Subject:     My Wedding Rehearsal and Dinner 
Story Codes: Mf Ff Fsolo oral inc father daughter 
Diary Date:  August 26, 2011 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

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
==================================

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 hadnt 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.  Thats where the planning comes in.  Now it was time to put 
those plans into action...


Chapter 2 - Steve's Family Arrives
==================================

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.  
Steves 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 wasnt 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 
couldnt get boys to do them

Another question I get asked a lot is whether or not there is any incest in 
Steves 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 werent 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 its all written down.  I have to 
say its 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.  Steves 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.  Marlenes 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 Steves mom, it was another promotion and a resulting job transfer so she 
had little choice, especially in todays job market.  If your employer tells 
you to move, you move.  It so happened that Steve had just finished his 
paramedic training and didnt 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 peoples 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.  Ive 
never seen them naked together and Steve swears that they arent when Im not 
there either.  To them, its 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 Ive become 
accustomed to her presence to the point I hardly even know shes in the room 
these days.  ONE time I made a suggestion that maybe she would like to join 
in but trust me, Ill never make THAT mistake again.  Lets just say she 
wasnt 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 didnt 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 wasnt 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 wed been friends so most of it was just 
reminiscing about the good old days.  How things would go when she arrived 
would be anybodys 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.  Whats the big deal?

So you dont care if he does me again then?

Steves 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 wasnt exactly BAD.

Then whatever, he said abruptly, seeming to brush it off but I knew him 
better than that.

You know Steve, Ive always wanted to be fucked by two brothers.

Sounds to me like youve already done it then.

I slapped him playfully.  No silly, I meant at the same time.

Steve didn't say a word but instead he leaned over and kissed me long and 
hard.   As much as I loved him to kiss me, I also knew his habits and this 
probably meant he was going to tell me something I wasn't going to like.  
Sure enough...

OK Kelly, you know better.  Its like you and your dad.  If you want to get 
laid by my brother then just do it but please dont 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/

Thats fine for your dad but lets 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 wouldnt have to wait long 
to see what, if anything, was going to happen.


Chapter 3 - Surprising Uncle
============================

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 Pauls 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 moms 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 brothers family 
- or so I thought.  I was mostly right... mostly.

It wasnt 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 doesnt 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 wont 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.  Id been working 
on the prefect tan all summer and had even spent some time at a salon to even 
things out.  Its not something I recommend long term but I figured the risk 
of cancer was low enough to make it worth it. 

Wendy greet us when we arrived and I couldn't help but grin at her.  She was 
always the type to show off and she had plenty to show.  Standing at least 
six feet in her heels, she had on a mini-dress that was so short I was sure 
all the men would be staring at her the entire evening - which turned out to 
be a rather accurate prediction by the way.

The ceremony was being held right next to the country club on the putting 
green.   The first thing I noticed was high heels and natural grass are a 
dangerous mixture! Wendy laughed when I almost feel over and made some 
comment about us aerating the green or something like that.

Looking around, not many people had arrived yet but I DID notice that my 
Uncle Paul was sipping a beer on the outside porch of the country club which 
overlooked the putting green.  I waved at him and he waved back, smiling 
broadly.  I had to wonder how long he had already been here and which beer 
that was. Everyone seemed to have everything under control and I sort of felt 
useless so I wandered up into the clubhouse and went through the bar and out 
onto the deck where my uncle and some others had congregated.  Looking at my 
watch I saw there was still 45 minutes before things got started so I went 
over to the outside bar and asked for a glass of white wine.

A little something for the nerves? my uncle joked from behind me as I 
thanked the bartender. 

I just shrugged and smiled.  Not really, just passing time I guess.

Uncle Paul glanced around to see who was listening and then leaned over and 
whispered in my ear, Well if you need some help then Im available.

He stood back up straight and winked at me. It was a little corny and I 
couldnt believe Id 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.  Id been here a few 
times already getting things planned so I pretty much knew my way around.  
One of the things Id especially looked for were private places where 
people wouldnt 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.

