Chapter 16: My Sister's Wedding

Friday; the day before the wedding.

I awoke at Alex elbowing me in the ribs, “Hey!”

She teased, “You’ve been poking me with that thing all night.”

“I seem to recall you enjoying that.”

I forced myself to sit in time to see her blush, but my mind was on other things; mostly my sister. I was still young enough and dumb enough to think that our feelings mattered. I was still naïve enough to assume the bond we shared somehow altered the fabric of reality, altered the fate that had always been. I’d been ill-tempered for days, because the closer we got to the day the more I was faced with reality. Mindy was going to marry someone else. In the depths of blood pumped by my twin beating stone that just seemed wrong. She was supposed to marry me.

Alex sat up herself and looked at me with an emotion I couldn’t quite recognize, “Do you need a hand?”

“It’s half-piss. Don’t worry about it.”

“I could help.”

“And complain two seconds after you start?”

“You’re being an ass today.”

She’s right.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just ... a bit fucked up over the wedding.”

“Why? You don’t like the guy your sister is marrying?”

He’s our father made over.

“No, but that is only part of it.” I stood and headed over to the toilet I was surprised when I realized she was behind me, “What is it?”

“Can I? Can I aim it?”

“Why?”

The blush crept back, “It’s just, I’m curious.”

“Fine.” She reached out and grabbed my piss hard member. Her fingers were a bit lighter than they needed to be and she was grabbing at the base with her thumbnail barely scraping my balls, “A bit harder and further down. Toward the end. You don’t hold the base of a hose.” She slid her hand down my length and directed the head.

Wonder, if I’m going to have to wipe up piss in a minute.

It took me a minute to relax enough to let the stream flow, but most of it ended up in the bowl.

She sort of giggled, “That was weird.”

“Not just for you.”

I reached down and grabbed some toilet paper and wiped the seat off.

She looked around, “We really need to spruce this place up.”

“You want to spruce up my room?”

“You don’t have a mirror. That probably pissed off the cheerleaders when they stay over but every girl wants to check themselves before they leave. You also need some more light; you’ve got the windows covered with foil and the lamps are all on the other side of the room.”

“There is a light switch by the beads, but the lights are fluorescents. Not fond of the whirring.”

I assumed the conversation was over and turned on the shower and regulated the temperature. I stepped in and she stepped in behind me.

What the hell?

She giggled again and grabbed at the soap, “We’re going to be late, so we have to hurry if you want that hand.”

The shower pod was small, fitting two people in it wasn’t easy and having her soap up meant constantly rubbing various parts of her body on mine with my body reacting accordingly, “You mean you’re going to be late. I’m not going to school. Wedding prep.”

I know I need to deal with Amanda’s behavior regarding the squad, but I don’t have the ability to focus on that right now.

A brief fantasy of pulling a version of the graduate where I smashed Mickey’s head into the altar till his head liquified then fireman carried Mindy out to applause was interrupted by Alex’s hand hitting my body. She was lathering me up. I asked, “What is going on with you?”

She looked downward at the water swirling at our feet, “What do you mean?”

“You offered me a handjob despite not mentioning the last one you gave me since it happened, wanted to hold my cock when I pissed, and you’re showering with me. It’s a lot.”

She looked up and this time I recognized the emotion she flashed. It was hurt, “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you to the wedding?”

“I asked Beth.”

“I’m your best friend. You should’ve asked me!” The last one was practically a hiss. I took the soap from her and lathered myself up.

I tried to focus on rinsing off while asking, “Don’t pull the girl shit on me. Just tell me what the problem is. I really can’t deal with a bunch of emotional games right now.”

She pushed me, straight up pushed me. I stood firm, but she started to stumble and I had to throw out an arm to catch her before she hit the back of the shower pod, “You’ve been avoiding me. You keep dodging me to spend time with my mother, with Beth, with the cheerleaders, even my boyfriend; a year ago you would’ve wanted me to go to the wedding with you. I don’t want to lose our friendship.”

I sighed. I really didn’t know how to answer that, “And you thought a handjob would make me to take you to the wedding?”

She looked at me, “I’m not dumb. I know what you and the cheerleaders do. Lis and Beth are my friends and we talk. I ... if that is what it takes to fix things with us I will.”

