Bab 2605: MY WEDDING REHEARSAL AND DINNER
It was almost here, the day I'd been dreaming about since I was a little girl. I mean, what girl doesn't dream of being a bride? Even being a princess is secondary since what do most girls dream of but a royal WEDDING more so than being a princess day to day. As for me, it was the culmination of a lifetime of fanciful dreams, naughty fantasies and high expectations. I think I can honestly say that since Steve proposed to me just after last Thanksgiving that not a single waking hour has passed by that I haven't thought about my wedding for at least a moment.
To be sure, my wedding has been planned from start to end for at least fifteen or more years. That's not to say it's always been the same plan, but there was always one ready and waiting for when the right moment finally arrived. Over time it's varied from the most formal and traditional wedding in an old ornate church with hard wooden pews filled with friends and family to a small sailboat adrift in the Caribbean with just me, my fiance and the captain - and then about everything in between at one point or another. Even in the past year I've changed my mind so many times that I think Steve must have wondered what kind of crazy girl he asked to marry him! Wedded to a nymphomaniac was great but a schizophrenic one as well?
No matter what the final plan may have been, I was always pretty sure of a few things that tradition demanded... the white flowing wedding dress (none of this ivory or otherwise non- traditional crap), a large wedding party, NICE bridesmaid dresses (unlike those hideous obscenities that some girls force their best friends to wear), my father walking me down the aisle, and so on. I THOUGHT I was pretty well set on the location. After all, what better place than the church I grew up in and had so many fond memories? When I changed my mind about THAT at almost the last minute I thought I might have finally gone too far but I managed to sooth my frazzled father's feelings in a way only his daughter could. After griping about outdoor weddings for years, I guess I couldn't blame him for being put out when I suddenly announced that I wanted one too.
My wedding planner took it all in stride without even one comment about "bridezilla". Fortunately the country club where we were having the reception was very accommodating and it all worked out perfectly without too much fuss. Then there was a hurricane moving in and I knew everyone was saying I should have stuck with the indoor plans after all but it all worked out perfectly - just as I always knew it would.
So much for "old" traditions. There were also some new ones I wanted to establish. I guess technically doing something once doesn't establish a tradition but at least I would be setting the stage for future generations should they want to carry them on. At the same time I like to think that had my grandmother not been so prudish that my mother would have been the one to start some of these herself so in a way I was actually following her lead, even if she hadn't actually been able to do them herself.
As you may be figuring out already, I owe an awful lot to my mom when it comes to traditions. After all, she was the first generation in our family to engage in incest, at least the first one that I know about. She was the first to submit properly to her father, the first to continue on that obligation even after being married, the first to allow her husband the freedom to be with her family members so as to create a truly biblically-based family relationship. So I guess you could say that everything I've done so far has actually been in her footsteps.
People ask me all the time if I will have an incestual relationship with my kids someday. That's almost impossible to answer. Technically it's easy to say the answer is yes in that I would LIKE to have such a relationship. However, whether or not that will actually happen is a totally different matter. Still, if they SHOULD decide that it's what they want, then I would say three generations definitely qualifies as a tradition, don't you?
So now it was up to me. I was only going to get one shot at this so I had to make it count. That's where the planning comes in. Now it was time to put those plans into action...
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Those who know me know that I first met Steve back in the summer before I became a freshman in college. His sister Sharon was one of my best friends at the time and we always sat near each other in class and at lunch and about every other time for that matter. Steve's younger brother Jim was always a pain in our necks back then. Admittedly some of it was our fault as we use to tease him mercilessly. Once I even let him fuck me but it was just so I could tease him all the more afterwards. It was at a summer camping party with Sharon and friends that I first drew the attention of her older brother. To my total surprise he called me later and asked me out. The rest as they say, is history.
Just so people understand, while I did let Jim do me once, it was more out of spite than lust so it wasn't like I was doing both brothers or anything kinky like that. I say kinky because at that age it would have been that as I never even thought about the word incest, let alone engaged in the practice, so there was never any real thoughts of Sharon joining in, even though she DID have a huge crush on her older brother.
From the start Steve was the one I was in interested in, not his bratty younger brother. As for me and Sharon, like most girls we had our sleepovers and played silly games like Truth or Dare that inevitably got a little carried away. And just as most girls learning to deal with their budding sexuality, we masturbated at times together but we never went so far as to touch one another. Even the most risque dares only went as far as kissing and the only touching was us touching ourselves. It was an age where being a lesbian was something "bad" girls did - or at least girls that couldn't get boys to do them
Another question I get asked a lot is whether or not there is any incest in Steve's family. The answer is a qualified NO. What I mean by that is for all intents and purposes there has never been nothing like that. Interestingly, as I mentioned earlier Sharon had a major crush on her older brother. Alas, unfortunately for her the feelings weren't mutual. She use to get SO jealous when we would get together and I would tell her about what I did with her brother! I have to admit that I may have embellished things a bit in the telling once I learned how much it turned her on to hear about us. Between her and my mom, I guess you could say that is where I got my start telling erotic stories about my sexual experiences. The only difference is that with them it was verbal whereas today it's all written down. I have to say it's a LOT easy to do it verbally.
