Subject:     Wedding Bells 
Story Codes: MF oral inc father daughter 
Diary Date:  August 27, 2011 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Was I dreaming? Could this be real? After so much has happened could I 
actually be getting married?  Could it possibly live up to expectations? 
After all, I'd been dreaming about this day since I was a little girl and 
even written stories about my fantasy wedding.  I had everything planned down 
to the smallest detail - or so I thought.

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1 - Wedding Dreams  
   Chapter 2 - Getting Ready  
   Chapter 3 - One Last Time With My Dad  
   Chapter 4 - Consummating the Marriage  
   Chapter 5 - Filling in the Gaps


Chapter 1 - Wedding Dreams
==========================

The most beautiful white wedding dress, a church filled with friends and 
family, flowers everywhere, a giant extravagant wedding cake, the sun shining 
brightly overhead, a large wedding party, beaming parents and grandparents 
seated proudly in the front row... what girl doesnt dream of the day she 
gets married from the time she sees her first wedding? How many bridal 
magazines are bought every day by girls without even a boyfriend at the time 
just so they can fantasize about being the beautiful bride on the cover?

As for me, I had kept a box filled with all my ideas and plans that had grown 
from a small shoebox to a much larger version over the years.  It included 
invitations and programs from weddings Id either attended or been a part of 
in the past.  (Yes, I had been the proverbial always a bridesmaid, never a 
bride for many years with the ugly dresses in the closet to prove it.) 
Clippings from magazines, newspaper articles Id read, advertising materials 
from caterers, florists, and chauffeurs; it all made it to the dream box I 
kept in my bedroom while growing up.  Over the years the type of service, 
indoors versus outdoors, the dress, flowers, colors of the bridesmaid dresses 
- and styles, it all changed based on my mood and the state of my life at the 
time.  One thing never changed - the moment I said I do.

So as I entered the second quarter century of my life I had just about 
everything I needed for the wedding except to one teenie weenie little detail 
- the groom.  All through high school and college I was never lacking for 
boyfriends but they were really more boys who were friends than anyone I 
wanted to marry.  Like so many girls Id had a HUGE crush on my first 
boyfriend and even though I was just fourteen at the time, I knew as certain 
as the sun rises in the east that Id met the guy I would marry someday.  He 
was my first - and only, for months after we first did it as I couldn't 
imagine giving myself to anyone else but my future husband.  You can just 
imagine how shocked I was when he told me that he was moving away to the west 
coast, leaving me despondent and convinced I would die an old maid.  I want 
even fifteen yet but was convinced that love had passed me by.

Ill let the psychoanalysts make the call but if Im honest with myself then 
maybe it was this feeling of loss and despair that led me to become the class  
slut.  Heck, I think I qualified eventually as the SCHOOL slut although my 
younger cousin gave me a run for the title.  Once I realized how much guys 
wanted me and the lengths to which they would go to have me it became like an 
addiction. It didn't hurt that I LOVED sex.  It also helped that my parents, 
especially my mother, encouraged me to act out my dreams and fantasies.  She 
even convinced my gynecologist to put me on the pill when I was fourteen.  
Mom wasn't the only one interested in my sexual exploits.  Both of my parents 
went out of their way to make it easy for me to bring guys home rather than 
having to hide in the backseat of some car.  I suppose them being able to 
peek in and watch didnt hurt either.

Still, theres a BIG difference between enjoying being with a guy for sex and 
wanting to live your life with him.  While I did have a few guys I got closer 
to, something always seemed to get in the way.  At the end of my senior year 
I thought I had finally met the one only to find that once I left for a 
college that was hours away and thus he couldn't fuck me whenever he wanted 
that he dropped me like a hot stone.  It taught me a valuable lesson in that 
I became a bit cynical as I realized the lengths that guys would go to and 
how they would say just about anything to get in my pants.  So far as I was 
concerned, when they said I love you it was really just another way of 
saying I want to fuck you.

A few years ago I finally met him, the guy I just KNEW I wanted to marry.  
Duane was everything Id dreamed of, or so it seemed, and I was totally 
convinced that he was the going to propose at any moment.  As much as I was 
excited about the upcoming event, I was also nervous in that Duane didnt 
know anything about my incestuous background.  Would he understand that as my 
fathers daughter I had duties and responsibilities that were just as 
important as my future duties as a wife and mother? Would he object to my 
relationships with other members of my family? Could he ever truly comprehend 
the love and closeness that I had with my family because of incest when he 
had never been exposed to it before and only knew what he saw in the 
newspapers and 20/20 episodes??

Rather than come right out and tell him, I decided to introduce him one step 
at a time.  At the time I was heavily influenced by my mothers belief that 
adultery was a cardinal sin and a violation of the Ten Commandments.  Thus 
once I was married, sex outside my immediate family would be out of the 
question.   However, that also meant for my future husband that he would be 
free to enjoy the women in my family - so long as it was someone in my family 
and NOT just any girl off the street.  After all, incest is NOT adultery 
since it stays within my marriage family. (Just a note - since then my 
parents have divorced and I now consider adultery to be the act of CHEATING 
on your spouse, not just having sex with other people.)

So I told Duane about my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi who had slept together 
since their husband and father had divorced them just a couple of years after 
Kristi was born.  I figured if Duane could deal with THAT bit of information 
then maybe I could tell him about mom and my father.  Besides, I knew he 
wanted to have sex with them both anyway and this was basically giving him 
permission to do so.

Another lesson learned and this was a hard one.  Duane did NOT react well to 
the news and before it was over I lost my job and what looked to be my entire 
teaching career.  It was only the intervention of my father that salvaged 
anything.  What he said to Duane that night neither of them ever told me but 
at least it stopped things in their tracks before they got any worse.  Still, 
it took years to repair the damage - both to my career and to my heart.

Then my fairy tale fantasies came true.  Imagine my surprise the day in 
church when Steve tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to see my old 
boyfriend had returned! As it turned out, my original prediction regarding 
him from back when we first dated came true.  How many girls can say that the 
first guy they had sex with, the first guy they thought they would marry, 
would actually BE the one they married?

After the Duane incident, perhaps the scariest time for me was the day I told 
Steve about me and my dad.  Unlike what I did with Duane, I came out and just 
spilled everything.  It was a little easier as Steve was not entirely a 
stranger to incest.  Once when we dated his mother caught us having sex and 
one thing led to another. Although they both claim nothing like that ever 
happened again, they were a lot closer than your average son and mother.  
Seeing them kissing and cuddling made me wonder about them at first, 
especially when the fondling got hot and heavy but it was always over their 
clothes and never went any further than that.

