Chapter 15

As her inebriated brother-in-law's hand travelled up her thigh beneath her skirt, the equally tipsy Elizabeth tried to take in what he'd just said. "Do I understand you right, Brian? You want to... with me... now, between me getting married and before I get into bed with my new husband, your older brother?"

"Got it in one, sister," grinned Brian, his hand still climbing ever closer towards her pussy. "I want to fuck you, here, now, in this garden, this instant - thus beating my brother to something for the first time in my life!"

"And what makes you think that I'll agree to this cock-eyed scheme and not simply either walk away or scream for help?"

"That's easy," he smiled. "If you were going to do either, you'd have done it by now. Besides, I know that you've been forced into this travesty of a 'celebration' by your father and by mine much against your wishes."

"True about the wedding - and we'll leave the rest aside for a moment - but that only means that I want to get my own back on my father and yours. Those arrangements have nothing to do with Andrew..."

"On the surface, no," Brian agreed. "But I happen to know that Andrew did all he could to get my father to go along with it..." he finished slyly, hoping his little fib wouldn't be too transparent for, in truth, Andrew had done all he could to postpone the arranged marriage and Brian knew this.

But he needed have worried for Elizabeth's alcohol soaked brain was too addled to see through this tissue of lies. "The bastard!" she muttered angrily.

"See? So you should be teaching Andrew a lesson too." A puzzled look crossed young Brian's face as his hand had finally reached its goal. "Say - why haven't you got any panties on?"

Elizabeth giggled. "I wondered just how long it would take you to notice that. I just thought it would be interesting to get married like this. You know - 'I know something that you all don't... '"

"Kinky," Brian mused as his hand continued its exploration while Elizabeth leaned back and parted her thighs a little to make things easier for him.

Finishing off the rest of her drink, Elizabeth tossed the glass over her shoulder and into a bush where it landed with a satisfying smashing sound. "Now, let's see what you're hiding away," she smirked as she unzipped Brain's pants before thrusting an eager hand inside. "Hmmm, tasty..." she commented as her hand brushed against a well proportioned and already semi-hard penis.

"See? I knew that you weren't the sort to scream for help," he informed her as he began to unbutton her jacket. With increasing speed, clothing was removed by the would-be lovers until both were almost naked as they giggled drunkenly together in the hotel's beer garden. "What happens if someone finds us like this?" Brain asked, hardly serious and almost, if he were honest with himself, wishing they would!.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'll say it was rape..."

"Funny," he muttered as he slipped out of his boxer shorts and Elizabeth finally got a good look at his equipment.

"Oh, my!" she gasped appreciatively. "Well, I know which brother got the lion's share of that particular morsel!"

"Yes, I did, didn't I?" Brian sniggered as he pulled her breasts out from their confinement inside her bra. "Nice matching pair," he complimented before silencing himself as he took her left nipple into his mouth. Sliding further down the rough surface of the bench where they were sat, Elizabeth allowed her brother-in-law to continue as he was rather good at this behaviour.

"This self pity of yours," she asked, "does it not extend to horizontal pleasures? I ask because you're so much better at this than Andrew."

Pulling his head back so he could answer her, Brian continued his fondling of her nipple using his thumb and forefinger instead. "Well, it is the one prerogative of the younger sibling. Andrew had to be chaste and uphold the family honour. Besides, I think he rather got into the whole 'saving himself for the right woman' thing. Me? I'm the wastrel, the near-do-well. I can play loose and wild - and, by god, I have."

"So you're not going to cum inside of two minutes then?"

"I sure hope not!" he grinned as he answered her. "Are you planning to time me then?"

"I don't think so," she chuckled as she lay back and parted her legs even wider. "But I might be tempted to give you marks out of ten at the end!"

"So, tell me - is two minutes all my dear brother can manage?"

"Regrettably, yes... Well, I might be exaggerating just a little but not by much. It's very disappointing, really. He's very gentle... thoughtful even but... well, two or three minutes? I ask you..."

Trying to stifle his laughter as he thought about this revelation, Brian breathed whisky fumes into Elizabeth's face as he clambered up on top of her before starting to kiss her mouth, his manhood probing at her but not finding the correct entrance. Slipping down a hand, Elizabeth took hold of his shaft and guided it into its destination where, without any further invitation, it was quickly slipped in.

"Are you comfortable with doing this?" Brian suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" she responded somewhat puzzled.

"I mean, her you are part way between your wedding and your honeymoon and you're being screwed by the best man..."

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. "I can live with it at the moment... Tomorrow, when I'm sober, it might be different. But what about you?"

"Like I said, it doesn't worry me in the slightest - I'm just glad to get one over on Andrew..."

"Fuck me stupid then," she challenged him as he thrust powerfully into her...

By the time that the newly weds clambered out of their taxi in front of the luxury central London hotel where they were to spend the first night of their honeymoon, Elizabeth was almost incapable of walking and had to be helped by Andrew into the grandiose and very impressive foyer. Leaving her sat in a convenient chair, he went to register. The young girl behind the desk pretended not to notice the state that his bride was in and Andrew was grateful to her for this. After taking an imprint of Andrew's credit card, the receptionist handed over a key and pointed out where the lift was. "Congratulations, Sir," she ended cheerfully. "I'll have a porter bring up your bags..."

"Thank you," muttered Andrew in automatic response as he returned to his inebriated wife and prepared to assist her up to their suite on the fifteenth floor.

Leaving Elizabeth sprawled on a sofa in the lounge area of their room, Andrew put on the kettle and made two cups of black coffee. As he drank his, he looked out at the really rather magnificent view over the city and its twinkling lights taking special note of the Millennium Wheel as it turned slowly, camera flashlights occasionally exploding inside the glass pods. Finishing his coffee, he replaced his cup onto the tray just as the telephone rang. Picking it up, he found himself talking to a rather embarrassed receptionist who explained that there was a problem with authorising his credit card and asking if he wouldn't mind popping back to the ground floor for a few moments. Cursing under his breath, Andrew politely said that he would be there shortly before tossing a glance over at his wife and wondering if his father had made the correct decision for him. Somehow Elizabeth didn't now look like the prize she once had. Slipping out of the room, Andrew headed back towards the elevators...