Wedding Party

Lauren looked down at Sean in front of her. Against all her will, her eyes welled with tears, as the first slowly ran down her right cheek. Sean’s face never showed much emotion, but she could see it in his eyes. His deep, brown eyes were staring back at her, looking into her soul. Sean’s short brown hair, brown eyes, and solid, built frame, had always caused Lauren to be strongly attracted to him.

“Yes,” Lauren said. Sean’s face broke into a huge smile as he moved next to Lauren and the two of them locked lips. It wasn’t long before Sean rolled on top of Lauren’s thin, beautiful body. It wasn’t long before Sean’s firm hands unclasped Lauren’s bra. It wasn’t long before…

***

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Lauren knew Sean was the strong, silent type. This meant she was making most of the wedding decisions. Then again, she had to admit, that’s the way she wanted it. But there was one detail she knew Sean would not be up for.

“Honey,” Lauren said, sitting down next to Sean on the couch, “I have a wedding question.”

Sean knew the drill. He turned off the TV and turned towards Lauren.

“It’s about Adam,” Lauren started, taking a breath. Sean frowned; he knew Lauren pretty well, and when she took a deep breath it meant she was going to ramble.

“Adam has always been there for me. When we were growing up no matter what was going on we always had each other. When we were real young my dad had that drinking problem, and it’s not like he ever hit us, but he was angry a lot. He would yell a lot. And if Adam was the target, then sooner or later he would end up back in his room, crying, and I would be there to comfort him. And when I was the target, he would always be there for me. My mom was too scared to really do anything. Now, obviously she did finally get him to quit, but by that time I was eight, and Adam was seven. We both had already gotten our fair share of yelling. But besides dealing with that…”

Sean just starred; he had heard all of this before. Lauren was almost perfect, but this was a flaw. She always rambled right before she asked for a big favor. He wasn’t sure why, maybe it was an attempt to wear him out? But more likely she was nervous that he would say no.

Sean focused back on Lauren, still talking up a storm. He always thought of the Snickers commercials, “Gonna be here for a while?”

Lauren stopped to take a breath, Sean ended his daydreaming, knowing the question was near.

“It would really mean a lot to me if Adam was in the wedding party,” Lauren posed.

“What?” Sean hadn’t seen that one coming.

Lauren took a deep breath, “Listen, I know I’m suppose to pick the bride’s maids and you’re suppose to pick the groomsmen, but he’s my only sibling. If you had a sister, I would definitely understand if you wanted her to be a bride’s maid. And plus, we need three groomsmen. You have the best man, Mark, and obviously you and Eric are close friends, but you weren’t sure about the third one. Adam just fits.” Lauren forced a big smile as she took Sean’s hand.

Sean had to say something, “I know you two are close, but come on. If he’s in the party then does that mean he has to tag along on the bachelor party too?”

“Yes,” Lauren said quietly, “I really want him to feel accepted. I mean you two are going to be brothers. Don’t you want to get to know your own brother?”

Sean grimaced, he was losing. How did he always loose? “Come on Lauren, he’s not even 21. No place will let us in.”

“Yeah, but we agreed to not do anything too crazy,” Lauren started, “so I figured you guys could have it at Mark’s cabin. You could drink and do whatever.”

Lauren could see the doubt in Sean’s eyes. “You know Adam,” Lauren added, “he’s cool. Whatever you guys did would stay at the cabin. He’s not the type to come back and spill, even to his sister.”

“Right,” Sean knew she was telling the truth, the kid did have a wild streak in him.

“And it would mean so much to me,” Lauren continued, gently relaxing her hand on the crotch of Sean’s jeans.

Sean smiled, “why not.”

***

The gym locker slammed shut as Mark looked at Sean, “Dude, her brother?”

“Yeah, but he’s a cool kid,” Sean said.

“Who cares,” Eric added, putting on his deodorant.

Sean looked straight ahead into his locker, adding, “He’s only 20.”

That stopped Mark and Eric in their tracks.

“Huh?” they both said in unison.

“Dude,” Mark stated, getting pissed, “you need to be 21 for the strip club.”

“Or anywhere that serves alcohol,” Eric added, sounding alarmed.

“Right,” Sean confirmed looking at Mark, “so I thought that maybe we could go up to your cabin.”

“My cabin,” Mark was now pissed, “what the fuck man? We can go to my cabin any weekend. This is supposed to be special.”

