His Dad and Older Sister at Breakfast

Still in shock from what Momma had just dumped in his lap, Jamie wandered out of her study and into the corridor outside. It still didn't make sense to him. He was just a boy, barely eighteen. He still felt like a child in so many ways. Now Momma already wanted him living with some other woman and...sharing her bed? His cheeks flushed, all those secret fantasies he'd secretly nursed about his wedding night rushing through his mind.

The hushed moments in his bed he'd spent imagining a strong, handsome woman tenderly carrying him into a hotel room strewn with rose petals, sharing champagne together while she told him how beautiful he was in his wedding dress. Then she'd gently strip him down to his pretty lingerie, her face alight with desire and wonder as she stared at his body for the first time, before taking his virginity and making him hers. The boy shuddered, a stiff erection tenting the front of his skirt. He bit his lip hard, trying to use the pain to distract him. Stupid dick! Why was it acting this way? He was a good boy, he'd never messed around with girls the way he knew some of his classmates had, but he just kept getting hard anyway and making him want to rub one out! For a few strained moments he stood there against the wall, panting hotly and trying to think of anything but what his new bride would want to do with him.

At last, that insistent throbbing between his thighs started to ease away, and he straightened on shivering legs. A hesitant glance at the clock on the wall told him he had a little time left before he'd have to catch the bus to school. With a sigh, Jamie stepped back down the corridor. Maybe he had time to grab a slice of toast at least before he had to leave. Smoothing down his skirt, the boy slipped through the door into the kitchen. Dad was there of course, bent over the sink and washing a bowl in soapy water, wearing his usual flowery apron and humming a wordless tune under his breath. Jamie paused in the doorway, staring at that familiar scene of domestic bliss. Dad always seemed so happy married to Momma, even as old-fashioned as she was. She didn't let him leave the house without her to escort him and was just as ready to punish him for anything he did wrong as she was their only son. Now his own marriage loomed, Jamie just hoped whatever wife he ended up with wasn't quite that strict.

"Hey there, little bro." A familiar voice from the table made him jump. Jamie turned to see his older sister, Belle, sitting there with a mug of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. She took after Momma, people said, with her blonde hair and ice blue eyes, but the freckles spattered across her cheeks and soft round nose reminded him of Dad. Belle was back from college for a few weeks of holiday, and having her around again had been such a relief for Jamie, until today at least. His sister was nothing like as strict as most older women, and she was even willing to stand up for him now and then when she thought Momma was getting unreasonable. Not that it helped much.

“Oh hey, sweetie.” Dad glanced up from his washing, waving a soapy hand at his only son. “Did you get a chance to talk to Momma?”

"Yes." Jamie murmured, glancing down with a little frown. It must have been obvious what had left him so confused, because Dad let out a soft little sigh.

"So, she finally told you, huh?" Belle sighed, scowling over the rim of her mug. "My little bro, getting married off to some rich hag twice his age he's never spoken a word to before. I knew Mother was old-fashioned, but this is just the worst." Jamie stared at his sister, mouth dropping open in shock. She knew, already? How did she know before him? And Dad didn't even look shocked either! Had Momma told everyone about this but the person who it concerned the most?

"Don't say that about your Mother, Belle, she's giving him a chance to pick, isn't she?" Dad waved a finger at her from the sink. Then he turned to Jamie, a warm, delighted smile on his face. "I'm so proud of you, honey." He cooed. "My baby boy, already going to be a husband to some very lucky lady. You're going to make her so happy, I know."

"Thanks, Dad." Jamie murmured. As much as he wanted to snap at his Dad for being so oblivious, he knew it wouldn't help.

"We'll talk a lot more about this later." Dad turned back to his washing, always the diligent househusband. "Just remember how lucky you are Momma's giving you any choice at all. My Mother certainly didn't. You'll want to think very carefully about what kind of woman you want to end up married to and how well you're going to behave once you are, Jamie. That's much more important than the things they teach you at that silly school."

"Yes, Dad." Jamie nodded absently. This wasn't the first time Dad had given him this kind of concerned lecture, but before today the thought of actually being married had always seemed so distant he'd never really bothered to care. Now it was right in his future anyway!

