A year of planning, of frustration, of dealing with my future husband's mother. But I did it, the wedding was going to be amazing and beautiful. At twenty-five, I was getting married! It was quite a relief to finally have the day come in just a week. I replayed several details in my head; the venue, the decorations, my dress. Everything seemed to fit just right with a little wiggle room just in case. Family had started to come in for the big day and today, I had to go pick up my brother. I am the youngest in a family of four and, despite inviting the three of them, only my second brother came. My sister still seemed to hate me, and I guess my older brother was just too busy. 
I shrugged off the thoughts as I turned into the area for passenger pick up and glanced around for Caleb. It's been years since I'd last seen him. In fact, I hadn't heard from him since our father died. That was seven years ago.
I jumped a little when my phone began to ring. It was Caleb. Answering, I pressed the phone to my ear and told him what car I was in, and put my hand out the window to wave.
My breath stopped when he walked out of the crowd. He was still tall, both my brothers were. His hair was pushed around his head haphazardly and his glasses still sat low on his nose. When he opened the back seat door and dropped his luggage on the seat, the cold January air sent a shiver through me. And I was half convinced it was the cause of the goose bumps as well.
Half convinced.
“Hey, Delaney,” he said as he slid into the front seat. “Been a while.”
“Yeah, how've you been?” I replied.
As he filled the car with conversation, my mind slipped away. When we were younger and moved around a lot, my brother was one of the only males I'd gotten close to. When puberty hit, I was taken away by teenage hormones and so was he. We never got farther than heavy petting and exploring, but after a while, I felt ashamed of what we did and stopped talking to him. When I moved away, he stayed with Baily, our other brother, and I found my soon to be husband. I only invited them out of courtesy.
“Right, Delaney?”
Snapped out of my reflection, I realized Caleb had asked a question. “I'm sorry, what?”
“I said, Tennessee sure is different than anywhere we've lived, right?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. I had moved here when I was twenty to be with my online boyfriend, and soon, we would be moving to South Carolina. I mentioned this to Caleb and the awkward feeling inside of me ebbed, but only slightly. Caleb had certainly grown into one hell of a man. Remembering the time before had done something strange to me. Why was I acting this way, why was my body responding to him? I shifted in my seat as a red light turned green and I turned into the motel that he would be staying at. I told him if he needed anything to call me because he didn't know how to drive.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, checking the time on my phone, it was late afternoon and I was beginning to feel a little hungry myself.
“Nah, flying does a number on my stomach so I'll just order something later.”
“Alright, you have my number.”
Suddenly it felt more awkward than before. As I turned to leave, I felt his eyes on me. Did he remember our teenage fling too? Did he still think of me that way?
I decided it was probably best to just leave so I did. In my car, my heart pounded and my cheeks flushed. I love my fiance, why was I thinking this way? I shook my head and drove home. 
It wasn't much, but we were starting to build our own life. Living on our own for the first time. I smiled up at the small two story house and parked the car under the overhang. I vaguely wondered if I had to pick Trevor up from work, then remembered we had just bought a second car.
Inside, I went to my office and started going over the guest list again. More of Trevor's family and church had responded than my family and friends but at least my Grandmother would be there.
Once I realized there was nothing else to do, I powered up my computer and began watching YouTube to calm my mind.
But thoughts of my brother wouldn't go away. In another window I looked up porn videos. First, just anal videos, then interracial. Finally I wondered where I would find incest porn. True, it was one of my kinks, but I had never thought of actually doing it with Caleb. But as I watched an obviously non related couple start fucking, I couldn't help but think of him. Maybe, just maybe, I could try it. I unbuttoned my pants and slipped my hands in under the panties. I found my clit and began to rub slowly, my cheeks growing hot. 
I spread my legs and rubbed more, clicking to another video of two blonde “siblings” in the shower. I thought of Caleb in the shower. I had seen his cock before and I wondered if maybe it had gotten bigger. Trevor was the only man I had been with, besides Caleb. But I had never touched Caleb's cock, so I wondered what it felt like. If I went to that hotel and walked in on him in the shower. No embarrassment, just walk right in and see his naked body, wet from the shower. 
