Robin's Wedding Ch. 02

Author's Notes:

This series is about the continuing adventures of John and Robin.

The chronological order of the stories is:

Double Trouble -- Chapter 1 -- 7

Back Home for the Holidays -- Part 1 & 2

Robin's Wedding -- Chapters 1 -- 12

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This second chapter will feature many characters from the prior stories, but it focuses mainly on Jenny and Raine. Jenny was featured in Back Home for the Holidays - Part 1 and Raine was featured at the end of Double Trouble - Ch. 6.

Whatever your familiarity with my earlier stories, I hope you enjoy this one.

Warning: This chapter has references to sibling closeness but not actual incest. It also contains consensual rough play.

Special thanks to my editor, Todger65.

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Chapter 2

When Jenny met Raine

October 7

* * * Jenny Parker * * *

"Jenny!" I heard Robin call to me as I looked around.

Denver was beautiful in early October, the leaves on the trees turning gold, red, and orange.

I took off my shades as I slung my carry-on over my shoulder and closed the door to the rental. I had just, an hour earlier, landed at DIA and rented that SUV to drive to John and Robin's little house. I inhaled deeply of the cool crisp air that blew down from the mountains in the far distance to the West.

"Robin?" I asked, not quite sure from where her voice had come.

"That's me!" she replied as she walked out the front door and down the path to where I had parked. She was a beauty, her long flowing orange hair still ever present, billowing around her pretty freckled face. She wore a green silk robe and nothing else, her feet bare, I noticed, as she approached. She looked just like I remembered her.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked. It was a strange thing to say for it being the first time we had seen each other in ten months, but it felt cold to me, and I couldn't imagine walking around barefoot outside. It was in the lower 40s and, though I had left my coat in the car, I wasn't about to take my shoes off.

"No," she replied simply as she came up and pulled me down for a kiss.

In the ten months since we had met during the Christmas holidays, we had stayed close. We texted every day and facetimed on the phone or computer whenever we could. In the last few months, she had been bouncing wedding ideas off of me daily. So, I kissed her back. She was warm and inviting, her lips soft against mine. When she wrapped her arms around me, I cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her off the ground. I was concerned for her feet.

Robin moaned into my mouth as we kissed, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her warm breasts pressed against my own, my nipples hard in my shirt. I liked wearing a man's dress shirt with a vest as part of my style. I usually kept the top several buttons unbuttoned when it was warm, but it was buttoned up against the cold on that day.

Breaking the long kiss as I began walking toward the house, she looked at me with wide eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled at me as she glanced down and back up. "You're strong!" she declared.

I laughed. "I told you those martial arts classes were paying off. My balance and strength are better than ever," I explained. That was in addition to all of the cardio I had been doing at the gym. I had been busy and on sort of a "health kick" in the last little while.

Setting her down lightly on her feet just outside the entryway, I stepped into her house. It smelled of vanilla and, well, sex. I have a very keen nose and I detected, as few others could, the scent of cum and pussy juice under the thick vanilla. That was really no surprise to me, knowing John and Robin as I did.

"Oh, God, Jenny! It's so good to see you," John, my brother, declared, as he came toward me from the kitchen on the far end of the small house.

"There's my little brother," I said with a smile. He grew more handsome every day, his short black hair and piercing blue eyes a sight to behold, and I loved him dearly. As he took me in his arms and kissed me, I kissed him back firmly. There was no need to hide our love because Robin knew everything, and it was just the three of us there.

John spun me around in his arms as his tongue danced with mine. He was a lot stronger than when I last saw him. I surmised that he must have started working out; inspired by me, no doubt.

When he set me down and broke the kiss I said, "It's good to see you too."

Robin and John laughed at that.

Making sure my long black hair was still neatly arranged in my big poufy ponytail at the back of my head, I asked, "You two ready to do this?"

"Fuck yeah," Robin said as she closed the door and pulled her robe off of her pretty pale body.

I took in the sight of her for a moment, her beautiful full breasts, her flat pale stomach, and the little tuft of orange hair above her pink slit. Yes, she was a beauty alright. I smiled and said, "I need to freshen up before we do that. I was talking about getting married."

"Oh," Robin said. She was a little embarrassed but not so much that she blushed, or even put her robe back on. "I thought you meant -"

John interrupted her and said, "We all know what you thought she meant."

