My Bride and My Brother

My fiancé wanted my brother to be my best man. At the age of twenty-five and after nine years together, Winnie and I were finally getting married. While we were planning out our wedding party, she asked me to include my brother Danny. I told her I could make him a groomsman, but she insisted that he'd be the best man. To make her happy, I did as she asked.

Even though I should have questioned it, I already knew why she wanted him as the best man. Three years previously, we lived with Danny at my parents' house. During that time, my brother and Winnie became very close. She would take care of him like she took care of me, bringing food up to his room and doing his laundry.

I eventually got promoted at work, but it meant I had to work the graveyard shift. So, I was gone at night and too tired to do anything during the day. Danny and Winnie started hanging out together, watching TV, going shopping, and she even hung out with his friends.

One day, I came home and found her in his room. They were on the bed together looking at something on his computer. It was harmless so I didn't say anything. A few weeks later, I came home from work to see them on the sofa, sharing a blanket while watching TV. Even though I was in their presence, they continued like I wasn't even there. After some other similar incidents, I finally asked her if there was something going on between her and Danny.

She denied any wrong doings and told me, "He's like my brother."

I guess I was still worried because soon after, I announced to my family that we wanted to get married. Even though Winnie and I had talked about it, she didn't look happy during my announcement, and I could see her glancing at Danny.

I didn't understand it at the time, but I was scared of losing her. By getting married, I thought it could save our relationship.

Even after our engagement, I continued feeling nervous, but then Danny brought home a girl. I remembered Winnie being sad, but she wouldn't say why. My brother ended up getting that girl pregnant and he moved out with her shortly after. Her family made them get married but the marriage only lasted three years until she left him with their baby.

The day it happened, Winnie called me while I was at work. She said she was headed over to Danny's place to check on him. I knew how devastated he was, so I didn't stop her. She didn't come home until late that night and told me they talked the entire time as he needed consoling.

It was later that year when Winnie and I finally had our wedding. Danny wasn't your typical best man. Being irresponsible, he was never available to help and only concerned himself with having a good time. He was supposed to set me up with a bachelor party, but he was too busy with his own friends. Instead of helping at the wedding, he spent his time fooling around with the bridesmaids. The reception was located a block away from our hotel so he and his friends reserved the room next to ours, so they could drink and party afterwards.

The day of the wedding was a success and by the end of the night, we were all drunk and tired, especially Winnie who didn't sleep the night before. I walked her back to the hotel room with our wedding party joining us. Once she got there, she started taking off her wedding dress, too exhausted to care who was there. The guys respectfully stepped away, moving into the adjoining room next door.

While her maid of honor helped her with the rest of her clothes, Danny came walking in from the other room. I looked back to see Winnie wearing only her bridal bustier and garter belt. She was so exposed, and he just stood there staring at her.

When Winnie saw him, she got very excited. She staggered to him lunging forward and held Danny around his neck while half-naked.

Slurring her words, she said something like, "Where were you? You didn't spend any time with me!"

It was an odd thing to say to my brother, but she was also talking a lot of nonsense and stumbling all over. It felt so awkward that the maid of honor left to join the bridesmaids in the other room, so we were left all alone with him.

Danny held Winnie tightly with his arms around her waist. She was so wasted that he had to hold her up while helping her to the bed. She fell onto it dragging him down with her.

It was at that moment when I received a call from my dad. He told me I had to come back to the reception to pay the bill.

I told my brother, "I have to go settle the bill. Can you stay and make sure she's okay?"

He said, "Yeah sure."

Before I left, I closed the door to the adjoining room and locked it. I walked to the front door and before leaving, I turned my head to look at them. My brother was sitting on the bed next to my bride.

I ended up being gone for nearly an hour with guests still at the reception saying goodbye. I made it back to the room and before going in, the room next door opened with some of our bridesmaids walking out.

Teasing me, they said, "You two need to keep it down in there!" while laughing and walking away.

They didn't know I'd been gone the entire time, but I also didn't understand what it meant.

I finally went inside and found the room dimly lit. Danny was no longer there, and Winnie was passed out on the bed.

I looked at my bride laying there. She looked so sexy with her long legs exposed in garter belts and her breasts bulging up from her bustier with a hint of her areola showing. I couldn't believe my brother was here to see her in that state of dress. Exhausted, I took off my clothes and got in bed with her. As soon as she felt me, she put her arms around my neck and pulled me on top of her.

I was so happy to finally have her as my wife until she whispered in my ear, "Fuck me Danny."