"Good grief. What was Skye thinking when she chose the bridesmaid dresses?" Rick leaned over to his wife Marci with a bit of stress in his whisper.
"They're lovely. While I admit they are a bit too snug considering the color. Pale peach does not hide much does it?"
"It doesn't hide anything. Christ! Look at the guys around us. Every single one is gawking and stripping our daughters with their eyes. It's bad enough the dresses are tight without those long slits up both sides of their skirts. Any higher the girls underwear might be spotted."
Marci Turner smirks patting her Husband on the arm as he held her hand, "You might want to take a closer inspection Dear. I don't mean literally but I can't believe you haven't realized they're all going commando. With dresses like these the slightest thread even from a thong would ruin the look."
Rick stares at Marci with a creased brow, "WHAT?"
"Calm down Daddy in Law. The dress color might be tricky but at least its not see through."
"Not see through? Good God! Look at ..." He grits his teeth not wanting to admit he was looking at the asses of all four of his daughters. At least Skye's wedding dress had a helpful train to mask her shape. Not her sisters however. Even barely eighteen Chloe had a deep crevice that her skirt was dipping into. Olivia and Lacey the twins even deeper. They might as well have been nude. The cleavage of their dresses even more troublesome. A constant tug to keep the shoulder less burden up often went without. He had noted upon their passing by that with each step their breasts were turbulent. He had to ask.
"Are they at least wearing bras?"
"What part of Commando don't you understand?"
"I didn't think so. Forgive my saying this about our daughters Sweetheart but I think they're growing up waaaaay too fast."
"I know. This wedding will likely be a chain reaction. Only three more to marry off."
"Don't remind me. So much for any early retirement."
"Long gone Honey."
"Man I can't take all these eyes stripping our girls. I feel like jumping up and pointing at everyone. Eyes on the Bride."
Marci laughs at his protective nature. Throughout their lives he was the finest Father a Wife could ask for. He treated each of them with love and respect. They returned the favor. Even when they tested him. Even Marci knew he struggled raising four girls. Not just dealing with boys or lost virginity. He knew more what his girls were like than Marci did. How many times had he witnessed things a Father shouldn't? Hot young girls wearing nothing but towels. Or laying out sunbathing in the backyard topless. Their bikini bottoms barely covering anything. Hell, there were points in time where they even flirted or teased Rick himself. He generally blew it off and went about his daily routines. As long as they loved him that was all that mattered. They were always very affectionate toward him. Their hugs tight. Chests crushing against his. Their pecks on the cheek sometimes lingering. It was never easy. To say he never once fantasized about any one of his girls would be a bold faced lie. The memories were endless. Secrets kept from Marci easy enough. What made things even more difficult over the last two years Marci had given up on sex. Rick hated that part but didn't really fight her on it. It was pretty much only on Birthdays and their Anniversary.
"Did you see the way Brody's Groomsmen kept eying the girls cleavage? It amazes me they didn't trip on the runway."
"The girls are beautiful."
"Right! But, come on...I seriously think we need to keep an eye out later at the reception. We're three hours from home I don't want them out of our sight."
"Trust Darling. They are young adults after all."
"Chloe was seventeen just two weeks ago. I can't get past that fact."
"Relax. They're getting ready to light the unity candle."
All remained silent for the next few minutes as Rick remained on guard. Policing eyes all around them. The girls noticed it too. No matter how hard it was to hide each of them had nipple hard on. Very thick nipples at that. The silk dresses were unable to mask them. Strangely the girls seemed to look thankful for being noticed. Their expressions offering nibbled lips and flaring bright eyes. Rick forgot his quest the second he realized their reactions. Eyes met with all three of his youngest they flutter fingers at him. So much love. It took Marci to flutter her own fingers back at them to regain his composure. He just knew it was he they were waving at. Not their Mother.
Similar actions for the final ten minutes led to a Mister and Mrs. Brody Remington. Another twenty minutes to greet the guests before pictures. Once the married couple joined the photographer things got really interesting. Watching the group photo of groomsmen and bridesmaids Rick had to narrow his eyes as the boys stood behind his daughters. All of them had hands on the hips of the girls. The open sided skirts revealing lengthy legs for such short girls. The hands of the boys lingered a tad low just so fingertips could touch skin. The girls seemed to enjoy the attention. Until Rick pointed at the boys. His mental threat forcing their retreat. The girls each laughed at their Father. As the photographer switched things up to take a picture of Marci and Skye Rick found Chloe, Lacey, and Olivia racing to their Father's side giggling. He was smothered by their hugs and expectant teasing.
"Is Daddy jealous?" Olivia hugs his left arm while reaching up to pat his cheek.
Lacey on his other arm whispers up toward her Dad, "Did it bother you we were getting felt up?"
"Of course. You're my daughters. They should respect you more than that."
"I liked it." Chloe pouts hugging her Dad face to face her chest mashed against his sternum. He stared directly down her cleavage. In doing so Chloe grins sheepishly, "Who's the perv right now?"
"Sorry." Rick lifted his chin to roll his eyes toward the blue sky, "These dresses are just a little too revealing. Guys can't keep their eyes off of you."
"Neither can you Old Man." Olivia chuckles.
