The evening gently settled over the quiet suburban house. Megan stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, adjusting her short blonde bob that beautifully framed her face with bright blue eyes. She was twenty-three, with a sporty, toned figure — long legs, a firm waist, and alluring curves that she maintained through regular workouts. In two days she was supposed to marry David. Tomorrow was her bachelorette party, David’s bachelor party, and tonight his younger brother Aaron had come over.
Aaron arrived right on time, carrying a bottle of good red wine and wearing an open, charming smile. The eighteen-year-old athletic brunette with broad shoulders and lively dark eyes instantly won everyone over. Dinner with Megan’s parents went surprisingly warm and cheerful. Aaron joked about wedding traditions, told funny stories from university life, easily connected with Megan’s father, and even made her mother laugh out loud several times. Megan kept catching herself glancing at him longer than she should — at his confident movements, at the dimple that appeared on his cheek when he smiled.
After dessert, the two of them went upstairs to Megan’s room. The door closed softly behind them.
“That’s a beautiful dress,” Aaron remarked, nodding toward the white garment bag hanging on the closet door.
Megan smiled, a little shyly.
“The groom isn’t supposed to see it before the ceremony — bad luck. But you… you can take a look. You’re almost family.”
They sat down at the table. Megan opened her laptop, and an interactive floor plan of the restaurant appeared on the screen, complete with table arrangements and the guest list. Aaron moved his chair closer, their shoulders nearly touching. The soft glow of the screen lit their faces.
They began going through the seating plan. Aaron pointed at the screen with his finger:
“Your parents go here, at the head table. Mine sit opposite them. Aunt Sophia should be placed farther away from Uncle Mark — they’ll start arguing again. Your girlfriends from the bachelorette party can sit by the window — they’ll have a good view and it’ll be comfortable for them.”
Megan nodded, occasionally correcting him. They moved names around on the digital chart, discussing who got along with whom and who needed to be kept apart. The conversation flowed easily. Aaron slipped in light jokes — about the eccentric cousin who would probably dance on the table, or the bouquet toss tradition. His voice was warm, with a pleasant rasp, and Megan found herself smiling more and more.
Gradually, the discussion drifted away from the practical plan.
“Tomorrow is your bachelorette party and David’s bachelor party,” Aaron said with a playful smile. “The last days when you’re still a free woman. No ring. No obligations. Just your desires.”
Megan laughed softly, but something warm flickered in her blue eyes.
“You’re too bold, Aaron.”
“I’m just reminding you,” he winked. “Show me how you’ll look in that dress. I want to imagine you as the most beautiful bride in the room.”
Megan bit her lower lip, then nodded.
“Alright… I’d be happy to try it on again. But turn around first.”
Aaron obediently turned toward the window. While she slowly changed, he kept joking — telling a funny story about how all the name cards had been mixed up at someone else’s wedding, causing chaos all evening. His voice made her smile. The white silk and delicate lace gently embraced her athletic figure, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and long legs.
“You can look now,” she said quietly.
Aaron turned around. For a moment, silence filled the room. His gaze moved over her slowly, admiringly, almost reverently.
“Megan…” he whispered. “You look stunning. I’ve never seen a more beautiful or captivating bride in my life. This dress was made for you.”
He stepped closer and helped adjust the lace on her back. His fingers brushed her skin — warm and confident, lingering just a little longer than necessary. Megan felt a pleasant shiver.
“Help me zip it up all the way, please.”
Once the dress was fully fastened, Aaron looked at her again and asked softly:
“Are you tired? Wedding planning can be quite exhausting. Does the weight of responsibility press on your shoulders?”
Megan nodded.
“Not too much, but… yes, it does a little.”
Aaron smiled and winked.
“Then I’ll give you a shoulder massage that will make you feel like you’re floating like a butterfly. I promise.”
Megan started to protest weakly:
“Aaron… that’s not right. I’m marrying your brother.”
He chuckled warmly.
“We’re almost family already. What’s there to be shy about? Just relax and trust me.”
Megan paused for a second, then smiled into the pillow.
“You’re right… Okay. But first, turn around again.”
Aaron turned back toward the window. Megan slowly unzipped the dress. The white fabric slid softly down her body, leaving her in nothing but thin lace thong panties. She lay down on her stomach on the wide bed, resting her head on her folded arms. Her athletic figure — slender back, firm round bottom, and long legs — looked incredibly seductive in the soft lamplight.
“Lock the door with the latch,” she whispered. “So my parents don’t accidentally walk in.”
Aaron clicked the lock and returned to the bed. His strong, warm hands settled on her shoulders and began a gentle but confident massage. Megan sighed softly with pleasure. His fingers worked the tired muscles, easing the tension of the day. Gradually the massage grew deeper: his palms moved down her back, smoothing every vertebra, then slid to her waist.
Megan lay with her eyes closed, quietly moaning. When his hands reached her legs — first her calves, then her thighs, and finally her firm bottom — her moans became softer, more sensual.
“You really do have magic hands…” she whispered hoarsely.
“Only my hands?” Aaron teased, a light provocative note in his voice.
Megan slowly rolled onto her back. Her full breasts rose and fell heavily, her nipples already visibly hardened. Her blue eyes were clouded with desire.
“Massage my breasts…” she asked barely audibly. “But this has to stay between us.”
Aaron leaned closer. His hot breath brushed her skin.
“You’re still a free woman for two more days, Megan. And besides massaging your breasts… we can do so much more.”
His palms settled on her firm breasts. His fingers gently circled the areolas, lightly squeezed and teased her nipples, making Megan arch her back and moan with pleasure. When his hand slid lower and confidently slipped under the thin fabric of her thong, he found her completely wet — hot, slick, and dripping with arousal.
Megan didn’t resist. Her thighs parted slightly on their own.
“The main thing… is that my parents don’t hear anything,” she whispered in a trembling voice.
She got up on her knees on the bed, seductively pushing out her appetizing, athletic ass toward Aaron. He slowly pulled her last piece of lace down. Leaning in, he gently kissed her wet folds, then ran his tongue over her swollen clit. Megan trembled all over, soft moans escaping through her bitten lip. He pleasured her skillfully and insistently, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy.
Without giving her time to recover, Aaron freed his hard, throbbing cock and carefully slid into her from behind. Megan breathed heavily, biting her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. He moved deep and rhythmically, gradually picking up speed. The first orgasm crashed over her in a powerful wave — her body convulsed, her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. Megan collapsed onto her back, breathing hard.
But Aaron didn’t stop. While she was still trembling, he roughly spread her long legs and entered her again — harder, deeper, with raw passion. His thrusts became strong and demanding. Megan moaned into the pillow. After about ten minutes of intense, passionate fucking, she came again — louder, wetter, completely surrendering to the sensations.
Aaron sped up, his breathing ragged, and with a low growl he came deep inside her, filling her with hot, thick cum.
They collapsed onto the rumpled sheets. Megan lay in a sweet haze of ecstasy, her body still trembling. Aaron leaned down to her ear and whispered with a light smile:
“Welcome to the family, sister-in-law.”
He dressed carefully, gently kissed her bare shoulder, and quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Megan remained lying there naked, satisfied, flushed and sweaty, with a pleasant heaviness between her legs and a faint, guiltily happy smile on her lips. Two days remained until the wedding… and she already felt truly alive.
