My Wedding Rehearsal and Dinner

It was almost here, the day I'd been dreaming about since I was a little girl. I mean, what girl doesn't dream of being a bride? Even being a princess is secondary since what do most girls dream of but a royal WEDDING more so than being a princess day to day. As for me, it was the culmination of a lifetime of fanciful dreams, naughty fantasies and high expectations. I think I can honestly say that since Steve proposed to me just after last Thanksgiving that not a single waking hour has passed by that I haven't thought about my wedding for at least a moment.

To be sure, my wedding has been planned from start to end for at least fifteen or more years. That's not to say it's always been the same plan, but there was always one ready and waiting for when the right moment finally arrived. Over time it's varied from the most formal and traditional wedding in an old ornate church with hard wooden pews filled with friends and family to a small sailboat adrift in the Caribbean with just me, my fiance and the captain - and then about everything in between at one point or another. Even in the past year I've changed my mind so many times that I think Steve must have wondered what kind of crazy girl he asked to marry him! Wedded to a nymphomaniac was great but a schizophrenic one as well?

No matter what the final plan may have been, I was always pretty sure of a few things that tradition demanded... the white flowing wedding dress (none of this ivory or otherwise non- traditional crap), a large wedding party, NICE bridesmaid dresses (unlike those hideous obscenities that some girls force their best friends to wear), my father walking me down the aisle, and so on. I THOUGHT I was pretty well set on the location. After all, what better place than the church I grew up in and had so many fond memories? When I changed my mind about THAT at almost the last minute I thought I might have finally gone too far but I managed to sooth my frazzled father's feelings in a way only his daughter could. After griping about outdoor weddings for years, I guess I couldn't blame him for being put out when I suddenly announced that I wanted one too.

My wedding planner took it all in stride without even one comment about "bridezilla". Fortunately the country club where we were having the reception was very accommodating and it all worked out perfectly without too much fuss. Then there was a hurricane moving in and I knew everyone was saying I should have stuck with the indoor plans after all but it all worked out perfectly - just as I always knew it would.

So much for "old" traditions. There were also some new ones I wanted to establish. I guess technically doing something once doesn't establish a tradition but at least I would be setting the stage for future generations should they want to carry them on. At the same time I like to think that had my grandmother not been so prudish that my mother would have been the one to start some of these herself so in a way I was actually following her lead, even if she hadn't actually been able to do them herself.

As you may be figuring out already, I owe an awful lot to my mom when it comes to traditions. After all, she was the first generation in our family to engage in incest, at least the first one that I know about. She was the first to submit properly to her father, the first to continue on that obligation even after being married, the first to allow her husband the freedom to be with her family members so as to create a truly biblically-based family relationship. So I guess you could say that everything I've done so far has actually been in her footsteps.

People ask me all the time if I will have an incestual relationship with my kids someday. That's almost impossible to answer. Technically it's easy to say the answer is yes in that I would LIKE to have such a relationship. However, whether or not that will actually happen is a totally different matter. Still, if they SHOULD decide that it's what they want, then I would say three generations definitely qualifies as a tradition, don't you?

So now it was up to me. I was only going to get one shot at this so I had to make it count. That's where the planning comes in. Now it was time to put those plans into action...

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Those who know me know that I first met Steve back in the summer before I became a freshman in college. His sister Sharon was one of my best friends at the time and we always sat near each other in class and at lunch and about every other time for that matter. Steve's younger brother Jim was always a pain in our necks back then. Admittedly some of it was our fault as we use to tease him mercilessly. Once I even let him fuck me but it was just so I could tease him all the more afterwards. It was at a summer camping party with Sharon and friends that I first drew the attention of her older brother. To my total surprise he called me later and asked me out. The rest as they say, is history.

Just so people understand, while I did let Jim do me once, it was more out of spite than lust so it wasn't like I was doing both brothers or anything kinky like that. I say kinky because at that age it would have been that as I never even thought about the word incest, let alone engaged in the practice, so there was never any real thoughts of Sharon joining in, even though she DID have a huge crush on her older brother.

