Jane was ready to pinch herself to make sure this was really happening. The past six months had been a blur of dizzy happiness. The kind of giddy, self absorbed, falling in love she had always dreamed of. Now she was getting married. Today. To the man of her dreams. Mrs. Raymond Bishop. It had a nice ring to it.
Grabbing her flowers she stood in front of the full-length mirror. The simple, knee length silk sheath fit her perfectly, and looked stunning with the choker of pearls Ray had given her last night. With the flowers from his mother’s garden tied in a simple bouquet she looked like a proper bride. The wedding was going to be small, with no parents between them they had chosen to keep it simple, but elegant. The twins would stand for them, and Ray’s friend Eric would be the best man. The minister that had married Ray’s parents was happy to perform the ceremony at the house. Their house.
After one last look she opened the door and let Debbie know she was ready.
“You look beautiful, Jane. I am so glad you are marrying my brother”
“Yeah, yeah, enough mush, let’s get this show on the road.” Donna cut in.
Both girls looked lovely in matching dresses but their personalities still shone through. While Debbie was happy for Jane and Ray, Donna simply wanted to get the wedding over so she could get moved into Jane’s apartment.
Debbie had presented Jane with a business proposal the previous month and Donna was happy to reap the benefit of her sister’s industry. Since Jane could work from home Debbie offered to keep the store open and expand it into other specialty services, such as packaging and shipping for local businesses, book keeping, and research for hard to find items. She had been keeping the accounts for Ray’s business and wanted to expand that while attending college. By sharing the store hours with her twin they could live in the apartment, make money of their own, and attend classes a few blocks away at the local university. Debbie had plans for a business degree; Donna planned to have as much fun as possible.
Jane heard the music start and hustled the girls into place. They wanted to be married in the garden, under the rose arbor, now in full bloom. Catching Ray’s eye as she entered behind the twins she could not believe how lucky she was.
Ray watched Jane walk toward him. She looked like a fantasy vision. The love and trust in her eyes made him want to care for her the rest of his life. He was so focused on his bride he failed to see the speculative look Donna gave Eric.
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
The minister waited patiently while Ray did a thorough job of following his instructions. Since there were only five members of the wedding party they had agreed on a champagne toast at the arbor before heading to the restaurant.
“Ray has been my best friend since second grade. It is an honor and a privilege to be the first to offer a toast to Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Bishop. May your days be filled with love and laughter.”
Eric drank to their health, along with the twins. The minister offered his blessing and sent them on their way. If ever there was a young man who deserved happiness it was Ray. Donna seized the moment and grabbed Eric’s hand.
“I’ll ride with Eric so he doesn’t get lost. Debbie can go with you.”
“I’ll drive myself, that way you can be alone and I can bring Donna home. Otherwise she will make Eric do it.”
“No, we’ll go together. Don’t worry about Eric, he can handle Miss Donna. In fact, she may regret latching on to him.”
Ray smiled at the thought of Donna in Eric’s no-nonsense care, and headed for the restaurant. He was looking forward to his honeymoon and a whole week off from worrying about his sisters. Eric had only recently moved back after a stint in the military. He had planned to take some time off before starting to teach at the local college and was going to be looking in on the twins while Ray and Jane were gone.
After a lovely meal made all the more enjoyable by Donna’s unusually good spirits, they prepared to leave. The airport shuttle was picking them up at Jane’s apartment, leaving Ray’s car there for the twin’s to move their things. Since it was only clothes and personal items they should be settled in that night. Jane had decided to leave the furniture for them; it would be easier for everyone.
As the shuttle pulled away Eric asked if they needed help with the move.
“No, thanks.” “Oh, could you?” They answered simultaneously.
Debbie had her things neatly packed and already in the trunk of Ray’s car, so she started on the changes needed in the store while Eric and Donna made the trip back to the house for her clothes.
“Just make yourself at home, Eric, I’ll be right back.”
Donna skipped up the stairs, plotting how to get Eric’s attention. He certainly had changed in the four years since she had seen him last. Donna smiled to herself; this was going to be a very interesting week. Choosing a halter top and her skimpiest short shorts she quickly changed and threw everything else into a laundry basket. There would be plenty of time to deal with stuff later. Right now she wanted to make sure that Eric could see that Ray’s little sister was all grown up. Slipping down the stairs she popped the champagne out of the fridge and went looking for trouble.