The qualifier is based upon an isolated incident that happened once and only once so far as I know. Steve's mom once caught Steve fucking me in their house. Long story short (as in VERY short), he fucked her too before it was all said and done. Marlene's job was transferred and so they moved away shortly after that. They've both sworn on a stack of bibles that nothing like that EVER happened again. Given their reluctance to discuss it even after all these years and the obvious discomfort it brings them when I mention anything about the topic, I tend to believe them.
When Steve and his mom moved back to Pittsburgh last summer, Sharon and Jim stayed behind in California. From what Steve told me, they both had established jobs, friends and such so they had no real reason to move back. For Steve's mom, it was another promotion and a resulting job transfer so she had little choice, especially in today's job market. If your employer tells you to move, you move. It so happened that Steve had just finished his paramedic training and didn't have many prospects in California so he decided to move back with his mom when he learned the city was hiring paramedics. Even though he was twenty five at the time, they decided to live together to save money in a small house - separate bedrooms of course.
While Steve and his mother don't practice incest, they ARE very close, perhaps TOO close by some people's standards but then who is anyone to judge them? They enjoy cuddling and kissing each other - and I mean on the mouth with tongues. They even fondle one another in ways that would make some people blush or even gasp but everything is always over their clothes. I've never seen them naked together and Steve swears that they aren't when I'm not there either. To them, it's just a mother and son being close to one another, nothing sexual or even lustful. In fact, they both seemed quite offended one time when I implied otherwise. One thing that I found a bit disconcerting at first when I started dating Steve again was having his mother watch us when we had sex at his house. It was sort of like back when I was in school and my own mother would watch my dad fuck me. Unlike my mother, Marlene never masturbates or even touches herself while she watches. Also unlike my mother, she never says a word so over time I've become accustomed to her presence to the point I hardly even know she's in the room these days. ONE time I made a suggestion that maybe she would like to join in but trust me, I'll never make THAT mistake again. Let's just say she wasn't too pleased by the suggestion and leave it at that...
When we announced our engagement, Sharon and Jim both promised they would fly back for the wedding but I didn't have any idea how that was going to work out. As it turned out, Jim came in earlier than I was told such that he was a surprise ending to my bachelorette party. Unlike that one time over twelve years ago, I have to say this time when he fucked me we both enjoyed it immensely. In fact, I was already revising my rehearsal dinner plans and even thinking about how he might fit into the reception schedule after we were done!
Sharon wasn't due to fly in until just before the rehearsal so I wouldn't be seeing her until the last minute. While we had talked on the phone a few times, it had been a long time since we'd been friends so most of it was just reminiscing about the good old days. How things would go when she arrived would be anybody's guess.
After my bachelorette party and Steve and I were comparing notes about that and his own bachelor party, I asked him how he felt about me fucking his brother again after so many years. Granted, I had a pretty fair idea what his response was going to be or I wouldn't have fucked Jim in the first place but I still wanted to hear it straight from his mouth.
"What do you want me to say Kelly?" he responded, sounding just a wee bit exasperated, "So my brother screwed you. What's the big deal?"
"So you don't care if he does me again then?"
Steve's eyes narrowed down a little and he looked at me as if trying to figure out where I was leading the conversation. "Why? Was he that good?"
I just flipped my hair back and shrugged, trying to sound more nonchalant than I was actually feeling. "Well, he wasn't exactly BAD."
"Then whatever," he said abruptly, seeming to brush it off but I knew him better than that.
"You know Steve, I've always wanted to be fucked by two brothers."
"Sounds to me like you've already done it then."
I slapped him playfully. "No silly, I meant at the same time."
Steve didn't say a word but instead he leaned over and kissed me long and hard. As much as I loved him to kiss me, I also knew his habits and this probably meant he was going to tell me something I wasn't going to like. Sure enough...
"OK Kelly, you know better. It's like you and your dad. If you want to get laid by my brother then just do it but please don't ask me to get involved, OK?"
"So you guys never fucked a girl together?" I asked, a bit incredulously, "My dad said he and his younger brother use to fuck girls together all the time."
"That's fine for your dad but let's not push this, OK Kelly?"
With only a couple of days before the wedding this was not the time to have a fight so I backed off. Still, I couldn't help but dream later when I was masturbating about having the two of them take me and both of them having their way with me. First it was Steve fucking me while I sucked off Jim and then swapped positions. In my fantasy world both of them came in my pussy - Steve first of course. Rank hath its privileges!
What I REALLY masturbated about that week was me and Sharon getting together with the two brothers. God, I would love to see the two of them fucking her, especially Steve. I wondered if she still had that old crush on him or did she have her own boyfriend now that drew her attention? Then again, just because she had a boyfriend didn't men she had to stop fantasizing, no more than I had to now that I was about to be married.
Well, his whole family would be together soon so I wouldn't have to wait long to see what, if anything, was going to happen.
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My father has two brothers. Uncle Paul is now 54, making him eight years older than my dad. Uncle Jim is nineteen months younger than my dad making him the baby of the family. According to my mom, the two younger brothers were in a whole different world from the older one due to their age differences. Whereas Uncle Jim and my dad hung around each other and even double dated (and double fucked) together, including two girls named Mary and Linda, later to be known to me as Mom and Aunt Linda. Apparently the guys had the quite the reputation as a team.