We all laughed, even Robin. She was not the sort to take offense at something like that. She seemed very comfortable with her sexuality. I really admired that about her. She had helped me a long way toward being comfortable with mine, but I still had a way to go.

"Yes," Robin eventually said. "I've got the whole thing planned out. It's going to be like no wedding anyone has ever seen before."

I knew many of her plans and I had to agree that they were quite ambitious and daring. I only wished I could have been part of the wedding party, but I realized that Robin probably had many closer friends than me. Still, I was happy to help her with my advice over the prior few months.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention that, even though our friends here in Denver are pretty open, I'm not sure how they would feel about you fucking your brother," she told me, standing there completely nude and completely comfortable.

I gave her a wry smile and said, "We're used to keeping our relationship on the DL."

She took my hand and looked up at me. I was a few inches taller than Robin. She said, "You know I'd love to have you as a bridesmaid, but you know my plans for the wedding make that..."

"I understand," I assured her. I did. I knew what her plans were, and I didn't want my presence to cause any sort of issue for her. I felt remarkably close to her, as her own person and not just as my brother's fiancé, so I had no intention of causing her any sort of issues at all. "So, what's the plan for me? You told me not to worry about getting a hotel, but you didn't tell me where I was going to stay."

Robin nodded. She said, "Well, my mom is rich and she's going to stay at a hotel, but your parents aren't. They are going to stay with us. They're supposed to be here in a few hours. So, my friends have stepped up and said that they would help out. You'll be staying at Raine's apartment with her."

I was a little disappointed at not being able to stay at their house for my trip, but I understood the position they were in. They needed to shield our parents from their lifestyle and putting them up with their friends was not an option. They couldn't afford to foot the bill for my parents to stay in a hotel either. "Raine's really okay with my staying with her?" I asked.

"Of course, she is," Robin replied. "Besides, I think you two will really get along well. You are so much alike in some ways, but yet so opposite in other ways."

"How so?" I asked. I didn't quite understand what she was getting at.

She smiled that evil little smile she has and said, "You'll see."

I rolled my eyes and took a big sigh before admitting, "Okay, I trust you." I did trust her. I had always found Robin smart, reliable, and trustworthy. If she thought Raine and I would get along, I was willing to take her at her word.

"Good," she said as she put her hand behind my head to pull me down to her and kissed me.

I let my hands fall to her firm bare ass and gently squeezed. Her warm skin was so smooth, and her ass was very firm. I pressed my tongue deep into her mouth as we kissed; she tasted slightly of mint and smelled of vanilla. My pussy flowered open in my jeans with anticipation; I was so horny.

A horn sounded outside. Startled, Robin turned, her orange hair flying around her head, dashed to the door, and peaked out the window carefully, given that she was completely nude. "Oh shit," she muttered. Then she turned around and announced, "Your parents are here."

"What?" John asked. "Their flight from Houston was delayed and they weren't supposed to be here for another three hours."

Though our parents lived in Louisiana, to save money they drove to Houston and took their flight from there. I was a little skeptical as to how much money they were actually saving by doing that. Also, I was a little curious as to whether they rented a vehicle or took a cab, but that wasn't my main concern at that moment. "Shit!" I exclaimed.

Robin grabbed her robe off the floor in one smooth movement as she walked away from the front door. She told John, "I'll go throw something on and Jenny needs to freshen up, so you can go greet them."

"I'm on it," John said as he headed for the door.

Robin came up to me, kissed me, and softly told me, "I was so looking forward to getting reacquainted."

I gently cupped her beautiful freckled face with my hand and told her, "I brought my strap-on specifically for that very purpose."

She smiled and shook her head. "That's exactly what I wanted." She sighed and said, "Maybe after the wedding." Then she headed to the bedroom, murmuring to herself, "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

Money was tight for me, as usual, but still, I found myself wishing that I had made a trip to Denver sometime in the last ten months; a trip with the sole purpose of fucking the shit out of my brother and his new bride-to-be. Oh well.

I wasn't quite ready to meet my parents and I needed to pee anyway, so I headed to the bathroom as John opened the front door and headed out to greet them. It wasn't hard for me to figure out that the bathroom was beside the bedroom because the house was that small. It had a bedroom that Robin had just entered, a living room in the front, a kitchen in the back, and I saw a computer in the other open room. That left me one door to choose from and if it wasn't the bathroom, we were about to have a mess on our hands.