Would I walk over to him? Just look at him? I thought of what it would be like to walk over and touch him, make him hard in my hands. I thought of what it might be like if he touched me back. If he cupped my breasts and squeezed. What it might be like to take him into my mouth. 
In my mind I took of my shirt so that he would see my lacy bra. I licked the length of him and took him as far as I could. Maybe he would moan and grab the back of my head.
I came at the thought of my own brother's cum filling my mouth as he said he was cumming.
Panting, I righted myself and closed the porn window. I leaned against my elbows and pressed my face into my hands. My left hand smelled heavily of my own juices.
I decided I needed a shower.

Later, when Trevor came home, I seduced him. It didn't take much. He worked at the hospital pushing around patients from room to room. Maybe even to the morgue. Some days he was just tired so I left him be. But I felt I needed this. Though it had been a while, I took him into my mouth and blew his mind.
“What's gotten into you?” he panted after I finished him off.
Not saying a word, I got on top of him and slid him inside me. I rode him hard until I came and he lay there panting again.
Though the release was good, I had a nagging feeling that I just needed to try. As I thought about it while Trevor fell asleep, I knew this would be my last, if only, chance to find out what it would be like. 

The next day, Caleb called me for lunch. We went to Chili's then I took him back to the motel.
“How is it here?” I asked.
“It's nice, the room service is good, but expensive, hence why I called.” he said. 
“Is there anything else you need?” I was lingering, fighting my own mind to ask him.
“Nah, I have my laptop and they have WiFi here.”
I nodded and put my hand on the door knob. I bit my lip and closed my eyes for a moment.
“Hey, Caleb?”
“Yeah?”
I hesitated, searching for words.
“Nothing,” I said finally and left.
Six days till the wedding, I checked the cake. It had taken me a while to chose but I was sure this one was going to wow everyone. I tried my best to keep myself busy, running around and packing for the honeymoon. Trevor was away with the guys celebrating, so he wasn't around. A couple hours passed and I checked my phone. There was a message, but not from Caleb. I didn't know what I expected. He couldn't possibly be thinking the same thing I was. Let alone how much I thought of it.
I sat on the floor of my room, the suit case in front of me. Our dog, Jimmy, laying on the bed looking at me.
“Don't look at me like that, you'll be with Diana. She'll take good care of you while we're away.”
He let out a sigh and got up, trotting from the room.
“Drama King.” I muttered and closed the suit case.
I lay down on the bed and looked at the ceiling, wondering what Caleb occupied his time with. Was it anything like what I did? Hours on YouTube, or RedTube. I sighed. I had to stop thinking of this, he wouldn't see me that way. I'm his baby sister and he's no longer a horny teenager.
So why the hell did I feel like one again?
I grabbed my vibrator and laptop. Again, I went through various porn and settled on brother/sister fucking. I turned my magic massager on high and went to town. After three or four good orgasms, I decided to stop. I wasn't that young anymore so recovery wouldn't be over night if I overdid it.
Cleaning and putting things away, I rolled over and tried to sleep.
Hours later—I knew because it had become dark—someone slipped into bed with me. It was so dark and I was still half asleep so I thought it was Caleb. Hoped, was probably a better word. I felt a warm body press against my back and I sighed happily. I pressed against him and slid his hand up to my breast. He took to it eagerly, squeezing and toying with my right nipple. I bit my lip and gyrated my hips into his, feeling his cock grow hard.
I woke gradually, pleasure heating and moving my body. I knew for sure it was Trevor now, but I pretended it wasn't. I closed my eyes even though the dark hid him already. I pretended it was Caleb's hand that slid down my body and into my pants. I imagined it was Caleb's fingers that found my pussy and invaded. I cried out as I thought of Caleb nibbling my neck. I thought of Caleb as his hand pushed down my pants and the body next to me pushed up onto his knees.
I pretended until, to me, it was my brother's cock that pushed into me, filled my hole. I came quickly, crying out into the pillow as he fucked me sideways. He grabbed my hips and plowed into me hard and fast, building toward his own release.
But he moved me onto my knees and quickly shoved into my pussy again. I grabbed the edge of the bed as my brother's fingers dug into my hips and his cock violated me in just the way I wanted. 