Whats the matter, afraid Aunt Julie will catch us? I teased him.  My aunt 
was pretty cool but I also knew there was no way she would ever understand 
her husband fucking ANY other woman, let alone his niece and let alone on the 
eve of her wedding.

Shes 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! 

Dont worry, you dont have to take it off, I assured him, rolling up the 
hem to my hips and then my waist, exposing the white thong underneath. 

Youre so fucking hot, he said under his breath, his breathing starting to 
become more shallow and irregular.  Yeah, he was horny all right!

So are you just going to stand there or fuck me? I asked as nonchalantly as 
I could, We only have a few minutes before someone is going to be looking 
for me.

That seemed to motivate him as he quickly undid his pants and pulled them 
down to his knees.  The absurdity of seeing a grown man in what was not much 
more than a closet with his dress pants down to his knees, his shirt tails 
hanging down was offset by the sight of his erect cock sticking out from 
between them.  Damn he was horny! OK, so he was not exactly the youngest man 
in the world and time had taken its toll, but there is still something about 
seeing a mans erection that always turns me on - especially when its ME 
that is the reason for it being that way.  After all, what normal girl 
doesnt 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 Steves 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 Ill kneel down and take his dick 
in my mouth.  Its 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 didnt 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 Pauls 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 doesnt want to hear 
those words from the girl hes 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, doesnt she? he 
hissed under his breath as I felt him wiggle such that his dick finally got 
in the right spot and he gave a push.  I was so wet it easily slid into me 
and I couldn't help but sigh as the head of his dick split me open, soon to 
be followed by the rest of his shaft.  When he bottomed out I could feel that 
thick bush of pubic hair between his legs tickling my bottom.

I love fucking your pussy, he moaned as he started to thrust in and out of 
me.  Youre 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...

Im almost there, he sighed as the speed of his motions increased.

Cum in me Uncle Paul, cum in my pussy, I asked, more desperately than he 
might have realized.  It was really the only safe way to do it as anywhere 
else ran the risk of ruining my dress or messing my makeup or hair.  While I 
knew there were a few people out there that would smile if they saw a strand 
of cum on my cheek, the vast majority would be flabbergasted. 

A grunt and a hard thrust signaled his orgasm was starting.  Each time he 
pushed himself deep in me I knew he was releasing another load of sperm into 
me.   Unlike my father, he was not fixed but I had relied on my good old 
birth control pills for this many years and they had always done their job.  
Finally he just grabbed my bare hips and pulled me tightly into him as he 
held himself still inside of me.

God that felt so good! he sighed, Kelly, you are one sweet piece of ass.

As he pulled out I could feel his cum wanting to escape.  Looking around 
desperately, I didn't see anything to clean myself up with so I turned to him 
and asked for his handkerchief.  Uncle Paul grinned as he reached into his 
pants pocket as he pulled them up onto place and pulled out a new white one.  
I grabbed it and reached between my legs, squeezing down to try and get as 
much as his cum out of me as possible. It wasn't that I didnt want it in me, 
not that at all.  I just didn't need to have a wet crotch should my dress 
somehow get out of place and the wrong people got a peek.

Once I was cleaned up I folded the handkerchief as best I could to seal in 
the cum and handed it back to him saying, I think this is all yours.  Uncle 
Paul just grinned as carefully returned it to his pocket.  Hopefully he would 
remember to do something with it before he got home and his wife did the 
laundry! Now THAT might have taken some explaining to do as nothing smells 
quite like aged cum on clothing.

Pulling my dress back down into place, I ran my fingers through my hair, 
wishing I had my purse with so I could brush it out.  Oh well, it would have 
to do.   Hopefully my face wasn't as flushed as it felt!

