Author's note: This is a continuation of a story I wrote about a young man forced to stay in his room while his sister's bachelorette party rages all around him. The initial idea was only about what it would be like to have having a 'keyhole' perspective on what was surely a debaucherous night, along with some sexy fun with the amped up women behind the main character's door.
Just like Ethan, I didn't really think through the consequences of his actions as he hooked up with these women, but I kind of like that he is royally fucked now. He now has to spend two full days in the presence of multiple women he has slept with --not slept with over the course of his life, but specifically in the course of one night-- without ruining his sister's wedding. He has also just had the best night of his life, which surely has his 22-year-old hormones raging.
This is my first literotica story, so thanks to everyone who made positive comments and encouraged me to continue.
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Finally, Ethan could sleep for a few hours without disturbance.
The fact that he lay in a wet spot made of his own cum and Kayla's fluids didn't wake him. The dreams replaying his hookups from the night before didn't wake him. Hell, the shining through his window and everyone talking upstairs didn't wake him.
The thing that finally roused him was a sudden realization about the events of the NEXT two days. Ethan had stuck his dick in four women the night before, which was admittedly pretty great, but also a looming shit-storm. His sister would be pissed. These were her best friends going back to grade school, which meant Ethan had known them his whole life. Because they were also seven to eight years older than him, it felt a bit like he had fucked members of his family. And he was going to be around all of these women a lot over the next two days because of the wedding.
What. The. Fuck. Had. He. Done?
He had to go to the rehearsal dinner with all of them, pose for group photos with them, and spend the entire wedding reception around these people. Holy shit, Anna and Kayla were going to have their husbands and children! He might have to shake the guys' hands, or talk to their children. Ethan would have to talk to Phil, Kayla's husband, knowing he had his dick in his wife's ass, and that Phil wasn't meeting Kayla's needs in bed.
And everyone would be drinking heavily all night.
What. The. Fuck. Had. He. Done?
He would just have to skip the whole thing. Should he say he was sick? Should he move to Mexico and disappear without a trace? As he thought about how to escape this hell, other images flashed through his mind as well. Anna holding him down as she rode him on the bed. Julie's incredible legs swinging over him to 69. Kayla's hands on his ass, pushing him to throat-fuck her harder as she was pinned against the wall. As great as those sounded, he couldn't take the chance. All it would take would be one stare that lasted too long, or one hand smacking his ass on the dance floor-- and all of the secrets would come out. And he would be dead.
Ethan did nearly die when a loud knock sounded on his door. He jumped up to check, and only realized he was naked once the door was open.
"Fuuuuuuck!" his sister screamed, as she pulled the door closed. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I came down here to tell you there's coffee and breakfast ready upstairs, and this is what I get?"
Ethan yelled back through the closed door, "Sorry, my suitcase is still in the car, so I didn't have any dry clothes to change into. And I slept so hard that I forgot I was naked when you knocked."
"Whatever, you little perv. And I was just about to thank you for keeping your promise and staying down here all night. Well, we're all up there."
As he heard her near the stairs, he had a sudden realization. "Wait! Could you grab my suitcase for me? I don't want to flash the whole house just to get some dry clothes." Elizabeth assented with a sigh, and he tossed his keys to her through the cracked door.
A moment later, there was a softer knock, followed by a more timid, "Ethan?"
It wasn't Elizabeth, and if it was one of the women from last night, his sister would catch them when she returned with his bag. At least his death would come quickly, rather than dragging out all weekend. But there was a reprieve, at least for now.
"Ethan, it's Julie. Elizabeth asked me to bring you your suitcase. She also said to be careful because you're a dirty perv who's running around naked in a house full of women."
Ethan opened the door, a blanket wrapped around him like a toga. "Thanks. I'm actually glad you're here. Are we good?"
"Oh, of course. If there was a perv running around the house last night, it was me. Well, me and the gaggle of women upstairs doing shots and licking whipped cream off of strippers. I had a good time, and if you're good, I'm good."
"I had a good time, too." Ethan mimed zipping his lips. "Is it safe to go upstairs? There aren't any strippers passed out on the couch, or anything, right?"
"No, just coffee and frozen waffles. Come on up when you're ready."
Well, there was no way out but through the living room, so he didn't have much of a choice. Ethan showered, dressed, and packed. He was about to head upstairs, then paused because he had almost left his phone charger, which would have been a disaster. Ethan tossed the room for anything else and soon held five pairs of panties, a pair of dick earrings, a pair of sex dice, and Mia's small vibrator.
A hard knock on the door snapped him from his reverie, and he stuffed his prizes into his bag.
"Hey dumbass!" It was his sister yelling through the door. "We're heading out. There's some food and coffee upstairs, but I want you out of here before we get back."
"No problem. Hey!"
"We need to go, what now?"
"I'm happy for you. Can't wait to see you in your wedding dress."
"Thanks, Ethan."
