My waist looked absurdly tiny, and I was showing a lot of leg below the flowy little skirt. I spun, admiring my reflection, and then looked at the res...t of dresses on the hanger. None of them were going to compare to this — I was absolutely certain. I re-dressed and slipped back out, carrying only the grey dress. Stephen looked up from his phone, leaned against the wall, and gave me a startled look. ‘Rachel, you’re done already? You don’t need to hurry — I don’t mind waiting.’ ‘Thanks, but I. I then began to wonder if all this was for dad. She pulls her dress down and takes her bra off as well. What are you doing I ask? That's bothering me too she says with a smirk. Her nipples were rock hard and can be seen through her dress. Mom isnt going to like that I say. I put on a skirt and nice shirt. During dinner mom had to nudge dad several times because he was staring at her. That made me jealous i didnt know why though. After dinner we go up to my room afterwards. As we are sitting on. . I’m not ready for that yet. Prolly have a kid in a year...”“Nah. We talked. After her college...”“See? That’s what I couldn’t do. Not my thing.”“I understand. Still, we had a great time...”Giggle. “Sometimes several great times a night...”“Never complained, did I?”“Still can’t figure out how Jenn just makes you shoot in ‘er mouth...”“Dunno. Just works for her. Maybe that’s a sign...”“As good a sign as any,” she returned. “Good enough. Well, just checkin’ on you. Uh, big wedding?”“Heavens, no.. We hadn't gotten a chance to move my bed in but my sister had a queen so she said I could crash with her. The couch she had was tiny and leather so it wasn't nice to sleep on. I gladly agreed, I had been waiting for this forever. Before I go any further I should note that she wasn't really my sister, not my blood but I thought of her as my little sister. She came to live with my mom as a foster kid and was adopted into our family after her mother had lost custody at age 5. I had watched her.