Steve actually didn't believe me at first, assuming it was another practical 
joke like the ones I enjoyed playing on him.  I guess I couldn't really blame 
him but the only way to convince him was to show him.  Well, THAT settled the 
issue and the next day he proposed to me so I was glad I hadnt waited any 
longer.  While we both have agreed that what goes on between me and my dad 
stays between me and my dad, he didn't hesitate when it came to taking 
advantage of the situation.  Surprisingly to me, it was my Aunt Linda that he 
was most attracted to and then my own mother.  For a guy who has a fetish for 
younger girls, for whatever reason he likes the older ones when it comes to 
my family.

So after a nine month engagement, the moment was almost here.  Everything was 
in place and there wasnt a whole lot left to do at this point.  The previous 
night wed had our rehearsal and dinner which went off splendidly.  One thing 
I did take note of was that even though I thought I had everything planned 
down to the smallest detail, there were still a few surprises.  For instance, 
I hadnt figured that less than ten minutes after arriving that my dads 
oldest brother would be doing me in the coat room.  I also hadnt even had 
the slightest idea that my cousin would be doing the groom and his brother 
between the rehearsal and dinner.  Looking back it shouldnt have surprised 
me but who can predict everything?

Without a doubt the biggest surprise was when I learned that Jim and Sharon, 
Steves younger siblings, also had sex during the rehearsal dinner.  Now THAT 
really shocked me as I had no idea that sort of thing was going on and I 
couldn't wait to corner Sharon later to find out more about it.  I knew she 
had a crush on her older brother back in high school but never once had she 
hinted about any longings for her younger brother.

Now it was August 27th, the day that would forever more be on my calendar as 
my wedding anniversary.  I woke in the morning groggy and sleepy.  Ideally I 
wouldve had a good nights sleep but when my cousin gets in bed with me its 
not like either of us can just turn on our sides and ignore the other.  In 
the end it turned out to be a great way to spend our last night together as 
roomies.   Certainly there would be other nights but never again as two 
single cousins.   Actually I didn't even remember falling asleep as somewhere 
along the line I just became so exhausted that I more or less passed out in 
the middle of things.

I was the first to wake and I laid there motionless, enjoying the feel of 
Kristis warm nude body snuggled up against mine.  Somehow or another Id 
ended up on my back with Kristi laying on her side, one leg draped over me 
and an arm over my chest with her head resting on my shoulder.  My left arm 
was under her head and I reached down and felt her bare butt, running my 
fingers lightly along the curve of her hips. She stirred at my touch but 
didn't wake; if anything she just seemed to press in tighter against me.  I 
had to wiggle under her just a little to get comfortable and as I did I felt 
her smooth crotch pressing in tight against my upper thigh.  Mmmmmmm, I 
wished I was the one on top right now as I knew where my head would have been 
before long.

Reaching over with my right hand, I gently stroked my cousins hair away from 
her face.  She looked so peaceful and innocent when she was asleep, not a 
hint of the sexuality she had oozed just a few hours earlier.  Reaching down, 
I adjusted my boob under her as hers pressed down against it.  My pussy 
tingled as I remembered how good her mouth had felt on me and how badly I 
wanted her again.

Ive been with a number of women over my lifetime although only a small 
fraction compared to the number of guys.  Unlike guys, who Im willing to 
have fun with regardless of who they are, I tend to lean towards the women in 
my life I know and am comfortable with when it comes to sex.  Even then its 
a world of difference having sex with a girl friend as compared to being with 
your mother or cousin.  Theres a sense of intimacy that just cant be 
matched when youre with someone youve literally known all your life.  
Neither Kristi or I had a sibling so we pretty much grew up as sisters more 
than cousins.  With her mother being divorced, sometimes it seemed that they 
spent more time at our house than their own.  Of course it didnt hurt that 
my aunt loved sex with my dad even though I didn't know about THAT until I 
was having sex with him myself.

As my fingers ran slowly up Kristis bare back and then back down to her cute 
little butt, my other hand gently touched the sides of her perky boob and 
then I carefully squeezed my fingers under it so they were between our boobs, 
allowing me to cup her breast in my hand and slowly massage it.  God her 
breast felt so good in my hand and I loved the way the back of my hand felt 
against my own hardening nipple.  Apparently she liked it as well as she 
stirred again and I saw her eyes start to flicker open.

Good morning sweetie, I greeting her softly, twisting my body so we were 
now facing each other on the bed.  I put my arm around her and pulled her in 
tightly to me, pressing my leg in between hers and pushing it up tight into 
her crotch.   Her pussy felt so warm against the top of my leg and I moved it 
just enough to rub her gently.  Our boobs rubbed p against each other and I 
could feel my nipples move against hers.

Mmmmmmm, that feels so good, her first words came out.  She had her eyes 
closed again but I knew she wasn't sleeping anymore as I felt her arch her 
back and press herself in tighter against my leg.  Then she started to slowly 
hump against me, rubbing her pussy on me.

Fuck Im so damn horny, she whispered under breath as she humped against me 
more.  Well, so much for getting out of bed early!

Later as I showered all I could think about was the upcoming events! So far 
the day had started out perfectly.  While I hadnt planned on 69ing my 
cousin before even getting out of bed, it was definitely a good omen for the 
day to come.  Like the day was barely underway and already Id cum twice!


Chapter 2 - Getting Ready
=========================

Fortunately Id woke with enough time to get the morning started right with 
my cousin as we were both due at the salon by 8:30.  Ever mindful of her 
duties, my Maid of Honor was calling me a half hour beforehand to make sure 
my alarm had gone off.  Hillary was 40 years old and a good friend of mine.  
We taught together as a team at the small Christian school where I teach.  
Hillary and I had become quite close over the past year or so and it just 
felt right to ask her.  It also gave me a bit of an excuse for not choosing 
any of my friends over the other when it came to the MOH thing.  Some 
decision are just impossible to make and I never claimed to be Solomon

My other bridesmaids were going to be Beth - my absolute BFF who I think was 
a bit disappointed not to be the MOH but she dealt with it nicely.  Then 
there was Brenda, my freshman year college roomie who also had the 
distinction of being my first lesbian experience (I dont count my mom and 
aunt as that was family).   Samantha is probably best known to people who 
read my diary as the girl who got me to try sex with her dog.  Nancy was also 
one of my longtime good friends, best known for her obsession with Truth or 
Dare.  Finally there was Carrie, a close friend of Kristi with whom Id spent 
quite a few fun times with.  I decided NOT to include any relatives in my 
bridal party just so I wouldnt hurt anybodys feelings.  Even so, I still 
invited Kristi and my other cousin Tammy to join us for the preparations.  
Sharon was also invited.  I probably should have included her as a bridesmaid 
but to be honest I wasnt even 100% sure she would make the wedding until I 
actually saw her at the rehearsal.

