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At the same moment, a text alert sounds from the nightstand where her phone is laying. “Shit!” she exclaims, being startled from her dirty thoughts of Russell’s cock. “Ignore that,” she murmurs after getting over her fright. Russell is gazing at her like he’s ready to devour her, even though they’ve just eaten a four-course meal. A loud, piercing ring tone blares from her phone. Emma’s ringtone. “Dammit!”

Allison jumps up to grab the phone, shooting Russell an apologetic look. “What?”

“Well! Hello to you too, Miss Grumpy Pants. Who pissed in your Cheerios?” Emma questions.

“You did!”

“What? How?” Emma’s confusion is easy to hear.

“You are twat swatting,” Allison informs her. Emma’s startled, high-pitched laugh rings in Allison’s ears.

“Oh my God! That’s a new one!” Emma continues to laugh, drawing a small smile from Allison.

“Clam jam?” Emma’s peeling laughter causes Allison to pull the phone from her ear. She spares a glance at Russell who is grinning from ear to ear.

“I just called to have you come try on your dress,” Emma finally manages to wheeze out around her giggles. “Mom has the alterations finished. You can get back to what you’re doing after.”

“Crap! Alright. I’ll be right there, but it’s under extreme duress.” More laughing from Emma. Allison ends the call, turning to give Russell a sympathetic look. “I have to go.”

Russell nods, pulling her close. “I heard,” he says, with humor lacing his voice. “Twat swatting?” His body shakes with silent laughter.

“Well, it’s cock blocking when a guy is kept from getting laid, so that’s the best I could come up with.” Russell holds her close and continues to shake all over.

“Very clever, sugar.” He’s laughing at her. She pushes away from him, rolling her eyes, and barely keeping the grin off her face. “Come to my room when you guys are finished with the dress?” Russell asks.

“I’ll try, if there’s no more clitorference, I’ll be there.” Russell belly laughs at that one, before he presses a kiss to her forehead. Allison grabs her room key and they head out, going their separate ways once in the hall.

Allison makes her way to Emma’s room. “I’m sorry for interrupting,” Emma says, sounding truly remorseful. Allison pulls her in for a hug.

“I’ll forgive you this time.” Emma grins. Allison knows she could never really be angry with her cousin. They’re closer than sisters.

“Here, Ali girl, try this on,” Aunt Margaret thrusts the dress at her. Allison turns to let Emma unzip the current dress she’s wearing, allowing it to fall off since it’s only her, Emma, and Aunt Margaret in the room.

The dress fits perfectly, molding over Allison’s curves like a glove. “Oh, Allison,” Emma breathes. “You look gorgeous!” Allison moves to the large mirror in the room, stepping back to get as full a look at herself as possible.

She’s surprised at how good she looks. She’s never felt beautiful or sexy before, but remembering the way Russell looks at her, she believes Emma’s assessment. Allison can’t wait for Russell to see her in it.

Turning to the side, she glances over at Emma and Aunt Margaret. “It does look nice, doesn’t it?”

“Emma’s right. You’re gorgeous,” Aunt Margaret declares. “You’re going to drive all the single men crazy and make them horny.”

“Mom!” “Aunt Margaret!” Emma and Allison shout-laugh simultaneously.

“What?” Aunt Margaret shrugs. “It’s true. You’re beautifulandsmart. You’re the total package. I’m not wanting to marry you off, but I tell it like I see it. I know you’re not ready to settle down. You’ve got more stories to tell, but any man with eyes and any sense will want you.”

Tears spring into Allison’s eyes. She believes Aunt Margaret is being honest. She sees Allison for more than just a woman to marry and have babies. “Thanks, Aunt Margaret. You’ve always been so supportive of mine and Emma’s dreams, even though they don’t fall in line with what the family expects.”

“I haven’t forgotten what it’s like to be young, to want a career.” Aunt Margaret spears the younger women with a sharp gaze. “I had a fulfilling career before Emma was born.”

“Oh, mom!” Emma exclaims. “I’m sorry if having me messed up your career.” Aunt Margaret gives her a stern look.

“I waited until I felt I’d achieved my career goals, before I had you. I don’t regret having you for an instant. My only regret is waiting so long,” Aunt Margaret says sadly. “We were never able to have any more children. I’d gotten too old to safely have more by the time we decided to try again.

“I know our family is pushy about getting married and raising children in the church. It can make a young person want to avoid all of that, but don’t let them keep you from your joy. Whether it’s having a big family or having a successful, fulfilling career, or both. You do what makes you happy and gives you joy. Life is entirely too short to be unhappy.”

Emma and Allison sandwich Aunt Margaret between them in a fierce hug. All three women have tears in their eyes. “Mom, I still can’t believe you said the word horny.” All three of them burst out laughing so hard, causing more tears to fall.

“I’ve tried to conform to the family rules to keep the peace,” Aunt Margaret says, “and because I wanted you to be a respectable young lady, but sometimes you just have to say what’s on your mind. Don’t tell your father. He’s still in denial that his baby girl is having sex, even though she’s getting married in two days. I don’t think he could handle knowing his favorite niece isn’t still a virgin, too.”

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