Hurricane 2
This continues directly from part 1. It doesn't stand alone.
Sometimes you get to like your characters and want to continue their existence. Example here for these three. Likewise, in my *Ten-Year High School Reunion* story, I liked the four participants, so continued them.
No sexual participants under the age of 18 and a fictional account. Only the rabbit died.
We had a wedding to plan for Brandy.
After our parents found out about June and my relationship and the interaction with Brandy, we settled into a
modus vivendi
. June and I didn't flaunt our "marriage", and they didn't go ballistic when they saw us doing things that siblings shouldn't be doing (mild thing). We just concentrated on Brandy's impending nuptials.
One major change was that Brandy no longer joined us in our bedroom. Of course, it would have been exceedingly difficult with our parents staying in the house. She also felt uneasy that it might be unfaithful to her fiancé.
She was engaged to Peter Crawford. Peter was a fellow ranger at Everglades. He met Brandy when she visited the headquarters, and they somehow connected. Peter was relatively new, having only been here a year after coming from Ellis Island NP in New York. He was a quiet guy who had a lot of self-confidence. He was about two years younger than my 30 years, about the same age as June.
Both June and I found him to be personable, but there was just something "off" about his past. We felt that we didn't get a complete picture of his time from completing college till his move here. He took frequent weekends off and used up his vacation as quickly as it was available. It came close to our being puzzled that he would go off for a weekend without Brandy. It wasn't enough to raise a red flag or talk it over with Brandy.
Brandy seemed to be in love with him, and it
actually
was the first time she had ever been in love. It was very different from June and me. We had obviously known and lived together our whole lives, so we didn't have any surprises - other than telling each other that we loved. She had only known Peter for about nine months before he proposed.
I didn't know how much sexual activity they engaged in, but Brandy still remained a virgin. She said she was, and we had implicit trust in her. Her lack of going "all the way" didn't appear to bother Peter. Maybe he didn't have a very strong sex drive? That might be a problem post honeymoon, as we knew Brandy was randy.
Peter had an apartment in Homestead. We, meaning the three of us, our parents and Peter, had many discussions about their living arrangements after they got married. Options included them living in our house (Brandy was one third owner), them getting a larger apartment or condo, building another house or making an addition to our current abode. We hadn't settled on a long-term solution, but the favored short-term option was for them to get a condo. If a hurricane came, they would move in with June and me.
Mom and Dad weren't saying much about how they would help the new couple. I think they weren't completely sold on Peter. They wanted assurances from Brandy that we three would continue our closeness. That was a bit awkward because they didn't know the extent of our closeness - not that we could tell them. Brandy assured them that she would always be close to her siblings. She had told Peter that family meant a lot to her and that he'd have to accept that. He simply said, "No problem."
That response brought some uneasiness for June and me. You'd think that a newlywed would be very concerned with anything that might threaten forming close bonds with his new spouse. At the very least, question the depths of that closeness.
June and I behaved as siblings as long as Mom and Dad were there. Fortunately, they needed to make a quick two-day trip for some lawyering shit. As you might guess, we were all over each other as soon as they left, and we got home from our respective jobs. It felt like we'd been away forever. I got home first and as soon as she walked in the door, my arms went around her - grabbing her wonderful little ass. She took her time breaking away before dragging me into my (our) bedroom. I ruined her shirt by tearing it, ripping all the buttons off. She didn't complain, just retaliated by yanking me on top of her as she fell onto the bed.
She didn't have a bra on, only some kind of halter top that kept her kept her tits from jiggling around. That didn't last very long, either. She got busy trying to get her pants off, but I was interfering with her efforts because my hand was down them, rubbing her pussy. "Stop! Let me get my pants off."
I relented enough so she could slide her pants off. She had a little more trouble with her panties, as they were soaked and clinging to her. She managed, despite me sticking my face into her crotch and licking them. Then, after that appetizer, I could get to the source. It took only a couple of licks before she came. "YES. OH, FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. God, what you do to me!"
I continued licking, through another couple of climaxes, before I had to get in her. Didn't take more than a New York minute to shed my clothes and fall back on top of her. Her hand guided me home. I came almost immediately after bottoming out, but my cock didn't lose any of its rigidity. I just kept stroking into her wetness. She came again and constricted her legs around me, boa-style. Her thin legs were surprisingly strong. That was enough to finish me. Shocked I finished so quickly the second time.
June and I talked about Peter's casual acceptance of our closeness, among other things, after that vigorous love-making session. "June, don't you think it's a little unusual for Peter to be so uninterested in Brandy's relations with us?"
"Yeah, it does seem strange. If you said you'd want to maintain closeness with a cousin or uncle, I'd have looked into it just to be sure it wouldn't interfere with our marriage. He doesn't know the extent of our relationship, but you'd think he'd want to ensure there wasn't any emotional baggage involved. Something like our level of control."
"One more piece in a puzzle."
"Maybe we're too involved in Brandy's quest for happiness? Can't make an objective analysis because we have too much invested in her? I'd like to think we're being objective and not reading too much into Peter. Definitely don't want her hurt."
"No, I don't think we're going off the deep end...Can you look into his background more?"
"Not really. If we want to find anything, we'd probably need a detective."
"Won't work. If she found out we were investigating him, she'd never talk to us again."
We didn't pursue it.
The parents returned three days before the wedding. As did our grandparents (two sets) and one set of great grandparents. We appeared to be set to go. Brandy wanted a Clerk of the Court to marry them. We hired one and discussed what Brandy wanted in the ceremony. She wanted it to be complete, with the same vows that June and I used, our father giving her away, bouquet and garter tosses, and asking for objections. The clerk readily agreed with everything except the tosses.
The last couple of days took forever to pass. Finally, on a beautiful Saturday morning, an even more beautiful Brandy walked down the aisle of the rented hall, on Dad's arm. Even this big, bad ranger had a tear in his eye.
They exchanged vows then the clerk said, "If anyone has any objection, speak now or forever hold your peace."
The bomb exploded!
A woman walked in, looking about seven-months pregnant, and started moving to the front. "Yes, I have an objection. My name is Constance Crawford and Peter Crawford is my husband according to the laws of the state of New York."