My whole body shook when I heard Trevor's voice as he came. It broke me from my fantasy and from my orgasm.
Trevor rolled onto his back and I went to clean up. I caught my reflection in the mirror and stared at myself. My cheeks were still pink and my breasts exposed. My pants had disappeared into the darkness and I looked at my womanhood. I did shave so it was fully bared to my eyes. Red and slightly swollen from the sex, I touched it.
Images of my brother doing what I so wanted him to do flashed through my mind's eye and my fingers began to move. They rubbed as I thought of Caleb. Maybe he was masturbating right now too. Stroking his shaft as he watched some porn star get fucked in the ass while she sucked the cock of another man. 
Then I thought of me riding him, his cock going deeper than Trevor's. Caleb had to be bigger, he was when he was younger.
Then I thought of him in my ass, and oh, God, how I came.
I slid to the bathroom floor, Trevor's semen dripping from my pussy to the floor and my muscles twitching from orgasm.

So I made up my mind the next day. I had to wait for the weekend to pass. Trevor was off and I didn't have an excuse to go out. Monday, I would go to my brother, and I would at least try. If he turned me down, at least I would know.
But if he said yes...
I bit my lip and focused on the road. Pulling into the parking lot of the motel, I got out and straightened my skirt. Though, I don't usually wear them, I thought this was a special occasion and maybe, just maybe, he would be pushing it up to fuck me against the door.
That thought had me instantly wet and reminded me I hadn't worn panties.
Clearing my throat, I knocked on his door and waited while my heart pounded in my ears. 
What if he refused? I would look like a perverted idiot and we would probably never speak again.
I jumped a little when he opened the door.
“Something wrong, Delaney?” he said.
I couldn't speak. He was standing shirtless in front of me. And oh, God had he changed. He was all muscle and lines. I shivered.
“Come in, it's cold,” he said when I didn't reply.
I stepped into the room, remembering that it was early January. I sighed and sat down at the chair next to the table.
“Something wrong?” He asked again.
I hesitated, still warring with myself.
Screw it, I thought, this was my last chance, and we would probably never talk again either way.
“Do you remember when we were teenagers?”
His face changed when I nailed him with the question. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, his muscles flexing in so many delicious ways. I had to bite my lip at the quiver that ran through me straight to my groin. 
“Yeah,” he said after a moment, looking away. “Look, I'm sorry, I never knew anyone, never had the chance. I shouldn't have touched you.”
It looked like he was about to continue but I stopped him. “That was a long time ago.”
“Then why bring it up?” He glared at me.
I almost lost my resolve. But I had made it this far, so I couldn't—didn't want to—stop.
“Because I...” my heart pounded so hard, I wondered if he could see it shake my body. “I want to finish what we started back then.”
His jaw dropped. Then he glared at me. He went over to the other side of the bed and pulled out a shirt, pulling it over his head. My heart dropped and I closed my eyes. I waited for the yelling, the swearing, the rejection.
But, “Why?” was all he said.
Opening my eyes again, I looked at him with surprise. 
He shrugged, “We haven't talked for years, and now, four days from your wedding, you tell me this?”
“It's...” I couldn't find the words.
“You're my baby sister. When you left I regretted what I did to you, tried hard to forget about it. I thought you hated me. Why?”
I shrugged, dropping my eyes to the floor.
“God, don't look like that,” his voice sounded struggled, like he was holding back his rage.
“I knew this was a bad idea, I'm so sorry,” I said, getting up. “Look, you don't have to come to the wedding, I just... I'm sorry.”
I reached for the door knob and was about to turn it when he grabbed my other hand.
“Wait,” his grip was firm but not tight. I looked back at him and his eyes were hooded, I couldn't even see where he was looking because his glasses covered the lower half of his eyes.
“Caleb, I'm sorry.”
“Don't,” he let go. Stepped back.
I took that as rejection. This was a terrible idea. No real person liked having sex with their sibling, it was just crazy.
I went to leave again, but this time he pressed his body against mine, his hand going to mine on the knob. My cheeks heated and my body responded instantly.
“Don't,” he said again, his voice low next to my ear.