Eric almost laughed out loud when he saw Donna slinking toward him, half dressed and clutching a bottle. Ray was right, she didn’t waste any time.
“I thought we would finish this, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.”
“Just what was it that made you think I would sit here and let you drink?”
Shifting nervously Donna tried again. “I just wanted to thank you for helping.”
The innocent smile on top of the painted on shorts and skimpy halter were too much. Eric started laughing as he took the bottle, grabbed her hand and led her back inside.
“Ray asked me to keep an eye on you and your sister while he is gone. I doubt if he intended that to include letting you drink champagne. I know it did not include letting you parade around half naked.”
“You are not my boss and I can do whatever I want.”
“You will go upstairs. You will change into something appropriate. You will do it now.”
Something about his voice made it clear that he was not going to take any nonsense. Ray had made plenty of threats, in that same low, hard voice, but it had never made her knees weak like this.
Closing her lips with one finger he continued “Let me make this easy for you. I am supposed to keep an eye on you and tell Ray whether I think you are going to be okay living away from home. He’s pretty sure Debbie is ready, but you have been acting like a two year old ever since he started dating Jane. Not only will I tell him you need to move back home, but I am perfectly willing to move you and stay with you myself until he gets back.”
“Oh no, that won’t be necessary. I just have few things to get and I’ll be ready to go.” Donna raced upstairs and changed into jeans and an old shirt of Ray’s, then meekly brought her basket down and loaded it into the trunk.
Eric smiled to himself. She may look innocent and cooperative but there was a speculative gleam in her eye that told him the battle had just begun.
Ray made Jane close her eyes for the last few miles. He had made the arrangements and wanted to surprise her. The little cabin nestled on the side of the mountain, with a stream running past and honeysuckle thick on the air. He had worried that this might be a little too rustic for a honeymoon, but he wanted her all to himself. Jane’s squeal of delight put his mind at ease. Throwing her arms around his neck she covered his face with kisses before jumping out of the rental car and running to the porch swing.
“I love it! How did you find this place?”
“Well, when I started thinking about where to take you I knew I wanted privacy, and it had to be someplace new to both of us. One of my drivers showed me pictures of his vacation here and that made me think,…well,”
Jane was amazed to see him blushing furiously. “Made you think what?”
“Made me think I wanted to lean you over that porch rail and warm your bottom then put you on my lap and swing until we pass out from pleasure.” He laughed. “Guess that’s kind of what every groom hopes for on the honeymoon.”
“Sounds heavenly, do I have time to unpack, or should I just lean over right now?” Jane slowly walked to the railing, bent forward and eased her skirt up to her waist, displaying sheer pink panties. Wiggling from side to side she looked over her shoulder in time to see her new husband’s mouth drop open.
“You’re mighty fast talking and slow walking today Mr. Bishop. Don’t tell me that marriage has killed the romance already.”
Before she could continue her teasing a large hand landed firmly on her backside. It was a little harder than their usual play and she let out a yelp. Rubbing her bottom slowly, Ray gave her a wicked smile.
“All these months of being careful, worrying about making too much noise. I made sure we are the only people for miles so you just holler all you want to darlin’. I plan to keep this bottom red hot for the whole week.”
Once her flesh was hot to the touch Ray started his favorite game. Alternating hard smacks with teasing her almost to the point of orgasm, he soon had her moaning and begging him to take her right there. Keeping her right on the brink until she was sobbing with pent up need he finished with a dozen hard smacks to each cheek and let her up. Watching her jump and squeal as she tried to rub the fire in her bottom made it difficult to get his pants off. Seating himself on the swing he pulled her panties off and lifted her onto his lap. Sliding deep inside her he held her close, resisting her attempts to move. Slowly swinging, just the lightest of movement stirred him as the heat from her punished flesh warmed his lap. Holding off as long as he could he reveled in her gasp as he lifted her and let her slide down his full length. Swinging furiously, he slammed into her until her release sent him spiraling to his own. Slick with sweat and their mingled juices he glanced down at his bride in time to see a slow lazy smile.
“Close, darling, very close. We’ll just have to keep practicing until you make me pass out.”
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