I first had sex with Uncle Jim back when I was nineteen, just a week after me and my cousin Tammy played around for the first time. All I did was give her some masturbation pointers and a year later my dad took her virginity, followed the next day by her own dad.
Uncle Paul was a different story. Being so much older than my dad, he had kids well ahead of my dad and so when my dad started getting into incest and his niece Tammy, Uncle Paul's girls Laura and Ginny were already married. So far as my dad knew, his older brother had no idea about the incestual nature of my mom's relationship with her dad, nor anything about what I was doing with him either. So while me and my mom were having sex with Uncle Jim and his son Rick, nothing like that was happening with his older brother's family - or so I thought. I was mostly right... mostly. It wasn't until I was 23 that my Uncle Paul stopped by and dropped the bombshell that he and my mom had been doing it for years and that he knew all about me and my dad - even though my dad didn't even know about it. So that was the first time he fucked me but we only did it once more after that. Both of my uncles would be at the rehearsal and wedding, along with their wives. Although nothing had been said, I could only imagine what the two of them would be thinking about when it came to the upcoming nuptials. After all, what guy doesn't dream of screwing the bride-to-be on the eve of her wedding?
While I wasn't sure how things would work out, I had a really good idea of what would NOT happen. There was no way in hell my Uncle Jim was going to fuck me, period. He was a total asshole and I hated him for the way he mistreated Tammy, treating her like some sex slave and forcing her to do anything he wanted. He was one of those guys who likes rough sex and I dreaded being with him. He especially likes anal and won't take no for an answer, making him very dangerous in my book. There finally came a time when the only reason I let him fuck me was so he would let my dad fuck Tammy. Once she got into a serious relationship and the desire of her uncle began to fade, I cut off her father from me as he no longer and anything to hold over my head. It had been years no since he had last fucked me - and it would be many more years if I had anything to say about it.
The wild card was my Uncle Paul. I had a pretty good idea that he was going to be looking to get under my dress but I was having a hard time figuring out just how it could happen. The day and evening were already stacked full and with everyone there it would be difficult at best to sneak away long enough to actually fuck.
Kristi and I drove to the country club about an hour before the rehearsal. One of my friends had volunteered to be the wedding planner and I had total faith in Wendy so there was no reason to show up any earlier and just mess up the works. Both of us were dressed to kill in short tight dresses that hugged our hips and heels that were at least five inches. I'd been working on the prefect tan all summer and had even spent some time at a salon to even things out. It's not something I recommend long term but I figured the risk of cancer was low enough to make it worth it.
Wendy greet us when we arrived and I couldn't help but grin at her. She was always the type to show off and she had plenty to show. Standing at least six feet in her heels, she had on a mini-dress that was so short I was sure all the men would be staring at her the entire evening - which turned out to be a rather accurate prediction by the way.
The ceremony was being held right next to the country club on the putting green. The first thing I noticed was high heels and natural grass are a dangerous mixture! Wendy laughed when I almost feel over and made some comment about us aerating the green or something like that.
Looking around, not many people had arrived yet but I DID notice that my Uncle Paul was sipping a beer on the outside porch of the country club which overlooked the putting green. I waved at him and he waved back, smiling broadly. I had to wonder how long he had already been here and which beer that was. Everyone seemed to have everything under control and I sort of felt useless so I wandered up into the clubhouse and went through the bar and out onto the deck where my uncle and some others had congregated. Looking at my watch I saw there was still 45 minutes before things got started so I went over to the outside bar and asked for a glass of white wine.
"A little something for the nerves?" my uncle joked from behind me as I thanked the bartender.
I just shrugged and smiled. "Not really, just passing time I guess."
Uncle Paul glanced around to see who was listening and then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Well if you need some help then I'm available."
He stood back up straight and winked at me. It was a little corny and I couldn't believe I'd been there less than five minutes and already my uncle was hitting on me. Then again, if I just stood around I WAS going to turn into a basket of nerves so why not?
"Follow me," I mouthed to him as I walked out slowly. I'd been here a few times already getting things planned so I pretty much knew my way around. One of the things I'd especially looked for were "private" places where people wouldn't notice what was going on. There really weren't all that many when you came down to it. As the temperature was pretty warm, one thing people were NOT wearing were coats so that left the obvious - the coat room. A little cliche but then what did that matter? If it works it works.
Nobody seemed to be looking so I slipped inside only to be followed shortly by Uncle Paul who closed the door behind me.
"Are you serious?" he whispered, appearing to be more nervous now that his bluff had been called.
"What's the matter, afraid Aunt Julie will catch us?" I teased him. My aunt was pretty cool but I also knew there was no way she would ever understand her husband fucking ANY other woman, let alone his niece and especially on the eve of her wedding.
"She's off doing something or another," he replied, then he looked me up and down in the small room. "Damn, did you have to pour that dress on or what?"
It WAS pretty damn tight and I DID have to really suck it in for Kristi to get the back zipped but when I looked at myself in the mirror the pain and problems were all cast to the side. I loved the way I looked in it!"Don't worry, you don't have to take it off," I assured him, rolling up the hem to my hips and then my waist, exposing the white thong underneath.