Yeah, no. Not for that reason and not when I’m finally accepting you and I aren’t going to be a thing.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, ‘Finish up and we’ll talk.” I knew she’d take at least 10 minutes to wash and condition her hair, so I had that long at least to figure out what I wanted to say. I grabbed some clothes and dressed while I tried to figure out the best phrasing and tried to get my dick to soften.

I was fully dressed and calmed by the time she got out of the shower and gathered up a new outfit out of the clothes she’d left there. She sat beside me after she dressed, “Alright, shoot.”

“I’m not avoiding you; not intentionally anyway. A year ago my world was smaller I had less responsibilities, less people I cared about. If you want us to spend more time together, we can do that, but I need you to be honest with me and no more of the ‘faux seduction shenanigans.’

“You do all that stuff with Beth and the cheerleaders.”

“I don’t spend time with them because we play around. The people I do play around with (with one exception) are people I have other reasons to be around. It’s a nice addition to that. I wouldn’t stop hanging out with them if that part ended. It’s the ice cream on the slice of peach pie. Even if you don’t get it, it’s still a great way to end a meal.”

“We could do that stuff ... if it would make things like they were.”

“Do you want to do that stuff with me? You have a boyfriend.”

“That didn’t stop you before.”

“It’s not me it should stop.”

“YOU, You of all people are going to lecture me on fidelity?”

I ignored the annoyance in her voice, “No, I’m not. I don’t know what your rules are with him. Maybe you’re okay with doing stuff with other people, I think if I ever end up asking; say Tracy out and we started dating I’d want her to be okay with me keeping my special friends.”

“Tracy? I figured it would be Lis or Beth.”

“It was the first name to pop in my head. I’m not looking at anyone our age for a relationship right now.”

“I thought you were waiting on someone.”

“I’m done waiting. If I find someone, I have that connection with, I’ll go for it assuming she is interested.”

“So, it’s really not about the sex stuff.”

“Do you think I’m sleeping with your mom?”

“No, she wouldn’t cheat on Dad again after I caught her a few years ago.”

“I spend my Thursday evenings with her because I like her. I enjoy spending time with her and I like the music.”

“So, the wedding.”

“Wasn’t about you.”

“Okay, can we get back to where we were?”

“How about Wednesdays? I’ll try to make sure I sleep here and you can plan the activities or rent the movies or whatever.”

“It used to be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”

“You have a boyfriend and you’ll be on dates on Friday I’d assume and I like to stay at the grandmother’s on Monday.’ She nodded and I continued, “As for the other stuff. If you decide YOU want to do that, we can. It won’t be as a bribe or an attempt to manipulate me though.”

Have enough of that in my life.

“Did you want a ride?”

“No, I think I’d like to walk. Need to clear my head.” I stood and grabbed my bag on my way out my private entrance and started the journey towards the grandmother’s.

The night before the wedding

I ended up regretting my decision pretty quickly. The house was abandoned when I finally reached it. Apparently, everyone was involved in decorating the church and other wedding frivolities. I ended up reading on the roof until it was time for dinner and I didn’t even get the chance to talk to Mindy properly then as she Moonchild and Sally Cinnamon were headed out for the impromptu bachelorette party.

I was pretty sure Mindy was avoiding me. I ended up doing a few chores to help the grandmother out and then trying the fit of the rented tux before bed. I found a present in a box on my bed. A glance at it said it was from ‘Melinda and Mickey.’ I assumed it was a gift given to the wedding party even though I wasn’t intended to be in the wedding. I opened it and found a personalized beer stein with my birth name on it. I tossed it in the trash and didn’t really worry about the sound of glass shattering when it the bottom of the can.

I managed to find sleep not long after that. I was awaked by the sound of a drunken woman on the steps, the smell of liquor threatened to turn my brain, but I managed to steal it. Eventually, Mindy popped her head around the door and stumbled once on the way to the bed. She fell down next to me. After a minute she spoke with slightly slurred words, “Need two things from ya, baby brover.’

“Help to the shower?”

She laughed and started coughing. I was wondering if she was going to vomit, but then she straightened out, “No, promise me yull get me down the aisle. No matter wutt. Promise me.”