It was as if the room was cleared of all the air and I couldn't breathe. He was a head taller than me, his shoulders twice as wide as mine. I felt completely enveloped by him. I let my hand slip away from the knob and he locked it.
My heart skipped and I had to bite my lip again. Was he really...?
“Tell me why?” his voice had grown husky.
“I...” I lifted my shoulders in a shrug. I could feel the heat of him, radiating and warm, on my back.
“Tell me, Delaney.”
His voice rattled my spine, I felt my core couldn't get any hotter.
“You know I draw.”
“What's that got to--”
I turned around quickly, pressing my back to the door. “Frequently, I draw porn. Mostly furries, and of those, I draw a lot of... Incest.”
His eyes bore into mine over his glasses.
“And it's not because I have to,” again, I hesitated. What if he was just grilling me to know what to avoid and why to hate me more. “I like... Drawing brothers fucking their little sister.”
He seemed to flinch at the word fuck. As if hearing his younger sister say such a word physically hurt him.
“Do you feel the same about Baily?”
I was taken aback by the question. I hadn't thought about it. He too tried things with me that didn't go anywhere. But no. Caleb held my attention firmly. I shook my head.
What happened next is hard to understand, even now. One second I had the feeling he hated me and wanted nothing more to do with me, the next... His lips were on mine. I was pressed flush against the door and had nowhere to go as his mouth opened over mine, urging me to do the same.
And I did. I opened my mouth and invited him in. My mind wouldn't quiet, though. It was wrong to kiss your brother like this, to feel his tongue against yours. My mind thought: you should slap him away, this was the worst idea I'd ever had!
His hand held my head in place as his mouth claimed mine and I told my mind: You thought of it.
Then, thoughts melted away as I felt his hands on my ass. He grabbed and squeezed, pulling my hips closer to his so I felt his erection. It was definitely bigger than Trevor's.
Much bigger.
He pulled up my skirt, his movements jerky and rushed. His mouth left mine when he felt my bare ass, his eyes wide.
“Told you,” I breathed.
He breathed out a growl and lifted my shirt over my breasts, taking my bra with it. Breasts exposed, he rubbed and squeezed. His head dipped and he licked one nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly. He thumbed the other nipple and reached down to squeeze my ass again. I was out of breath and my face was hot. And it felt unfair that my chest was bare but his wasn't. I tugged at his shirt and he was gone from my breast only briefly to allow his tee-shirt to be pulled over his head. Then he threw it and went back to my breast.
His hand left my other breast as he resumed sucking and nibbling my nipple. I felt his hand on my thigh then it slid higher. My heart pounded so hard in my chest I felt it would break free. Then he lifted my legs.
Surprised, I grabbed onto his shoulders. But he seemed strong enough to to hold me there against the door. He wrapped my legs around his hips and rubbed his erection against my soaked pussy. His sweat pants got damp and I tried to look down there but his head at my breast was in the way.
I was so turned on by this I nearly begged him to just fuck me when he suddenly took me from the door to the bed. I yelped and held onto him as tight as I could while he walked and all but dropped me on the bed.
“Take them off.” He commanded and before I could ask what, I realized he meant my clothes. I pulled my blouse up over my head and he seemed too impatient so he ripped my skirt away.
“Can I keep my shoes on? It's... Another turn on...”
“Fuck if I care...” he seemed so primal now, as he pushed his sweats down and I saw his cock. I almost laughed at how ridiculously large it was, as if from a porno. But you wouldn’t see me complaining any time soon.
“Up, on your knees,” I did as he said, more than willing to oblige. I went to bend over but he grabbed me from behind and held me upright, grabbing my breasts and slipping his cock between my legs. I gasped at the sensation. This was so very, very wrong, but I cared less and less with each stroke, each tug and squeeze of my nipples. 
“Is this good?” he asked, his voice rough and strained.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
“Do you like your brother fucking you?”
“Mhmm,” I moaned.
“Good,” he pushed me forward onto my hands and pushed himself inside my pussy. I cried out as the pleasure shocked through my body, sending shivers through my whole being. He took a moment and sighed in pleasure. 
Then he began to move, and I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I cried out loudly as he pounded into me, each powerful thrust sending me closer and closer to the edge.
