I drove down for my younger brother, Jeff's, wedding a few months ago. I'd met his fiancée, Cristina, when they were still dating and both decided to visit me a year prior in Asia where I'd been living. Cristina was a petite Hispanic girl with a great smile, tight ass, and perky breasts. In my imagination, she was shaved down below or at least very well-kept. Seeing them walk together ahead of me on occasion during their visit, I'd also taken the liberty of imagining them both naked with her tight body bobbing up and down on his cock as she moaned into the air.
He was my brother, true, well...half-brother from our dad's second marriage. but we'd grown up separated for most of our lives, were 9 years apart in age, and our recent friendship that started a few years back when he contacted me on Facebook felt just like that—friends who shared similar tastes in our girls, bad jokes, and perhaps a few other hobbies here and there.
I was sincerely happy for the both of them and congratulated Jeff on his good luck at winning her over and keeping her attention the last 2 or 3 years they'd been dating.
But back to the wedding...
I made the 2-day road trip down the coast for the ceremony and they both insisted I stay with them at their place while I was there.
When I showed up at their place, they both greeted me with open arms. Cristina was wearing sweatpants and a white tank top that accented her tiny figure. When she leaned in for her hug, I picked her up in a big bear hug and spun her around, pretty much how we did it on our side of the family. Damn, she was lighter than I'd imagined! She couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds soaking wet!
Once the greetings and hugs were over, we went inside. They showed me to my room and let me get comfortable. After being on the road for so long, I was dying to wash up and take it slow the rest of the evening, but we ended up cracking some beers and sat and talked a bit first.
About 30 minutes later, we were getting hungry so they suggested I hit the shower while they cooked up a quick dinner. Once in the bathroom, I began to undress when I noticed they'd forgotten to put out a towel. After poking around a bit and not finding one, I opened the door a crack and called out for assistance, hiding my naked body behind the door. Cristina answered from the kitchen with a "go ahead and hop in and I'll bring one in for you in a couple of few." Satisfied, I closed the door but now that I was in front of the mirror, and having noticed my unshaven appearance, I broke out my razor and filled the sink with warm water. My mind quickly moved on to other thoughts and, within a few minutes, the door swung open and there stood Cristina, extending a towel in my direction. She saw me naked but, before turning away, I caught her giving me a once-over with her eyes.
My hands covered in shaving foam, I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that," I said, attempting to cover my junk. She thought a second and replied with a smirk, "That's okay, I mean, we're gonna be family now, right?" Then she closed the door behind her and left me to finish up.
The hot shower felt amazing and I remember standing there awhile letting the jets of water overtake me. While soaping up, my mind wandered to the encounter a few minutes prior with Cristina looking at my cock. I imagined her sneaking back in and disrobing, slowly peeling back the shower curtain while quietly asking if she could join me. "Ugh, stop it!" I tried to reason with myself. "That's your brother's soon-to-be wife!" In the end, I decided I wasn't going to rub one out in their shower until I climaxed, but I did continue playing with myself a bit while thinking about what she must look like naked.
Once the shower ended, I changed and headed to the dining room for dinner. They'd made some awesome Spanish omelettes with an amazing-tasting IPA to wash it all down with. A short while later after we'd finished, we washed the dishes and headed back to the living room. My brother broke out his vape cartridge filled with CBD oil. We lounged about in their comfy sofas and Cristina put a movie on in the background while we passed the vape pen around and the weed started to take effect.
At some point in the conversation, Cristina asked about my wife who was still living overseas. I mentioned that we were still waiting for her green card paperwork to be processed. We'd been married over 10 years living together in Asia, but I'd been forced to move back to the US ahead of her to start work at the job transfer I'd accepted while she remained behind waiting for the US government to get their head out of their asses. It had already been a year since I'd moved and we were growing frustrated at the continued separation.
"You must be really lonely!" Cristina said with an endearing tone.
"Yeah, it really sucks," I responded.
"When was the last time you guys, you know, did it?" she asked, smartly.
I laughed. "You mean, have sex?"
"Yeah," she answered.
"Well, not since last year," I said, wondering where this was headed.
"Really?!" she asked, surprised. "How do you keep yourself, um, you know, satisfied down there," she continued, with a giggle in her voice.
My brother laughed nervously. "Why are suddenly so interested in my brother's sex life all of a sudden?"
She revealed to him that she'd walked in on me while I was in the bathroom a bit earlier and told him what she saw which made her think to ask the question.
"Do you just touch yourself every night, or maybe you have a girlfriend on the side?" she pressed, with a curious smirk on her face.
I laughed. "No, no girlfriend, really, but um, yeah, I guess I'm pretty good at keeping myself happy. Plus, you know, I mean, I have pictures of my wife that I look at to keep me, uh, how shall I say?...motivated."
Cristina and my brother laughed. The weed had now fully claimed us all.
"So, are you gonna masturbate in bed tonight?" Cristina asked, teasingly. "Cuz you know, we just, uh, washed the sheets."