Their sibling bickering was a running joke, but Elizabeth had always taken care of him as his older sister. He knew then that he couldn't skip his sister's wedding; it was too important to her, and he loved her. He would just need to keep a low profile and hope for the best.
There were a few errands to do before the wedding, but Ethan didn't want to miss any incriminating evidence. Before he left, he dropped the sheets in the hamper and deposited the dick-shaped earrings into a quiet corner upstairs for his parents to find. It's true that he loved his sister, but he also couldn't resist the opportunity to mess with her.
After heading out, Ethan got his hair trimmed, picked up his suit, and texted Uncle Mike to apologize for not showing up the night before. Mike said it was no problem and sent him a six-digit code to the room he was using. Ethan found out that his uncle had converted his detached garage into a small apartment, which he mostly rented out on Airbnb, and this was where Ethan was supposed to have stayed the night before. A private space was exactly what Ethan needed at the moment, and it sounded much better than staying in the guest bedroom of Mike's little house.
The last stop was a venue walkthrough, which was happening early because they had another event that evening. The walkthrough was going to be Ethan's first gauntlet, because the whole wedding party would be there. His role in the wedding was pretty small, because he didn't know Elizabeth's fiancé, Miller, well enough to be a groomsman. His sister wanted Ethan involved, though, so he was walking the flower girl down the aisle.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
The flower girl was Kayla's four-year-old daughter. That would be awkward. Ethan thought about that for a moment, and a realization hit him. Being a father meant doing the dirtiest things to your wife on Friday night, then welcoming the kids when they jumped in bed Saturday morning. Like, looking your kid in the eye eight hours after having your cock in their mom's brown eye was a normal experience for married people. Well, he was not ready for that specific kind of cognitive dissonance at twenty-two. Still, that was after what the husband and wife did, not the wife and the guy she hooked up with at a bachelorette party. His sin was much worse.
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Ethan slipped in late on purpose, hoping to avoid any small talk. It was just his luck that the event coordinator was late, too, so everyone was milling around waiting for her. The first person he saw was Mia, laughing at an unheard joke that Kayla whispered into Mia's ear as they both followed him with their eyes.
Oh no.
Ethan decided to take a quiet moment in the bathroom, but he bumped into Lisa coming out as he went in. "Ethan, right?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.
Ethan tried to focus on her face, instead of her large breasts and wide hips, but it was nearly impossible with the image of her bare, upturned ass burned into his mind from the night before.
"Hi, Lisa. It's been a while. I'm glad you could come." Ethan's voice nearly broke at the unintentional double entendre.
"I wish I could have come earlier, but there are so many distractions lately. I'll see you out there!"
Ethan took a longer look at her body than he should have as she walked away. There was no way she had intentionally called him on his cum pun, right? His mind was playing tricks on him. After a few minutes of scrolling his phone, Ethan rejoined the group just as the coordinator was starting her instructions.
Luckily, helping Kayla's daughter, Jenny, was a big enough distraction that Ethan could avoid any further interactions with the rest of the wedding party. He helped her remember the music cue, showed her how to hold his arm with the flower basket in her hand so she could spread flower petals at the same time, and talked her through how to ensure she didn't run out of petals halfway up the aisle. They were the first to reach the front, and the plan was for them to sit in assigned seats during the actual ceremony. So Ethan sat with her as the groomsmen and bridesmaids practiced their timing, listening as Jenny told him about the pretty dress she was going to wear the next day. She was the cutest kid in the world.
No, she was the cutest kid in the world and he fucked her mom every way possible just hours before.
Kayla was walking down the aisle at the very moment he thought that, when Jenny shouted out, "Good job, Mommy!" Kayla smiled warmly at her daughter without the slightest hint of discomfort at the situation (or in her gait, which wouldn't have been strange after the fucking she had taken the previous night).
The mock ceremony ended, and everyone broke up into little groups. Julie approached him, wrapping her long arms around him in a hug. "I'm so glad you made it! We were worried when we saw you would be driving through that storm."
Anna popped out of nowhere to hug Ethan as well. "Ethan! I haven't had the chance to say hi yet. Isn't this whole thing fantastic?"
Julie had been playing dumb, but Ethan couldn't tell whether Anna was as well, or if she had been too drunk to remember. They exchanged pleasantries for a while before Ethan made his excuses, and they let him go.
Elizabeth grabbed Ethan for a moment to ask him to run another errand that afternoon. Kayla maneuvered herself into a position over Elizabeth's shoulder, one which only Ethan could see, and pulled down her dress to flash her tits at him. Elizabeth clocked his glance, and turned to see what had caught his attention, but not before Kayla had moved out of sight. This was getting out of hand. At this rate, Elizabeth was going to murder him on the night
before
her wedding.
Ethan did his best to avoid everyone else as he headed to his car, but he ran into Mia, who was leaning against it. "Quite a night for you, eh, tiger?" She whispered, "Have you ever seen three wet pussies in the same night before? Not counting porn or strip clubs."