The colors for my wedding were pink and grey.  The bridesmaid dresses were 
pink with grey trim while the groomsmen would wear grey suits with white 
shirts, pink vests and pink ties.  When we got our nails done I stuck with 
just simple light pink nails with light grey tips.  We all had them done the 
same of course, but when it came to hair it was every girl for herself!

With all the hustle and bustle of the rehearsal, this was the first time I 
actually got to spend some time alone with Sharon.  It had been years since 
we had been together yet it seemed like just yesterday when we were young 
teenagers dealing as best we could with our erupting hormones.  As was the 
case with all my friends at that age, we never actually touched one another 
but we did masturbate sometimes when we got especially hot talking about some 
guy we knew.   Once I started dating her brother most of those times revolved 
around me telling her the latest dirt on what Steve and I had done.  Perhaps 
I should have felt guilty for teasing her when I knew how badly she wanted 
her brother for herself but I never did.

After what had happened the previous night, or at least what I assumed had 
happened between her and her younger brother, I couldn't wait to get her off 
to the side for a few minutes. With so many of us crammed into the salon, 
privacy was not easily found but eventually we managed to get a few moments 
when we could be relatively alone.

OK girl, spill it, I demanded as we sat on two chairs facing one another.

Why Kelly, what in the world are you talking about? she replied coyly, 
pretending to be clueless.  For a moment she tried to appear serious but then 
she couldn't contain herself anymore and broke out into a huge grin.  OK, so 
what can I say? I know it must freak you out to think of me having sex with 
my brother but dont knock it til you try it.

I almost burst out laughing.  Wow, if she only knew! Still, I didn't give her 
any clue as to my own history of incest.  Talk about dont knock it til you 
try it, she had no idea!

So how... I mean when did this all start? I stammered, pretending to be 
flustered somewhat.

Sharon quickly gave me a rundown about how after they had moved to 
California.   It seemed like everyone was stuck up and with Sharon being a 
little on the heavy side back then the guys wouldnt talk to her so her 
younger brother came to her defense.  Not bad for an eighth grader 
considering how immature he had been when they were in Pittsburgh.  She said 
that Steve just ignored her all the more now that he wasn't dating her best 
friend anymore so it was just natural for her and Jim to grow closer.  
Finally one day when she was upset about not being invited to a dance it 
happened.  She said she felt incredibly guilty afterwards and a little bit 
dirty but she couldn't stop herself and so their relationship deepened.

We didn't have much more time but she mentioned that it got pretty tense when 
her mom found out.  Apparently she came home early one day and caught the two 
of them in her bed and all hell had broken out.  Still, they refused to stop 
despite her demands and eventually her mom and Steve just ignored them so 
long as they didn't do it in front of anyone.

So you guys have sex all the time still? I asked, trying to sound 
incredulous at the stunning news. 

Oh yeah.  I even think we might move somewhere new where people dont know 
us and get married, she gushed.

Now THAT did make my jaw drop.  Im a firm believer in the potential benefits 
of incest when done in the proper setting but to MARRY your own brother? It 
was something I would never have even considered in a fantasy.  Marriage 
would mean having kids and although I know of people who do that, it wasn't 
something I would ever do myself.  People have asked me if I would ever have 
my fathers child and my answer has always been a vehement NO.  (Of course, 
the fact he got a vasectomy after my moms difficult birth with me made the 
whole point rather moot.) 

That was all we had time for, leaving me with a thousand more questions that 
I hoped to have time for later.  With us leaving for our honeymoon the 
morning after the wedding I wondered if Sharon and I would have any time as 
the schedule was pretty stuffed as it was.  Sitting back in the salon chair I 
tried to digest the new information.  It certainly helped me to understand a 
few things better, such as why neither Steve or his mom liked to discuss the 
topic of incest.  It also helped me to understand why even though they each 
obviously had carnal desires for the other neither of them was willing to 
cross the line - although they certainly pushed it about as far as they 
could.

It was interesting to see the difference in how people react to such 
situations.   In a perfect world the relationship between Sharon and Jim 
would have paved the way for the rest of their family to become involved but 
in the real world, it actually accomplished the opposite.  I wondered if the 
two of them had not started having sex if Steve and his mom would have gone 
on to the next step.  Oh well, that was the way it was but it made me feel 
better to finally understand a situation that had baffled me for the past 
year or so.

Theres just something about spending the morning, lunch, and then the 
afternoon with friends and family doing fun things like nails, makeup and 
hair that just makes you feel special.  I looked in the mirror when all was 
said and done and I wanted to cry.  It had been ages since Id been doted on 
this way and I loved the way the girl had done my hair, exactly the way it 
looked in the magazine photo Id shown her.  I felt like a princess ready for 
her royal wedding.  Well, the country club may not be Buckingham Palace but 
it was MY wedding this time and because of that it was going to be the most 
special one ever.


Chapter 3 - One Last Time With My Dad
=====================================

We arrived at the country club a couple of hours before the wedding.  Special 
rooms had been set aside for the wedding party with the guys off somewhere in 
theirs and all us girls in our own.  I never did see where the guys were.  
For that matter we hadnt seen any of them all day.  Steve had mentioned 
something about some massive video game tournament so I left him to do his 
thing while I had my day with my girls.

The room was decked out with flowers and ribbons.  Someone had brought in a 
portable player and had their phone or whatever hooked up to play music. 
There was a table of finger foods which I tried to stay away from as the last 
thing I needed was to spill something on me or stain my fingers or dirty a 
nail.  In the far corner was my wedding dress, hanging up waiting for me.  I 
LOVED my dress.   After all the ones Id tried on it was the one that I knew 
was the perfect one the moment I looked in the mirrors.  I still tried on 
some others but once Id seen it I was just going through the motions.  My 
aunt made sure the price tags were hidden so I never did find out exactly 
what it cost after the alterations but from the way my dad teased me I got 
the idea it wasnt exactly cheap.  Oh well, its something you only buy once 
and even though you only wear it for a few hours its the memories that last 
a lifetime.

