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Test Prep By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Five Gingerly down the steps he went, hearing each click of his stilettos reverberate loudly. He walked to the door, closing his eyes, pausing for a moment then straightened his dress and unlocked the latch. It took one last second to gather himself even though there'd be no running away, as they'd already seen his silhouette in the beveled glass sidelight approach as they waited patiently on the stoop. As he opened the door, he'd never forget the glow on Kenny's mother's face at seeing him, or the shock in Kenny's father's eyes as he softly smiled, greeting them. "Hi, I'm Tracey." Ryan gave a delicate wave. "Won't you come in?" "Oh my gawddddd Tracey. I am so happy to meet you, sweetheart," said Kenny's mother, hugging him and then air kissing each cheek. "You look absolutely stunning, honey." "Oh thank you Mrs. Stemler," said Ryan as she stepped back looking at him closely, holding each arm and staring into his eyes. "You look beautiful as well, and I love your dress. What a gorgeous color on you." "Oh my gawwdd Kenneth!" his mother said, squeezing Ryan's hand and looking at her son. "I love her already!" "See I told you she was really nice mom," said Kenny, standing there blushing. "Oh, and this is my dad, Tracey." "Of course. What a pleasure to meet you Mr. Stemler," said Ryan, kissing Kenny's father's cheek. "Thank you so much for coming to pick me up sir, and I can certainly see where your son gets his good looks from." "Oh she's a charmer I see, son," laughed his father. "I'm sure that's why you asked her out Kenny?" "Ricky," yelled his wife, playfully slapping her husband. "Behave yourself! She's obviously a doll. That's why." "I didn't mean anything bad by it! She seems lovely," he backpedaled. "I just meant you weren't what I was expecting, Tracey. Like a little different than any girl I've ever seen my son with? Kind of?" "Oh?" said Ryan, giving him a curious look. "Different?" "No I mean..." struggled his dweeby looking father. "Uuumm?" "It's ok sir," giggled Ryan, shrugging his shoulders and making a silly face, folding his lips. "You mean like he's never brought home a blonde before? Happens to me all the time?" "Oh she's witty alright," laughed Kenny's mother as Ryan smirked. "He means my son told us you were the prettiest girl in school and wow honey! No way we believed him." "Oh that's so sweet of you telling them that, Kenny," said Ryan, playing along then taking Kenny's hand and leaning over. "And lord knows there are so many prettier, but thank you." Just as the words exited his mouth, his lips softly touched down on Kenny's cheek and he knew he'd be ok out with the family. They were staring at him still in shock that their son could be out with a girl this hot, and he looked at Ryan like he'd worship the ground he would be walking on. Out the door they went as he walked holding Kenny's forearm before sliding into the back of the Stemler's Volvo as Kenny opened the door. He did his best answering every question, gabbing with Kenny's mother the entire half hour ride as they engaged in small talk he easily handled. When they got to the engagement party at the reception hall, he soon became one of fifty women dressed up for the occasion. Young and old, family and friends, he just smiled during every conversation, nibbling finger food brought around by waitresses, clinging to his date. "Wow little brother, I see you've outdone yourself this time," said a twenty something year old girl interrupting and extending her hand. "So hello Tracey, I've heard so much about you. I'm Francesca." "So nice to meet you," said Ryan, softly taking her hand and shaking it and then accepting her hug. "Congratulations, and I've heard so much about you too." "Thank you," said Francesca, looking him over with their hands locked. "Wonderful to finally see you in person, and trust me you're more the talk of our house these days." "Oh I doubt that," said Ryan, flicking his wrist. "I'm sure all the wedding details must be all your family is focused on. It must be so exciting!" "Ya'd think right? But not really," smiled Francesca, tapping his arm, winking. "Kenny's my mom's pet, so him bringing a date here might be even a bigger deal." "Really?" giggled Ryan, playing along and changing the subject. "That's hard to believe, and you look stunning Francesca. You're dress is to die for." "Well that's quite the compliment coming from such an obvious fashionista, so thank you Tracey! But look at you, wow honey!" said Francesca, touching her chest and then turning and tapping her brother. "Be a dear brother and run along to get me a drink please Kenny. Maybe champagne for both of us from the bar, ok?" "Sure," replied Kenny, leaning in and softly kissing Ryan before scurrying off. "Be right back, Trace." "So how cute are you two?" said Francesca, shaking her head. "So what shall we talk about Tracey? There's so much I'd love to know about a girl like you and my brother? Or did my mother grill you already about you dating her little pride and joy?" "Oh we had a very nice talk all the way here," said Ryan, getting a little defensive. "She did kind of ask me a million questions, but really her thoughts were all about you and the wedding. I can't imagine how excited you must be?" "Well very! And I guess that's good to hear that at least she's thinking about me, since sometimes she forgets what might be most important," said Francesca, rolling her eyes and then touching his arm. "Not that you're not Tracey and don't take this the wrong way, but girlfriends like you come and go. The kid is fifteen, and you are the older woman right, so who knows what will happen between you?" "Uuumm well," Ryan stuttered. "It's just one grade, and I'm not sure if either of us is looking to get too serious right now." "Good for you honey," said Francesca, breaking eye contact, looking at her nails. "And I hope you didn't take my remark personally, but of course you must know that every bride wants all the attention, so I'm sure you understand that right?" "Oooohhh? Sure, of course I do, and obviously you deserve it," nodded Ryan, flicking his wrist. "All I heard about on the way here was Frannie's this or Frannie's that from your mom. Just hearing about your dress and some of the detail you're planning seems amazing Fran." "Thank you, and it's Francesca to you if you don't mind," said Francesca, looking at him sternly. "Oh sure," said Ryan, a bit taken aback. "I just mean that's what