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In Town for a Wedding Ch. 03

Sorry about the delay! Here's the next chapter. Check out chapters 1 & 2 before this one!

xo L&L

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Brian was seething. Pacing. Pissed off. But more than that, he was confused. What had he done to inspire such a cool response? Of course he didn't want some random girl, or someone just because they were his cousin. That was a barrier, an obstacle. Yeah, it was a little hot if he was honest with himself. But that's not the only reason why he wanted Steph.

She was smart, and sweet, and honest. She was gorgeous, and adorable when she laughed, and so sexy when she gave in to him in the dressing room. He hated that her ex had hurt her so much; he felt protective of her in a way that none of his previous girlfriends had made him feel. And he was thinking of her on that level already, he realized with a start.

And now he had to go out there and go to the rehearsal then the rehearsal dinner like nothing was the matter, like she hadn't just thrown that in his face. Like he didn't want to drag her off somewhere and spank her, then make her talk.

Well, it's not like you told her how much you like her, you idiot. He chastised himself, Start thinking with your dick and suddenly you're all hands. What was she supposed to think?

Running his hands through his hair one last time with a growl, he decided he had to find her. To spank her or to kiss her, he wasn't sure.

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Under the guise of being helpful, Stephanie had taken every opportunity to run errands and get things ready for the rehearsal. She wasn't in the wedding, so being out of sight when everyone else was busy marching and practicing their lines was relatively easy. Leaving her time to think was an unhappy side effect, but one she had to put up with.

She kept remembering Brian's hands, his mouth, his teeth on her. Remembering his kisses and caresses, his fingers against her. She would remember how it made her feel to be touched by him, in public, in a barely-private dressing room and she would feel her cheeks get hot.

But then reality would set in. He found her attractive, that much was obvious. It was probably alluring for him that she was his cousin, the taboo and all. She herself thought it was kind of hot, in a forbidden kind of way. But she wasn't the type to just fuck and forget. She never had been. You've never been the type to fuck at all, who are you kidding?

And that had been the problem with Mike. She had been the problem. They had been together for a year, and she still wasn't comfortable having sex with him. It wasn't him, necessarily. There were always other priorities: school, work, long hours studying and working her ass off to get to where she wanted. Grades were extremely important if she wanted to get into graduate school, and that had to be her focus.

Having a boyfriend at all was almost too much of a distraction, but he was a good companion for her. She never felt like they spent enough time together for her to feel comfortable having sex. She wanted it to be special, with someone she felt a strong connection to, and she thought that she hadn't felt that with Mike because they didn't spend overly much time together. It just never was there with us, that spark. Not like with Brian.

She felt like she shouldn't really be surprised that Mike had looked elsewhere. What guy wouldn't? But that was the problem. As insulting as it had been for him to cheat on her, on their one year anniversary no less, that wasn't the thing that pissed her off the most. If he had had feelings for Kimmie, if he had fallen in love with her and wanted to be with her, she would have at least understood.

It's always just pussy. They don't care who or what it's attached to as long as it's wrapped around their dick.

He had apologized, vehemently. He had sent her flowers, called her, showed up to her dorm and on her path to classes. He kept apologizing, trying to win her back, and every time he used the excuse that "it had meant nothing," she only got more furious.

Leave it to that cheating asshole to make me feel sorry for the woman he cheated on me with... the stupid whore. Okay, maybe only a little sorry.

And she didn't even know if it had meant anything to Kimmie. Maybe it was a mutually emotionless fucking. Maybe they had shaken hands afterward, said, "Thanks for that," and gone their separate ways.

But sex meant something to Stephanie. It wasn't just a throwaway action. She wanted to fuck Brian. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel him shiver and come. She wanted that, with him, in a way she had never wanted it with Mike. And that scared the crap out of her.

She hadn't run out of the dressing room because she was offended, or because she didn't want to do it. She had run because she did want to. And she had known him for less than 2 days.

Who's the stupid whore now?

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Brian couldn't keep his mind on the rehearsal. He hadn't found Steph when he looked for her earlier, but his new stepmom Mary mentioned she was setting up the reception room next door. Now he was trapped in practicing the marching and standing in the ceremony and all he could think about was marching over next door and bending her over his knee. Especially in that little black skirt. Down, boy.

When the torturous marching back and forth was over, he went straight over to the reception hall, glad that his sister couldn't fly in until the wedding day so she couldn't give him crap for it.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw her straightening centerpieces and aligning place settings. She didn't look up as he approached, so she was startled when his hand was suddenly holding her wrist and pulling her toward the kitchens.

