Subject: Rehearsal and Dinner (M+F, FF, oral, incest)
Diary Date: August 26, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary
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I've "rehearsed" this event at least a million times over the years so obviously
it wasn't for me. Still, it's traditional plus everyone else needed to learn
what to do. I had a few items on my "to do" list that I was looking forward to.
Yet it was the things NOT on my list that made it memorable.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 - Traditions Old and New
Chapter 2 - Steve's Family Arrives
Chapter 3 - Surprising Uncle
Chapter 4 - Kristi Takes Advantage
Chapter 5 - The Dinner
Chapter 1 - Traditions Old and New
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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! Nymphomaniac was OK, but schizophrenic?
No matter what the final plan may be, I was always pretty sure of a few
things... the white flowing wedding dress (non 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. 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...
Chapter 2 - Steve's Family Arrives
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For those who have followed my diary closely, you know that I first met Steve
back in the summer before I became a freshman in high school. 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 (three years younger making him a year younger than me and Sharon)
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 seventh
grade brother. As for me and Sharon, like most girls at that age we use to have
sleepovers and play silly games like Truth or Dare that inevitably got a little
carried away. Like 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 risqu� 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 have 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 have 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 do not 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 as 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.
Chapter 3 - Surprising Uncle
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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. She was just thirteen
then and all I did was give her some masturbation pointers. She was fourteen
when 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 wa
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 clich� 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 ay she would ever understand her
husband fucking ANY other woman, let alone his niece and let alone 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 it�s 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 over twelve years ago 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, fucking me 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 cold 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 gabbed 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 forma
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 na�ve
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.
Chapter 4 - Kristi Takes Advantage
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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 had expected Kristi to come long
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!
Chapter 5 - The Dinner
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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 cold have 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
suppose 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 n=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 gong 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