The photographers were everyone it seemed.  There were three guys with 
cameras and one with a video recorder.  The head guy was giving directions to 
the other three who pretty much stayed in the background taking shots of 
everyone else while he pretty much focused on me.  My mom was with me the 
whole time for emotional support while my aunt hovered, keeping track of all 
the details.  I wore just a robe while the girls all changed into their gowns 
and then they left, leaving just me and my mom with the head photographer.

I saw my mom talking to the photographer as I sat in a chair next to my gown, 
waiting for her instructions.  She and the photographer were apparently 
discussing the shots she wanted with her doing all the talking and him just 
nodding his head with a serious expression.  Id never met the guy until the 
rehearsal the previous night and even then, we hadnt exchanged anything more 
than what it took to get the shots he wanted.  He was actually quite 
handsome, probably in his late thirties or early forties if I had to guess.  
He wore black everything - black pants, a black t-shirt, black shoes and 
socks.  I couldn't help but smile as he looked just as I imagined a cat 
burglar might dress before a heist.

OK, I think were ready now, my mom announced as the two of them approached 
me, Lets take a few first for your special album, what do you say?

We had talked in the past about the photos I wanted for my wedding.  Of 
course I wanted all the usual shots but I also wanted to have something 
special that I could share with my husband after the wedding.  Although he 
wasn't allowed to be anywhere near me now, I wanted him to be able to see the 
preparations for the wedding someday.

I stood up and she got in behind me and helped me remove the robe.  I was 
nude underneath and while I assumed my mom had this all worked out with the 
photographer, I was still pleased to see his eyes widen just a little and 
then he regained his professional demeanor and got busy with the camera.  As 
he took an almost continuous series of shots (isnt digital photography just 
the best thing ever invented?) I dropped the robe behind me into my mothers 
arms and stood there posing nude for the camera.

I got the idea quickly that this was not his first experience with erotic 
photography as he immediately began giving me direction for how to pose.  
These were not just porn shots but more what I would call erotic photography.  
Yes, I was nude but still there was a feeling of good taste about every shot.  
There actually was very little that was sexy per se in that he didn't have me 
touch myself in any blatant way.  It was more like he was trying to tell a 
story in photos, of a girl preparing herself for her upcoming wedding, gazing 
out the window, holding a photo of my fiance, checking out my wedding dress.

After he had taken the nudes my mom stepped in to help me get dressed.  I sat 
down in the chair as she put on my garter. If the photographer had any 
thoughts about how she caressed my bare leg in the process he kept them to 
himself but he had to have sense of how close my mother and I were and I just 
hoped he was managing to capture those feelings in the photos he was 
shooting. 

Again, if the guy had any questions about me not putting on any panties as my 
mom helped me with my dress he kept those to himself as well.  That was one 
thing Id decided long ago.  There was no way I was going to be wearing 
anything under there for when my husband got down to retrieve the garter. 
Plus there was the naughty feeling it was already giving me to know I would 
be standing in front of all those people completely bare ass under my dress.

Finally I was encased in the dress.  What I mean is a wedding dress is NOT 
something you just slip on and off, at least not the one I chose.  There were 
enough ties, snaps, and hooks to make it more like a strait jacket. Once on, 
it wasn't coming off again until the night was over! I looked in the mirror 
and again it was all I could do to keep the tears at bay so as not to ruin my 
makeup. My mom looked at me and I could see her over my shoulder behind me in 
the mirror, She was beaming.  Indeed, her little girl was about to get 
married.

You look stunning, my mom said, her voice choking up a bit as well as her 
emotions seemed to be about to get the better of her.  I wanted to kiss her 
and hug her but that would have to wait.

I love you mom, was all I could get out.

I love you too baby, she replied.  Then she shooed out the photographer and 
it was just the two of us for the moment. 

I need to go take care of something, she said cryptically.  But I know 
someone wants to see you right about now.

She was beaming and while I wasn't exactly sure what she needed to do, I had 
a pretty good idea of who she was talking about when it came to being with 
me.   There was just one man in the world right now I wanted to see - my 
father.

She gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out from the room.  I turned to 
look out the window which overlooked the putting green where the ceremony was 
to take place.  Everything looked wonderful.  My heart about burst as I 
thought about how so many people had worked so hard to make this day perfect 
for me.  I looked down and saw Steve with his guys.  The windows were tinted 
and with the sun as it was I knew he couldnt see me.  He looked SOOOOOO 
handsome.  It was hard to believe that in just an hour or so he was going to 
be my husband, my soul mate and partner for life.

Just then I heard the door opening behind me.  I stood there silently, 
listening to the approaching footsteps as my heart rate climbed.

Wow... You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.

I turned and smiled at my father.  He looked so handsome! He was wearing the 
same style suit as Steve and the groomsmen. For a moment we just stood there 
a few feet apart, a father and his adoring daughter just minutes before her 
marriage.  This was to be the last time I would be with him this way.  
Forever more I would still be his daughter, but I would also be another mans 
wife.   This moment was so special as it was the last time I would be just 
his. 

I love you so much daddy, thank you so much for everything, I said, my 
voice breaking as I was barely able to contain my tears.

He stepped forward and put his arms around me, holding me tightly against 
him.   I felt so protected, so safe in his arms.  All my life this was the 
man Id turned to when I needed protection.  He was the one man who never 
betrayed me, never failed to be there when I needed him.  Everything I had I 
owed to him.

I love you too Kelly, he whispered to me.  I could tell he was feeling as 
emotional as I was.

Show me daddy.. show me one last time how much you love me.

Indeed, that was what I wanted more than anything else at this particular 
moment.  It is important to note that I did not ask him to prove his love 
to me as I would never question my fathers love for his only daughter.  It 
was more the symbolic nature that counted.  Words can only go so far before 
actions are needed.  While my dad has told me more times than I could ever 
count how much he cares for me and loves me, when I feel him inside of me it 
takes me to an entirely higher level.  Not only does it demonstrate his love 
and respect for me, but it is also a symbol of his lust for me which has 
supported me through those days when I felt ugly or unwanted.  To have your 
own father desire you in the most intimate manner he can express is something 
that I can never fully express. Only a girl who has felt herself mated with 
her father, to feel her body joined with him and then to feel him moving deep 
inside of her can truly understand my desires at that moment.

I would do anything for you baby, he whispered to me, Just tell me what 
you want.

Of course he knew what I wanted, that wasn't the point.  It wasn't the same 
want I feel when Steve is about to fuck me, and nothing like the urge I get 
when I am about to be taken by someone whom Ive never met before.  This was 
something special, something unique, something I could never share with any 
other man in the entire world because only one man is my father.

Make love to me daddy, I said ever so softly.