And when I came, it was the hardest I had cum in a very long time. I cried his name, I bent to his will, I let my brother fuck me. It was only moments before I heard him say he was close.
“Don't pull out, I'm protected,” I said quickly. Something about him spilling his seed into his sister made it so much more wrong, and that made it all the better. 
I felt each twitch of his cock, each spray of ejaculate fill my cunt and it was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. He pulled out slowly, dragging a groan of displeasure from my throat.
“Oh, don't worry, sister, I'm not finished,” he panted.
He sat down next to me on the bed and I sat up, my ass to my heels. I looked at him, sweat making him shine. I felt as if I was glowing, a smile glued to my face.
I gave him a few moments to recover. He even laid back, his cock still hard. I felt greedy, wanting more after what we just did. But he didn't seem to mind as I moved closer and threw my leg over him. I sat just under his cock, grabbing it and playing with his slick flesh. He moaned and his eyes drifted closed.
“You good to go again?” I asked, stroking him.
“Yeah,” he said, his hips lifting slightly with each downward stroke.
So I lifted my hips and guided him into my pussy again. He hissed through his teeth.
“God, you are so hot...”
I wasn't sure if he meant my looks or my vagina, but either way, I felt a spike of fire go through me like lightning. I sat there a moment, feeling him inside me. Then I leaned forward and let my breasts tease against his chest. Slowly, I started moving my hips, up and down. Up and down. My nipples slid along his chest, creating a sweet friction that added to my pleasure as I rode my brother. I was in ecstasy when he grabbed my hips and forced me to move faster.
Part of me felt like I should feel disgusted, this was my brother. But the other, larger part, shoved that part down and rode Caleb to Nirvana.

A few hours later, I was in the shower, washing up. Caleb was face down on the bed, completely spent, and I felt divinely sore. I used the blow dryer on my hair and got dressed. At the door, I looked back at Caleb and felt like a real woman.
“See you later, Caleb, let me know if you need anything,” I said, and unlocked the door. He lifted his hand in acknowledgment and I slipped out. The January air hit me like a freight train and I realized I had left my coat in the car. The drive back home brought reality back down on me.
I had just slept with my brother.
Only days before my wedding!
What was wrong with me?
I rubbed my forehead and sighed, reminding myself that I would probably never see him again after this wedding.
I checked my phone. Trevor had text me a half hour ago wondering where I was. Shit, it was late. The rest of the way home I thought up excuse after excuse as to why I had been gone so long. Finally I settled on the fact that I hadn't seen Caleb in ages and had taken him to the movies. As I parked beside the house, I looked on my phone what movies there were and even went as far as to read the plot summary on Wikipedia. Wow, there really was something wrong with me.
I banged my head against the steering wheel. We were about to get married, and I had just cheated on him. With my brother no less!
I shook my head, my only consolation was that I would never see him again. I had to hold onto that.

Trevor hadn't asked about anything beyond what movie I saw. I went to my office and sat down. Putting on some video from YouTube, I thought over what happened. All the ways Caleb had touched me. My brother. His cock inside me. My brother. His breath against my cheek as he bent my legs over his shoulders. My brother. His mouth on my breasts as his hands dug into my ass to move me in just the way he wanted me to.
This was my brother. My flesh and blood, born from the same mother, come from the same father.
I sighed and checked my art pages. All those happy furries, gladly taking the cock of their brothers. Had I really done that? A shift in my chair told me that yes, yes I had.
And I thought, why should I care? Nobody would ever know. They never have to.
When I went to bed, Trevor tried, but I was no longer in any mood to have sex. He seemed disappointed but he had been turned down enough times over the years that I didn't feel too bad about it. 
I slept soundly, without dreams.

Tuesday, I tried on my dress again. It fit well enough that I thought I wouldn't have to take it in, which was good. I put it back and looked at it. Strapless, sparkly. Like any girl, I had thought about my wedding since childhood. Would things be different if I went to Caleb again? Would he act like yesterday never happened? I shook my head and took Jimmy for a walk, something I really didn't have to do but I needed the air. I was shivering by the time we got back. Jimmy disappeared into the depths of the house and I stood in the entryway, staring at nothing. 
Would I go back? Probably, but why?