your mom..." "Thank you, and now that that's settled," interrupted Francesca, walking behind him. "Let me get a good look at that hair. That's quite some amazing work, Tracey. Who's your hairdresser?" "Oh I'm kind of my own hairdresser," said Ryan, as she was inspecting it. "I'm a bit of the artistic creative type." "So you're telling me you did this yourself?" said Francesca. "Like alone?" "Oh well not exactly," said Ryan, wondering how to answer. "Oh I thought not," replied Francesca, a bit snippy. "So can I touch it? or will the artistry fall apart?" "Sure. Why not?" said Ryan, tossing up his hands. "There's like plenty of pins under there I think, so I expect it'll be fine?" "Yeah I figured as much," said Francesca, poking at it with her nail. "It is gorgeous, and obviously no one is doing this on their own anyway?" "Does it matter?" said Ryan, rolling his eyes. "Of course they're not." "Well to me it doesn't, and I mean the whole look is amazing, Tracey," said Francesca, lifting some curls and then tossing them down. "I have to give you credit, since obviously you pulled out all the stops to look gorgeous for my brother." "Oh yes! Thank you," said Ryan. "But it was really no big deal and my pleasure! Trust me, it took hours to look decent in this dress." "You?" said Francesca sarcastically. "I doubt it? You've got that girly blonde thing everyone loves, Tracey." "Oh thank you, Francesca," said Ryan, feeling complimented. "Although of course it's just my opinion, but should you maybe take it down a notch?" said Francesca. "I mean you do wear quite a lot of makeup for a teenager?" "Uummm?" sighed Ryan, not sure how to answer the snotty bitch. "Ok?" "Unless of course you're the just showy type?" snarled Francesca. "Which is fine, but I doubt my brother would attract that type, would he?" "Well?" Ryan mumbled before composing himself. "Did I insult you or something?" "No, I'm just making conversation with you, Barbie. I told you that you look gorgeous with your fancy fufu hair and glam dress," said Francesca. "Of course it may be a bit over the top for attending an engagement party for a girl you never even met before? But I'd never think you were the type that would try to steal any of the spotlight from the bride to be, would you?" "Of course I wouldn't. I..." Ryan defended himself. "Whatever? Like it would matter anyway?" snarled Francesca. "And forget I even made mention of it since obviously you're a bit over sensitive I see." "Over sensitive?" replied Ryan, completely appalled. "Exactly blondie, and aren't we all at times," said Francesca, rolling her eyes. "Anyway... if it makes my baby brother happy dating some diva, then I'm so glad you went through all the trouble for him princess. I mean I can't deny you do look beautiful, so enjoy my party, Tracey." "How's it going with you two?" said Kenny, returning with the two glasses of champagne. "Fabulous," said his sister as she walked by him taking her glass. "Everything good?" asked Kenny as she raced by him in a huff. "It's fine," said Ryan, rolling his eyes and taking his glass. "But I'm not thinking we're going to be besties." "What did she say?" Kenny asked, getting angry. "Was she nasty to you? She's such a fucking bitch lately with this wedding shit?" "Don't worry about it," said Ryan, tapping his arm. "I'm sure she's just really stressed out. It's no big deal." "No, if she was nasty then it is a big deal. I'm not letting her fuck with you like she thinks she can do with everyone," said Kenny, beginning to hurry off before Ryan grabbed his hand. "Hey," said Ryan, holding him back. "It's fine. Please chill out and the last thing I need is a scene. Trust me, I'm just looking to blend into the background, and I'm here for you. No one else." "You're right," said Kenny, leaning in and trying to kiss him. "You're amazing." "Uumm please, Kenny," Ryan pushed him back. "I don't think this is appropriate or the place for that." "Fine," said Kenny, leaning back in and kissing his neck, whispering into his ear. "How about we go get some air? I saw a nice spot we could go make out." As the words barely left his lips, he leaned in again as Ryan resisted another soft kiss, instantly pushing his lips away the moment they touched. "Oh I don't think that's a good idea, Kenny," said Ryan, pushing him back further and looking around, making sure they didn't cause a scene. "You're family might not appreciate us missing, and even more,so doing that instead of mingling with your relatives." "Fuck'em!" commanded Kenny. "You didn't get dressed up looking this hot to not enjoy a little taste of the Ken-meister did you?" "The Ken-meister," said Ryan, almost laughing in his face. "Kenny, uummm...I'm not so sure I did?" "Well then get ready for him anyway," smiled Kenny, grabbing his hand and turning away. "Oh crap!" yelped Ryan, being dragged away. "Please, easy. I can't move like that in these shoes." "Sorry, gorgeous," said Kenny, pausing and putting his arm around his back. "But I've been dreaming about nothing but kissing you all night, and I'm sure you've been doing the same." "Oh gawwddd," yelped Kenny as out onto the balcony they went, and then Kenny wasted no time putting his arms around him, looking into his eyes. "Please be gentle and we can't be out here long." "Of course we can," said Ken, leaning in and softly planting a kiss. "Everyone's here for my sister, so no one will miss me." "Of course they will," replied Ryan, having to accept the next soft kiss before pushing him back. "And uuumm... it's so windy out and it'll ruin my hair." "Well, we can't have that," said Ken, spinning Ryan away from the slight breeze and blocking the wind as he held him, kissing him again. Ryan quickly was out of excuses, as Kenny was looking to recreate the magic he felt under the bleachers, as this was certainly no nervous kiss like at Best Buy. Within a moment he was almost fighting him off as Kenny had him pinned back against the wall as he tried not to focus on what was happening as Kenny's tongue swirled inside his mouth. He already been kissed by more guys than he could believe possible, but then a welcome grunt allowed him to pop open his eyes and push back Kenny. "Aaahheemmm," said Kenny's mother, clearing her throat. "Kenneth?" "Oh hey mom," said Kenny, spinning around, seeing her like nothing was happening. "We were just like getting some air for a minute." "Yeah I see that honey, and now that your tonsils are cleared we have a few family pictures to do, please," said his mother, giving him a look with a smile on her