quiet, but not unbearably so. Stephanie mostly looked out the window, a blush riding her cheekbones. She was polite, would answer his attempts to draw her into conversation, but would give short answers. He didn't know what the hell had happened. One minute she was responding to him so beautifully, meeting his need with her own. And the next she was distant. A wall was up, and he wasn't sure where it had come from. Had he pushed her boundaries? Made her uncomfortable? He had been trying to tease her by pleasing her with the woman on the other side of that small door. But she had responded, she had enjoyed it. What had changed? Walking back to their room to get dressed for the rehearsal dinner, he carried her bags for her. When she shut the door to change clothes, he decided he just needed to ask her, because wondering was driving him crazy. "Steph, what the hell happened? Did I hurt you, offend you?" She didn't answer, just said, "Can you look away? I'm going to change." He met her eyes without turning away, waiting for her to answer his question. When he didn't look away, she said, "Well, I guess you've seen it all before anyway, right?" She half-smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Steph..." He watched as she pulled on a sweater over a simple black skirt, then sat to pull on heels. "Please, Steph, just talk to me." She stopped, one heel on and the other in her hand and looked at him, surprised he seemed hurt by her silence. Dropping her eyes back to her shoes, she slid on the second heel and stood. "Do I look alright?" "You're beautiful, you always are." "Brian, our 'always' is about 36 hours long. Anyway, I can't be your... whatever." Her tone was cool, but not cold as she gestured between the two of them. Emotionally detached. "Your weekend fuck, or whatever. If you need to get your rocks off, there will be other girls at the wedding you can play with." "Steph, I don't want some random girl." "Oh, well there'll be other cousins there, too, if that's what you need," she said as a parting shot, grabbing her small purse and heading out the door. In Town for a Wedding Ch. 03 Sorry about the delay! Here's the next chapter. Check out chapters 1 & 2 before this one! xo L&L ------------------------------------ Brian was seething. Pacing. Pissed off. But more than that, he was confused. What had he done to inspire such a cool response? Of course he didn't want some random girl, or someone just because they were his cousin. That was a barrier, an obstacle. Yeah, it was a little hot if he was honest with himself. But that's not the only reason why he wanted Steph. She was smart, and sweet, and honest. She was gorgeous, and adorable when she laughed, and so sexy when she gave in to him in the dressing room. He hated that her ex had hurt her so much; he felt protective of her in a way that none of his previous girlfriends had made him feel. And he was thinking of her on that level already, he realized with a start. And now he had to go out there and go to the rehearsal then the rehearsal dinner like nothing was the matter, like she hadn't just thrown that in his face. Like he didn't want to drag her off somewhere and spank her, then make her talk. Well, it's not like you told her how much you like her, you idiot. He chastised himself, Start thinking with your dick and suddenly you're all hands. What was she supposed to think? Running his hands through his hair one last time with a growl, he decided he had to find her. To spank her or to kiss her, he wasn't sure. ------------------------------------ Under the guise of being helpful, Stephanie had taken every opportunity to run errands and get things ready for the rehearsal. She wasn't in the wedding, so being out of sight when everyone else was busy marching and practicing their lines was relatively easy. Leaving her time to think was an unhappy side effect, but one she had to put up with. She kept remembering Brian's hands, his mouth, his teeth on her. Remembering his kisses and caresses, his fingers against her. She would remember how it made her feel to be touched by him, in public, in a barely-private dressing room and she would feel her cheeks get hot. But then reality would set in. He found her attractive, that much was obvious. It was probably alluring for him that she was his cousin, the taboo and all. She herself thought it was kind of hot, in a forbidden kind of way. But she wasn't the type to just fuck and forget. She never had been. You've never been the type to fuck at all, who are you kidding? And that had been the problem with Mike. She had been the problem. They had been together for a year, and she still wasn't comfortable having sex with him. It wasn't him, necessarily. There were always other priorities: school, work, long hours studying and working her ass off to get to where she wanted. Grades were extremely important if she wanted to get into graduate school, and that had to be her focus. Having a boyfriend at all was almost too much of a distraction, but he was a good companion for her. She never felt like they spent enough time together for her to feel comfortable having sex. She wanted it to be special, with someone she felt a strong connection to, and she thought that she hadn't felt that with Mike because they didn't spend overly much time together. It just never was there with us, that spark. Not like with Brian. She felt like she shouldn't really be surprised that Mike had looked elsewhere. What guy wouldn't? But that was the problem. As insulting as it had been for him to cheat on her, on their one year anniversary no less, that wasn't the thing that pissed her off the most. If he had had feelings for Kimmie, if he had fallen in love with her and wanted to be with her, she would have at least understood. It's always just pussy. They don't care who or what it's attached to as long as it's wrapped around their dick. He had apologized, vehemently. He had sent her flowers, called her, showed up to her dorm and on her path to classes. He kept apologizing, trying to win her back, and every time he used the excuse that "it had meant nothing," she only got more furious. Leave it to that cheating asshole to make me feel sorry for the woman he cheated on me with... the stupid whore. Okay, maybe only a little sorry. And she didn't even know if it had meant anything to Kimmie. Maybe it was a mutually emotionless fucking. Maybe they had shaken hands afterward, said, "Thanks for that," and gone their separate ways. But sex meant something to Stephanie. It wasn't just a throwaway action. She wanted to fuck Brian. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel him shiver and come. She wanted that, with him, in a way she had never wanted it with Mike. And that scared the crap out of her. She hadn't run out of the dressing room because she was offended, or because she didn't want to do it. She had run because she did want to. And she had known him for less than 2 days. Who's the stupid whore now? ------------------------------------ Brian couldn't keep his mind on the rehearsal. He hadn't found Steph when he looked for her earlier, but his new stepmom Mary mentioned she was setting up the reception room next door. Now he was trapped in practicing the marching and standing in the ceremony and all he could think about was marching over next door and bending her over his knee. Especially in that little black skirt. Down, boy. When the torturous marching back and forth was over, he went straight over to the reception hall, glad that his sister couldn't fly in until the wedding day so she couldn't give him crap for it. As soon as he opened the door, he saw her straightening centerpieces and aligning place settings. She didn't look up as he approached, so she was startled when his hand was suddenly holding her wrist and pulling her toward the kitchens. "You and I need to talk," he said firmly, leaving no room for argument. They walked through the empty kitchen and into a back room, one wall filled with shelves like a pantry but with a larger area like a dining room. "Look, you can't just say shit like that and walk off. We're adults. If there's a problem, we can discuss it like adults and figure it out. Will you tell me what pissed you off?" Brian asked, perching himself on the edge of the sturdy wood table. "We have nothing to talk about. There is no 'we', and it doesn't matter." Stephanie's stance was defensive, arms crossed across her chest. Brian tugged on her hand, encouraging her to drop her guarded look and pulling her toward him. "I'm sorry that I upset you, for whatever I did. I just wish you would tell me." "It doesn't matter, I can't have sex with you. I won't." She wouldn't meet his eyes. "Damn it, Steph. I don't care about that. I pushed you, it was too fast. I get it, okay? I'll back off. But this matters." He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You didn't push me. I wanted it, too." Her admission was soft and heated, her voice almost husky. It hit him like a punch to the gut. "Then why did you run? Why did you shut yourself off from me?" "Because it's not just sex. When I finally have sex with someone, I want it to be more than just... fucking." Stephanie stepped back, getting worked up and went on, "Mike never got that, he always pushed. And when I wouldn't, he found someone else, some meaningless piece of ass to get it out of his system. And then said it meant nothing. Well, it means something to me." Brian was dumbfounded, quiet for a moment. "Steph..." "I know. You're shocked, right? What kind of crazy 21-year-old is a fucking virgin?" She rolled her eyes at herself, cheeks red. "No, darlin', it's not that." He pulled her to him again, this time pulling her all the way up against him. "This means something. You and me, this isn't just... meaningless play for me." "What else could it be? We just met, Brian." "Was it meaningless when you kissed me? When I touched you, it meant nothing to you?" He asked heatedly. "Of course it did. But you don't even know me. How could you care about me when you just met me?" "I don't know, but I feel like I do know you. Your aunt Mary always talks about you. How you're going to be a lawyer, how you walk dogs at the shelter and are great with the boys." He smiled at her, rested his forehead on hers, then continued, his voice low and steady, "I won't deny it's sexual. I want you. But I don't just want a quick fuck." Stephanie leaned into him, kissing his lips softly once, then twice, short apology kisses. She started to pull away but Brian growled, pulling her back to him hard and claiming her mouth. Hot, hard kisses that seared her mouth, that reached low and grabbed hold of her. "I wanted to bring you in here and bend you over my knee for running from me," Brian's husky voice washed across her lips, his mouth millimeters from her own. "In fact it's still a temptation." She felt her pussy clench at the thought. On a whimper, she replied, "Please, Brian." "Please yes? Or please no?" He asked, turning her between his legs so she faced one side, pushing lightly on her back so she bent forward over his left thigh, arching her ass up. As she bent over, she felt her skirt raise in the back, felt her heart race and a low tingle build in her stomach. His fingers skimmed below the hem of her skirt, raising it inch by inch, his hand caressing the backs of her thighs as it came up. The anticipation of feeling his hand on her ass was more than she had ever felt before, until eventually she felt it. He rubbed his hand across her panties-covered ass, caressing the skin there, hearing her breath hitch as she waited to see what he would do. The wet spot forming on the crotch of her panties was a dead giveaway to how turned on she was, and he ran one finger down the spot, pushing slightly into her pussy. The sharp intake of breath he heard from her encouraged him as he moved his finger gently up and down right in that spot. "You didn't answer my question, Steph. Yes or no?" He moved to trace the line of her panties on either side of her pussy, studiously avoiding touching her where she wanted it most. "Yes, Brian. Please." Her breath quickened and her cheeks flushed, her hands resting on his thigh for support clenching as he slid her little panties down her legs until they fell to the floor, leaving her naked to him from the hips down. He rubbed and squeezed her smooth cheeks, feeling the muscles flex and relax beneath his hands. Waiting, holding her breath, in anticipation as he lifted his hand and hovered a moment above her skin. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, not wanting to scare her. She nodded and that was all he needed to send a stinging slap down on one cheek then the other, before caressing and soothing. Rubbing in circles across her skin, feeling the skin warm under his rough palm before smacking each cheek again. She cried out softly, pushing her ass back against his hand as he soothed once again. He could see her biting her lip, chewing that plump flesh as she wiggled beneath his hand, and he couldn't help but pull her mouth to his. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, tonguing and nibbling it while his third and final smacks landed on her ass. Stephanie cried out into his mouth, pouting from the unexpected sensation and more turned on than she could remember every being. "I want you," she admitted softly, turning toward him and kissing him, returning his passion with her own. Grabbing her hips, he spun them around, pushing her hips back toward the table and helping her hop up onto it, her bare ass on the sturdy surface of the table. He kissed her hard, exploring her mouth with his tongue and sharing her breath as he pulled her closer to the edge of the table, his fingers finding her slippery folds. He dipped his thumb inside her, gathering juices then replaced it with a finger as his thumb slipped across the top of her clit. He could feel it throb, her pulse through it fast and hard. Swallowing her moans, he relentlessly continued exploring her, adding a second finger until she writhed on his hand. He whispered dirty, husky things into her ear, urging her to come on his fingers. His free hand pulled up the edge of her sweater until he could reach inside her bra and find a hard nipple to roll and pull. Her hands clutched and pulled at his back, pulling him closer and scratching down his skin under his shirt. He dipped his head and latched onto a nipple with his mouth, the heat of his breath washing over her. Nibbling gently on the bud of flesh, he increased speed with his fingers until she shattered around him. He could feel her pussy pulsate around his fingers, could feel her thighs flexing around him, could hear the repressed moan try to break free from her. "You are so beautiful," he told her, slowly still stroking her clit until her hand pushed him away. "Too sensitive," she finally said by way of apologizing for pushing his hand away. She grabbed his hand and slowly licked her juices off his fingers while staring into his eyes. Brian had to take a deep breath and close his eyes to regain control, before he fucked her right there on the table, other people be damned. But he wanted better for her, so he pulled back, pulling her sweater back down to cover her flesh and kissed her swollen lips. "I want you, Steph." Brian rested his forehead on hers, closing his eyes in an attempt to summon strength. "But I'm not going to fuck you on a table in a reception hall, with thirty other people in the other room, as much as I'd love to be buried in your pussy right now." He gently pulled at her hips, urging her to slide off the table and smoothing her skirt back down in the back. He bent, picking up her panties and sliding them into his pocket. "Brian..." she said, seeing her panties disappear into his pocket. "Yeah, those are mine now. You'll have to do without." He smirked, kissing her swollen lips to distract her from her objection. "Knowing you're not wearing panties under this little black skirt...fuck." He rubbed his hands over the fabric of her skirt, squeezing her ass in his broad hands, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Brian and Steph rejoined the wedding party, strolling out holding hands. Feeling flustered and flushed, Steph couldn't help but fidget with the hem of her skirt, making sure it was staying down. And every time she did, Brian would chuckle, a deep rumble in his chest. Damn him. They all made their way to the rehearsal dinner, a fleet of six or seven cars pulling up outside the Italian restaurant. Brian met Steph at the door of the car, holding her hand and walking her into the restaurant. His dad made strong eye contact with him, a silent question framed by a look at their joined hands. Later, dad, he silently begged, grateful when Roger directed his attention to the other guests. Here we go. ------------------------------------ The dinner passed with relatively little ado, nobody mentioning how close Stephanie and Brian seemed, for which they were both glad. Later that night in their shared room, Stephanie and Brian each sat on their own bed, facing each other and chatting, getting to know each other. Stephanie's phone rang and reaching for the phone she saw her mom's name flash on the screen. "Hi, Mom." Brian looked up as Steph answered the phone, their eyes meeting and a smile crossing his face. He could hear the white noise of someone talking but couldn't make out the words. Protectiveness sprung up in his chest as he saw the look on Steph's expression change to embarrassment, then defensiveness, then defeat. "Mom, it's not a big deal. Brian's nice, he's been a good friend." Another stretch of white noise. "Of course I'm not latching onto him, for Christ's sake," Stephanie paused, then, "I'm perfectly aware he's my uncle's son, Mother... Yes, I know you're looking out for my best interests, but... Of course... Love you, too, Mom, see you tomorrow." Brian crossed to Steph's bed as she hung up her cell phone, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against his chest, her head tucked under his chin. The air from her sigh tickled against his neck. "That bad, huh?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Apparently your dad had a problem with us holding hands, so he called my mom to tell her we were 'getting close.' Apparently being related through marriage creeps her out, and she thinks I'm just rebounding from Mike." "The thought had crossed my mind that you might be. I hope that's not all this is, though." Brian pulled back to catch her eye, wanting to see that she didn't harbor the same doubts that their parents clearly had. Her uncertainty was written all over her face, and with a deep sigh, Brian stood and went to the closet, grabbing his running shoes. "Well, when you figure that out, let me know," he said, heading out the door.