At that I saw tears begin to stream from his face.  For the first time in my 
life I asked my father no to just fuck me but instead to make love to me.  It 
was not something that came easily to my lips.  Indeed, the only man I ever 
intended to make love to me was to be my husband.  Anyone else, no matter who 
he might be, could only fuck me.  To be honest, I think I was as shocked as 
he was to hear those words as I had never dreamed or planned to say that to 
him.   Indeed, whenever I fantasized about this moment the words were always 
along the lines of, Fuck me daddy, fuck your little girl before she gets 
married.

Oh baby, you have no idea how much that means to me, he said in a voice 
hoarse with emotion.

With that I turned around and twisted the chair around so that I was holding 
onto the back of it for support, facing the large window so that I could see 
the people assembling for the upcoming ceremony.  The chairs were already 
three- quarters filled and more people were waiting to be seated by the 
ushers.  As I watched I leaned forward and felt my dad raising up the back of 
my wedding gown.   It wasn't quite as simple as flipping up a miniskirt and I 
could only imagine how it was bunched up on my back.  Then I felt his large 
hand on my bare bottom as his dick pressed into my exposed butt.

A sigh escaped my lips as I felt his erection pressing against my welcoming 
pussy.  He had his hand around his hard shaft, sliding it up and down my wet 
pussy slit.  I gasped as he rubbed the head against my sensitive clit and 
then teasing the opening of my wet pussy with it.

This is just for you baby, he whispered as I felt him penetrate me.  Oh 
god, he did it soooooo slowly.  It was like he wanted to savor every moment 
he could as he ever so slowly pushed himself inside of me.  Inch by inch I 
felt his dick sliding into me, filling me more and more as he went.

Oh daddy! I sighed as he bottomed out inside of me.  His bushy pubic hair 
felt soft against my smooth butt as he pushed his crotch up against my ass.

As my dads dick entered me, I couldn't take my eyes off the crowd, watching 
the various friends and relatives as my father began to stroke himself in and 
out of me.  Oh my god, there were my kids from school last year! I even saw 
little Kaylyn and memories of what Id witnessed at her house a few months 
earlier came flooding back.  God, if only she could see me now and see what 
it was like to have your father not just fuck you as I knew hers did to her 
but to make love to her as only a father can to his daughter.

With all the trapping I had one there wasn't much I could do but stand there 
and let my dad do all the work.  My heart was about to burst as everything I 
had dreamed about for so many years was now happening, just as I had always 
hoped it would.  To do it almost within sight of my wedding guests made it 
all the more erotic for me.  Indeed, given that 90% of them had no idea I 
practiced incest, what would they say if they could see what the bride was 
doing just before she said her vows.

Im cumming baby.... I cumming, my dad groaned as I felt his jerk as he 
shot his incestuous cum into me.

My dad would have cum in me in any case but it was especially important now 
that he did, and as deep in me as he could.  First, I didn't want there to be 
any risk of his cumming anywhere he shouldnt.  Like how devastating would it 
be to have cum on my wedding dress as I walked down the aisle? Second, and 
much more importantly, it sealed one of my biggest fantasies - to walk down 
the aisle bare ass with my dads fresh cum inside of me.

I didn't cum myself but it was unnecessary.  I had everything I could handle 
as it was just dealing with my father making love to me only minutes before 
he was to give me away in marriage.  What more could I have ever asked for?

When he had finished my dad stayed inside of me for a couple of minutes.   
Neither of us said a word but instead we just stayed coupled together, 
etching this memory into our minds forever. It was one of those moments I 
would never forget, standing there in my wedding gown with my fathers spent 
dick in me, his cum deep inside of me as I gazed down and watched my soon-to-
be husband waiting for me.


Chapter 4 - The Ceremony
========================

No sooner had my dad gotten his pants back together and I had my gown back in 
order was there a knock on the door.  Thank god we were done as I hadnt 
realized it had been unlocked! In came Hillary without waiting for anyone to 
answer but then why should she have worried about privacy? After all, so far 
as she knew it was just me and my dad exchanging a few last words.  I could 
only imagine if she had even the slightest clue that even now I could feel my 
fathers incestuous cum threatening to drain from my pussy.  No doubt my 
teaching position at a strict Christian school would have vaporized.

Is someone ready to get married? she called out gleefully as my dad stepped 
out of the room as inconspicuously as he could.  Hillary helped gather my 
train and we worked our way out to the area where the wedding party was 
gathered.

My dad had joined my mother as it was about their turn to be escorted down 
the aisle to their seats.  My grandparents on my dads side were already 
seated and I saw my grandmother from my mothers side was being led down to 
her seat as the music played.  Then came the parents and I watched with pride 
as my mom and dad took their sets in the front row.   Steve led his best man 
and groomsmen in and then one by one my bridesmaids walked in holding their 
bouquets.  Everything was set now.  This was the moment Id always dreamed 
of.

Ready baby? my dad murmured, holding out his arm for me.

The music changed to Here comes the Bride and everyone stood and turned to 
watch us make our entrance.  A number of people had tried to talk me into 
something more non-traditional for my processional music but as tradition-
bound as I was, there was really no other option no matter how corny it may 
sound.

I could hear the crowd murmuring as my dad led me across the grass and then 
slowly down the aisle.  I felt like I was in a fairy tale and all this was 
somehow just a dream.  Any worries I might have had about tripping from my 
heels digging into the turf disappeared as it was like I was floating on air 
the entire way.  Everyone was smiling and I could hear them saying what a 
beautiful dress I was wearing.  I felt so proud I thought I might burst!

As I stood there holding onto my dads arm and the minister opened with a 
prayer, it was like I was in some sort of time warp and everything was 
happening in slow motion except me.  Memories came flooding back to me of my 
childhood and how me and my parents were always doing things together.  I 
thought about all the boys Id had sex with during school and how I doubted 
any of them ever thought I was make it to this point in my life.  I looked at 
my friends and family and thanked god for blessing me with the most wonderful 
people in the world. 

I also said a little prayer thanking god for long wedding dresses as I felt 
my dads cum seeping from my pussy and down the inner part of my thigh.  
There was absolutely nothing I could do about it so I just had to try and not 
think about it - not nearly as easy as that may sound.  Of course I COULD 
have worn panties but then I would not have been able to feel his cum 
dripping from me and that has always been part of my dream for my perfect 
wedding.