face. "So I'll give you a minute to get yourself together and then please come right in." "I'm so sorry Mrs. Stemler," said Ryan, straightening his dress. "He doesn't need a minute. Go ahead Ryan, and don't keep your family waiting for even a second on my accord please." "Fine!" grumbled Kenny, rolling his eyes. "Stop! Behave! Let's straighten that tie and don't worry about me," said Ryan, straightening Kenny's tie and buttoning his suit jacket like a good girlfriend. "There, you look very handsome and it's so cute how your tie matches your dad's and your mom's dress. I love that, Mrs. Stemler." "And how your lip gloss matches his lips, too," joked his mother with a wink. "Meet you inside in one minute, but that you might want to also clean up before the pictures Ryan." "Oh jeez! Sorry," panicked Ryan. "This lipstick isn't supposed to kiss off, but I guess the gloss does." "Who cares," said Kenny, leaning back in, planting a soft kiss. "I've been dying to kiss you all night and I'm hoping we're just getting started?" "Stop it and get in there with your family," Ryan told him, taking a wipe from his purse and wiping his lips. "I'm here for you so it's not like I'm going anywhere silly, and just come find me when you're done. Now go, and don't rush please!" As Kenny hurried inside, Ryan opened his purse, taking out his compact and wiping any stray gloss from around his lips. His sister was right that his lipstick was still in place, as he then refreshed his gloss before checking his face. He fluffed a few curls in the small mirror before snapping away his compact and closing his clutch, walking back inside. He was this girlie girl seemingly adored by the boy's mother, gawked at by Ken's father and loathed by his bitch of a sister. In reality none of that mattered as he stood in the back, seeing them following the photographer orders, posing for pictures and then taking out his phone, exchanging some texts with his sister. "You ok back here?" asked Kenny, racing over at seeing him alone. "We're going outside in the garden for stuff now so I'm going to need like ten more minutes? "It's fine," said Ryan. "I was just texting my uummm.... brother and checking on some things. Take your time." "You're the best," said Kenny, planting a soft kiss. "But don't get your lip gloss on me?" "Me get it on you?" smirked Ryan, pushing him off. "Just go." "I will in a second," smirked Kenny. "Just one more." As Ryan rolled his eyes allowing Kenny peck a kiss, their lips were barely apart until a familiar voice startled him. "Tracey?" asked a woman, interrupting. "Aunt Rosemarie?" said Ryan, surprised, looking up and seeing his mother's sister. "Oh my gawwdd honey," hugged Aunt Rosemarie. "You look beautiful, sweetie?" "Uuummm thanks," said Ryan as she stepped back looking into his eyes. "What are you doing here?" "Well my fianc?e is related to Francesca's fianc?e. They are first cousin's through marriage," said his aunt. "But it's more like what are you doing here honey? I didn't know you were Kenneth's girlfriend?" "Oh?" said Ryan, glancing at Kenny next to him. "It's kind of recent." "Well then you've got great taste young man. All the boys love this one and she's a doll," said his aunt, squeezing his shoulders. "And you do make quite a cute couple!" "Thank you," smiled Kenny, reaching down, wiggling his fingers between Ryan's proudly. "My mom said the same thing." "Of course she did," smiled Aunt Rosemarie. "My niece is gorgeous, and would you mind giving us a minute dear to catch up on a few things?" "Oh sure," replied Kenny, leaning in and pecking a kiss as Ryan wanted to puke seeing his aunt watching. "I have to run, take some shots anyway. See you in a bit Trace." "How cute?" said his aunt, wiggling her face, teasing. "You're embarrassed to kiss him in front of me?" "Well no but I... I..." started Ryan. "I'm not judging, dear," said his aunt with a wink. "But you know I know you better than this silly front, right?" "Uuumm silly front?" said Ryan, not liking the sound of her comment. "Come on honey? Did you forget I've known you since you were a baby?" said his aunt. "I changed your diapers and wiped your ass dear." "Of course not, Aunt Rosemarie?" said Ryan cringing a little. "Good, then don't try to bullshit me please, because I know what's under that sexy dress, dear," said his aunt. "And I see right through all this makeup, honey! Through the entire sweet blonde facade!" "Oh? I wasn't?" said Ryan, wanting to die as he'd been caught. "This just kind of happened, and I didn't even expect to be here today." "Then why are you? And especially all dressed up like this? Obviously you didn't just snap your fingers and walk out looking like this, did you?" asked his aunt, folding her arms. "Well no," gulped Ryan, looking down at the ground. "Exactly, so let's talk turkey here?" said his aunt. "I love you as a blonde, but did the peroxide seep into your brain? And you do see how he's looking at you all clueless to what's he's dealing with here, right?" "Well that's the thing! Stuff just happened and I couldn't leave him without a date," Ryan said, backpedaling. "You have to understand I have a lot of pressure on me lately, and a lot of things happened that just seemed to be spiraling." "The only thing I see spiraling are youy curls, so calm down," giggled his aunt, shaking her head. "And I love your hair like that honey, and I don't want you stressing anything but your mother doesn't not know you're here, does she?" "Not exactly, and could you maybe not mention you saw me here to my mother," Ryan requested.. "That would be a whole new issue and could we just leave this between us? Please! I'd owe you big time, and I could explain everything if you really want me to?" "Could you? Really? And I told you to calm down, didn't I?" smirked his aunt, rubbing his arm gently. "What could you possibly say that I haven't already figured out, princess?" "I guess nothing now," Ryan answered, bowing his head. "A lot of what you see is all my mother's idea originally, but then some things happened that I can't even believe myself?" "Like that you turned out so pretty like this?" said his aunt, lifting his chin. "Kinda?" said Ryan, taking a breath. "Of course you did, and you were always pretty! Plus the woman is a freaking goddess, and you've always looked just like her," said his aunt, rolling her eyes. "Trust me, people will hate you their whole lives for that but again hold the bullshit please." "No but uuummm.... she did kinda start me down this path," Ryan exclaimed. "I swear and then of