Stay here until I get outside, I instructed my uncle.  It would be hard 
enough to explain why I was leaving the coat room without him trailing behind 
me.  Ho dick, while it had dwindled significantly, was still hard enough to 
form a noticeable bulge so a few more minutes wouldnt 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 youre talking about, I returned, trying to act nave 
about the situation.  Kristi wasn't having any of it though.

Oh yeah, and thats 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
==================================

I only learned the details about what happened immediately after the 
rehearsal later that night after we got home so I have just my cousins 
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 Ill just recount what I heard happened.

The rehearsal went well as expected.  We walked through the entire ceremony, 
discussing everyones 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 along with us as well but apparently she found herself another 
ride. 

When we got to the restaurant, everyone went inside and for a while we just 
had some drinks and enjoyed a table of appetizers that were laid out. From 
the looks of things everyone was there.  My uncle came by me and squeezed my 
butt when he thought nobody was looking but he didn't know my mom saw it.  
Later she asked me what that was all about and I told her about the coat 
room.  I really wasn't sure how she would feel about that but then I should 
have trusted my mom more.   She actually didn't say a thing but instead just 
rolled her eyes and then this sly grin came to her mouth.  I couldn't help 
but wonder if my uncle wasn't going to be one busy man tonight! 

It wasnt 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, its 
not like I wasn't sure whose idea it was in the first place.  I just couldnt 
believe that they would be so obvious about it PLUS show up late for our 
once-in-a-lifetime rehearsal dinner.

Youll 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 Id 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 didnt know her as well, I suppose they just 
put it down to being silly without realizing that she wasnt 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 theyd 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 wasnt 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 Kristis 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 heres 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.   Steves truck easily held 
two comfortably and a third could fit in that center of the bench seat so 
long as your legs werent too long.  This I knew because many a time Id 
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?

Lets 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 Jims lap as he sat on the outer 
edge of the seat while Steve fucked her from behind standing next to the 
door.

So youve 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 Id heard Kristis story I hadnt ever 
really seriously considered fucking the two of the them at the same time.  
Sure Id 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 youll 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 wasnt planning on seeing Steve again until I walked 
down the aisle holding my dads 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
======================

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 cant remember a single word you sang.

After dinner we had some music playing from a Bose speaker set using 
someones 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 Id 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.  
Youre 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, hes 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 Steves mom.  Damn, she would be so pissed 
if she knew what Id just told Kristi.  If there was anyone you didnt 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 wouldnt.  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.

Ive 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 heres hes 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 wouldnt get the wrong idea from me sitting on my daddys 
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 dads 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 hadnt 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 Steves 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 couldve 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 Steves 
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 aunts 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 everyones 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.  Dont blame ME, hes 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 dont 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 everyones eyes fell on them.  This 
time it was Steve and his mom with the youve got to be kidding me looks. 
Now what the heck did THAT mean?

Whatever it was Steves 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, whats the story? I cornered Steve off to the side as people 
said their goodbyes.  I had to know now as I wouldnt be alone with Steve 
again until after the wedding.

I have NO idea what youre talking about, Steve responded, pretending he 
really didnt 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 
theyd 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 Id learned about Steves 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 doesnt 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?

Id 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 Steves family WAS involved in 
n=incest, just not in a way Id ever imagined.  And my one-time best friend 
had never uttered a word about it to me since shed been back.

On the way back home Kristi was driving as I sat in the front seat.  Wow, 
what a day it had been.  I had yet to hear from her about the events before 
the dinner before her and my fiance and his brother but even so there was 
still more to talk about than we had time in the car.  I had figured the main 
topic of discussion was going to be Uncle Paul but the last minute 
revelations at the dinner trumped everything.

So what did Steve say? Kristi said almost as soon as her door was closed.  
I told her to wait until we were on the road during which time she squirmed 
like she was about to wet her panties. 

OK, so whats 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, its 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 Id known them.

It made me wonder how Steves 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 Steves 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 cousins incredible body.  Later as we feel asleep in each 
others 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