“Well,” Sean said sternly, taking a step towards Mark, “it’s what we make of it. We could have all the beer we want up there.”

Eric knew the drill. Mark was about four inches taller than Sean, but Sean was built thicker. They were standing only a foot or two apart, both just staring at each other. Eric knew that Mark was pissed and Sean had already made up his mind.

“Hey,” Eric broke in, “Sean’s right, I mean if Adam’s cool then we could still hirer a stripper. The cabin would be nicer than a dirty club.”

Mark always found it funny that Eric was the mediator in the group. Eric was Russian and built more than the other two, the personality just didn’t fit his look. Mark looked over at Eric and turned back to Sean, “Would Adam squeal if we got a stripper?”

“Nope, he’s a cool kid. I have no doubt he’s seen strippers before. He is in college.”

Mark backed down, “fine.” He threw his stuff in his gym bag and got ready to leave, “but this is pathetic. All that crazy shit we used to do in college, and now your bachelor party is reduced to babysitting.”

***

SIX MONTHS LATER

The car hugged the turns along the mountain roads, as the last radio station they could pick up went to static.

Adam turned the radio off, “Hey, thanks for inviting me. I’m sure Mark wasn’t happy.”

Sean glanced over at Adam in the passenger seat; everyone knew Mark was a little hot under the collar. “He’ll deal.”

Adam leaned back; Sean wasn’t a big talker. Adam had only met his friends a few times, but they seemed like assholes. The three of them were the definition of meat heads. All of them were jocks that obsessed over who could bench more. But Adam didn’t mind Sean much; after all he did make his sister happy.

“So,” Adam asked, “what’s on the agenda for tonight?”

Sean smiled, not looking away from the road, “Beer and a stripper.”

“Nice,” Adam added, thinking this might be a good night after all.

***

The stripper showed up at about nine. Her black hair matched the black leather outfit she had on.

Sean and Adam sat next to each other in two large chairs, while Mark and Eric sat across from them on the sofa. Candy, the stripper, went by cycled around the circle, giving the guys lap dances one by one. An hour went by and her show came to an end.

“You guys have been such good costumers…I was thinking maybe I could stick around a few more hours,” Candy said, licking her lips.

“So you could give us an encore?” Mark said, as his eyes fondled her.

“How about a whole other show.” Candy moved over to the sofa and knelt in-between Mark and Eric; rubbing each of their crotches with a hand. Mark was the first to make a bold move, as he unzipped his fly and pushed his snake out. Eric quickly followed, and within seconds Candy was stroking two hardening cocks. Adam held back his surprise, it was clear both Mark and Eric were well endowed, their cocks had to have been nine inches in length; Eric’s was thicker than Mark’s.

“So,” Candy started, “who all wants to be in this show?”

Mark was about to speak, but Adam jumped in, “I think it’s only fair Sean gets the show…after all he is the one getting hitched.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Sean said standing up and walking over towards the sofa. Sean extended his hand to Candy and said, “I prefer duets.”

“I bet,” Candy said, as she grabbed his hand and the two of them headed off to a back bedroom.

Adam watched Sean and Candy disappear and then glanced back at Mark and Eric. Adam was taken off guard at the clearly pissed off looks on their faces.

“Sorry, but you know he is the one getting married and all,” Adam said.

“Thanks a lot,” Eric said, clearly irritated.

Mark was definitely past irritated, “What is wrong with you?”

Eric stuffed his trouser snake back into its hole, as Mark continued, “I knew you would fuck up this whole thing. We could have been out at a strip club, each with our own girl, but you had to fuck up the entire thing!”

“Calm it down,” Eric said softly.

“Fuck you,” Mark replied, turning back towards Adam, “And you know what your sister fucked up? Sean, Eric, and I use to mess around every now and then.”

“Jesus,” Eric blushed.

“I prefer chicks, but it was nice to know I could always count on them for a quickie. But then your sister came around and Sean didn’t need us anyone. What the fuck were we suppose to do? Just the two of us can’t fool around, that would be gay.”

“I think it’s gay either way,” Adam responded, he had never liked Mark.

“Oh really,” Mark said, his half-hard cock still out, “so you’ve never done anything with a guy?”

Adam paused, no point in lying he thought, “Okay, I have, but I don’t anymore.”

Mark stood up, his bone bouncing, “But you’ll make an exception tonight.”

Adam was speechless, as Eric chimed in, “Mark, sit down.”