After I peed, I looked in the mirror. I still looked presentable. Of course, I wanted to be sure my mom could see my latest tattoo. I hoped she would say something about it. It was warm in the house and so I changed out of my shirt and vest, pulled my black tank top from my bag, and put it on. The shirt read "Inked and Awesome" in big white letters on the front. My big tits were firm enough to not need a bra, so I usually didn't bother. I could just make out the barbells that pierced my nipples through the thin material.

I heard my parent's voices through the door as well as John's. As I listened, I heard Robin emerge from her bedroom and greet them. I waited for a lull in the conversation and opened the bathroom door. They were standing in the living room and all heads turned to look at me as I walked toward them.

"Jenny!" Dad exclaimed as he came around the couch to greet me.

I was a daddy's girl. I loved him and he loved me without condition. Nothing I ever did seemed to shock him. "Good to see you, Dad," I said as I gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

I looked at my mother and she had a look of horror on her face. She said, "Is that another tattoo?"

When I had visited Louisiana for Christmas, I had ten tattoos, but I had added two more since then. I had the chain and wire tattoos on either ankle, the butterfly on my right shoulder blade, the red dragon on my right upper arm, the infinity symbol on the back of my neck, and my tribal "tramp stamp" on my lower back at that time. I had since added a beautiful tattoo of flowers on my left upper arm and a bright red lipstick kiss mark tattoo on my right ass cheek. "Yes. Aren't the flowers pretty?" I asked her as I turned my left arm toward her to let her get a nice view of the new brightly colored flower tattoo. I wasn't going to drop my pants to show her my other one.

"Why do you do this to your body?" my mother asked me with a pained expression on her face.

I loved my mother, but I also couldn't stand her. I wanted her approval but knew I'd never get it, so I, instead, did things that I knew would irritate her, which made me both happy and, secretly, sad at the same time. It was, I suppose, a typical dysfunctional relationship. I smiled at her and walked up to her. I gave her a hug as I said, "Because I like it."

She hugged me back but had a frown on her face when we were done. She said, "Well God thinks it's a sin. The bible says, in Leviticus 19:28, that you are not to tattoo yourself."

I got a little angry at that and said, "It also says that you can only eat stuff from the water that has fins and scales. I'll stop getting tattoos when you and Dad stop eating crawfish!" I knew that would never happen because Dad loved Mom's crawfish etouffee and they both attended, or held, half a dozen crawfish boils every year.

Mom opened her mouth to answer. It looked for a minute like she was going to go ahead and swear off crawfish just so I didn't get another tattoo. Her face went a little red.

Before she could decide if that was something she was willing to do, Dad said, "Well that's never going to happen."

John and Robin laughed at that.

"Can I get someone something to drink?" Robin asked everyone, trying to change the subject.

"I'll take a Dr. Pepper, if you have it," I replied as everyone else demurred. I knew that John loved the stuff and so the likelihood of there being some in the house was good. After Robin nodded and headed to the kitchen I said to my parents, "So, how do you like John and Robin's little love nest?"

"It's pretty small," my dad replied.

Mom was still flustered, and I could see that my referring to their house as a "love nest" was a good reminder to her that her little boy was "living in sin" with his future wife. Finally, she said, "It's very nice."

To egg her on, I said, "You know, I'll bet there's been a lot of fun had in that bedroom. Robin looks like a fiery one, don't you think?"

"Jenny!" John chided me. This was putting him in my mother's crosshairs, and he wasn't too happy with it. Admittedly, I was about to stay somewhere else while he was stuck living with the aftermath, but I couldn't help myself.

"I'm just saying," I said as I waved my hand, turned, and took the bottle from Robin, back from the kitchen just in time. It was cold. I opened it and as I was about to take my first sip, I added, "Robin is a woman of many talents."

Robin hadn't heard the conversation so looked a bit confused. "Many talents? What's going on?" she asked.

John laughed even though he was irritated with me because he didn't want our mom thinking too hard about him and Robin living together.

After I swallowed a good long drag of Dr. Pepper, I put the cap back on and said, "I was just telling my mother that you must be very talented in the bedroom for John to have you move in and create this little love nest." I knew very well what Robin's talents were, but I was trying to embarrass my mother.