"You're so fucking hot," he said under his breath, his breathing starting to become more shallow and irregular. Yeah, he was horny all right!
"So are you just going to stand there or fuck me?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could, "We only have a few minutes before someone is going to be looking for me."
That seemed to motivate him as he quickly undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees. The absurdity of seeing a grown man in what was not much more than a closet with his dress pants down to his knees, his shirt tails hanging down was offset by the sight of his erect cock sticking out from between them. Damn he was horny! OK, so he was not exactly the youngest man in the world and time had taken its toll, but there is still something about seeing a man's erection that always turns me on - especially when it's ME that is the reason for it being that way. After all, what normal girl doesn't like knowing a man desires her? A man can SAY anything but his dick can't lie!
As much as I wanted it in me not to mention that little angel on my shoulder warning me that time was passing by, I couldn't resist. Ever since I had first put my hand on Steve's hard cock in that dark movie theater, the first thing that comes to my mind when seeing a dick is how it would feel in my mouth. Yes, being fucked was the best and nothing beats the sensation of a dick pressing its way into me that first time.
Sucking a dick was different. There was no real "pleasure" for me in doing it, not like the pleasure I got when it was in my pussy. For me it was all about what it did to HIM when I sucked his dick. It was the way a guy looks at me, hoping with everything he can that I'll kneel down and take his dick in my mouth. It's the way he groans when my tongue plays along the shaft and then my lips caress the head of his dick. I especially love feeling a cock grow in my mouth, knowing that it is all because of me that is making it happen. I guess you could sum it up in saying that for me, sucking cock was one of the best ways to see how much a man desired me and enjoyed the skills that I had.
So it was without any hesitation that I bent my knees and lowered myself to waist level and took his dick in my hand. Mmmmmmm, it felt so hard and warm! I stroked it a little and then leaned forward to let the tip of my tongue just barely touch the head of his dick. I was rewarded by a groan and the feel of him pushing his hips forward like he was trying to get more of it in my mouth. I didn't need him to tell me what he wanted. ALL men wanted just one thing when I kissed their dick - to have me take it all the way in my mouth.
Uncle Paul's cock was what I would call average size. If I grabbed it with two hands then I pretty much covered the entire length. I could smell the musky odor of his crotch as I slowly took him inch by inch into my mouth. In one continuous movement I lowered my head onto his cock until I felt my nose pressing against his the base of his dick with his pubic hair rubbing my face.
"Oh God that feels so good Kelly," he groaned softly, using his hands to push my head onto his dick even further.
A few head bobs and then some sucking on the head was all I felt I had time for. Besides, as horny as he was I didn't think it was going to take much to set him off and I really didn't need him spraying his cum all over my face and hair and maybe even my dress. I stood up, using his dick as a support as I held onto it with one hand so as to keep my balance in my heels. Turning away from him, L bent over and pulled my dress up over my butt and then pulled my thong over to the side to let him get a good view of my pussy.
Uncle Paul didn't say anything but I felt both of his hands on my butt, one on each cheek as he shuffled forward until I could feel his erection poking me in the butt. Turning my head back over my left shoulder I grinned and said ever so softly, "Fuck me Uncle Paul... fuck me now."
Yeah, like I really needed to tell him but then what guy doesn't want to hear those words from the girl he's about to fuck, no matter how certain he already is that she wants it. "Fuck me" has got to be the two words that drive men crazier than any others. Uncle Paul was no exception.
"Oh yeah, the little slut wants it before she gets married, doesn't she?" he hissed under his breath as I felt him wiggle such that his dick finally got in the right spot and he gave a push.
I was so wet it easily slid into me and I couldn't help but sigh as the head of his dick split me open, soon to be followed by the rest of his shaft. When he bottomed out I could feel that thick bush of pubic hair between his legs tickling my bottom.
"I love fucking your pussy," he moaned as he started to thrust in and out of me. "You're a better fuck than even your mother."
That was more of a compliment than maybe he even knew. My mom had taught me so much over the years and I owed her so much for everything. I wondered if the two of them were doing it now that she was back for the wedding but this didn't seem to be the appropriate moment to ask such a question.
Just then I thought someone was trying to enter but it must have been just somebody brushing against the door. Even so, I looked at my watch and I knew in a few minutes people would be hunting me down so hopefully Uncle Paul would be quick.
I really didn't need to worry...
"I'm almost there," he sighed as the speed of his motions increased.
"Cum in me Uncle Paul, cum in my pussy," I asked, more desperately than he might have realized. It was really the only safe way to do it as anywhere else ran the risk of ruining my dress or messing my makeup or hair. While I knew there were a few people out there that would smile if they saw a strand of cum on my cheek, the vast majority would be flabbergasted.
A grunt and a hard thrust signaled his orgasm was starting. Each time he pushed himself deep in me I knew he was releasing another load of sperm into me. Unlike my father, he was not "fixed" but I had relied on my good old birth control pills for this many years and they had always done their job. Finally he just grabbed my bare hips and pulled me tightly into him as he held himself still inside of me.
