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Subject: {ASSM} Indian Summer and Other Poems Ch.03 - Wedding Reception by T.S. Severe (M/TG, Romance, Incest, First)
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Indian Summer
And Other Poems
By T.S.Severe

Copyright 2008 T.S.Severe all rights reserved.
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/severe/www/index.htm Intended for adults only

Wedding Reception
 (M/TG, Romance, Incest, First)



    I grew up in a close knit family, brothers and sisters, aunts and
uncles, and a lot of cousins. I was close to one cousin in particular,
a boy my own age named Reggie, and we were good friends. He had
nothing but sisters so when I'd come around he was excited about it
and I was a bit spoiled by his attention, but kids don't think that
way. We were just a couple boys messing around mostly and if he acted
a bit girlish sometimes, like how he acted and especially talked, that
wasn't his fault. Like I say, Reggie didn't have anything but sisters,
like six of them.

    I hadn't seen him in about three years when I graduated high
school and joined the Navy. After that I didn't get to see much of
anyone, except now and again when I could get a couple weeks leave and
come home. I was glad to get out of the service after four years and
still young enough to start college, now with a bit of money thanks to
the government.

    Of course the big question was when I was gonna hook up with a
girl, since every spring it seemed like one or another of my relatives
was getting hitched. The truth was that I just hadn't met a girl I
liked that well. A girl I loved. I didn't have any fear of marriage
and I would have liked settling down with one woman, believe me, but I
wasn't going to do it just so I could get a divorce three or five
years later.

    "I'd rather suffer a little now, than a lot later." I'd grin and
my family would smile and tell me I was the smart one, but...

    "Don't be too smart for your own good, Thomas." Someone would say
and I'd nod agreeably.

    This particular spring, when I was all of twenty-three and in my
second year at college, it was my cousin Susan getting married. She
was older than me by five years and an old maid by my family's
standards. It was going to be a big celebration and something of a
family reunion and so I was looking forward to seeing so many of my
relatives that I'd missed over the years.

    Of course, in addition to all the family in attendance, there were
a lot of guests and friends who'd been invited, or just brought along
as the case may be. I imagine we had a couple hundred people at the
reception all told, and while I knew some of them, I wouldn't go so
far as to say I knew most of them. So I spent a lot of time smiling
and shaking hands and meeting people I'd forget ten minutes later. It
was fun though and I was having a good time.

    I didn't know the girl in the emerald dress and we hadn't been
introduced, and I very much wanted to make her acquaintance. She was
tall, dark haired with olive skin and doe eyes, qualities common to my
side of the family. We're all a bunch of Italians mostly, but if we
were related, I'd have known it. A girl like that? Yeah, I'd remember
her ten minutes later. Ten years later, I bet. She had a body to go
with her beautiful face. Some proud breasts, not large, but firm and
beneath that a thin waist and narrow, but deftly rounded hips. Her
dress wasn't hiding her shape at all and I watched the girl move and
smile, tilting her head and tossing her thick mane of black hair. I
thought she was just about the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

    Some other people thought so too, other men, and the girl's dance
card was full. From young boys to old men, she wasn't saying no to
anyone and she left them all smiling and just a bit out of breath, I
think. I wondered who she was with, deciding this girl must be
someone's date. The groom's side was predominantly Irish, with pale
skin and red hair the lot of them. No, this girl, she'd come with
someone, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out who.

    She didn't seem to be with anyone, not so I could tell. She moved
around the party like a butterfly, emerald green and floating above
the ground. I asked one of my brothers, already half-tanked and he
laughed at my questions. I found one of my sisters and she claimed not
to know the girl, but with a teasing smirk I'd come to hate growing
up. My sister knew, but she wasn't telling me and so after those two
failed efforts I decided upon a more direct approach.

    "Hi, can I cut in?" If I felt bad about cutting in on a twelve
year old with orange hair and freckles, I refused to show it. The kid
took it like a man anyway, giving me a shrug and a frown as he pulled
his nose from between her breasts.

    "That wasn't very nice." The girl giggled, putting her hands on my
shoulders while I took her gently by the waist.

    "I'm saving him from a broken heart." I smiled at her and her eyes
were even more beautiful than I'd imagined. Smoldering with promise.

    "Oh." She pursed her ruby lips. "But what about yours?"

    "I'm sort of hoping you'll be gentle with me." I told her, only
half-jokingly. "I'm Tom."

    "I know your name." She smiled generously, flashing me her perfect
teeth and just the tip of her tongue.

    "You do?" I widened my eyes slightly and she nodded. "Hmmmm...Do I
know yours?"

    "Oh yes." She giggled happily and her brown eyes shone with a
playful exuberance.

    "Please," I smiled back and shook my head slightly, "don't tell me
we're related."

    "That wouldn't be gentle at all would it?" She shook her head as
well and I sighed.

    "No, it wouldn't."

    "Alright..." she pulled me a little closer, leaning forward so she
could whisper in my ear, "...I won't tell you that."