Before Robin could respond, my mother stepped between us and gave Robin a hug. She said, "Well, I for one, am glad that Johnny has found a woman he wants to marry. I've never seen him happier. I'm grateful that at least one of my children is finally getting married."

I was stunned. My mother had turned the tables on me like I had never seen. I didn't know what to say. "Me too," I said as steadily as I could, waving my hand as if my mother had not gotten to me at all. I turned away from her, so she didn't see my face and I, as cover, gave my brother a hug.

As for my situation, I had not met anyone that really got me. Every man I met was either intimidated by me or wanted to dominate me. Every woman was scared off by how passionate I became. John and Robin, my brother and his fiancé, were the only people who even came close. Robin was delightful but there was no way I would ever try to take her away from John and marrying my brother, whom I loved much more than a sister should, was, unfortunately, not an option. So, I was still looking.

Mom called to me, pressing her advantage, saying, "You know, Jenny, maybe if you covered up those tattoos to let a man get to know you before he saw them, you might be able to be as happy as our Johnny."

When my feelings are hurt, I don't cry, not in front of my mother. Instead, I get angry. I turned on her. I was going to blow the lid off of John and Robin's little house. In that moment I didn't care about the consequences. I said, "You know what? I -"

Dad cut me off as he loudly said, "That's quite enough from the both of you! We are here for the happy occasion of John and Robin's wedding. It's not about you!"

It had been years since I had heard my dad speak like that and I was drawn up completely short. Reflexively I said softly, "Sorry, Daddy."

Mom nodded and said, "You're right."

"That's better," Dad said satisfied. Then, turning to John he asked, "So, what's the plan, Son?"

John said, "Y'all are staying with us, like we discussed. Jenny just got in too. She's going to stay with a friend of ours."

"Thank you for letting us stay with you," Mom told Robin.

"It's no problem," Robin replied. "Money's tight for everyone, except my mom who's paying for the wedding, among other things, so we understand," she added with a smile. "We're just glad you could be here."

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Robin had punched Raine's address into my phone, and I was following the navigation to her house. It took me about half an hour to get there. It was in Arvada, a suburb of Denver, somewhere closer to the mountains but still in the city. She lived in one of a set of duplexes with a small frontage road to itself off the main thoroughfare.

Robin had assured me that I would get along well with Raine, that she had told her all about me, and that she was anxious for us to meet each other. I didn't know what to make of all that, but I was about to find out.

Parking in front, I grabbed my purse and my suitcase. Locking the SUV behind me, I walked up to the door and pressed the little button. When I didn't hear anything, I knocked on the door.

Within a couple seconds the door flew open as a woman, fitting Robin's description of Raine, sighed loudly and complained, "I said I was coming!"

I thought of a number of funny responses to that, one of which I would normally have given, but the comment caught in my throat as I looked at her. I was a bit stunned at how attractive I found her. Finally, I settled on saying simply, "Hi, I'm Jenny."

Raine was a little shorter than I, with pink hair, bangs, and flowing locks that fell about the sides of her face and down, past her shoulders, where they ended in purple tips. She was pale, wearing a base that made her oval face even paler and dark eye shadow to highlight her beautiful sparkly blue eyes. Her full lips wore a shade of pink lipstick to match her hair. The only blemishes on her smooth face were her eyebrow stud, upper lip stud, and side nose ring. I found her face to be very pretty and just my type.

"Sorry," Raine apologized. "I thought you were my damn neighbor," she explained, her tongue piercing barely visible as she spoke.

I was really taken aback as I looked at her more fully. Her pink tank top left her upper chest exposed which, while not as pale as her face, still supplied a bright contrast to the many necklaces she wore. The necklaces were short enough to give me a good view of her ample cleavage. Her breasts were the same size as mine and, by the way they swayed as she moved, I could tell that she wore no bra, and her tits were probably natural. Of course, the nipples denting the thin material also gave it away, and since they were oval instead of round, I surmised her nipples were pierced. Her bare arms bore the only visible tattoos, many very colorful ones decorating each; not sleeves and nothing on her hands, but various flowers and birds on her upper and lower arms. Her tight black pants highlighted her slim figure, ending in black flats adorning her feet.