course the rest like being here with Kenny is on me. That I admit." "Yeah well she started me on the same path, or I'd still be a brunette," said his aunt, looking at her hair as she stretched a long strand outward. "I mean every freaking time I have to get my roots done I curse her for making me do all this maintenance, but then when I see how men look at me? Well I know the good ones prefer blondes, even if I'll never turn out like she did." "Wait what? You're talking about hair and not...?" asked Ryan, looking up at her confused. "Not what Tracey? Thank gawwdd you're so pretty my love!" said his aunt, confused, slapping her forehead. "Yes I'm talking about hair for the moment, but I'm talking about men! Oh jeez! Well really I'm mostly talking boys, and you sneaking out again plus even worse you leading this cute boy on." "Ooooohhh?" gulped Ryan. "Don't play stupid with me, and you're blonde now but not that blonde. I'm your aunt, and not one of your boy toys that you bullshit," his aunt lectured. "Now I know you've been out with more hunks than I'd like to accept, but do not lead this poor boy on. You fuck this up now that I'm engaged to his rich future cousin in law and the jerks dumps me, then I'll rip those ringlets from your pretty head. We clear now or should I spell it out a different way." "Crystal clear, Aunt Rosemarie," said Ryan, half relieved and half scared shitless. "Good girl. So don't fake a kiss again, and you will at least keep dating this cute boy until I'm on my honeymoon sipping a Pina Colida on the beach," said his aunt. "Understood, young lady?" "Yes," nodded Ryan with a smirk, knowing he could claim Tracey was there if it ever came out. "Good, then all this wonderful girl talk and you being here will stay zipped up," said his aunt, making a zipping motion across her mouth. "But regardless I've been meaning to call my cousin, as we didn't really get to talk last week about a few interesting things but you know your mother. She's always on the go." "I know," said Ryan, jumping right back into character confidently as Tracey. "You know how she is?" "Exactly, so how is she then?" Questioned his aunt, squeezing his hand for a moment. "You know with everything with your brother?" "Oh my brother?" said Ryan, softly squeezing back before he let go. "He's fine. He's probably just home playing video games and stuff." "Good, because it can be a lot on a family and that makes me feel better. Ryan's always been one of my favorites," Reasoned his aunt, touching her chest. "And funny thing I was about to call her about my fianc?e's niece, Chelsea. That's her over there. The ginger in the burgundy dress." "Oh, the redhead?" said Ryan, staring at her. "Wowwww." "Yes! Isn't she gorgeous?" said his aunt. "I know your mother would love her, especially with her background. She's just won another pageant, and I'm not sure if you subscribe to it, but she was in last month's teen vogue." "Really? I know it of course!" said Ryan, unable to take his eyes off her. "I'm sure there's a copy in our house as you know my mother, but what does this have to do with m--... I mean my brother?" "Oh nothing except I was dying to hook her up with your brother," said his aunt. "The girl just seems to meet nothing but jerks, and the wrong types. She's been crushing on him ever since she saw his picture on my fireplace. She even asked me to text it to her." "Seriously?" asked Ryan, trying to stay calm. "Her? A model?" "Of course the boy's absolutely adorable, so it's a shame because I would have loved to match them up, but it's just part of society these days," Reasoned his aunt. "You make sure to let him know we certainly don't love him any less and support him." "Ok?" said Ryan, giving her a confused look. "But why would you?" "Do you not know?" "Know what?" Ryan asked. looking at her crooked. "Oh mmmmy gawwddd! I'm so sorry, and please do not tell I'm the one that spilled the beans," said his aunt, holding her chest. "Sometimes those closest are the last to know and I guess I'm really the dumb blonde now." "Maybe the peroxide did seep into my head, aunt Rosemarie?" said Ryan, confused. "I really have no idea what you are talking about? Spill what beans?" "Sweetheart ok! Ok! Oh gawwdd." His aunt took a big breath, exhaling. "Wheewwwww. Here's the thing Tracey. I guess I realize now that your mother is not even talking about this yet, and maybe even to anyone but you see..... Well I know you know that I own a chain of lingerie stores, and just recently one of my managers helped your mother buy a few very special things." "Ok?" said Ryan, perplexed then not wanting to hear about his mother in lingerie. "And maybe I should not know what stuff my mother buys anyway? Like maybe keep that between her and my dad would be better, and leave this out of our girl talk, ok?" "Yeah not what I mean, princess! I'm saying she bought things like little breast forms, special bras and a specialty panty called a gaff," said his aunt. "Things that boys wear when they want to spend time looking good, like well.... Like you do. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this Tracey, but she brought them for your brother and your brother is gay." "Yeahhhh... no I don't think so, Aunt Rosemarie," giggled Ryan. "No sweetie. I know it's a lot to take in, but she told my manager she was buying them for her son, and had all his measurements so he'd be sized properly," said his aunt, pulling him in, hugging him. "Now you'll need to be supportive like your mother is already obviously and I think if you really think about it, you've probably always known anyway." "Known?" said Ryan, pushing back. "No way." "Honey, of course you have," said his aunt. "The boy grew his hair long, is frail and quite honestly has always been a bit on the delicate side. There's nothing wrong with that, and I kind of had the feeling with how sensitive he's always been." "I do not think he's that sensitive!" Ryan raised his voice. "Yeah of course you don't?" said his aunt, rolling her eyes. "Because that trait doesn't run in our family, does it?" "Well," sighed Ryan, knowing his sister was a drama queen. "But..." As he began speaking, his aunt put her finger on his lips and now shook her head, halting him. "But exactly Tracey, and shush. So I'm forgetting about the fact you're here like we talked about and you're forgetting I spilled the beans. You were never here, and we never talked so put this behind us," ordered his aunt, rubbing her palm into her temple. "Now go dance with that cute boy, and remember the fact that