From the start Steve was the one I was in interested in, not his bratty younger brother. As for me and Sharon, like most girls we had our sleepovers and played silly games like Truth or Dare that inevitably got a little carried away. And just as most girls learning to deal with their budding sexuality, we masturbated at times together but we never went so far as to touch one another. Even the most risque dares only went as far as kissing and the only touching was us touching ourselves. It was an age where being a lesbian was something "bad" girls did - or at least girls that couldn't get boys to do them

Another question I get asked a lot is whether or not there is any incest in Steve's family. The answer is a qualified NO. What I mean by that is for all intents and purposes there has never been nothing like that. Interestingly, as I mentioned earlier Sharon had a major crush on her older brother. Alas, unfortunately for her the feelings weren't mutual. She use to get SO jealous when we would get together and I would tell her about what I did with her brother! I have to admit that I may have embellished things a bit in the telling once I learned how much it turned her on to hear about us. Between her and my mom, I guess you could say that is where I got my start telling erotic stories about my sexual experiences. The only difference is that with them it was verbal whereas today it's all written down. I have to say it's a LOT easy to do it verbally.

The qualifier is based upon an isolated incident that happened once and only once so far as I know. Steve's mom once caught Steve fucking me in their house. Long story short (as in VERY short), he fucked her too before it was all said and done. Marlene's job was transferred and so they moved away shortly after that. They've both sworn on a stack of bibles that nothing like that EVER happened again. Given their reluctance to discuss it even after all these years and the obvious discomfort it brings them when I mention anything about the topic, I tend to believe them.

When Steve and his mom moved back to Pittsburgh last summer, Sharon and Jim stayed behind in California. From what Steve told me, they both had established jobs, friends and such so they had no real reason to move back. For Steve's mom, it was another promotion and a resulting job transfer so she had little choice, especially in today's job market. If your employer tells you to move, you move. It so happened that Steve had just finished his paramedic training and didn't have many prospects in California so he decided to move back with his mom when he learned the city was hiring paramedics. Even though he was twenty five at the time, they decided to live together to save money in a small house - separate bedrooms of course.

While Steve and his mother don't practice incest, they ARE very close, perhaps TOO close by some people's standards but then who is anyone to judge them? They enjoy cuddling and kissing each other - and I mean on the mouth with tongues. They even fondle one another in ways that would make some people blush or even gasp but everything is always over their clothes. I've never seen them naked together and Steve swears that they aren't when I'm not there either. To them, it's just a mother and son being close to one another, nothing sexual or even lustful. In fact, they both seemed quite offended one time when I implied otherwise. One thing that I found a bit disconcerting at first when I started dating Steve again was having his mother watch us when we had sex at his house. It was sort of like back when I was in school and my own mother would watch my dad fuck me. Unlike my mother, Marlene never masturbates or even touches herself while she watches. Also unlike my mother, she never says a word so over time I've become accustomed to her presence to the point I hardly even know she's in the room these days. ONE time I made a suggestion that maybe she would like to join in but trust me, I'll never make THAT mistake again. Let's just say she wasn't too pleased by the suggestion and leave it at that...

When we announced our engagement, Sharon and Jim both promised they would fly back for the wedding but I didn't have any idea how that was going to work out. As it turned out, Jim came in earlier than I was told such that he was a surprise ending to my bachelorette party. Unlike that one time over twelve years ago, I have to say this time when he fucked me we both enjoyed it immensely. In fact, I was already revising my rehearsal dinner plans and even thinking about how he might fit into the reception schedule after we were done!

Sharon wasn't due to fly in until just before the rehearsal so I wouldn't be seeing her until the last minute. While we had talked on the phone a few times, it had been a long time since we'd been friends so most of it was just reminiscing about the good old days. How things would go when she arrived would be anybody's guess.

After my bachelorette party and Steve and I were comparing notes about that and his own bachelor party, I asked him how he felt about me fucking his brother again after so many years. Granted, I had a pretty fair idea what his response was going to be or I wouldn't have fucked Jim in the first place but I still wanted to hear it straight from his mouth.

"What do you want me to say Kelly?" he responded, sounding just a wee bit exasperated, "So my brother screwed you. What's the big deal?"

"So you don't care if he does me again then?"

Steve's eyes narrowed down a little and he looked at me as if trying to figure out where I was leading the conversation. "Why? Was he that good?"

I just flipped my hair back and shrugged, trying to sound more nonchalant than I was actually feeling. "Well, he wasn't exactly BAD."

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

"You know Steve, I've always wanted to be fucked by two brothers."

"Sounds to me like you've already done it then."

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

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

"OK Kelly, you know better. It's like you and your dad. If you want to get laid by my brother then just do it but please don't ask me to get involved, OK?"

"So you guys never fucked a girl together?" I asked, a bit incredulously, "My dad said he and his younger brother use to fuck girls together all the time."

"That's fine for your dad but let's not push this, OK Kelly?"

With only a couple of days before the wedding this was not the time to have a fight so I backed off. Still, I couldn't help but dream later when I was masturbating about having the two of them take me and both of them having their way with me. First it was Steve fucking me while I sucked off Jim and then swapped positions. In my fantasy world both of them came in my pussy - Steve first of course. Rank hath its privileges!