"God that felt so good!" he sighed, "Kelly, you are one sweet piece of ass."
As he pulled out I could feel his cum wanting to escape. Looking around desperately, I didn't see anything to clean myself up with so I turned to him and asked for his handkerchief. Uncle Paul grinned as he reached into his pants pocket as he pulled them up onto place and pulled out a new white one. I grabbed it and reached between my legs, squeezing down to try and get as much as his cum out of me as possible. It wasn't that I didn't want it in me, not that at all. I just didn't need to have a wet crotch should my dress somehow get out of place and the wrong people got a peek.
Once I was cleaned up I folded the handkerchief as best I could to seal in the cum and handed it back to him saying, "I think this is all yours." Uncle Paul just grinned as carefully returned it to his pocket. Hopefully he would remember to do something with it before he got home and his wife did the laundry! Now THAT might have taken some explaining to do as nothing smells quite like aged cum on clothing.
Pulling my dress back down into place, I ran my fingers through my hair, wishing I had my purse with so I could brush it out. Oh well, it would have to do. Hopefully my face wasn't as flushed as it felt!
"Stay here until I get outside," I instructed my uncle. It would be hard enough to explain why I was leaving the coat room without him trailing behind me. Ho dick, while it had dwindled significantly, was still hard enough to form a noticeable bulge so a few more minutes wouldn't hurt from that perspective either. As I stepped out there were only a few people around and none of them were looking my way as I started to walk across the foyer. Or so I thought...
"So who just fucked you?" I heard from behind me as I cleared the doors and started heading down to where the rehearsal was about to begin. I turned around and there was my cousin, grinning ear to ear.
"I have NO idea what you're talking about," I returned, trying to act naive about the situation. Kristi wasn't having any of it though.
"Oh yeah, and that's why your face is all red and Uncle Paul just left the coatroom," she came back with. "So since when do you fuck Uncle Paul anyway?"
Indeed, hardly anyone knew about me and my uncle, not even my dad or about to be husband. It wasn't that I was ashamed of it, not in the least. The only issue I had was that it started because he had been having sex with my mother for all those years and nobody knew about THAT. It would be sort of difficult to explain how I got started with him without bringing my mom into the picture.
"Later... OK?" I said, hoping to brush her off or at least get her to not ask about it again but then I should have known my cousin better than that.
"Hmmmmmm, so maybe later I should check him out?" she mused as we walked hand in hand down to the ceremony location. Oh great, now what had I done? I knew better than to try and talk her out of it as if anything that would just encourage her all the more. Better to just ignore it and maybe she would be too busy with the rest of the guys in the wedding party to worry about her oldest uncle.
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I only learned the details about what happened immediately after the rehearsal later that night after we got home so I have just my cousin's version of the story to rely on - not exactly the most reliable source but I pretty much can count on her to be honest about the sex parts. I apologize that this is rather brief but as I said, I wasn't there to witness anything so I'll just recount what I heard happened.
The rehearsal went well as expected. We walked through the entire ceremony, discussing everyone's duties and responsibilities. Everyone wanted pictures so we had to pose and such with friends and families as well as the wedding party. The rehearsal dinner was being held at a restaurant about 20-30 minutes away so eventually we called a halt and everyone went to get their cars for the trip. I went with my mom and dad and Aunt Linda. I'd expected Kristi to come along with us as well but apparently she found herself another ride.
When we got to the restaurant, everyone went inside and for a while we just had some drinks and enjoyed a table of appetizers that were laid out. From the looks of things everyone was there. My uncle came by me and squeezed my butt when he thought nobody was looking but he didn't know my mom saw it. Later she asked me what that was all about and I told her about the coat room. I really wasn't sure how she would feel about that but then I should have trusted my mom more. She actually didn't say a thing but instead just rolled her eyes and then this sly grin came to her mouth. I couldn't help but wonder if my uncle wasn't going to be one busy man tonight!
It wasn't until we had been there for maybe twenty minutes that in came Kristi and her two escorts - the groom and his brother. She strode in with them like Cleopatra down the Nile, them both flanking her arm in arm like they were somehow her escorts. Once inside Steve broke off and headed straight over to me but Jim stayed with Kristi as they took their seats across the round table from me and Steve.
I kissed Steve and then whispered into his ear, "Did you really both do her?" I said it more of a whining tone in that I already knew the answer so it really wasn't a question so much as a "how could you do that" sort of thing. It wasn't that I was upset at them for screwing my cousin; after all, it's not like I wasn't sure whose idea it was in the first place. I just couldn't believe that they would be so obvious about it PLUS show up late for our once-in-a-lifetime rehearsal dinner.
"You'll have to ask your cousin," he whispered back before getting up to hug his mother who had just welcomed everyone. For a brief moment I had this naughty image of him kissing her in front of everyone the way I'd seen him kiss her at home - full tongue and all with his hands all over her. Well, at least he had enough common sense to not do THAT!
I looked across the table where Kristi was practically draping herself all over Jim. Like, it was one thing to keep up tradition when it comes to having sex with the bridal party but another to be blatant about it in front of everyone. Fortunately it appeared that those who knew Kristi just ignored them as if anything she was actually being somewhat subdued compared to her typical nature. For those who didn't know her as well, I suppose they just put it down to being silly without realizing that she wasn't just teasing him.