    I didn't know if she was going to pull back again, but I wasn't
letting her loose anyway. We were dancing close together, slowly to a
fast beat and if people wondered, nobody cared. It was a wedding and
the wine and champagne were flowing. I had her in my arms and my hands
were in the small of the girl's back, pressing against the satin of
her dress and more, bringing her hips to mine and I understood that
she had to be feeling the excitement in my loins. My cock was hard,
pressing outward and I was moving it against her, not deliberately,
but necessarily and a girl like that, she would forgive me. I hoped.

    "So what is you do these days, Thomas?" She asked, stroking the
back of my neck lightly with her nails. "When you're not saving young
men from broken hearts, I mean."

    "I go to college." I shrugged, wondering where I'd seen those eyes
before, because they did seem almost familiar.

    "Are you going to be a doctor or a lawyer?" She wondered and her
soft tummy was undulating against my erection, driving me slightly mad
with the urge to slide my hands down to her ass.

    "I'd like to be a teacher." I smiled. "I'm studying literature."

    "Really?" She smiled then laughed.

    "What?" I smiled too. "I like it, don't you?"

    "I like poetry." She nodded. "Do you know any poems?"

    "One of mine, you mean?" I cleared my throat as she kept nodding.
"Well, as a matter of fact..."

    I was laughing and only slightly self-conscious, my face flushing
as much with pure pleasure as anything else. This was so good, so
perfect the way I was holding this woman against me. It seemed as if
I'd been born for this moment, when every decision I'd ever made in my
life, every step taken had led me to her. It was heady stuff and I
felt a bit overwhelmed by it.

    "Oh, you have to tell me one now." She whispered, pressing a silky
soft cheek against my own. "Please?"

"I love you is a little thing,
Most easily said at night;
Tis whispered in the dark
And frightened of the light."

    "Oh." The woman licked her lips and watched my eyes. "Do you
really believe that?"

    "Yeah." I told her after a moment. "I believe it, because too
often when people say it, it isn't true."

    "So your poem is about lies then." She smiled, perhaps a little
sadly and I wondered how many men had told her they loved her.

    "Maybe." I shrugged gently. "Mostly I think it's about being
afraid to examine your true feelings. It's easy to say you're in love,
but to really look at it and understand what you feel..."

    "We want to believe it." She nodded. "Okay, maybe. That's kind of
deep. Have you ever been in love?"

    "Uh..." I smiled, "...Does right now count?"

    "I don't know." She bit her bottom lip and we were moving so
slowly, it could hardly be called dancing anymore.

    "Would you like to get some fresh air?" I asked her. "There's
gardens on the roof of the hotel, or so I heard."

    "Yes." She dipped her head, dropping her eyes briefly. "I would
like that."

    =-=-=-=-=    =-=-=-=-=    =-=-=-=-=    =-=-=-=-=    =-=-=-=-=    =-
=-=-=-=

    "Are you cold?" I asked the girl once we were outside and she
shook her head.

    The roof was finished as a Grecian terrace, or so it seemed, with
imitation marble columns and balustrades. There were large sections of
planted flowered and bushes, even potted trees and it was nice, the
walkways covered over with thin canopies of brightly colored canvas
that flapped in the breeze. Lights were strung high, mostly yellow and
offering enough light to see by but with the illusion of privacy
preserved. It was pleasant and unexpected.

    "No, not at all. It's nice out tonight." She looked around as we
stepped onto the roof. "Dark too, is that why you brought me up here?"

    "To tell you I love you?" I smiled, holding her around the waist
as we walked slowly.

    "Uh-huh." The girl agreed with a soft sigh. "If it is..."

    "I've never told any girl I loved her before." I said, stopping
near the railing and looking out over the city. "But I'll tell you..."

    "...I have to tell you something, Thomas."

    "...I love you." I turned to face her. "And I don't care about
anything else."

    "I've loved you since I was thirteen." She smiled. "I've dreamed
of this, all of this. Right here and now..."

    "And now we're here." I took her in my arms and she didn't resist
me. "Thirteen, huh? Are we..."

    "Cousins." She swallowed hard. "I wish we weren't..."

    "I don't care." I decided. "It doesn't matter."

    "There's more..."

    I shushed her then with a kiss, for I was helpless to do anything
else. I didn't want to hear anymore reasons against us, the one was
sufficient and cousins or not, I'd made up my mind to have her. I may
have forced myself upon the girl, but I think not. She took me
willingly, yielding her mouth to my insistent tongue with a sweet moan
of release. If she'd loved me for ten years, and I believed that she
had, those empty days were gone now. Her desires were free for the
taking and if this girl required some proof of that, some strength of
will to take the one last step and have me, I was giving it to her.

    Her ripened breasts were crushed against my chest in our embrace
and my hands found her hips and then her ass, round and firm and
wonderfully formed to my urgency. I pulled the girl against me hard so
that she could mistake my aching manhood for nothing else. I wanted
her more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life and I had to have
her at that moment. I was pulling at her dress, gathering it in my
fists and tossing the material high so that I drew the fabric up the
back of her long legs. I wanted to touch this woman and feel her
flesh, to know that she burned with a fever equal to my own.

