Melanie chooses Ashley

The scent of champagne wafted through the air as the bottle moved from Taylor to Rick, across to Emily, who finally emptied it with the last swallow. She dropped the empty bottle into the waste bin, and turned her focus back to Melanie.

"I suppose it's my turn now," Melanie said with an air of authority. "And I choose the bride’s sister."

Ashley and Alicia looked at each other, laughing. "Which one?" Ashley asked.

"You," Melanie replied, pointing. If pressed for specifics, Melanie wasn’t confident she could tell them apart, especially considering she was a little tipsy. She looked at Alicia, and said, "you got a lovely make out session with Em, so it only seems fair to give your twin a chance to play."

Alicia glanced over at Emily, who quickly averted her eyes, not out of embarrassment, just out of feeling vulnerable for remembering the details of their kiss.

"Okay," Ashley said. "I don’t back down." She stared straight back at Melanie. "Dare."

Melanie's eyes gleamed with mischief. "I get the sense that you’re willing to play. So I dare you to stand up, hold the sides of the car so your arms are out, and let Danny put his hands all over you for two minutes. Anywhere he wants."

A hush fell over the limo as all eyes turned to Ashley and Danny. Ashley's cheeks flushed slightly, but she maintained her confident demeanor.

"Is that all?" Ashley said with a smirk, standing up. "Danny, you ready?"

Danny's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and nervousness on his face. "Uh, yeah. Definitely."

Ashley moved to the center of the limo, where there was a bit more space. She faced Danny, and extended her hands out to brace herself against the interior of the car. "Whenever you're ready."

Rick pulled out his phone again. "I'll time it. Two minutes starting ... now!"

Danny hesitated for just a moment before reaching out. He started with Ashley's face, cupping her cheeks gently. His hands moved down to her neck, trailing over her collarbones and down to rest on her shoulders.

Alicia watched with interest, admiring the way Danny's hands seemed to caress every inch of Ashley's skin. She couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy as she imagined Danny touching her like that.

Ashley's eyes were closed, enjoying the sensation of Danny's touch. She let out a soft sigh and leaned into his hands, reveling in the warmth and pressure.

Danny's hands continued their exploration, moving down to Ashley’s waist. Although the car was crowded, he managed to maneuver around Ashley so that he stood behind her, his hands still on her waist. He pulled her body closer to his, and moved his hands around to her front, first touching her stomach.

Slowly, Danny worked his hands up Ashley’s body toward her chest. As his fingers ran over the fabric of her dress, he inevitably reached her breasts, and tenderly traced the outline of her curves with his fingertips.

Melanie smirked at Rick, who was still holding his phone up to time them. "I think we may need more than two minutes," she said with a sly grin.

"You said 'anywhere I want,’ right?" Danny said softly, his hands eagerly waiting just outside the boundaries of Ashley’s breasts.

"I did," Melanie replied. "Though Ashley can call quits on this whenever she wants."

"She’s good," Ashley said, her voice layered with both lust and humor, referring to herself in the third person.

Danny didn’t need another invitation. He moved his hands over the top of Ashley’s breasts and clutched her tightly, squeezing her through her dress. He kneaded her, rubbing her body vigorously, making sure to make the most of this surprising opportunity.

Ashley began to sway with the movement of the car, but conveniently also allowing her to lean her body against Danny’s, pressing herself into his hands.

While Danny kept one hand up on Ashley’s breasts, he moved the other down her front, past her stomach, and toward more intimate territory. "Anywhere I want," he whispered into Ashley’s ear.

She pressed back against him and responded, "I assure you, it’s me who wants it."

That was more than enough to set a fire in Danny’s groin as well, and as he pushed his body toward Ashley, he could feel (and imagined that she could feel) his stiff cock rubbing against her ass.

The sounds that came forth were soft moans that sounded like Ashley, and that everyone assumed was Ashley -- until it became apparent that it was Alicia, sitting, watching, and getting into the moment more than anyone else watching. Emily noted that Alicia had one hand in her own crotch, and while she wasn’t doing anything demonstrably prominent, she was giving herself a small version of the free grope that her sister was enjoying.

As all of this was going on, Jake couldn’t help but look around the group and discover that while Danny and Ashley may have been the primary show, everyone was not only watching them avidly (many with mouths agape), but hands were all intertwining with bodies. Phil and Staci were focused on each other, making out, while he had his hands on Staci’s breasts. Arthur was wedged between Alicia and Emily, each of the women with their hands somewhere on his body, softly rubbing him through his clothes. Rick and Taylor hadn’t slowed any of their mutual affection, with Rick now holding Taylor’s breast through her top and dotting the back of her neck with kisses. Melanie had her hands out in both directions -- idly resting on Rick’s leg to her right, and more actively stroking Karl’s leg to her left, her hand running far enough up Karl’s inner thigh to graze against his crotch.

Amidst it all, Abbie was mostly enjoying the show, but doing a little herself to stay tied to Jake, touching his leg, and wrapping herself up in his arm. If anything, Jake recognized that he didn’t need Abbie to give him any more than she was, considering how much they had already engaged in all weekend.

Staci’s voice broke the reverie. "Surely that’s been two minutes?"

Rick chuckled as he partially disengaged from Taylor. "I clearly wasn’t actually timing anything. It might have two hours for all I know."

Danny’s hands froze in place mid-grope, torn between wanting to continue touching Ashley’s firm body and hearing her sister say that time was up.

"Aw," Ashley groaned, voicing exactly what Danny was thinking. "Why you gotta spoil this, Stace?" She took a deep breath and sighed, still holding her position in the limo, arms up, and not actively moving away from Danny’s grip.

"Did you just plan to stand there all day with your brother-in-law’s best man’s hands all over you?" Staci said with a scolding tone.

"Maybe?" Ashley teased. "Feels pretty good."

"I bet it does," Alicia muttered, blinking slowly.

"Okay, okay," Staci said, patting Phil on the thigh as if to signal it was time to move on. "I think that's enough excitement for now. We're almost at the marina anyway."

Right on cue, the limo began to slow, the scenery outside the windows changing from busy streets to a more serene coastal view. The game forgotten, everyone began to peer out the windows, eager for their first glimpse of the yacht.