you will not fuck with his head until after you're his partner in my wedding party and I'm on the beach." "Dance?" thought Ryan, not liking any of this. "How could I even concentrate now after what you've told me?" "Get your head on straight young lady, and since when have you concentrated on anything except finding a good sale on shoes," said his aunt, annoyed, shaking his shoulders. "I'm talking about not pulling any diva bullshit and screwing up my wedding! Third time is a charm you know, and I don't need any of my little bridesmaids pissing off my new husband when I'm this close." "Ok, ok," said Ryan. "I'm just freaking a little about you thinking this stuff about Ryan." "That I can understand sweetheart, and that shows me you're more than just a selfish little bitch inside, but look at the bright side Tracey! If he's going down the path of meeting cute boys or doing some Cabaret, you'll have so much more to share," laughed his aunt. "But seriously honey, this is really important to me. I've struggled finding the right man long enough!" "Didn't you just get divorced like a year ago?" asked Ryan, completely annoyed. "Well ten months, and I'm not getting any younger, missie," winked his aunt. "And learn from me Tracey! First time for love, second time for money and the third time is for big money! ....who also happens to be much younger and with a big cock. It's a trifecta!" "Oh jeez," said Ryan, stopping her. "Too much information Aunt Rosemarie! Way way too much!" "Fine, but not all of us can be born to attract the hot ones with money like you should be able to when you're ready, so just be a good little bridesmaid and get back to your boy toy before I have to hear that I kept you away too long," said his aunt, giving him a nudge. "Now while you stick your tongue down his throat, I am going to go get a drink because gawwdddd knowns I need one now!" "Crap!" moaned Ryan, standing alone with two hands down past his waist, innocently grasping his clutch purse before he turned, seeing that Kenny was waiting for him across the room the whole time. He gave a soft smile towards him as Kenny waved and then hurried towards him as he stood there acting as cute as he could. "Everything ok with your aunt?" Kenny asked, looking over at her downing a shot at the bar. "Oh just fine," said Ryan, flicking his wrist and playfully giving him a tap. "We were just catching up. Why, you miss me?" "Yeah honestly, and you know I did," said Kenny, wiggling his fingers again between Ryan's. "I mean don't take this the wrong way but I kind of know you pretty well, and you seemed to be looking around a lot while you were talking... and well I was afraid that...." "That I'd be looking around? Or how about that I'd be missing you too?" said Ryan, pushing himself inside to accept what he had to do. "I came with you you know, and you're a great guy. You think I kiss just anybody under the bleachers?" "Well...." "Do not answer that," laughed Ryan, putting his finger across Kenny's lips. "Don't you dare if you know what's go for you, Kenneth Stemler!" "Yes, my goddess," teased Kenny, half bowing, being silly. "Now that's better," said Ryan, taking him by the hand and pulling him outside the room onto the balcony before turning and grabbing him by the tie, leaning closer. "Now shut up and how about you kiss off the rest of my lip gloss before I go use the little girls' room to make myself beautiful again for my date." Kenny leaned in, wasting no time as just that fast they began kissing with some intensity. As it got hot and heavy after their tongues entered each other's mouth, Ryan couldn't believe he had even initiated this himself, yet if he didn't want his aunt creating more issues he knew it was necessary. Somehow he hoped though she hadn't outed him in a different way to anyone but himself as Tracey, as he figured he could squash any of that chatter by talking to her himself as Ryan at a later time. He figured his mother would at least come up with some other bullshit story about buying those things, yet his brainstorms about fixing these things would soon be broken by something else awakening his against his dress. He pushed back from the long kiss and opened his eyes, needing a moment to not freak as he felt Kenny's hardness pressing through the fabric. He knew in reality this was normal, yet it didn't make it alright as he swallowed hard, needing to break the kiss. "We better go in now, ok?" said Ryan, catching his breath. "Ok, but just one more," said Kenny, touching Ryan's face, gently brushing his hair from his shoulders. "You're just so beautiful tonight, it's hard not to stop." Ryan gently nodded, having little choice, flattered yet grossed out as they softly kissed again. It was much more tender this time yet there was no way to avoid feeling the rock in his pants as they kissed for a few more minutes and then Kenny oddly pushed back this time. "Shit, meet you in a few, ok?" said Kenny. "I need a minute please." "Ok sure," nodded Ryan, a bit surprised. "I need to use the ladies room anyway." "Oh thank gawwddd! I mean I've gotta go to! That works," said Kenny nervously before hurrying off. "Yeah, I say it does, and about frigging time the dweeb is finally detached?" said a guy, surprising him from behind. "I mean do you ever come up for air, girl?" "Excuse me?" said Ryan, stunned. "Layton?" "Oh don't be like that Tracey, and you look incredible," said Layton, shaking his head. "I mean timing is everything sweetheart, and I've been waiting for a moment alone with you all night." "You have?" Ryan stared at him as the guy circled him, checking him out. "Stop playing with me! I know you have too, and now that my fianc?e and your little date are gone, we can finally pick up where we left last weekend after the frat party," said the guy, cuddling him from behind and kissing his neck. "Frat party!" gulped Ryan. "Us? Last weekend?" "Just chill, girl," said Layton, squeezing him tightly. "No one's out here and I was happy to see you caved and showed up tonight!" "Layton, are you nuts?" gulped Ryan, feeling his teeth softly nibble his neck, cradled in his big strong arms. "This is your engagement party, and your fianc?e is out there." "Yeah out there being a fucking prude," said Layton, touching his hair and kissing his ear. "Now come on. I'm only twenty four and I'm not dead." "And I'm only sixteen, remember?" Ryan answered with Layton's tongue in his ear. "So what's the big deal? and you were fifteen when we hooked up the first time, but who am I telling?" laughed Layton, turning his