    I filled her mouth with my tongue, exploring her deeply and
sharing our breathless sighs between us. Her own tongue worked against
mine, squirming over and under, around me as I made love to the girl
with my mouth. Her fingers were on my shoulders and back, moving up my
neck and into my hair. She clutched me to her almost desperately, our
faces turned so that our lips were tightly sealed. It was the kiss of
a lifetime and it seemed I'd waited forever to find it. Neither of us
could let it go and even when at last I had my hands beneath her skirt
and slip, and upon the thin lace of her panties, we did not pause.

    She brought a hand down between us, to open my trousers blindly
and our lips separated barely, giving us panting breaths of humid air
to sooth our burning lungs. I groaned as she found my cock and pulled
me free and I had her skirt bunched up, around her waist. We were
separated now, enough so I could move my hand around her soft hip to
soft swell of her sex, were her panty barely covered what I most
dearly wanted to claim for my own. I wanted to take her completely, to
enter this girl and consummate our love so there could be no lingering
doubts. We would be joined then.

    "Wait..." She breathed and her face took on a look of flushing
distress, a countenance almost painful it seemed and I blinked at her.

    "What's wrong?" I asked with genuine concern and then I felt it,
something stiff and hot and unexpected.

    "I'm sorry." She swallowed hard and her eyes closed against the
sudden wetness that filled them. Her lips trembled and her hand, a
second before so firm around my erection, weakened and barely held me
at all.

    "Who are you?" I asked softly, feeling in my own hand what was
unmistakably her own hard cock and soft balls, caught beneath the lace
of her panties.

    "Regina." She said, looking down so that I caught the flash of a
single tear falling to the rooftop. "I should have told you before
this. I'm sorry."

    "Reggie?" I blinked at her...him? No, I couldn't think of this girl
as a boy no matter what evidence I held in my hands.

    "Do you hate me now?" She asked and I sensed she was afraid to
move, to step back or move close, or even let go of my cock. Regina
was terrified and waiting for the worst. Expecting it perhaps and
she'd had ten years to imagine this moment and all its possible
outcomes.

    "I told you before." I said softly. "I love you and I'm not afraid
of it."

    "What?" She looked up, blinking, but not smiling, not yet.

    "I don't care if were cousins, Regina." I told her. "And I don't
care if anyone else cares either."

    "What about..."

    "I love you." I told her softly, kissing her wet cheeks and
tasting the salty sting of her tears.

    "I love you, Tom."

    We kissed again and it was better than before, because now we knew
and we didn't have any secrets. She could relax finally and I was
content because nothing had changed, although I'd spent some moments
wondering, looking for something different. She was the same person
and still beautiful and I found myself turning her slowly, both of us
of a single mind it seemed as I took her from behind in that rooftop
garden overlooking the city.

    "Put it in me..." She breathed. "Slow...Okay? Really slow. I've
never..."

    "I promise." I whispered, bending my knees and finding her tight
virgin boy-pussy with my cockhead, wet and slippery with precum, but
that would hardly suffice, I knew.

    I was careful though, and so very slow as I'd promised. Pressing
my cock inside her ass, feeling Regina's soft sphincter struggling to
keep me out and as she finally gave way, the sensation of her anus
clasped around my shaft was a pleasure beyond imagining. The girl was
so hot inside, like a furnace and tighter than any girl I'd been with
before. I had to struggle against the primal urge to thrust into her
with all my strength, to wrap my arms around her narrow waist and
drive my cock as far inside her female form as I could.

    Instead I found myself sliding my hands across her taut stomach,
up to her breasts to take them in my gentle grip. I squeezed Regina's
tits and used them to pull her back upon me, to join me in our
lovemaking and impale herself upon my prick. She placed her hands over
mine, smiling over her shoulder into my eyes, nodding and occasionally
wincing perhaps as I tested the frail guise of her sex. We were doing
it together, Regina growing accustomed to me slowly and she'd push
herself back, rocking her hips and ass, gasping and filling the night
with the sounds of our lovemaking.

    It was a delightful torment to have Regina in that deliberate way
and my only wish was that I might have lasted longer than I did. Once
inside the girl completely, I was lost, my passion hopelessly
overmatched by the sheer physical pleasure of our union. We made love
for five minutes perhaps, certainly no more than that, before I was
pulling Regina close against me, her back to my chest with her face
turned so that I could kiss her. Regina accepted my tongue and then my
seed as my cock spasmed with my orgasm, spilling myself into her
rectum and in that way I did finally possess the woman completely.

    "You're inside me." Regina sighed when our kiss was broken and she
could feel my sperm within her.

    "Forever." I agreed, pressing my face into her thick black hair
and finding her ear.

    "Now you belong to me." She laughed lightly, reaching up to drag
her fingers through my hair and I nodded slowly.

    "I'm yours now." I promised Regina. "Be gentle with me."




End
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