The ceremony was short and simple.  Rather than some long song I had arranged 
for a short bible reading by one of my cousins.  Being it was outdoors we 
knew candles were a bad idea so instead of a union candle we used two 
different colors of sand which we poured together into a single vase to 
symbolize the blending of our lives. When it came time for our vows we did 
the usual till death do us part thing but then we each read own vows as 
well.  For me, I reached back and Hillary slipped a rolled up scroll into my 
hand which I then made a show of unfurling all six feet of it or so.  The 
crowd laughed as I started reading which turned out to be probably the 
lengthiest part of the entire ceremony by the time I reached the end of the 
scroll.  When it was Steves turn he reached inside his suit and pulled out 
his iPhone, again sending ripples of laughter through the crowd.  His words 
were considerably shorter but that was to be expected.

Then it was time.  The minister pronounced us man and wife and told Steve he 
could kiss me.  Rather than lean towards him, instead I arched my back and 
leaned toward Hillary who had a small bottle of mouthwash ready for me.  One 
spritz and then I turned back to Steve and we made out like lovers, tongue 
and all.  For a moment I forgot about everyone else as all I felt was my new 
husbands lips on mine as my dads cum drained further down my leg.  The 
minister couched politely and reluctantly we parted as everyone clapped and 
cheered for us.

It was over.  I was married!


Chapter 5 - Consummating the Marriage
=====================================

After what seemed to be hours of pictures (but really maybe no more than 
thirty minutes) the wedding party made its triumphal entrance into the 
country club ballroom and the party began.  The food looked delicious but 
honestly it was about the last thing on my mind at that moment.  We hadnt 
hardly even sat down before the glasses were tinkling and we repeated out 
first kiss - a gesture repeated MANY times as the night wore on.

Over the years Id spent many a night masturbating as I fantasized about my 
reception party.  In my more vivid dreams I fucked every man in the room as 
the bride laid on the table and opened her legs for one and all to have a 
share.  Of course those were just fantasies but it still would have been 
pretty hot. There were a couple of things that I wanted to happen, regardless 
of which scenario came true.  First, my marriage Would be consummated before 
we left the reception.  Second, each of us would fuck at least one of the 
others bridal party.

The only thing is I hadnt mentioned that last one to any of my girls and I 
wondered if Steve had anyone prepared on his side of the table. For me, the 
choice was simple.  There was only one girl I would even think of sharing 
with Steve on this night and that would be my very best friend Beth.  As the 
only girlfriend of mine that had been fucked by my dad, it seemed only 
fitting she be the only one to fuck my new husband as well.

The first hour or so everything was so busy that there was no chance 
whatsoever for Steve and I to spend any time in private, let alone have sex. 
Between the meal, the cake cutting and the garter and bouquet ceremonies it 
was all a whirlwind to me. 

When it came time for the garter ceremony, Steve and I had something special 
worked out that turned out really well.  Unknown to anyone but Beth and 
Kristi, when it was time I made a quick entrance and sat down as fast as I 
could before anyone could see that I was waddling. I had my dress hitched up 
just enough to get it off the floor.  My heels were ditched and I was wearing 
white flip-slops which were a LOT more comfortable and easier to get around 
in.

The DJ started the music and Steve came out on the dance floor like a proud 
peacock.  His friends cheered him on until suddenly he dove and slid on his 
stomach right under my dress.  Then he slipped out but instead of holding my 
garter he had small plastic wrench! Everyone laughed and in he went again, 
this time coming out with a lint brush.  That was followed by successive 
trips resulting in items scattered all over the dance floor as everyone got 
into it and started debating what he would come out with next. 

Finally he got serious and I swear half of him was buried under my dress.  
This was no reach under the dress and blindly follow the leg up to the garter 
thing like at every other wedding Id intended.  Fortunately the previous 
acts made the whole thing light-hearted and so people werent offended by 
what could otherwise have been interpreted as being somewhat risqu. Steve 
made a big showing of pushing out on my dress as he reached my garter which I 
had almost all the up to my crotch.  What people didn't know was that he had 
on hand on my leg while the other was poking up my pussy! I let out a started 
shriek as two fingers went up inside of me and everyone laughed, thinking I 
was just faking being shocked by whatever he was doing under there.  Expect 
for a few people, I doubt any of them had the slightest clue what was really 
going on underneath.

Steve merged triumphantly with my garter as I feigned embarrassment but 
nobody could have know how horny I was at that moment.  God, I could have 
jumped Steve right then and there in front of everyone! 

The groomsmen gathered to catch the garter and while they were lining up, 
Steve leaned over to me and said in a voice low enough that nobody else could 
hear, The one who catches it is the one, got it?

Oh my god, so THAT was how he was playing it.  From the way the guys were 
positioning themselves and looking at me I had to wonder if he hadnt already 
told them about his plan.  No doubt most of them probably thought he was just 
teasing them with a plan that bordered on being bad taste but then you never 
know. 

In any case, Steve released my garter like a rubber band over his shoulder 
and the line surged forward as the guys practically fought to get it.  At one 
point I thought they tear it to pieces and then what would THAT have meant - 
would I have had to fuck every guy that had even the smallest piece of my 
garter?

As luck would have it some guy caught it that I didn't know.  He was one of 
Steves buddies from out in California that had flown in for the ceremony.   
Steve had introduced me to all his guys at one point but it had just been a 
quick meet and greet and I had never even had a one-to-one conversation with 
him.  Hmmmmmm, did he know about the arrangement Steve had made with me? 
Well, judging by the look and wink he gave me after catching the garter he 
must have.

With that it was time for the bride to dance with her father.  As my dad took 
me in his arms I once again thought about how it had felt to have his cum in 
me during the ceremony.  By now Id cleaned up but the memories were still 
fresh.   Too bad there couldn't be a father-daughter fuck instead! Steve and 
his mom danced next and as I watched them I wondered how many people knew 
what willpower they were exhibiting to keep their hands off each others 
private parts!  Hmmm, what would have people thought about the most - a 
father fucking his daughter or a mother being groped by her son? So much for 
the scheduled events.  The rest of the evening was spent socializing, 
drinking and dancing.  I stuck with Diet Coke and I gave Steve the evil eye 
when I thought he was going past his limit on the beer.  He had a lot to do 
before the night was over and the last thing I wanted was him passing out 
before hed fulfilled his responsibilities.

That left just two things on my to do list.  The first thing had to be the 
consummation of our marriage.  While I knew Steve had no objections to me 
having sex with other men after we were married, the FIRST guy to fuck me 
once I had the ring had to be hymn, no questions asked.  As it was turning 
out, this was not as easy as it sounded.  It was like we were never left 
alone more than a minute or two. I couldnt even go to the bathroom without 
an escort! Of course I really did need one to deal with the dress but you get 
the point.  The question in my mind was becoming how were we going to do 
this?