Besides the mind blowing sex?
Caleb was my first crush, but at the time, I hadn't known any better.
My hands were on my keys before I knew it.
I would never see him again after this, may as well.

“It's getting late,” Caleb groaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” I said, coming up for air.
“Fuck no,” he breathed.
I placed my lips back on the head of his cock and he moaned loudly. His was bigger, longer and the head darker than Trevor's. I slid it into my mouth and kept going. Down, down, down my lips slid, taking him into my throat. I heard his curse again.
“How the hell can you do that?”
I hummed and he jerked. His hands shot to the back of my head and I held my breath as long as I could. Instead of doing what some of the porn stars would do, I let him go slowly. Feeling the head of his dick slide against my tonsils and then the back of my tongue and finally out of my lips. 
“Sweet Christ, that was amazing,” he panted. His body shook and his fists were full of sheets.
I couldn't help but giggle.
“There is one other thing I want to try before you go,” I said, referring to his going home after the wedding.
“What's that?”
I reached into my bag and pulled out a little bottle of lube. He looked at it, his eyebrow lifting. 
“Don't tell me you don't know what it is.”
He just looked at the thing in my hand so I uncapped it and tipped it over, pouring the clear liquid over the head of his cock.
“There, now,” I set the bottle aside and began stroking the lube over his cock. His head rolled back and a moan escaped him. I didn't even care if he was pretending not to know what was happening or not. I stood in front of him and turned around. Then, I bent my knees and grabbed him again, leading my brother's cock to my ass hole. It had been a while, but I was prepared. I let my weight push his dick inside my hole and I cried out. He groaned loudly and grabbed my hips. It seemed now, he wanted full part in this. After a moments accommodation, I slowly lowered myself down his full length, taking him deep.
He hissed through his teeth, “So goddamn tight...”
Then he moved my hips, gliding in and out of my ass slow and steadily. I moaned for him, told him he could go faster but he stayed slow. Before long, the slow pace became almost unbearable until he stood, taking me by surprise but holding my hips in place so he stayed buried to the hilt. He moved me closer to the table and bent me over it. The speed was no longer an issue as he took off. Cry after cry of pleasure spilled from my lips as he used me like he would a whore. I loved the way his hands held my hips in rhythm to his pounding. 
It took him longer to cum than it had before, but I was glad. The orgasm that hit was pure bliss. I even felt his nails as he came warm bursts into my ass hole. I panted, laying my torso on the table and feeling his cum leak from both my ass and my cunt. He had filled me to the breaking point and I hated that I had to go home.
It took me another hour to dress. I didn't want to go, I wanted to feel him all night. But I did have to let him recover. 
So the drive home was not a pleasant one. I felt grumpy and went straight to bed. Trevor came home hours later, when I had nearly dozed off to sleep, so my foul mood was easily explained away. He knew I was always angry when he woke me up. And I almost felt bad because of the way he held me. 
It was going to be hard getting back to normal once Caleb left.

Wednesday I went to Caleb as soon as I got up. We went to eat and actually saw the movie I had told Trevor we saw. Then we went back and fucked again. I thought again at how hard it would be to go back to normal. Especially the way Caleb could hold me up against the wall and fuck me so hard the neighboring room knocked on the wall right next to my ear. We laughed so hard we slid to the floor and just continued. 
On Thursday, I took Caleb along to get the reception area ready. It was a big project and a couple other guys came along to hang the drapes. Once I was content with how they looked, I set up one of the tables and demonstrated how they should be set, and the guys took off running. I watch Caleb as he worked, wondering if I stared at him like a lover, or like a sister. Then I stopped staring at him. I wondered if he felt the same, looked at me as a sister or a lover.
Trevor showed up unannounced. I was surprised but not unhappy. He came over to me and grabbed me, giving me a kiss. I wanted to look at Caleb to see the look on his face but when I did glance his way, he seemed to have not noticed.
And why did that bug me?
I went home that night, not to Caleb. Why did it bug me that it didn't bother him when Trevor kissed me?
“Want to celebrate?”
Trevor's voice brought my head up. I was sitting in my office, scribbling something on a piece of paper. I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash.
