My father was finally getting married again. Being 21 I was away at college while he dated the woman who would become my step mother. Truth be told I didn't really get to know her all that well. My soon to be step sister, Cindy, was only 18. I was kind of looking forward to getting to know her. I liked the thought of being someone's older brother.
Our relationship really only started the night of our parent's wedding. They'd flown out that evening to start their honeymoon. It had been a really long day and I was still in a (rented) formal suit, albeit everything had been loosened, sitting on our parent's couch with an open beer. I was exhausted from the all day niceties with family, both for the wedding and the reception. I was glad for a little quiet.
And then in walked Cindy.
"Hey" she said as she landed heavily on the couch next to me. "Can I have some?" She was still wearing her bridesmaid dress. A full length light purple dress.
"Sure" I said as I passed over my bottle. "Hell. Have it. I'll go grab another."
I took a second to gaze at her on my way back to the couch. Her mom's choice in bridesmaid dresses was a good one. It was a full length slinky number that clung around her curves. I'd had a bit of a perve at one of the other bridesmaids. A cousin of Cindy's - Emma. That dress and her curves had been an incredible combination.
"So what happened to Frank? He seemed to disappear halfway through the reception", I asked Cindy once I'd plonked myself back down. Frank was Cindy's date.
"Oh he left with Emma", she replied.
I wasn't sure how to take that. She didn't seem to be upset about it. Maybe I was projecting. Emma seemed to be ALL sex. She leaned her head on my shoulder while taking a swig from her bottle.
"I saw them leaving together so I followed them. He went down on her on her out behind the kitchen. Half the catering staff heard them"
"Oh. I'm sorry."
She grabbed my hand put it behind her and rested my hand on her arse. It felt like she had been aiming for the hip...