What I REALLY masturbated about that week was me and Sharon getting together with the two brothers. God, I would love to see the two of them fucking her, especially Steve. I wondered if she still had that old crush on him or did she have her own boyfriend now that drew her attention? Then again, just because she had a boyfriend didn't men she had to stop fantasizing, no more than I had to now that I was about to be married.

Well, his whole family would be together soon so I wouldn't have to wait long to see what, if anything, was going to happen.

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My father has two brothers. Uncle Paul is now 54, making him eight years older than my dad. Uncle Jim is nineteen months younger than my dad making him the baby of the family. According to my mom, the two younger brothers were in a whole different world from the older one due to their age differences. Whereas Uncle Jim and my dad hung around each other and even double dated (and double fucked) together, including two girls named Mary and Linda, later to be known to me as Mom and Aunt Linda. Apparently the guys had the quite the reputation as a team.

I first had sex with Uncle Jim back when I was nineteen, just a week after me and my cousin Tammy played around for the first time. All I did was give her some masturbation pointers and a year later my dad took her virginity, followed the next day by her own dad.

Uncle Paul was a different story. Being so much older than my dad, he had kids well ahead of my dad and so when my dad started getting into incest and his niece Tammy, Uncle Paul's girls Laura and Ginny were already married. So far as my dad knew, his older brother had no idea about the incestual nature of my mom's relationship with her dad, nor anything about what I was doing with him either. So while me and my mom were having sex with Uncle Jim and his son Rick, nothing like that was happening with his older brother's family - or so I thought. I was mostly right... mostly. It wasn't until I was 23 that my Uncle Paul stopped by and dropped the bombshell that he and my mom had been doing it for years and that he knew all about me and my dad - even though my dad didn't even know about it. So that was the first time he fucked me but we only did it once more after that. Both of my uncles would be at the rehearsal and wedding, along with their wives. Although nothing had been said, I could only imagine what the two of them would be thinking about when it came to the upcoming nuptials. After all, what guy doesn't dream of screwing the bride-to-be on the eve of her wedding?

While I wasn't sure how things would work out, I had a really good idea of what would NOT happen. There was no way in hell my Uncle Jim was going to fuck me, period. He was a total asshole and I hated him for the way he mistreated Tammy, treating her like some sex slave and forcing her to do anything he wanted. He was one of those guys who likes rough sex and I dreaded being with him. He especially likes anal and won't take no for an answer, making him very dangerous in my book. There finally came a time when the only reason I let him fuck me was so he would let my dad fuck Tammy. Once she got into a serious relationship and the desire of her uncle began to fade, I cut off her father from me as he no longer and anything to hold over my head. It had been years no since he had last fucked me - and it would be many more years if I had anything to say about it.

The wild card was my Uncle Paul. I had a pretty good idea that he was going to be looking to get under my dress but I was having a hard time figuring out just how it could happen. The day and evening were already stacked full and with everyone there it would be difficult at best to sneak away long enough to actually fuck.

Kristi and I drove to the country club about an hour before the rehearsal. One of my friends had volunteered to be the wedding planner and I had total faith in Wendy so there was no reason to show up any earlier and just mess up the works. Both of us were dressed to kill in short tight dresses that hugged our hips and heels that were at least five inches. I'd been working on the prefect tan all summer and had even spent some time at a salon to even things out. It's not something I recommend long term but I figured the risk of cancer was low enough to make it worth it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stood back up straight and winked at me. It was a little corny and I couldn't believe I'd been there less than five minutes and already my uncle was hitting on me. Then again, if I just stood around I WAS going to turn into a basket of nerves so why not?

"Follow me," I mouthed to him as I walked out slowly. I'd been here a few times already getting things planned so I pretty much knew my way around. One of the things I'd especially looked for were "private" places where people wouldn't notice what was going on. There really weren't all that many when you came down to it. As the temperature was pretty warm, one thing people were NOT wearing were coats so that left the obvious - the coat room. A little cliche but then what did that matter? If it works it works.

Nobody seemed to be looking so I slipped inside only to be followed shortly by Uncle Paul who closed the door behind me.

"Are you serious?" he whispered, appearing to be more nervous now that his bluff had been called.

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

"She's off doing something or another," he replied, then he looked me up and down in the small room. "Damn, did you have to pour that dress on or what?"

It WAS pretty damn tight and I DID have to really suck it in for Kristi to get the back zipped but when I looked at myself in the mirror the pain and problems were all cast to the side. I loved the way I looked in it!