"You and I need to talk," he said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

They walked through the empty kitchen and into a back room, one wall filled with shelves like a pantry but with a larger area like a dining room.

"Look, you can't just say shit like that and walk off. We're adults. If there's a problem, we can discuss it like adults and figure it out. Will you tell me what pissed you off?" Brian asked, perching himself on the edge of the sturdy wood table.

"We have nothing to talk about. There is no 'we', and it doesn't matter." Stephanie's stance was defensive, arms crossed across her chest. Brian tugged on her hand, encouraging her to drop her guarded look and pulling her toward him.

"I'm sorry that I upset you, for whatever I did. I just wish you would tell me."

"It doesn't matter, I can't have sex with you. I won't." She wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Damn it, Steph. I don't care about that. I pushed you, it was too fast. I get it, okay? I'll back off. But this matters." He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"You didn't push me. I wanted it, too." Her admission was soft and heated, her voice almost husky. It hit him like a punch to the gut.

"Then why did you run? Why did you shut yourself off from me?"

"Because it's not just sex. When I finally have sex with someone, I want it to be more than just... fucking." Stephanie stepped back, getting worked up and went on, "Mike never got that, he always pushed. And when I wouldn't, he found someone else, some meaningless piece of ass to get it out of his system. And then said it meant nothing. Well, it means something to me."

Brian was dumbfounded, quiet for a moment. "Steph..."

"I know. You're shocked, right? What kind of crazy 21-year-old is a fucking virgin?" She rolled her eyes at herself, cheeks red.

"No, darlin', it's not that." He pulled her to him again, this time pulling her all the way up against him. "This means something. You and me, this isn't just... meaningless play for me."

"What else could it be? We just met, Brian."

"Was it meaningless when you kissed me? When I touched you, it meant nothing to you?" He asked heatedly.

"Of course it did. But you don't even know me. How could you care about me when you just met me?"

"I don't know, but I feel like I do know you. Your aunt Mary always talks about you. How you're going to be a lawyer, how you walk dogs at the shelter and are great with the boys." He smiled at her, rested his forehead on hers, then continued, his voice low and steady, "I won't deny it's sexual. I want you. But I don't just want a quick fuck."

Stephanie leaned into him, kissing his lips softly once, then twice, short apology kisses. She started to pull away but Brian growled, pulling her back to him hard and claiming her mouth. Hot, hard kisses that seared her mouth, that reached low and grabbed hold of her.

"I wanted to bring you in here and bend you over my knee for running from me," Brian's husky voice washed across her lips, his mouth millimeters from her own. "In fact it's still a temptation."

She felt her pussy clench at the thought. On a whimper, she replied, "Please, Brian."

"Please yes? Or please no?" He asked, turning her between his legs so she faced one side, pushing lightly on her back so she bent forward over his left thigh, arching her ass up.

As she bent over, she felt her skirt raise in the back, felt her heart race and a low tingle build in her stomach. His fingers skimmed below the hem of her skirt, raising it inch by inch, his hand caressing the backs of her thighs as it came up. The anticipation of feeling his hand on her ass was more than she had ever felt before, until eventually she felt it.

He rubbed his hand across her panties-covered ass, caressing the skin there, hearing her breath hitch as she waited to see what he would do. The wet spot forming on the crotch of her panties was a dead giveaway to how turned on she was, and he ran one finger down the spot, pushing slightly into her pussy. The sharp intake of breath he heard from her encouraged him as he moved his finger gently up and down right in that spot.

"You didn't answer my question, Steph. Yes or no?" He moved to trace the line of her panties on either side of her pussy, studiously avoiding touching her where she wanted it most.

"Yes, Brian. Please." Her breath quickened and her cheeks flushed, her hands resting on his thigh for support clenching as he slid her little panties down her legs until they fell to the floor, leaving her naked to him from the hips down.

He rubbed and squeezed her smooth cheeks, feeling the muscles flex and relax beneath his hands. Waiting, holding her breath, in anticipation as he lifted his hand and hovered a moment above her skin.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, not wanting to scare her. She nodded and that was all he needed to send a stinging slap down on one cheek then the other, before caressing and soothing. Rubbing in circles across her skin, feeling the skin warm under his rough palm before smacking each cheek again.

She cried out softly, pushing her ass back against his hand as he soothed once again. He could see her biting her lip, chewing that plump flesh as she wiggled beneath his hand, and he couldn't help but pull her mouth to his. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, tonguing and nibbling it while his third and final smacks landed on her ass.

Stephanie cried out into his mouth, pouting from the unexpected sensation and more turned on than she could remember every being.

