Helping my sister-in-law get back at her boyfriend

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At last the day came for Kasey’s wedding. We hadn’t been sure if we’d be able to go, Erica and I, with Erica being a day past her due date for our baby. We’d both been convinced baby would arrive early, but it was still hanging on in there. We’d hoped, to be fair, that baby would wait long enough to allow us to go to the wedding. Erica had always been close to Kasey and since her fiancée had finally proposed after nearly 10 years, Erica had been so excited to go to her wedding. I was looking forward to it as well of course. I’d only seen Kasey a couple of times since mine and Erica’s wedding night, when Kasey had been part of the surprise Erica had given me in our bedroom that night. Thank goodness her fiancée hadn’t been able to get time off work that day and they lived too far away to make it for the evening!

There would be no repeat of that tonight of course. Kasey would of course be spending the night with her new husband, and with Erica ready to burst and tiring very easily, we’d be leaving early.

The day was lovely. Erica and I sat of the back of the church, just in case, while the rest of her family sat further forward. Of course, this meant that we were among the first to see Kasey as she came up the aisle. She looked truly stunning, her hair not dissimilar to Erica’s at our wedding, but in a flowing, plain gown. She must have had tall heels on, as she was usually exceptionally short, but today seemed only a bit shorter than Erica’s average height. She was still dwarfed by her husband of course, who is particularly tall at well over 6 foot. I couldn’t help daydreaming about my own wedding night, with Erica, her younger sister Alice and the new bride Kasey while the ceremony was going on.

Alice was looking fantastic today as well, wearing a patterned green dress which accentuated her breasts and was also showing a healthy amount of leg, with her ginger hair done long and straight today.

The Reception was also gorgeous, with all sorts of canapes and live music in a stunning venue. Luckily the weather held as well, which had been a worry as the day prior had seen torrential rain.

We sat with Erica’s family for the meal, her parents, her brother Alan and her sister Alice and her new boyfriend, Brad. I can’t say I was a massive fan of Brad, and from what Alice had been saying to Erica we felt it probably wouldn’t last much longer, but we all chatted pleasantly to each other. Erica and I weren’t drinking, as I would be driving home and of course Erica was pregnant, but the rest of the table were. Erica’s family were making the most of the free wine during the meal, and Alice especially, sat beside me, was quickly getting very tipsy as the waitress never allowed her glass to empty.

Erica’s mum and Alice both steadily got louder as the drinks went down through the meal, and Alice had to be laughingly shushed a couple of times during the meal. She took this a quite well at first from myself and Erica who made a joke of it, until Brad made the mistake of getting annoyed and telling her to, “Shut up.” I just about managed to persuade her not to yell at him during the speeches, but anger was clearly bubbling just below the surface. Immediately after the speeches, Erica asked Alice to accompany her to the toilets to calm her down. Brad wasn’t exactly flavour of the month with the family, and soon went to prop up the bar as we all moved to a table in the room set out for the evening.

I watched Brad for a few minutes while I chatted idly with Alan about football. He knocked back two drinks in under three minutes. Clearly this was going to be a bad evening for him. I couldn’t imagine the family being too impressed with him getting absolutely legless very early on, and from the look Alice shot him as she and Erica returned to the table after about ten minutes (and a third drink for Brad), he wasn’t going to last much longer as Alice’s boyfriend.

Erica sat next to me, with Alice on the other side of her, clearly smouldering. My wife leaned in to whisper to me. “I think you should look after my sister tonight,” she suggested. “You know, dance with her, help her have a good night despite that idiot.”

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