As for Jim, he had that look you think of when you imagine the cat after eating the canary. So far as I knew, he had never fucked Kristi before although for all I knew there may have been something going on there back in school as she was in the same class as he had been. In any case, it had to be at least twelve years since they'd done it and then to do both brothers at the same time must have pleased Kristi to no end, especially since I was sure she knew that I had never done them together.
For the rest of the evening I was bursting with curiosity. It didn't help that all three of them seemed to be getting a perverse pleasure from teasing me to no end about it. It wasn't until the evening was finally over and we were back at our house that Kristi finally couldn't contain herself anymore.
"So cuz, you still wanna know what happened after rehearsal with the boys?" she teased me.
I just gave her my best "duh" expression and folded my arms as I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs to wait for her to continue. I wasn't going to play her game because I knew the more I let her tease me, the longer it would take to get anything out of her. The cool chair felt good against my bare bottom as I was just wearing my "bride" t-shirt that someone had given me. It was at least a size too small and as tight as it stretched across my boobs, it failed miserably when it came to covering anything much below my belly button. Kristi was wearing just a plain black thong, typical of her "run-around-the-house wardrobe choices.
Somewhere along the line we had our genes switched as I hated to be topless whereas she hated to be bottomless, at least when it came to just being alone at home. It had been that way since we were preteens. I guess I could blame my aunt for Kristi's condition as she was the same. If anything, Aunt Linda was the nudist of the family but when she DID wear something it was usually nothing more than a skimpy thong. On the other hand, my mother was more "traditional" in that she almost never went without full panties (no thongs around the house) and sometimes even wore a bra under her top at home.
Kristi pulled up a chair next to mine and sat down with one leg bent under her so she was sitting on it with the other dangling down to the floor. She adjusted the sides of her thong and then wiggled to get more comfortable. I think she was just having fun tormenting me as I waited for her to go through all her little rituals before finally getting down to the business at hand.
"OK, so here's what happened," she started, like a mother starting out a fairy tale foe one of her kids. All that was needed was "Once upon a time" and it would have been perfect.
For the next half hour or so she went into ridiculous detail of the events of the late afternoon. I think it took her longer to tell me about it than it did to do it in the first place. In essence, what had happened was she had gathered Steve and Jim together while everyone was heading to their cars and asked them if she could hitch a ride with them. Steve's truck easily held two comfortably and a third could fit in that center of the bench seat so long as your legs weren't too long. This I knew because many a time I'd ridden next to him with my feet up on the passenger side of the seat.
Kristi was wearing a short little skirt made of denim with ruffles and layers such that it looked even shorter than it actually was - although it WAS pretty darn short to start with. A yellow tank top with no bra underneath, coupled with five inch "fuck me" stilettos completed the outfit. Somehow in the process of getting to the truck she had managed to "lose" her panties, assuming she had them on to start with. This was made immediately obvious when she scooted across to be in the middle and her skirt "accidentally' rolled up under her to expose her bare little bottom.
Of course she acted as though she had no idea what was exposed and when Jim nodded to Steve to look she caught it and acted surprised at what had happened although she made no effort to fix herself. In fact, her only reaction was something like, "Like what you see boys?"
Let's see... two horny mid-twenties men, one slutty girl with no panties and a short skirt hiked up to her ass, a big pickup truck with a bench seat parked in a rapidly emptying parking lot. Like do I need to draw out a map?
The fact that they only showed up about twenty minutes late was actually rather surprising as Kristi told me all the various positions and combination that the two of them had fucked her right there in the middle of the now-empty parking lot. In the end, the both came at around the same time with Steve in her pussy and Jim in her mouth as stood outside the door with her feet on the pavement and her head buried in Jim's lap as he sat on the outer edge of the seat while Steve fucked her from behind standing next to the door.
"So you've never had the two brothers together?" she asked me as the last details were filled in. I shook my head which prompted her to add, "So when will you?"
Now THAT was a good question. Until I'd heard Kristi's story I hadn't ever really seriously considered fucking the two of the them at the same time. Sure I'd THOUGHT about it but not seriously. For that matter I think about a LOT of ways to have sex, most of which I know will never come true even if I was given the opportunity.
"Well I guess now you'll have to wait until after the honeymoon," she said putting her hand to her chin as if in deep thought. She was right as even if they WERE available I wasn't planning on seeing Steve again until I walked down the aisle holding my dad's arm. True, there was always the reception but that wouldn't be as easy to pull off in real life as in my fantasies.
"I guess technically I could do them both in the morning though, right?" she teased me again. She seemed to be serious but I knew not even she would do such a thing on the morning of my wedding day. The night before was one thing but not just before the ceremony.
"well, if the reception turns out to be anything like the rehearsal dinner then who knows?' she said with a hint of amusement in her tone.
Indeed, if the rehearsal dinner was any indicator at all then I was more anxious than ever to get to the reception!
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The rehearsal dinner itself was relatively uneventful. The restaurant had everything ready for us and everyone was served quickly and efficiently. We talked about a bit of everything and anything and I couldn't remember hardly any of the conversation just minutes after dessert was finished. It was sort of the way you sing a song from the hymnal at church that and then two minutes later can't remember a single word you sang.