face and kissing his lips. "Now you've been quite evasive with your texts lately, but even if this is it before I get married, I couldn't just walk down that isle without kissing you again. Come on." "Wait! Holy shit!" gulped Ryan as he pulled him right inside a small room off the balcony. "I can't, Layton." "That's what you always say, but you always do," laughed Layton, closing the door behind them. "Now hurry up because we haven't much time you sexy bitch, and we were talking about doing something, daring. Something adventurous! So this is it!" "We have?" gulped Ryan, almost stunned. "Well this is it, and it's our private bridal sweet for the night, so one's coming in!" grinned Layton, touching his face. "And what could be crazier than right under that snotty bitch of a fianc?e's nose? In the room where they dress the brides on their wedding day! It's such a wild turn on." Ryan couldn't believe even Francesca's fianc?e wasn't off limits for his sister, as he was a bit mesmerized looking around parlor like suite he'd now been brought inside. Fancy embroidered cherry wood furniture, marble tables topped with elaborate silk flower arrangements and expensive tapestries made for an exquisite suite for the bridal party. Gorgeous glass cases showcased jewelry, tiaras, veils and slew of bridal accessories would set the tone for any nervous bride on her special day, but instead this room would serve as a temporary hide away from the party as Layton leaned in, softly kissing him. "You are out of your fucking mind!" said Ryan, breaking the kiss, looking around at the small private suite then thinking about how nasty she was as Layton leaned down, kissing his neck. "But then again you do have a point. And at this point? Fuck it and get your teeth off of my neck before I have some real explaining to do." Around he turned with a big smirk on his face, acting a bit of revenge for Francesca's bitchyness towards him as he kissed her fianc?e. He had kissed so many of his sister's boyfriends now it almost didn't matter anymore as he let Layton control the steamy pace and accepted his tongue well down his throat. It was the wildest, most sensual kiss he'd experienced to date, as into the wall Layton rammed him, almost breaking his back as a vase crashed down, yet their kiss never wavered. His biggest struggle was to control Layton's wandering hands across his ass and inside the open back of his dress, as next to go was a lamp as Ryan was almost knocked from his feet by the big powerful guy. "Go easy," yelped Ryan as he spun away, needing to catch his breath before Layton pulled him right back in, lifting him from his feet. "And please put me down." "This is easy next to last time we made out, isn't it?" Layton stated, placing him down on a sofa as the their kiss continued on a small love seat which felt a lot better than the hard wall. It was still wild and risqu? as they made out hot and heavy inside the private room, as it took quite the effort to keep Layton's hands off his chest. It was bad enough having them sliding across his legs and under the short front of his dress as he quickly wiggled his fingers inside Layton's to control his wandering hand. "Ok, I think we better chill out now," mumbled Ryan, trying to end it. "Won't they be looking for you soon?" "Like I give a shit," smirked Layton. "But I guess you're ready to move on then, knowing you." "Yes, please. That was wild but... Holy shit? What the hell are you doing?" yelped Ryan, realizing his hand was against Layton's dick with their fingers intertwined. "I..." "Relax, I know you can't blow me here as much as I'd love you too," said Layton, not letting go of his grip on his wrist. "I would?" gulped Ryan, feeling the rock hardness beneath his wrist. "I mean..." "It's cool, you freaking wild vixen! I know what we're dealing with here today, so?" said Layton, kissing him as he repositioned his hand behind Ryan's. "I'd never risk fucking up your makeup like last time, or blowing a load on that hot dress, but just a few yanks and a lick should do it. Now come on like you promised, because just looking at how damn hot you are I won't last long, and hurry up because you're right, we don't have much time." "No I..." Ryan began to say, hearing a zipper sound, realizing Layton had unzipped himself while controlling Ryan's wrist. It was impossible to believe that somehow with Layton's huge hand around his he was suddenly grasping his huge erection and couldn't bear to look as Layton cut him off from speaking, sticking his tongue in his mouth. It took just a moment for Layton's bicep to begin flexing as just that fast he was forcing Ryan to jerk him off. It was as stunning as it was disgusting, as he couldn't help but look down, breaking the kiss but that was his biggest mistake, since he first agreed to allow his mother to dress him. With his head tilted down for just an instant, Layton mistook his stunned gaze for Tracey's prior unbridled hunger for cock, pushing down on his neck. It just happened so fast, as in an instant he'd engulfed the head as Layton forcefully jammed it down. In his panic he tried pulling off, but that only made him jam it down again and much further, as he had suddenly bobbed up and down a few times. "What the fuck is wrong with you," yelled Ryan, breaking free as he slapped away Layton's wrist, jumping up. "UUUmmm...Oh shit, move," moaned Layton, turning as he spouted like a whale, showering the love seat with his juices. "Ohhhhhhh shit. Ohhhhh Tracey." "Huhhh," gulped Ryan, covering his mouth as he stepped back appalled, grabbing his throat. "Oh gawwdddd!" He was just moments from having a guy explode in his mouth, still dumfounded that he'd been inside him as he leaned back against the wall staring at his outstretched fingers, more grossed out than he could ever remember. He flicked his fingers, seeing a curly hair stuck under his nail and then threw it to the floor, trembling as Layton pulled up his pants. When he turned towards him after buckling his belt, he got up, coming his way as he zipped up before coming his way looking again to kiss Ryan as he turned away, disgusted. "Are you fucking crazy grabbing my neck like that and you almost shot that shit all over me!" said Ryan, turning his cheek. "Get me the fuck out of here?" "Oh, you're going nowhere, blondie!" said Francesca, standing there with her arms folded. "Francesca! How did you?" yelped Layton. "I just..." "You just better shut the fuck up and don't you move a muscle, slut," said Francesca, pointing at him. "I'll deal with you myself