Then it hit me.  One of the things the wedding planner had arranged for was a 
photo booth.  People could go in and have four shots taken of them in various 
poses, something like the photo booths you see in stores and other places.  
It even produced the same four photos on a single piece of photo paper.  It 
was all done automatically.  The only thing the guy running it had to do was 
put the printed photos in a plastic casing and run it though a machine that 
heated and sealed it.  I had no idea it was going to be there until someone 
mentioned it and showed me the photos they had taken.  Instantly I knew it 
was exactly what I was looking for - private yet almost public.  We would 
only have a few minutes but the point wasnt to have a long love-making 
exercise but just to get his dick in me enough to seal the marriage. 

There was a long line but one nice thing about it being MY wedding was that I 
got head-of-the-line privileges to everything. I grabbed Steve away from some 
guys he was talking to and told him what I had in mind.  He just shook his 
head but he knew better than to argue with me.  Hmmm, at least he was being a 
good husband from the start!

On the way I grabbed Kristi and filled her in quickly.  As Steve and I cut in 
line to be the next inside, she worked her way to behind the guy working the 
booth where she would be sure he didn't see the ones of me and Steve, at 
least not the more private ones.

The couple ahead of us exited from behind the curtain and Steve and I ducked 
inside.  There was barely enough room to maneuver as the mechanical voice 
welcomed us and instructed us on what was about to happen.  Thankfully Steve 
was already hard from anticipation.  I turned sideways to the camera as Steve 
lifted my dress up and over my back, quickly pulling down his pants as the 
voice counted down.  He barely had his dick our and with it close to my ass 
when the flash went and photo number one was taken.  The next one had his 
dick in me as did the third and for the fourth I turned quickly and took him 
in my mouth Justin time before the final flash went off.

Knowing people would want to see the results, I poked my head out an 
apologized, saying the first ones messed up and we had to do another set.  
These were more serious and soon our turn was over and we exited from behind 
the curtain. My pussy was tingling from being teased for those few seconds 
Steve had fucked me but the deed was done.  NOW we were officially married.

Kristi had spirited away the first set of photos and a sleeve, allowing the 
guy running the booth to return to process the second batch.  From the look 
he was giving us I had the idea that he had a pretty good feeling about what 
had been going on inside the booth between Steve and I.  Oh well, let him 
fantasize.  We were about to leave when Steves face suddenly had this look 
of shock and he turned back to the guy running the booth.  I couldn't hear 
them talking but then the guy w doing something on the computer with Steve 
watching carefully over his shoulder.  The photo guys face lit up and I saw 
Steve grab his arm a bit forcibly upon which the photo guy did something on 
the keyboard which made Steve happier.

what was that all about? I asked him.

Steve just pointed to a sign and I about burst out laughing.  It said that a 
DVD of all the photos taken could be ordered and mailed to your home.  Oh my 
god, imagine if those four pics we had taken had stayed on the guys 
computer! 

With our marriage sealed it was time for the two of to work on the second 
half of my list of things to get done at the reception.  Id already 
discussed this with Beth the last time she was at my house and she had been 
so turned on by the idea that we ended up in bed together - something that 
didn't happen between us except on special occasions.  Thus I had no worries 
that she and Steve would find a time and place to get it done.  For me it was 
a different story.  I didn't even know this guy so how was I suppose to get 
him to fuck me? Heck, I wasn't even sure that he would do me.

Could you at least introduce us again? I asked Steve, nodding towards his 
friend who was wearing the garter on his arm like an old-time barkeeper.  
Steve grinned at me and agreed but before we reached him I grabbed his arm 
and pulled his ear down to me again.  So does he know the arrangement?

Steve grinned at me and nodded.  Seeing the curiosity on my face, he pulled 
me to the side and quickly explained.  Apparently he had been to another 
wedding where the same sort of deal had been arranged.  Yes, it was this 
guys wedding.   So he was married to boot!

So you fucked his wife the night of their wedding? I asked.

Yeah, it was pretty wild, he smirked. So thats why I made sure he got the 
garter.  I owe the guy Kelly.

With that he introduced me to Kory who shook my hand and leered at me like 
some drunken pervert.  From the looks of the bottles on the table around him, 
no doubt I had him dead to rights on both counts.

By now the crowd was thinning so it was easier to sneak off for a few minutes 
without everyones eyes on me.  I looked to Steve for any help but he just 
grinned and kissed me, whispering in my ear, Youre on your own this time 
Kelly. Then he walked off, apparently to check up on the whereabouts of 
Beth.

Had I been any other girl there it would have been pretty easy to slip out 
unnoticed and do it about anywhere.  Heck for all I knew people had been 
doing it all night in the best of wedding reception tradition.  However, 
wearing a billowing white dress made it rather hard to go incognito! The 
photo booth had been fine for what Steve and I wanted to accomplish but I 
imaged Kory had more I mind than just a five second fuck.

Come on, Ive been checking the place out and I know the perfect spot, he 
said, motioning me to follow him.  We made our way out and he turned down a 
hallway and opened the second door on the right.  It was some sort of office, 
from the looks of it maybe the clubhouse manager.  In any case it was dark 
and deserted, perfect for what we needed.

Kory turned on a small desk lamp that barely broke the darkness and then 
locked the door behind us.  Turning to me, he had that look of a lion about 
to pounce on its prey.  Leaning towards me, he reached forward as if to kiss 
me but I pulled away, leaving him a bit surprised.

What the fuck? he complained.

Ill suck your dick and you can fuck me but no kissing, got it? I said 
forcefully, leaving no room for negotiation. 

He had been drinking and I dont like kissing drunks but that was secondary.   
Being fucked was just sex but kissing him felt a lot more intimate and on the 
evening of my marriage, the only man I wanted to be intimate with was my new 
husband. 

Kory shrugged his shoulders. I suppose in his mind he was getting the better 
end of the deal in the first place so who was he to argue? 

Well, lets get to it then, shall we? he said, undoing his belt and then 
pulling down his pants and underwear.  I wasn't left with many options as 
there was no way the dress was coming off so all I could do was lift it up 
and out of the way as much as possible. I did so, sitting down on the desktop 
with my legs handing over the end as I held the dress bunched up on my lap in 
my arms in front of me. 

No panties... nice touch, Kory said admiringly as he stroked his already 
erect cock with his hand.  So tell me, was he really fingering you under 
there when he took off the garter?

