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7. Ares

Why did Emma have to be my brother's new step daughter? Why couldn't she have been a guest or the help for fuck's sake? Anything but the daughter of the groom, my own brother.

And why, why does she have to be so fucking beautiful? So curvy and tempting. With her pouty lips and big blue eyes, she was every man's fantasy come to life. My fantasy come to life. I can't stop thinking about the sweet taste of her, the way her pussy gripped my cock like a vice.

I want her again. I need her again. But how can I have her when she's practically family now? How can I take her, claim her, make her mine when she's off-limits in every possible way? Archer would kill me if he knew what I did to her—defiled his soon-to-be stepdaughter.

I've always been the family fuck up and this would cement things in Archer's mind that I haven't changed. That I'll never change. And maybe I don't want to. Maybe I like being the black sheep, the wild child. The one who breaks the rules and doesn't give a fuck about the consequences.

I should walk away. Let her be. Leave her alone and try to forget about the one night we shared. That's what she wants, isn't it? But I'm a selfish bastard and I can't let her go. Not yet. Not until I've tasted her one more time.

My cock is still hard from meeting her in the supply room. I could tell she wanted me, even if she was trying to fight it. She could say no all she wanted, but her body betrayed her. I need to get myself under control, to get rid of this aching erection. I don't have long before I'm walking down the aisle with Emma. The maid of honor and the best man, a picture-perfect pairing.

I excuse myself to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. There's no one else here, the other men in the wedding party are busy preparing themselves. I lean back against the door and close my eyes, imagining Emma's hands on my body, stroking my cock. Her plump lips wrapped around the tip, sucking and teasing.

I pull out the tiny piece of fabric from my suit pocket. It's lacy and sheer and still smells like her. Like Emma. I breathe her in, the scent sending a wave of arousal through me.

I grip my cock, wrapping her stolen panties around it, stroking slowly. My hand is slick with precum. I imagine her kneeling before me, those gorgeous blue eyes staring up at me as she licks and sucks. My strokes become more urgent, the image of her on her knees burning into my mind.

I pump faster, my fist tightening around the fabric. It feels like she's here with me, her hands and mouth on me, bringing me to the brink.

My orgasm builds, the pressure mounting. I can't hold back any longer. I imagine her swallowing my load, her soft lips sucking every drop from me. My climax crashes over me, my release spilling onto the tile floor.

As I catch my breath, the reality of what I've just done sinks in. I'm fucking insane. Jerking off in the bathroom before my brother's wedding to his step-daughter I defiled a few nights ago.

I clean up and straighten my clothes, placing her panites back in my pocket, trying to ignore the guilt creeping up inside me. But it's no use. This is wrong, so fucking wrong. But I can't help myself. I'm a slave to my desires, and right now, I want Emma more than anything.

I head out to find Archer and the rest of the wedding party, determined to get through this day without breaking any more rules.

Archer is surrounded by his groomsmen, laughing and joking.

"There you are, man," Archer says, his smile fading when he sees the serious expression on my face. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just had to take care of something," I say, forcing a smile.

"Okay, well, we're almost ready to get started," Archer says, looking nervous.

"Good luck," I say, patting him on the back.