and did you forget I also had a key, asshole?" "Maybe? And please Frannie! It wasn't her, honey," said Layton, grabbing her hand. "It was me." "Stop being such a pussy, and just say you needed a blow job from the little slut," yelled Francesca, pushing him off her hand. "We both know it's true, and as much as I despise the little bitch, be a man about it!" "Well," "I'm not even sure what to say." "Maybe just shutting the fuck up would be better, and wipe up your mess," said Francesca, opening a drawer and tossing him a towel. "I guess we're even now." "Are we?" said Layton, wiping the love seat and looking up at her. "Yes," nodded Francesca, coming over and softly kissing him. "And it's not like I don't still feel bad after I fucked your cousin last weekend." "Well, that was on my mind," said Layton. "That did really bother me until now, and she was just there for the taking." "Of course she was! Look at her! The fucking tease," said Francesca, staring him down. "You trying to steal my man, bimbo? Was that why you came here for all along?" "No," gulped Ryan, petrified of her. "No, not at all." "Bullshit, slut," said Francesca, walking over. "I know your type too well." "Stop, honey," said Layton, pulling her back. "You know she's not that type. You just said it yourself." "Like I trust her," smirked Francesca opening a fancy bridal case. "Here, let's put this on you and you can take my place." "No," cried Ryan, putting up his hand as she extended a bridal veil. "I wasn't. I swear." "Not so tough now, are you Trollip?" said Francesca, yanking his hair. "Let's put it on you and don't fucking move or I'll pull out your hair by the roots extensions and all, slut." "Stop," yelped Ryan as it was suddenly atop his head. "Please." "Oh relax, I wouldn't ruin that pretty little hair flower," Francesca said as he felt the comb snap down, pinning it on him. "Because I'm sure staring at the dainty little thing on the back of your head is exactly what got off my boyfriend. You're such the dainty little slut, aren't you?" "I'm so sorry, Francesca," Ryan apologized. "Please, just let me take this off and...." "Oh, hey mom," said Francesca, snapping right back into her phony sweet mode, squeezing Ryan's arm as her mother came in. "Tracey?" said Mrs. Stemler, looking at him and then her daughter. "What the hell are you two doing in here, and why does she have your veil on, Frannie?" "Oh relax, mom," said Francesca, flicking her wrist. "Don't start with the superstition crap, and it's not mine. It's the same one but just the sample in the case. We were talking bridal hairstyles, and I told her how much I loved what she did with her hair with the rosette thing and all the curls under it, so I thought it might look amazing under my veil. She's such a doll so she told me if I wanted she'd be happy to try it. Isn't it stunning, honestly?" "Ohhhhh," said her mother, inspecting and turning Ryan around. "It really is, and that's so sweet of you, Tracey." "Uumm sure," said Ryan, rolling his eyes towards Francesca as she gave him a wink. "I'm here to please!" "Yes you are," mumbled Francesca, nudging him and whispering. "Aren't you, blondie? That could be the understatement of the year?" "Pose for me Tracey, and let's take a few pictures of it to show your hairdresser, Frannie," said Mrs. Stemler, snapping some shots. "I thought you were doing an updo, but this would be really pretty if we pull back the front and maybe modify it a little." "It would, right? I mean it would be a unique hairstyle you don't see every day," smirked Francesca, reaching under the veil wiping the stray gloss from around the rim of his mouth and then whispering into his ear as she circled him. "Even if what's under this veil is used by half the men I know." "What was that, dear?" asked her mother. "Oh nothing, mom," said Francesca with a fake smile, unclipping it. "I was just wishing we had a dress she could try on to get the full effect, but maybe some other time, right Trace?" "Uumm sure," replied Ryan, shaking his head a little as happily it was off. "But it's my mother that was the model when she was younger, not me. I'm just here for your family and my boyfriend. Oh and there he is! Thannk gawddd... I mean, hey Kenny." "Hey! There you are!" said Kenny, coming in and pecking a kiss. "I've been looking everywhere for you." "Oh well, your sister and I were just catching up on a few things," said Ryan, fixing his hair. "Really," said Kenny, happily surprised. "That's great, right?" "Of course it is," winked Francesca. "She's quite the girl you've got there brother, but give her a minute Romeo, because we needed to wipe away that pretty gloss you seem to like to share with her, so it wouldn't get on the veil and she was just about to run off to freshen up?" "You are such a..." Kenny was turning red. "A wonderful sister that's gorgeous, Frannie is, right sweetie?" said Ryan, interrupting and giving Francesca a look. "Now I've really missed you so much, but maybe I'll catch up with everyone after I go use the ladies room. I've been so caught up with your family that I still haven't gotten there." "Ok!" nodded Kenny, a bit self-conscious being kissed a bit more deeply right in front of his mother. "Good boy," said Ryan, smirking as he winked at him, hurrying to the ladies room. "Back in a jiffy, sweetie." He really did need to empty his nervous bladder now with the whirl wind of events as he scurried into a stall, locking the door. Just getting the dress off to sit on the bowl and everything down wasn't that easy, as eventually he sat on the stall not sure whether to scream or laugh at everything that had occurred. He called his sister, ready to spew his guts out to her now, really understanding how women manipulated situations. She was a good listener in general if he could get her on the phone, yet instead all he got was her voicemail as he recorded some of his angst. He knew anyway she'd be more concerned at what he could have done to her image or reputation as he dialed and left messages three times. On the fourth call, his frustration raged until finally he had to hang up as he heard other girls entering the ladies room. He took his time shaking, tucking and fixing his hose before he composed himself, leaving the stall feeling a lot better once they left as he walked to the counter. He could handle fixing his lips and touching up like his sister trained him, plus there was little rocket science involved in twisting some curls while he resprayed his hair. He checked his phone, seeing not a single text from