After dinner we had some music playing from a Bose speaker set using someone's iPod plugged into it. For a tiny thing it sure put out some sound! Immediately me and my girls were summoned to the outside courtyard for photos and such. Wow, it wasn't even my wedding yet and already I'd had more pics taken of me than I think my entire life put together before then.From there some people dance while others played corn hole and the rest just hung around and drank and talked. Nobody seemed to be in a rush to do anything, or least not to do anything in public. In all fairness, there seemed to be plenty of people wanting to do SOMETHING but it wasn't anything they were ready to share with the rest of us.
Kristi sat down next to me as soon as I had a moment alone. "So how long had Uncle Paul been fucking you?" she asked. I held up three fingers and her eyes bugged out. "What? Three years? And you never told your closest cousin?" she said in a tone that was intended to show me how terribly hurt she as. Yeah, like I was buying that one.
"Does your dad know? My mom?"
I shook my head and she put her hand to her open mouth as if in shock. "You're keeping family secrets Kelly?"
I pleaded with her not to say anything as there was more to it than she knew. Instantly that seemed to turn on the calculator in her head and she immediately began trying to guess what those reasons might be.
"Oh my god, he's fucking Ginny or Laura? Both?"
That was WAY out there and I just shook my head and rolled, my eyes as if I couldn't even believe she could think that. My Uncle Paul fucking his two daughters, now wives and mothers with kids, was about as likely as being hit by a meteor tonight.
"I know... he was doing your mom!" she announced triumphantly, seeming to be so proud of herself for guessing correctly. At least she thought she had but I was not up to sparring with her so I didn't even try to deny it.
"Oh... my... god!" she tried to stifle a shriek, "Uncle Paul was doing your mom! Fuck, how long did that go on? Was that why they divorced?"
I refused to give her anything more but instead pleaded again for her not to say a word to anyone. I looked over at the table where the parents were sitting and saw my mom talking to Steve's mom. Damn, she would be so pissed if she knew what I'd just told Kristi. If there was anyone you didn't want to tell when keeping a secret, it was Kristi.
"I wonder if he would fuck me?" she mused, glancing over at where he was sitting next to my dad and Uncle Jim. Well, two of them already had done her so there was no reason why the third wouldn't. Besides, if that would help to keep her mouth shut about the other stuff then I was ready to do anything to make it happen.
Kristi sat there in thought for a while and I could have sworn I saw a little smoke rising from her head as she worked on her little "problem". She may have had the attention of a two year-old in school but when it came to working out a sex problem she held a PhD.
"I've got it... you go and distract your dad while I work on dear old Uncle Paul," she told me with a mischievous grin. "This is SOOOOOO wild... I never dreamed Uncle Paul would ever fuck any of us and here's he's been doing you for ages!"
By "distract" I knew what she meant. It was easy to "distract" my dad at home but this was not exactly in the privacy of our family room where all I had to do was walk in bottomless wearing one of his dress shirts and taking a seat on his lap. There were still a few dozen people hanging around and it wasn't like nobody was watching the bride. In a way I felt a bit like a Hollywood star being hounded by the paparazzi with people just walking by and snapping pics of me for now reason.
In a manner of speaking, I ended up doing much of what I would have at home except I was fully dressed and my hand stayed away from his crotch. I walked slowly over to where my dad was sitting and proceeded to make myself at home on his lap. I even tugged down my dress a little so as not to expose too much skin so people wouldn't get the wrong idea from me sitting on my daddy's lap. Well technically it would have been the RIGHT idea but you know what I mean.
At the same time I noticed Kristi moving in like a lion moving in on its prey. No sooner than I was on my dad's lap, hiding what was behind me from his view, Kristi was making her move, pouncing on her older uncle like that lion would had it reached its dinner.
As I told my daddy how happy I was and how pleased I was with all the wedding arrangements, I kept his attention away from my uncle long enough for Kristi to do whatever she had planned. Although I couldn't actually see what she was doing, the possibilities ran through my mind, none of them exactly what a "nice" girl would do. Whatever it was it must have worked because finally my dad twisted around to say something to his brother and lo and behold he was gone!
"Where the hell did Paul go?" he asked nobody in particular, looking all over to see where his wayward brother had disappeared. Apparently he hadn't seen Kristi making her move so he didn't even think about how THAT might have been working out about right now. On the other hand DID know and I was feeling hornier by the minute as I thought about what Kristi was doing with her uncle at this very moment.
Steve stopped by and pretended to be jealous so I moved over to sit in his lap. Soon we were joined by my mom and Aunt and Steve's mom and we were all together as one big family for the first time. Well, almost that is. Kristi and Uncle Paul were conspicuously absent... as were Jim and Sharon. The last two drew my attention. Now where the hell were they? I counted the remaining bridesmaids and groomsmen and all were accounted for. Hmmmmmm...
It was maybe twenty minutes or so later before Kristi came back. Her hair was not quite as straight as it had been but that could've been just from running around all evening. Other than that she had this glow about her and a sense of satisfaction that I would have recognized anywhere. I wasn't the only one that knew that look - he mom, my mom and my dad all seemed to zero in on her at the same time, just as my Uncle Paul came in behind her.
