Miranda and Carlos Cortez, siblings and soon to be husband and wife

TW: ****, Exhibition

Carlos was standing arms crossed in front of the priest, who pretended to ignore the groom's demeanor as he was reciting his sermon.

Miranda softly giggled. She knew it had always been a sign her younger brother was nervous since he was a kid, even though now that he was nearly six feet tall and had muscles all over the place it made him look irritated and intimidating. She couldn't exactly whisper into his hear, as she barely reached his shoulder, so she just gently rubbed his lower back.

"Relax," she murmured in a hushed tone. "I know you're not comfortable with so many people watching your ass, but... Well, it's a fine one, so at least they have something nice to look at."

Carlos grinned. He wasn't appeased yet, but at least his big sister and soon to be bride had managed to humor him. "Come on... You know it's not my ass that get all the attention." he whispered.

The young woman pretended to be shocked and surprised, but there was no denying her perfect hourglass figure covered by the thin layers of her white lace corset, garters, fishnet stockings and thong were a breathtaking view, even though her round butt was slightly more covered than that of her promised. God she was beautiful, the groom thought. Trully he had been blessed, to have such an amazing big sister who had always been lovely to him and had grown into a gorgeous woman and the love of his life. She had so much wits and energy, he sometimes doubted he deserved her.

"And also," he continued, "it's not people watching my naked ass I have a problem with. It's more about the fact that I have a raging hard-on because of you but I'm supposed to keep looking at el padre."

Miranda snickered, and Carlos could swear he had even caught the hint of a smile at the corners of the priest's lips. "Oh, yeah, I have noticed." she replied, her intense dark eyes glancing briefly at his massive erect cock. "How dare you cheating on me in thought so early in our wedding, with a holy man no less?"

The young man had to suppress a groan. He loved her, there was no doubt about it, but no one else knew how to tease him like she did. He took **** by gazing at her ample cleavage, left largely uncontained by her corset, her thin waist and wide hips, the oval shaped hole on her crotch giving him a perfect view on her neatly shaven pussy...

Shit, he had forgotten it was supposed to be a quick glance, and now his dick was twitching impatiently.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together and..."

"I do!" Carlos exclaimed, interrupting the priest. There was a short shocked silence afterward, so he looked deeply into Miranda's eyes. Lost himself in the admiration of her beautiful face, with well defined traits, high cheekbones, full lips covered in a dark lipstick and long curly jet-black mane. "I'm sorry, Padre, but I can't wait to take my wife, as you say."

The whole church bursted out laughing. Once everyone had calmed down his sister added "And for the record, I want to marry this goofball too."

The priest sighed, but he couldn't entirely hide his amusement anymore. "Very well. You may now fuck the bride."