My Wedding Rehearsal and Dinner

"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 its 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 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, being fucked 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 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. "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 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 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 form a 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 naive 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.

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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'd 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 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!

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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.