I thought for sure my Aunt Linda was going to say something but with Steve's mom there she caught herself in time. Marlene had no idea that my side of the family practiced incest and this was no time for her to learn, especially in an instance such as this. Still, I could see my aunt's eyes boring in on Kristi, and then on her brother-in-law. I knew that she had a pretty good idea as to what had been going on supposedly behind everyone's back.
Kristi sat down next to me again and I leaned over and whispered, "Could you have made it any more obvious?"
Kristi frowned at me and looked defiant. "Don't blame ME, he's the one that was supposed to wait and then enter through a different way."
Looking around I had a feeling there were going to be some interesting discussions later that night. We were about to get up and start getting ready to go when in walked Sharon and Jim. I don't think they had been expecting everyone to be sitting together like this as it seemed like they wanted to turn and run from the room when everyone's eyes fell on them. This time it was Steve and his mom with the "you've got to be kidding me" looks. Now what the heck did THAT mean?
Whatever it was Steve's mom seemed not too interested in discussing it as she hinted at it being time to wrap things up so everyone would be ready for the big day ahead of us. I looked again at Jim and Sharon and they seemed much too relieved for my tastes.
"OK buster, what's the story?" I cornered Steve off to the side as people said their goodbyes. I had to know now as I wouldn't be alone with Steve again until after the wedding.
"I have NO idea what you're talking about," Steve responded, pretending he really didn't know.
"Oh come on, you and your mom were about to fall off your chairs when your brother and sister came back to the room."
"Oh THAT!" he said, acting as though it was about the last thing I might have been talking about, "We were just worried about them and wondered where they'd gotten off to."
I was buying that about as much as if he had offered me the Brooklyn bridge. There was more to this than he was letting on and I was starting to get a pretty good idea. Back in high school I knew Sharon always had a crush on her older brother. Steve had never shown any interest in any such things, leaving her to just masturbating when I would tell her about the things he did to me on our dates. She had never mentioned her younger brother though...
The puzzle pieces fell into place like a Sudoku puzzle once you had it almost solved. Was this why the two of them had remained out in California while Steve and his mom had come back to Pittsburgh? Was this why both Steve and his mom were so adamantly against doing anything sexual with each other, or even talking about the possibility? Oh my god, if what I was thinking was true then this was the most incredible thing I'd learned about Steve's family - ever.
"So other two of them... they do it?" I asked softly, trying not to push TOO hard for a response.
Steve fidgeted like he always does when he doesn't want to answer a question.
"So back in California I take it they are living together? Is that why you never give me their addresses?"
"I'd rally rather not talk about it now... not here anyway," he said tersely, looking about as if the room was full of lip readers.
So it WAS true. Holy crap Batman! So Steve's family WAS involved in incest, just not in a way I'd ever imagined. And my one-time best friend had never uttered a word about it to me since she'd been back.
On the way back home Kristi was driving as I sat in the front seat. Wow, what a day it had been. I had yet to hear from her about the events before the dinner before her and my fiance and his brother but even so there was still more to talk about than we had time in the car. I had figured the main topic of discussion was going to be Uncle Paul but the last minute revelations at the dinner trumped everything.
"So what did Steve say?" Kristi said almost as soon as her door was closed. I told her to wait until we were on the road during which time she squirmed like she was about to wet her panties.
"OK, so what's the story" she repeated no sooner than I had turned onto the main highway. I explained to her what Steve had told me and she seemed disappointed that I didn't know more.
"I would have never guessed," she sighed as she relaxed back into the seat, putting her feet up on the dash and absentmindedly rubbing herself with her legs spread wide apart. It was dark and I doubted any of the cars passing us could see anything much.
I had to agree with her. I was like in shock. I mean, it's like I was in shock because it was incest. Heck, if anyone is a proponent of incest it would be me. What shocked me was WHO was into incest. Sharon had NEVER even once given even a hint when we were friends that she had any feelings toward her younger brother. Now as for Steve... THAT she was pretty blatant about but Jim... never. What really was interesting was it was obvious that both Steve and his mom knew all about it and THEY had never made even a hint about it in all the time I'd known them.
It made me wonder how Steve's mom would react if she ever learned that my dad fucked me on a regular basis? Would she be as surprised to learn about that as I was to learn about her two youngest kids? Had I managed to keep it a secret as well as she had kept her family secrets?
That night after Kristi finished telling me about her fun with the two brothers, we both headed up to my bedroom where we spent our last night together as single cousins. After tonight I was sure we would still find time to sleep together now and then but it would never be the same as it was tonight. After tonight I would be Steve's wife and as much as he had made it clear that he had no objections to me having sex with other people, it would always be me doing it as his wife.
We were both horny as hell and as much as I knew I needed sleep, I couldn't resist my sexy cousin's incredible body. Later as we feel asleep in each other's arms, our naked bodies pressed tightly together with our legs intertwined, I could feel the warmth of her pussy on my thigh and the firmness of her boobs against mine and I realized what an incredible luck girl I was!
THE END
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