"I want you," she admitted softly, turning toward him and kissing him, returning his passion with her own.

Grabbing her hips, he spun them around, pushing her hips back toward the table and helping her hop up onto it, her bare ass on the sturdy surface of the table.

He kissed her hard, exploring her mouth with his tongue and sharing her breath as he pulled her closer to the edge of the table, his fingers finding her slippery folds. He dipped his thumb inside her, gathering juices then replaced it with a finger as his thumb slipped across the top of her clit. He could feel it throb, her pulse through it fast and hard.

Swallowing her moans, he relentlessly continued exploring her, adding a second finger until she writhed on his hand. He whispered dirty, husky things into her ear, urging her to come on his fingers. His free hand pulled up the edge of her sweater until he could reach inside her bra and find a hard nipple to roll and pull.

Her hands clutched and pulled at his back, pulling him closer and scratching down his skin under his shirt. He dipped his head and latched onto a nipple with his mouth, the heat of his breath washing over her. Nibbling gently on the bud of flesh, he increased speed with his fingers until she shattered around him. He could feel her pussy pulsate around his fingers, could feel her thighs flexing around him, could hear the repressed moan try to break free from her.

"You are so beautiful," he told her, slowly still stroking her clit until her hand pushed him away.

"Too sensitive," she finally said by way of apologizing for pushing his hand away. She grabbed his hand and slowly licked her juices off his fingers while staring into his eyes.

Brian had to take a deep breath and close his eyes to regain control, before he fucked her right there on the table, other people be damned. But he wanted better for her, so he pulled back, pulling her sweater back down to cover her flesh and kissed her swollen lips.

"I want you, Steph." Brian rested his forehead on hers, closing his eyes in an attempt to summon strength. "But I'm not going to fuck you on a table in a reception hall, with thirty other people in the other room, as much as I'd love to be buried in your pussy right now." He gently pulled at her hips, urging her to slide off the table and smoothing her skirt back down in the back. He bent, picking up her panties and sliding them into his pocket.

"Brian..." she said, seeing her panties disappear into his pocket.

"Yeah, those are mine now. You'll have to do without." He smirked, kissing her swollen lips to distract her from her objection. "Knowing you're not wearing panties under this little black skirt...fuck." He rubbed his hands over the fabric of her skirt, squeezing her ass in his broad hands, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

Brian and Steph rejoined the wedding party, strolling out holding hands. Feeling flustered and flushed, Steph couldn't help but fidget with the hem of her skirt, making sure it was staying down. And every time she did, Brian would chuckle, a deep rumble in his chest. Damn him.

They all made their way to the rehearsal dinner, a fleet of six or seven cars pulling up outside the Italian restaurant. Brian met Steph at the door of the car, holding her hand and walking her into the restaurant. His dad made strong eye contact with him, a silent question framed by a look at their joined hands. Later, dad, he silently begged, grateful when Roger directed his attention to the other guests.

Here we go.

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The dinner passed with relatively little ado, nobody mentioning how close Stephanie and Brian seemed, for which they were both glad. Later that night in their shared room, Stephanie and Brian each sat on their own bed, facing each other and chatting, getting to know each other. Stephanie's phone rang and reaching for the phone she saw her mom's name flash on the screen.

"Hi, Mom." Brian looked up as Steph answered the phone, their eyes meeting and a smile crossing his face. He could hear the white noise of someone talking but couldn't make out the words. Protectiveness sprung up in his chest as he saw the look on Steph's expression change to embarrassment, then defensiveness, then defeat.

"Mom, it's not a big deal. Brian's nice, he's been a good friend."

Another stretch of white noise.

"Of course I'm not latching onto him, for Christ's sake," Stephanie paused, then, "I'm perfectly aware he's my uncle's son, Mother... Yes, I know you're looking out for my best interests, but... Of course... Love you, too, Mom, see you tomorrow."

Brian crossed to Steph's bed as she hung up her cell phone, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against his chest, her head tucked under his chin. The air from her sigh tickled against his neck.

"That bad, huh?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Apparently your dad had a problem with us holding hands, so he called my mom to tell her we were 'getting close.' Apparently being related through marriage creeps her out, and she thinks I'm just rebounding from Mike."

"The thought had crossed my mind that you might be. I hope that's not all this is, though." Brian pulled back to catch her eye, wanting to see that she didn't harbor the same doubts that their parents clearly had. Her uncertainty was written all over her face, and with a deep sigh, Brian stood and went to the closet, grabbing his running shoes. "Well, when you figure that out, let me know," he said, heading out the door.

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