-- NEWPORT BEACH --

It was a perfect June afternoon. The temperature wasn't overly hot and the sky was clear with white, puffy clouds scattered around, only occasionally passing in front of the sun. The sounds of birds fluttering about the trees clustered around us filled the air, accompanied by the distant roar of waves crashing against the beach far below.

In front of us, about thirty feet from the cliff's edge before it dropped off into the deep blue of the Pacific Ocean, was an elegant white latticework arch, adorned with flowers and mounted on an elevated platform. The officiant puttered around, making sure everything was absolutely perfect lest the bride let him hear about it later.

"So now that we're here, do you believe it yet?" Dawn smiled at me, waggling her eyebrows.

I shook my head, taking a deep breath. "Nope. She's my little sister, you know? In my head, she'll always be an annoying rugrat who pestered me at every turn."

"Well, you're running out of time to get it straightened in your head." Dawn laughed and checked her watch. "She'll be a married woman in another ... oh ... ten minutes."

I sighed and bit my lip nervously. "Time just flies by so fast."

"Have you talked to her?"

"What, today? No." I shook my head rapidly, feeling my heartbeat speed up a bit. I was almost more anxious than if this had been MY wedding. "She's been so busy I haven't seen her since yesterday morning. And now it feels like I'm never going to see her again."

"Of course you will."

"That's not what I mean. Whenever she needed to turn to someone, that person was me. I was the one who protected her. I was the one who looked out for her. But that won't be my job anymore. I've got to let her go, to let her new husband do that for her."

"Aww," Dawn reached up and ran her fingertips down my cheek. "Don't worry. She'll always be your little sister. Brooke loves you just as much as him, maybe even more. Don't forget that."

My lower lip quivered as I fought not to cry. Even though I knew this would never completely separate Brooke and me, the idea of her marrying and committing her life to someone else definitely felt like a permanent change in our relationship. She would always be my little sister, but "we" would never quite be the same.

I closed my eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath, then tilted my face into Dawn's hand, feeling the warmth and softness of her touch. Maybe I could believe Brooke was getting married; it was the logical conclusion to her relationship and she had to grow up someday.

I opened my eyes, blinking away the moisture that had formed there. I fixed my gaze on Dawn's adoring eyes, her crystal clear blue irises focused entirely on me. And I smiled. While she sat there caressing my face, it felt so completely natural to lean forward and start puckering my lips. Dawn smiled as well, instinctively extending her face towards mine. And then...

"Ben!" a female voice exclaimed as a hand landed on my shoulder and turned me around in my seat.

I was a bit wild-eyed from the sudden surprise and it took me a second to focus on Brandi, looking urgently down at me. My elder sister was beautiful with perfect hair and makeup. And bent over like this I had a nice view of her deep cleavage in the strapless bridesmaid's dress. "What?"

"You gotta come right now!" Brandi shook my shoulder. "It's Brooke!"

I glanced back at Dawn, who just shrugged and let my sister pull me to my feet. Brandi already had her hand in mine as she tugged me up the aisle. "What's going on?"

"You'll see!"

Gripping my hand tightly, Brandi half-dragged me into the mansion, leading me up the stairs before turning us down a hallway and up to a door. She knocked twice quickly and called, "It's me."

A moment later, the door popped open and Adrienne stood there, stunningly gorgeous in a matching bridesmaid's dress and looking quite anxious herself.

"Adrienne? What's going on?" I asked hurried.

Adrienne just waggled her head and leaned in to peck my lips. "You'll see." She jerked her thumb back into the room. And then she turned to Brandi. "You go ahead. Lock the door. I'll keep everyone outside."

Brandi nodded and dragged me through the doorway while Adrienne stepped out into the hall. Brandi closed the door and locked it, looked past my ear and called, "He's here."

Only then did I finally turn around to look into the room. My jaw hit the floor a second later.

My little sister Brooke, now all grown up into a gorgeous young woman, was exquisitely beautiful in perfect makeup and a stylish updo hairstyle of dark curls and ringlets. Standing in front of a large vanity complete with lighted mirror, she was clad only in white lingerie. Her strapless bra lifted and separated her full C-cup breasts, making them appear even larger. The garter belt circled her tiny waist and held up sheer white stockings, finished at the bottom by three-inch heels. But she wasn't wearing any panties, her drumtight ass on full display with perky cheeks aimed right at my face. That's because DJ Evans, in a matching bridesmaid's dress, was kneeling on the floor and furiously eating out my little sister's pussy while Brooke supported herself against the vanity tabletop with both arms.

At Brandi's announcement of my arrival, DJ popped her head out to look and Brooke craned her neck around to see me. "Oh, thank GAWD," my little sister groaned. "Ben! Get over here and fuck me! Hurry! I need you!"

"Wha-?" I was stupefied.

But Brandi was already kneeling in front of me, yanking open my belt and zipper before dragging both pants and boxers to my ankles. My older sister took my cock in hand, already half-hard from the sight of Brooke's half-naked body.

"The wedding starts in ten minutes!" I gasped.