her before tossing everything back in his purse and then took one last look, knowing he'd be heading back out to his date. It was a relief knowing both the party and his time as Tracey were winding down as he took one last breath, staring at his seemingly untarnished image through all this and then turned towards the door. "Tracey, right?" said a girl, coming in. "Hi! I'm Chelsea. My uncle is marrying your aunt." "Oh yes, she told me! We're so excited about it," smiled Ryan, happy to see her up close as they hugged then looked at each other. "So nice to meet you." "Oh please!" said Chelsea. "The pleasure is all mine, and I love your dress. Is that a Betsy Johnson?" "You know I'm not sure," said Ryan, looking down at it. "It's just something I threw on today." "You don't just throw on a Betsey Johnson, Tracey?" said Chelsea, inspecting him. "But a girl like you I'm sure I certainly don't need to tell that?" "Well, no? Of course not?" said Ryan, trying to figure out if that was a compliment or an insult before shaking off her comment. "So I hear you're pageant girl and a model! How exciting?" "Oh I'm not really a model, but maybe someday. Who knows?" said Chelsea. "I know a few influential types just like shooting me for their little rags in some fancy outfits, so who am I to argue. I love the fashion bus, you know?" "Well, I think you should be a model full time if that's what you want," said Ryan, really checking her out. "You're absolutely stunning, and I'm sure the boys must just love you?" "Not like they do you?" joked Chelsea, taking out her lipstick looking in the mirror, lining her lips. "Or so I hear? "Excuse me?" said Ryan getting angry as she was rubbing her lips together. "Oh, it's not like that, Tracey?" said Chelsea, Flicking his wrist. "Trust me, I'm so so super jealous?" "Why I'm sure you have almost any guy?" asked Ryan, miffed. "As many boyfriends as you want I imagine?" "Ya'd think right?" replied Chelsea, stroking her lashes with her wand before turning and looking at Ryan. "But no! Not even freaking close?" "Seriously?" said Ryan, dropping his jaw as she stuck her hand inside her dress, fixing her boobs. "Yeah seriously?" said Chelsea, adjusting her cleavage and then turning and looking at him, shaking her head. "I don't know how you do it Tracey? Yes, you are freaking drop dead gorgeous and fuck yeah you should be a model, but when it comes to men and me... well girls like me just don't stand a chance against girls like you! I mean I want to meet a great guy, but it's like all the good ones are taken." "UUumm thanks I think? But all taken?" said Ryan, sctratching his head. "Oh I'm sure I could find you one I know of that would adore you, Chelsea." "That's such a wonderful gesture but.... doubtful," Chelsea frowned. "I work with so many hot hunks and it never works out." "That's a shame," said Ryan sarcastically, turning his back, holding his grin. "You'd think it would, right!" said Chelsea, getting emotional. "Every time I think I find someone. BAM, no good." "There.. there Chelsea," said Ryan, giving her a hug, patting her back. "You just haven't talked to the right guys then?" "I know! It's just I like a certain type. Sensitive.. Good looking... and not jerks! You'd think there would be plenty like that, right?" said Chelsea, sucking it up as she pulled back as Ryan touched her hair, looking at her. "You'd think I'd meet a million guys like that being a model and working with them, but no. It's like every freaking hot guy I like turns out to be gay! Every one, or is it me?" "It's definitely not you, and I think I might know one that would be exactly that type," Ryan smiled as she was wiping under her eyes with her compact. "Well I'd love to hear about that sometime, and honestly I wish it was your brother," said Chelsea, biting her lip. "Oh that guy gave me goosebumps just looking at him, and I heard he was the sensitive type." "Really?" said Ryan, noticing her sliding her hand against her dress. "Goosebumps." "Really, and so much more," replied Chelsea, letting out a gasp. "If he wasn't gay, I would have been all over that, so I'm still pissed at your aunt for even telling me about that, but what can you do? A girl can daydream, can't she?" "You've been dreaming about him?" asked Ryan, squeezing her arm. "About my.. umm brother!" "Sorry, I bet this is weird since it's your brother, and please don't mention this to my boyfriend out there. He'd freak if he knew what I did when I look at his picture," said Chelsea, closing her eyes for a moment and letting out a breath. "Ooohhh! He's so dreamy but oh well! Anyway, give him my best and we better get back to our dates. I see how Kenny looks at you, and hopefully my new boyfriend will get there too, but who knows?" "Oh so you found a new boyfriend?" Ryan asked, disappointed. "Unfortunately yeah," said Chelsea, rolling her eyes. "He's like some future college football stud or something?" "How great? But you can have more than one, you know?" said Ryan, discouraged yet still trying. "And I could still introduce you to my..." "No, you can have more than one and I don't know how you do it? I need a massage after just one date and I wish I could," said Chelsea, holding up her hand. "I can barely handle him, but at least he's hung like a horse and rich, so thanks for the offer to hook me up, but I'm good at least for now anyway." "That's too bad," said Ryan, bummed. "You're so sweet, Tracey," said Chelsea, taking out a pen and a post it. "Here's my number if you want to double date sometime, and would it be rude if I asked for your brother's number?" "Oh cool. Sure maybe?" replied Ryan, writing down his number. "And here's uumm Ryan's too, but I thought..." "Awesome and thanks. Oh I was asking because two guys on my shoot were fighting over his picture, so tell him to possibly expect a call from both of them, I'll bet," said Chelsea, texting as she spoke before stuffing it in her purse. "I figure if I'm obviously not his type, then maybe they are, and your aunt told me it would be a good idea." "Yeah I don't think..." Ryan began to say. "Oh stop! You can't have them all for yourself, and don't be that jealous sister," joked Chelsea, playfully tapping her. "They're so freaking hot its ridiculous, and all they talk about is hooking up with your brother. His picture I got from your aunt is up on the wall at one of our shoots, and believe me he's like the cute guy all the male models are into. He's their pin up boy, which makes me jealous! See ya out there girl, and it was so nice to finally meet you."