While I counted myself titillated for the entirety of the wedding ceremony, the night passed pretty uneventfully. It was a lovely ceremony, with a preacher who told us a lovely modern-day allegory about never hitting your wife. What an appropriate way to start off a marriage. I really and truly thought the entire night was a wash, if I'm honest. I had no intention of making things any more intense for me right now than they already were, but Erin and Becca were in the same room together for nearly the whole evening, and I desperately wanted to keep the two of them as far apart as possible.
I don't think my head was on straight for most of that night. I had gotten pretty rattled in the beginning of the proceedings when Erin finally got to introduce me to lil' Sis. Becca was clearly showing herself to only barely be in control, but I couldn't figure out what the motivation was; was she scared that she would let something spill to her sister? Or would she risk losing a hookup she thought was pretty remarkable?
Becca had run into us at the breakfast table upstairs after the sun came up. We were all pretty stressed with the day that was about to unfold, never minding the idea that at least two of us were well aware of some pretty dodgy business in the recent historical record. I had become concerned as I tried to fall asleep that Becca would consider our experience last night to be something less than mutual. If she felt that way, I didn't know how I was going to be able to face anyone in this family. I likely would've left it there if things played out another way.
As it was, Becca woke up a little later than everyone else and was clearly worse for wear. When she did manage to find her way to the table for some much-needed nourishment, she was clearly not in a state of mind that lent itself to a standoff first thing in the morning. She sat down right next to me with her hair all in a tangle at the back of her head. She had lipstick smeared on the left side of her mouth. I had been wise enough to double-check for any such things in the light of the day. No telling what you might miss if you check before the sun comes up. At first I thought she looked like a party clown with her makeup all over her face, but then she put a napkin to her cheeks and when she took it away I saw her skin in the light of day too, and it was perfect.
Erin was really touchy about her skin. If she was having a drier than normal day, she would complain about how her elbows got really pale. Or when she would shave, she would get some nasty razor burn and she hated it when she had to show off her razor-burned legs even to me. It was clear to me that Becca did not suffer from the same genetic curse. Becca had the most gorgeous pale peach complexion I had ever seen. It was clear that she was somewhat given to blushing, but the hue in her cheeks stood in stark contrast to her radiant green eyes. Topping off this wonderful visage was sun-baked platinum blonde hair that was straight as an arrow. It cascaded down to the back of her neck and just dusted the tops of her shoulders. They were an athlete's shoulders too, they were lean and fairly taut, she clearly took care of herself when it came to her physical fitness. She was a bit top-heavy, as she pouty breasts that stood straight out from her chest. When she first sat and our eyes met, she had a look of surprise on her face. The surprise turned to delight almost immediately and I could see her face brighten and her smile revealed two rows of perfect, pearly teeth.
I honestly hope you know of an example of the kind of beauty I'm describing here. I genuinely believe that if everyone had the kind of special attraction I felt in that moment with Becca, the world would be a kinder place. So if you don't have a "Becca," I hope you can find some pale substitute, but my heart goes out to you.
Breathing a little more easily, I started to ask Erin what the plan was for that morning when Becca seized the opportunity to get better acquainted with their guest.
"So is this the boyfriend I've heard nothing about?"
Becca seemed to already be pushing her luck with this level of familiarity, but I was ready and willing to follow her lead a bit. It was clear that we were now co-conspirators.
"Yes, this is him. Bastian, this is my sister Becca; Becca this is Bastian."
Already Erin sounded a little like she was obliging some trifling need to be on the good side of her younger sister. It was easy to see that it was not her first time on this particular merry-go-round. Erin could barely contain her aloof disgust for long enough to convince anyone that she wasn't perturbed by her sister. In response, Becca eye-fucked me from across the table and straightaway I was feeling the heat.
Thankfully, Erin was clearly into letting cooler heads prevail. When she was finished with her breakfast, she got up quickly and nearly silently. She placed her dishes in the dishwasher and apologized to me for not having made sure that I got to bed okay. As she said this, her Dad walked into the room and cleared his throat loudly. He seemed to be insinuating that that would not be allowed under his roof. If he knew how the previous evening played out, I hardly think he'd be wasting his time with making sure I got to bed on time.
Becca took this opportunity to play a little game at my expense. As she stood up to clear her place at the table, she dropped her fork on the floor just to the left of her seat. Incidentally, I happened to be seated on the left side of her seat as well, and as she stooped to get the fork her face was inches away from my lap. And, man that I am, I got instantly hard when her face passed closely by and her hot breath radiated briefly in my lap.
This would not do at all. She was playing with fire, and that fire happened to be spreading rapidly as near as I could tell. I tried to excuse myself by heading into the kitchen with Erin, but Becca stopped me short.
"So, it's nice to meet you, I'm Becca. Have we met somewhere before?"
Becca squinted hard to really sell (over-sell!) the irony, but I wasn't getting lured any further into this mess between the two sisters. Thankfully, the doorbell rang just a beat before it would've been awkward for me to wait any longer to answer. I called out that there was someone at the door and Becca most definitely looked as frustrated as if this were a case of coitus interruptus.
Descending the front stairs as faux-calmly as could be hoped for, I stopped for a moment, grabbed the door handle, and checked outside to see who it could be. Unfortunately, I was out of my element a bit and I only realized it too late. I opened the door and a cool breeze blew in, behind it another heavenly face I should have guessed was the middle sister's.
I should also have guessed, but to my great chagrin did not, that things would naturally start to occur having just been flirting so hard with one forbidden sister and then being bowled over by another. Her eyes darted to my waist and slightly lower when I realized a tick too slowly that I was tenting the basketball shorts I had worn to bed. I blushed, smiled, shook my head, chided myself under my breath, and tried hard not to meet middle sister's eyes. Those eyes however, revealed all the information I would need to know going forward: they were big as dinner plates and she stood there stammering before she simply hustled up the stairs and retreated to her old bedroom.
Jesus H. Tapdancing Fuck, this was going to be a very long sort of a day. I simply bowed my head ever so much more slightly than I did when I had woken up that morning carrying the attendant shame for my actions the night before. Looking and feeling like I was having an existential crisis, I stepped up one stair after another until I reached the top and saw both Erin and Becca together, nattering away conspiratorially in the kitchen. Feeling no particular desire to thrust myself in the middle of that conflict, I plopped myself down in the seat next to Erin's dad in the dining room. Moving close, he imparted some of his home-spun wisdom on me.
"When I was your age, I was nailing everything that moved. Even after I met the girl's mother I couldn't settle on any of the local talent. Why are you rushing into things?"
Why must it be that 'dad' here felt it necessary to try and put me off this early in the morning? Every time somebody else came into this house in the last day, I was having to pay the price for not being as nuts as this fucking family.
