The plans for the wedding grew and matured; Sophie was tireless, checking each detail again and again, putting the fear of Sophie in the whole army of people she’d convinced, persuaded, bullied, cajoled, and blackmailed to make the day as perfect as it could be, according to her lights, and where Sophie led, I followed. As she kept telling me, “This is your wedding, Darling Girl; don’t let me make it MY wedding; it has to be what you want, how you want it, so what next?”
While she busied herself following-through the details we’d hammered-out, she left me to get my home in order, just checking-in with me every day to go over what had happened, what had changed, and what I wanted to do about it. While I was doing that, Rosie, Jimmy and I also labored to make our homes as homey and comfortable as possible. I knew Jimmy was delaying formally asking Rosie to marry him until after Davey and my wedding, but that seemed unfair to me; Rosie needed to have some of what Davey and I had, and Sophie agreed, so a little plotting seemed in order.
I knew Jimmy was saving to buy Rosie the best, most expensive ring he could find, but Sophie had other ideas; Rosie was a Denham, her favorite niece, and there were any number of Denham family heirloom rings, brooches, bracelets, necklaces, tiara’s and assorted sparkly odds and ends various members of the family had left behind over the years stashed in the vault at Denham Hall. Davey wasn’t interested in any of it, his mind doesn’t work that way; he still relied on and treasured the battered old Timex Mickey Mouse watch daddy had given him when he was a boy, that was what he valued, not those glittering baubles; if it had all been stuffed in a sock and chucked in a closet somewhere it would have made no difference to him, nor to me; I had my own mom’s jewellery, and I certainly didn’t want some long-dead woman’s creepy old ancestral pieces cluttering up my jewel box either.
It didn’t seem beyond the realms of possibility there was an antique stunner somewhere in that pile of expensive junk suitable for what I had in mind. It seemed only fair, after all; most of that stuff had been owned by women who were both Rosie and Davey’s ancestors, and I couldn’t see why she shouldn’t have the pick of them. Sophie agreed with me, so we rummaged around until the perfect ring showed up, a beautiful Art Nouveau-influenced 2-carat Marquise-cut Solitaire diamond ring in a platinum setting.
Jimmy, of course, objected; he wanted to buy his girl her ring, which is generally the way it should be, this is true, but this was different; because Rosie was a Denham, Sophie convinced him that a Denham family piece, something that had once belonged to her great-great grandmother (who was also Davey’s great-great grandmother…) would mean more to her, and the thing about Sophie is, when she tells you how things are, then that’s how things are, period.
Jimmy still looked doubtful, but then Sophie battered him with the eyebrow, and he wilted, agreeing to go along with our plan until the time came to ask her; when he asked when that should be, Sophie would only say “Trust me, James, you’ll know…”
So now all was set for the wedding. Davey took it all in his stride. After all, we were already legally married; this second wedding was mostly for the family, although the thought of walking down the aisle on Richard’s arm appealed enormously, especially after that quickie wedding in Bar Harbor, and I have to be honest; how many Iowa girls would ever get the chance to marry in that huge, stunning, Gothic-fantasy of a chapel in a place like Cambridge University? Not many, I guarantee it!
As far as Davey was concerned, wedding planning was my thing; his thing was getting me naked as often as possible, pinning me down, and shoving that lovely thick cock of his in any place he could fit it. I used to wonder how he could be on his feet all day in the hospital, come home, jump into the shower, then drag me off to his den of iniquity for an extended, hard fucking session; the boy was tireless, not that I objected; feeling him filling my pussy and stretching my ass with his big cock was definitely the pinnacle of my day!
What made him even hornier was when I’d remind him I was his sister, as in “Come here and fuck your sister, you dirty fucker!”, which just tuned him up to new heights, which is going some; I swear, he had an almost permanent erection, and no compunction about using it on me, for which I can only thank all the gods there are who manage these things…
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I suppose I’d better tell you about my own personal ass-kicking party with Bella; in hindsight, it’s almost funny, but at the time I just wanted to kick her ass all the way up the back of her neck. Now at last I understand fully why sweet, tolerant, mild-mannered Davey was so abruptly rude to her last time round. Anyway, back to my muttons.
Just a few days before Josie and Sara were due to arrive, Rosie and I were in the village grocery store, buying the boys some treats for dinner that night, when who should come stumping up the road but Bella, flames pouring out of her ears, with a face like a bulldog with its balls in a vise, obviously determined to have her say with me, although what kind of a beef she thought she still had with me was a mystery to me.
Rosie bridled at the sight of her grandmother, especially as the woman hanging back behind her, who could only have been Maude, judging by Davey’s surprisingly accurate description of her, was giving me poisonous stares, as were the two girls with her, who would have been passably pretty but for the unbridled malice written all over their spoiled-looking faces. Bella set the tone for the conversation that ensued, and it went downhill at Warp Factor 9; obviously Bella and Maude had decided it was time for a showdown. Davey was unassailable, so they must have assumed I was an easy target, alone as I was. Bad, bad idea. Doing that to me is guaranteed to send you home walking funny, with your teeth in your back-pocket; you do NOT fuck with me and mine…
“You! Yes, you! Who do you think you are, threatening me like that? How dare you, you nasty, cheap, common little American gold-digger!”
Rosie was almost incandescent with anger, but I held her back, because I wanted to hear what that poisonous old maggot had to say before I knocked her on her ass. Bella wasn’t slow to press ahead; obviously she was choking on whatever it was she hadn’t been able to spew out the last time Davey and I had let the air out of her fraud-balloon, so I stood back, one arm ready to grab Rosie if she lunged for the decrepit old harridan ranting in the public street, and let her get on with it; to be honest, I was waiting to see if her head really would explode, something Davey had almost goaded her into last time round, and occasionally still fantasized about…
“Just what makes you think you have any right to anything this family has worked so hard for? You’re just some common little colonial nobody, and now you think you can marry my family’s money? As far as I’m concerned, you are nothing, not part of this family, you never will be and you have no right to exclude me from my rightful share of the Denham legacy, and I’ll see you in court before I let this travesty of a marriage take place. What do you have to say to that, you ill-bred American guttersnipe?”
Okay, that was fun to listen to, if a little repetitive, but I had to put this bigoted old loony in her place and give her some facts to chew on, and, in the interests of balance, maybe hang one on her as well, old woman or not…
“First off, old woman, no-one excluded you from anything; you managed that all by yourself. Second, David and I are already legally married, we have been for several months now, this wedding is for the family to share with us, and I should note you won’t be receiving an invitation, so you can yank that Atomic Wedgie out of your butt right now. Third, and last, the magistrate you deceived into signing your so-called court order has decided that you’ve committed perjury, which I understand is a very serious matter here in England, and he’s really, really pissed-off that you used him to try and legitimize your attempted fraud, and once again, and I love this phrase, ‘attempted to use a false instrument to gain a monetary advantage’. That’s fraud where I come from.”
Bella was starting to look scared now, so I thought I’d twist her titties just a little more.
“The law is on to you, Bella dearest; all the other frauds and forgeries you’ve tried to pull? They’re being examined by the police, who will also be looking at any possible accomplices; David’s mother felt sorry for you, so she let you off the hook; David only feels disgust and contempt, and no burning urge to protect you in any way, and now that you’ve verbally assaulted me on a public thoroughfare, which I understand is also a felony in England, I promise that will just stiffen his resolve to see you and your accomplices jugged for a long, long time. Face it, Bella; you’re fucked…”