Allison was so tired of how everything seemed to go her sister Hannah's way. Hannah got a scholarship to college. Hannah got the career of her dreams writing for a magazine. Hannah even got herself a handsome fiancΓ©e. Tom seemed like a fantasy brought to life. He had rich, obsidian hair and perfectly tanned skin. Allison remembers visiting Hannah's house and seeing Tom brushing the pool wearing only his swim trunks. Watching the muscles on his arms bulge as he thrusted the brush back and forth. The sunlight shimmering off of the water on his abs of stone. The hair that spread over his masculine chest gave him such a raw animal magnetism. Allison would love nothing more than to explore that sexy body, not just for the pleasure, but to get one over on her perfect sister.
Allison knew it wasn't impossible. She had noticed admiring glances from Tom, and she knew how to work her body to get his attention. She knew how to roll her hips when she walked in front of him, drawing his eyes to her tight ass. She knew how to arch her back just right to emphasize her breasts to him. Now, it was just a matter of getting him to herself.
She was attending the wedding rehearsal dinner, when she noticed Hannah and Tom getting annoyed with each other. Hannah began to nag Tom about his tie, claiming it looked all wrong with his suit.
Tom rolled his eyes and stormed off. An awkwardness spread over the room as people attempted to make small talk and pretend the fight didn't just happen.
Allison smirked to herself and snuck away from the crowded room to try and find Tom. She managed to see him in his room. His shirt under the suit was unbuttoned and showing off his chiseled physique.
"Hey," Allison said as she sauntered in, "How are you doing?"
"I'm just so sick of being frustrated with all this wedding nonsense," he said. He tossed his tie aside.