Wedding prep

The next few months were a blur. Not only did we have a lot of wedding planning to do, I also got a job and we had to start looking for a place to live. The girls divided some of the work up between my brother and I, and we did our best to complete our tasks as satisfactory as possible.

We ended up renting apartments right next to each other in a very nice complex.

Then, somehow, i got stuck taking Amy dress shopping. Climbing in the car with her may have been one of the most awkward moments in my life. Here was my brother's fiance, who was secretly carrying my baby. It was the first time the two of us had been alone since the night of conception. I had no idea what to say.

"Are you excited?" she asked.

"I guess," I mumbled.

"What is wrong?" Amy asked.

"I think you know," I said. "How could you do that to me?"

"I didnt hear you complaining when you were fucking me," she said. "You were busy moaning and playing with my nipples. How the hell did I know you were packing super sperm."

"I thought you were Kate!"

"Did you really care?" she asked. "Tell me it didnt feel good, or that you wouldn't do it again."

I couldn't say either, and she knew it. We drove the rest of the way in silence.

We arrived at the guest shop and the very stereotypical grey headed, gay host showed us to a room. Amy told him what she was looking for, and he rushed out. A few moments later he returned with an arm full of white dresses, which he hangs on a rack.

"Use the courtesy phone on the wall when you want me to return," the man said and left, closing the door.

My limited experience with wedding dress shops before this had been come from television or movies, where they worked just like the fitting rooms at Walmart or any other department store. You had a small curtained off area where you tried on the clothes.

Not here.

Amy turned to face me and peeled off her t-shirt, then unbuttoned her jeans and let then fall to the floor. She stood there smiling in a white, lacy thong and matching bra.

"I forgot, I wanted to see if you liked the wedding/honeymoon lingerie," she said. She turned to show me her ass, then turned back to face me. "Does it look good? Do you think he will like it?"

"It...uh...yeah, it looks good," i managed.

One by one she tried on the dresses, and I did the best I could to hide my erection, which grew ever time she slid into and out of another dress. When she had tried them all on she grabbed the phone and called the bost back.

She told him a little more of what she was looking for, and he nodded.

"I think I have exactly what you want," he said. "It is fabulous. But...you know...everyone says its bad luck for the groom to see you in your dress before the wedding."

"Screw tradition," Amy said. "I want to find a dress that gets him so turned on he will barely make it through the service without ripping it off me."

He turned to me and ran his eyes down my body.

"Oh, it looks like he is really enjoying them so far," he said with a giggle. "I have just the one!"

He rushed out and came right back with another dress. He handed it to Amy and his eyes went back to my crotch.

"Enjoy, baby," he told me and left.

"Oh look, this one has a built in bra!" she said, and suddenly she unfastens her bra and drops it on top of her clothes.

I realized that i had never really gotten a good look at her breasts, just the short glimps when i had walked in on her. They were small but firm with big nipples.

I watched, unable take my eyes off of her as she slipped into the wedding dress. It fit perfectly and made her small breasts look huge. She admired herself in the mirror with a smile and then looked to me.

"What do you think?"

"It looks great," I admitted.

"It looks good, but..." she sqiurmed for a moment as if trying to adjust herself. "Can you help me out?"

"What can I do?"

"Okay...its embarrassing, but I dont think I can wear panties with this dress," she told me as she raised the bottom of the dress up. "Can you pull them off of me?"

I dropped to my knees. With the big mound of dress gathered around her, i had to get in close to even reach her panties. Close enough that i could smell her. As i slid the thong down, my face was just inches from her pussy.