"Sit down with me for a moment, little bro." Belle waved him over with a hand, pointing at the chair next to her. Jamie shuffled forward, biting his lip. He liked his sister a lot. She'd always been so understanding and protective just like an older sister should be, but right now he felt so lost and confused he wasn't sure talking to another woman was going to help him at all. Her gaze followed him as he lowered himself into the chair, smoothing his skirt to make sure it didn't ride too high up. The worried boy raised his head, and found himself staring into his older sister's concerned face. "Sorry, Jamie." She murmured, softly enough that Dad humming by the sink wouldn't hear. "I tried to talk Mother out of this. We've been arguing about it for weeks now, but she just won't budge an inch. She wants you married to one of her friends as soon as she can make it happen, fuck knows why. Listen...if this is all too much for you, there's a chance to get you out of it. I'm heading back upstate tomorrow. If you hitch a ride with me, you can shack up in my dorm room for a couple weeks, long enough for her to realize treating you like this just isn't okay."

"Belle...you mean run away?" Jamie gasped in shock. That would be so naughty! Momma would be absolutely furious!

"Yeah." Belle nodded, her eyes darting to Dad for a moment before flickering back to meet his. "I know you've always done what she said, but this is your whole life we're talking about, little bro. This isn't the fucking Middle Ages. Boys nowadays should have a chance to at least choose a girl they actually like before they're married off, maybe even date a while beforehand to make sure they're going to get on. There's got to be tons of honest girls your age who'd treat you just right, the way a sweet boy like you deserves to be treated, but Mom just wants you to be some rich old hag's trophy husband and ****. Come with me tomorrow, and I can make sure that doesn't happen."

Jamie paused, stunned at what he'd just heard. His sister's offer rang through his mind. It was an escape from the marriage Momma had planned for him, but it meant seriously disobeying her for the very first time in his life. Was that something he could really do? She'd be so very mad at him. Despite everything, he did love his Momma and knew in his heart she was doing what she thought was right for him. She only wanted him married off right away because she thought it was the best thing for a boy. He'd heard enough of her lectures about the kind of trouble single men got up to over the years to understand that.

"I don't know...if I can." Jamie glanced down, his heart uncertain. It felt like an impossible choice. He wanted to get married, of course he did, and he wanted to be a good boy and obey his Momma, but...

"I get it." Belle smiled sympathetically, and suddenly her hand was on his shoulder. "It's tough. Boys all just want to get married, don't they? Listen, if you change your mind and decide you don't want this, just give me a call right away. I can be down here in a couple hours and take you back to my dorm before Mom even realizes what's happening."

"Thanks, Belle." Jamie whispered, starting to wish he was a little braver, brave enough to take the hand she was offering him.

"No problem, little bro." She gripped his shoulder gently for a moment, then let go, her hand sliding down his arm before dropping to the side. "Just...be careful what kind of lady you let Mom palm you off on. Choose a nice one who's gonna treat you right, okay? Or I might have to bust down her door someday and drag you right out of there." Jamie giggled at the thought, his mood already lifting. He was so lucky to have her in his life.

"What are you two chatting about?" Dad asked, glancing at them over his shoulder.

"Nothing much, Dad." Belle replied smoothly. "Just teasing my little bro about his wedding. You better make sure your wife to be makes me one of the brideswomen, okay?" She smacked Jamie lightly on the arm, but again her hand lingered there, giving him a short, reassuring rub of the shoulder.

"I'm sure she will, it's tradition after all." Dad replied, a delighted smile on his face. He'd always loved weddings, always bursting into floods of tears when one happened in the sappy soap operas he watched. Then he glanced at the clock and gasped. "Oh, Jamie, honey, look at the time! You'd better be off for school, right now, or you'll miss the bus again! I'm sure Momma doesn't want to put you over her knee the day she told you such good news, so run along now!"

"Yes Dad!" Jamie leapt to his feet, his poor butt tingling at the thought of the kind of smacking Momma would give him if he was late again. As he darted for the door, his empty belly aching, his gaze flickered back to Belle for a moment. His older sister smiled back, then raised a hand to her ear, making the shape of a phone. Jamie nodded hurriedly, understanding. He had a day to decide...but his sister was right here waiting if he did find the courage to run away from his wedding. That was a comforting thought, even if he wasn't sure he ever would.