Hi guys, this story was inspired after watching episode 4 of the new season of Orange is the New Black. It's designed to be a one-off but if you'd like me to continue, please do message me and I'll see where I can take the story. Similarly, if you have any feedback on my writing style, please let me know so I know what people like.
I hope you enjoy!
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Patience has never been my mum's strong point. Today is no exception. As we wait in our living room, I can hear her muttering under her breath about how we're going to be late.
Dad and I, on the other hand, know that there's no way that that's going to happen.
Today, my mum's younger sister, Jane, is getting married and in typical Mum fashion, we're ready to leave way before the ceremony is due to begin. We would be gone by now if it wasn't for the call from my brother, Evan, letting us know that his car is low on fuel and that he needs a lift.
Dad stands at the window, gazing out onto the street. He's since given up attempting to calm my mum down. As Mum paces in front of me, her dress rubs along my foot. This quickly begins to grate on my nerves and, to stop myself from making the situation worse, I stand up and join Dad at the window.
"Don't worry, he'll be here soon and then we can finally leave," Dad says.
"Yeah, I know," I respond.
I know Dad thinks that I'm only eager for Evan to finally arrive so that we can go, and quit giving Mum an excuse to keep giving out, but secretly I'm just really excited to see Evan. Growing up, I always idolised my brother. Being nine years older than me, we were too far apart to be in the same age group, and so he was never the 'annoying, older sibling' that my other friends had. As a kid, Evan used to always play with me and, as I grew older, he became a confidant and somebody who never spoke down to me like other adults would. It was only natural, so, that I ended up developing feelings for him.
Things changed between us a few months ago. I was staying over at Evan's apartment one night when I was awoken to the sounds of Evan crying out from his bedroom. Evan had joined the army after he finished school and had been deployed to the Middle East for a number of tours, but ever since he came home permanently, he's never been the same. Counseling has helped him a lot but he still has nightmares. When I ran into his room, I climbed into bed with him and held him as he thrashed. After a while, he calmed down and curled up against me, his head resting on my shoulder. As he was falling back asleep, he muttered how he loved me and that he was glad I was there. I spent much of the next hour watching him sleep, hoping that he wouldn't be plagued by the nightmares any more that night. Satisfied that he was alright, I lay down next to him and tried to sleep. I was so excited that I was in bed with him and that we were both in just our underwear. Unable to resist the urge, I leant over and, once satisfied that he was truly asleep, I lightly brushed my lips against his.
Since that night, any time we're together or his name is mentioned, I feel this deep, animalistic lust for him and a wetness between my legs. Soon enough, I see his car appear around the corner.
"Alright people, go, go, go!" Mum exclaims when she sees the car.
I step out into the front garden just as Evan gets out of his car. Immediately, I feel the familiar dampness grow when I see him. His outfit, consisting of a fitted navy suit, crisp white shirt, grey tie with white dots, and brown shoes, is a welcome change from his usual shorts and t-shirt and totally make him even more sexy, if you could believe it.
Like me, Evan inherited my mum's dark brown hair and brown eyes. However, he has my dad's long, chiseled jaw and his height. Standing at six foot three, with his closely cut hair, he looks like the perfect soldier. He also has a confidence that I lack. When I was younger I remember him always having lots of different girls over when my parents weren't home. Now, though, I know that when they would go into his room, they were having sex and not just having fun without me. I, on the other hand, have always been quite introverted and haven't gone much farther than just kissing boys, and I don't even have much experience with that.
We all hop into Dad's car and we pull away from the house, Evan apologising for holding us up. We drive for two hours in silence, Mum still not happy about the delay. I'm delighted because I can frequently glance over at Evan, and not risk starting a conversation. The odds of me being able to hold one are very low anyways because my mouth salivates whenever I look at him.
The wedding ceremony itself is beautiful. Aunt Jane looks gorgeous in her dress and tears flow when the vows are read. Evan offers me his handkerchief from his jacket pocket and leaves his hand resting on top of mine, running his thumb over my knuckles. Not that I mind at all. After the ceremony, we all go to a fancy hotel for the reception. We stand in for many family pictures, Evan always choosing to pose with his arm around my waist. Evan is never this touchy feely with me and I have a difficult time keeping myself from blushing.
When we are finished taking pictures, many family members approach us and make small talk. Mostly it's just Mum talking with them while we stand by. The only times I enter the conversation are when I'm asked about how I'm feeling about starting college in a few weeks. I excuse myself shortly after so I can splash some water on my face to cool it down, my face still feeling hot. I enter the bathroom and, after cooling down, I re-apply my make-up. As I turn to leave, the door opens and Evan walks in.
"You do know this is the female bathroom, yeah?" I joke, "Or is there something you've never told me?"
"Yeah, I know. But if I went into the men's bathroom, you wouldn't be there," he responds, stepping towards me.
"What do you mean?"
In the blink of an eye, Evan is standing directly in front of me, the smell of alcohol hitting me with each breath he takes. My own breathing becomes more shallow as my heart begins to race. He reaches up and pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face. And then he's kissing me. I freeze, my body not sure how to react. The only things I register are how soft his lips are against mine, how his stubble rubs against the edges of my lips, and how much I don't want him to stop kissing me. I start kissing him back and soon his tongue pushes past my lips and into my mouth. Our tongues explore the other's mouth as our hands roam all over the other's body.
Evan breaks the kiss and I see a hungry, lustful look in his eyes. With that, he grabs my hand and pulls me into one of the stalls. Once he locks the door, we resume our make out session.
"I want you so bad, Sarah," he growls against my mouth.
"Stop, we can't! Someone could come in at any second!" I reply, breaking the kiss, "And Mum is going to kill us if we're both missing for much longer!"
My words fall on deaf ears though, as I feel the skirt of my dress lift and Evan's hand find its way to my panties. Pushing them to the side, his fingers lightly touch my wet, swollen lips.