“How come?” I asked, my mind too occupied.
“Cuz were getting married tomorrow!” He said with a laugh.
“Yeah, but isn't that what the honeymoon is for?”
“Eh, we can have a drink.”
Or five.
I was so drunk I couldn't walk right. I stumbled into our bedroom and fell onto the bed. My head was spinning so violently I thought I might throw up.
But at least I stopped thinking of Caleb.

My head pounded slightly as I sipped some water.
“Don't, you'll fade your lipstick,” Sally complained, waving her hands.
“I have a headache,” I complained back. My best friend, my maid of honor. Best hangover cure ever.
She tightened the laces on my corset, making me groan.
“Not too tight, the dress'll slide off,” I moaned.
“I know, I know.”
I felt her tugging the laces in a bow, tucking the ends in. Then, she gathered the material of the dress together and I stepped into it. It was a beautiful ballgown, but it would be hard to sit. Sally zipped and laced up the dress, then helped me put on my veil and off I went.
Down the isle, reciting vows, the kiss. Then a chorus of cheers for the newly wed.
Off to the reception. I sat at a table with the wedding party and sipped champagne. Then the bride and groom's first dance, cutting the cake, a little food. All the while I searched the crowd but for whatever reason, I couldn't find Caleb. I was goaded into another dance with Timmy, Sally's youngest brother.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and a voice say, “Can I cut in.”
It was Caleb. I nodded and Timmy danced away. I looked anywhere but at Caleb's face. I couldn't. I wouldn't see the disconnect that scared me so.
“You look incredible.”
I blushed at the comment. “Thank you.”
An awkward silence fell between us and my heart sank. This was the reality I had to face. My brother wasn't always going to be here. It was just a fling, nothing more.
“You should go to the bathroom.”
I blushed, realizing he had leaned in close. I wondered what the line was between sibling and lover. What was socially acceptable. Not because of the implications his words held, but because I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to turn back to the way things were. All because of the line I crossed.
The song ended and I went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and touched up my make-up. 
Then I heard a knock.
Well, I thought, they would have to wait, now wouldn't they? It was a single bathroom and there was another down the hall with stalls.
But the knock sounded again.
I went to the door and opened it, fully prepared to be angry at whoever it was.
But it was Caleb.
And his smile was wicked.
He pushed his way in and closed the door behind him, locking it.
“I thought I'd be the first to fuck you in your wedding dress,” he said, grabbing me and covering my mouth with his. I wasn't sure what was more surprising, the kiss or his words, but I had no time to think as he pushed me against the bathroom counter.
“Now, you'll have to be quiet, so,” he lifted my giant skirt and reached for my panties. He tugged them down only to encounter my garter belts. He unclasped them and tore my panties away.
“What are you--?” I couldn't get anything else out because he shoved my panties—my panties!--into my mouth. Before I could spit them out or push away, he was between my legs, holding my arms down with his own. It seemed he had already unzipped his pants, but I wasn't sure when. He held my wrists with only one hand and pushed his pants down his hips and there, in all its glory, was his cock, bobbing and ready to penetrate me.
Goddamn, this was erotic. He shoved inside of me with quick determination and I whimpered.
“Shhh, we don't want anybody finding out, do we?” he shushed me.
I bit down on my panties and let him take me with such savage grace that it blew my mind. Then the orgasm hit and I shattered on the church's bathroom counter. Dammit, my brother was the most twisted person I knew.
Once he filled me with his cum, he let my arms go and I grabbed toilet paper to clean up. He left and I locked the door again behind him. I was still shaking as I put my panties back on. I fixed my make-up again and wondered if he still had lipstick on his mouth from kissing me. If he did, oh well. No one would know it was from me. I hooked my garter belts back to my stockings and straightened my skirt, then left the bathroom, my head in the clouds.

It was sad, but I felt it at least ended on a good note. My brother had to catch an early flight and our flight for our honeymoon wasn't until the afternoon. I drove Caleb to the airport as well as Trevor and Billy. Billy would be driving our car back home so it didn't stay at the airport. We dropped Caleb off and then went out for lunch.
I would definitely miss Caleb but at least I had the experience. And if it wasn't the best week I'd had, I didn't know what was.