I just grinned which told him all he needed to know.  Damn, I figured he was 
just exaggerating, he said ruefully.  Looks like good old Steve married 
himself quite a slut.

He stood in front of me with his dick poking out and so I leaned over and 
with my hands on the desktop to steady myself, I took his dick in my mouth 
without any fanfare or playing around. 

Damn, youre not just a slut, youre a cock-hungry slut, Kory laughed as I 
started to suck on his dick.  His laughs changed to groans and moans as I 
worked on his dick.  I only did it for a few minutes though, then I leaned 
back and spread my legs. 

That was sort of quick, wasnt it? he whined.

Are you gonna fuck me or just complain? I said, suddenly feeling like I 
just wanted to get this over with.  I thought of Steve and Beth and how the 
two of them were no doubt having quite a time at this same moment while I was 
stuck with this moron.   Still, a deal was a deal.

Alright, alright, you dont have to ask twice, Kory chuckled as he moved in 
between my legs and quickly inserted his pencil dick in me.  Yeah, the guy 
was built like a fourteen year-old - and thats being cruel to the fourteen 
year- olds of the world.

He was in me and cumming in me before I hardly even realize he was fucking 
me.   Wow, he must have been REALLY horny! He started to pull out of me as he 
came but I wasn't about to have my wedding dress stained with some strangers 
cum so I grabbed onto him and pulled him into me as he came. 

It was over and done in what had to be less than ten minutes, maybe ever 
closer to five.  Still, even thought it wasnt the best fuck Id ever had, it 
was a notch in my belt so to say and something to remember as we sat around 
on future anniversaries.

Stay here an count to 100 before you come out, I instructed him as I made 
ready to leave the room.  I opened the door and thankfully nobody was 
watching.   Making my way alone back to the reception I ran across Kristi. 

There you are! Ive been looking all over for you.  Where have you been? 
she asked.

I held up one hand making a circle with my thumb and forefinger which using 
my other hand to poke a finger through the whole - the universal sign for 
fucking.

But I thought Steve was with Beth? Kristi started out and then her voice 
trailed off as she realized what I meant.  She grinned and looked around, 
OK, so who was it?

By then Kory made it back - he must have either cheated or counted REALLY 
fast.   I nodded towards him and Kristis face scrunched up.  Ewwwww, him? 
she asked in an unbelieving tone. 

I quickly explained about the garter game rules, leaving out the part about 
the results being rigged.  Kristi just shook her head, saying something about 
how I should have done someone better than him.

In the end that was all the sex I had that night.  The rest of the evening 
was spent enjoying the company of friends and family.  Everyone wanted to 
know where we were going on our honeymoon and my response to everyone as the 
same -= if they find out where then tell me.  Indeed, Steve was keeping this 
one REALLY close to his vest so to speak.  The only hint I had finally wring 
from him was when he checked to make sure I had my passport up to date.  So I 
knew we would be leaving the country but I didn't have the foggiest ideas as 
to where.

Finally we announced our departure and left everyone to close the place down.   
Steve had arranged for a suite at a downtown hotel which was actually an 
expense he could have spared.  We were both exhausted so much of the place 
went unexplored.  We didn't even get in the giant whirlpool bath tub.  It was 
like see how fast we could strip and get in bed where it was like we had sex 
for the first time!

So now Im married... oh yeah!


Chapter 5 - Filling in the Gaps 
===============================

As busy as things were and with all the people and events, it was impossible 
for me to know everything that was going on during the wedding.  During our 
honeymoon and then in the days since I have pieced together much of what 
happened. As I didn't witness any of this I can only go by what people told 
me and even then, any details I might give would have to be made up since 
nobody told me any - at least not in enough detail to fabricate a story.  So 
here are a few snippets to fill in the gaps of what went on during the 
wedding and subsequent reception...

First, as it turned out I wasn't the only one at the wedding bare ass under 
my dress with a pussy full of fresh cum.  OK, so there may have been others 
but the one I know of specifically belonged to my mother and whose cum was 
more fitting to be in her than from her soon-to-be son-in-law.  Yes, when my 
mom left the room so my dad could be with me it turned out she went straight 
to Steve where she offered to do what his mother should have - to let him 
fuck her.  Id like to say t was done out of kindness but knowing my mom she 
was happy to have any excuse to have Steve fuck her.  How many years had I 
listened to her tell me how she couldn't wait for me to get married so she 
could have a new guy to fuck her?  True, at those times we didnt know she 
would be divorced and then it wouldnt matter if the guy wasnt in the family 
yet. Then to just keep up with me, I guess, she left her panties behind in 
the mens dressing room.  Wow, I hadnt realized that when she and my dad 
stood up during part of the ceremony that both mother and daughter were 
dripping fresh cum form someone other than their husbands.

As it turned out, not even my mother knew at the time that she wasn't the 
first older women that Steve had fucked that day.  My Aunt, his favorite 
target in the months before the wedding besides me, was determined to be the 
first one he fucked on my wedding day so she had stopped by his house and 
offered her services.  Fortunately Marlene was out with Sharon for breakfast 
or I dont know how my aunt would have explained her being there but 
thankfully it all worked out for the best.

Speaking of Sharon, Jim made sure to pull me aside during the reception to 
inform me that he and Sharon had done it just before the wedding as well.  
Damn, it was like everyone in our families was getting laid within a half 
hour of the ceremony! They had done it out in the parking lot which I would 
have thought to be a bit more dangerous given all the traffic but it seemed 
if anything that just motivated them all the more.

Afterwards I did manage to get Sharon alone for maybe two minutes, long 
enough to confirm her brothers boasting and for her to put in her own two 
cents as to how hot it was to fuck her own brother with people walking past 
the car - and I dont mean the 90 degree heat.  She mentioned something about 
the four of us getting together some time but we didn't have time to finish 
our conversation before people broke in on us.  Unfortunately I never got to 
follow up on that offer but I had a really good idea of what Steves take 
would be and it wouldn't be pretty.

Then there was Kristi.  What can I say about my ex-prostitute of a cousin?  
According to her she had taken three loads of cum in her pussy and two in her 
mouth.  Two of those were from the groomsmen ranks while the rest were from 
guys she hooked up with during the reception.  I had no reason NOT to believe 
her as if anything, I figured she was plenty motivated to outdo me on my own 
wedding day if at all possible, at least when it came to the total count.

And so just like that it was over.  Years of planning, hundreds of hours of 
fantasizing, thousands of dollars in expenses and it was done and over with.  
Now it was time for the mystery to be solved.  Where was Steve taking me on 
my honeymoon?

THE END