Lauren the Bridesmaid
“We’re getting married on St. Thomas and I would like you to be my best man.” My brother was getting married for the fourth time and I was going to be best man for the third time. I knew the routine. I didn’t know much about his bride, except she was like 15 years younger than he, with two weird kids. I’d met her once, and left unimpressed, but I wasn’t marrying her. My soon-to-be ex-wife was anxious for me to go, probably because she wanted to fuck one of her young grad students all weekend. I am my brother’s only family, but I heard that his bride had six sisters, her Mom and step-Dad who were all coming down. They were renting a big oceanside condominium with multiple bedrooms and wanted me to stay …