It was my splice day. I had planned this day for months. I couldn't keep on my heart from racing from the instant I got out of bed to the moment my full cousin walked me down the aisle. Our forefather was gone so I asked my cousin Zachary to gift me away to Greg, my finance ’, my love life, my life.

Zachary is seven years old than me and ever since my father died he has been cousin big brother, and father to me. I love my full cousin dearly, more than anyone else in the world, except Greg. I chose July 16th for my wedding because it was Zach's thirtieth birthday.

Zachary didn't like Greg much, he told me more than once that Greg was a philander whoreson and he was only using me. I didn't want to hear that, I loved Greg deeply and I knew without a doubtfulness he loved me as much. I fought often with my cousin about Greg but in the end I won out. Zachary agreed to walk me down the aisle, not for Greg, but for me.

The day dawned with a hopeful sunlit sky ; the macrocosm was smiling for my wedding. My maiden of purity and Best friend Carolyn was up with me, coaching me, helping me get my hair's-breadth and physical composition done. My female parent helped me get dressed while Carolyn went to get cook with the rest period of my bridesmaid. The wedding ceremony and reception were going to be grand but I was looking forward to the first night as Mrs. Greg Butler. He and I hadn't had sex in five workweek. We agreed to abstain for a calendar month before this night so that we would be even hotter and more fix for our wedding party night. My clitoris was on full alerting, ready for close, adumbrate stimulant and marital expiation. I could hardly wait to get laid on my extra day.

He was improbable, broodingly bountiful ; his eyes sparkled with delight as he watched me come to him on the arm of my full cousin. He looked into my eyes and said"I do."My populace was perfect. It was during the reception that trouble thundered over the apparent horizon and drastically changed the residue of my life.

I couldn't find my Maid of purity. Carolyn was gone ; no one I asked knew where she was. At showtime I wasn't troubled but as the minutes stretched I grew concerned. I looked for the eligible men in the room and they were all there. She wasn't in a corner somewhere getting a quicky. I asked my brand name new husband if he knew where she was but he claimed to not know. My full cousin hadn't a clue, our Friend did n't eff. Greg volunteered to look for her ; I was relieved that he would. My husband took the best Man, his womb-to-tomb friend and went into the depths of the construction to look for Carolyn.

They were gone too long. It had been 15 min and the building wasn't that big. I grabbed Zachary and begged him to go with me, to find oneself my friend and my steel new husband. We searched the kitchen, the restrooms, external and the basement. None of the faculty or caterers had seen any of the three missing people. There was a sec level to the reception Charles Martin Hall ; one faculty appendage told me there were four way up there, used for storage. My cousin and I climbed the step to investigate.

The beginning two rooms were full of cartonful, moth-eaten old composition board boxes total faded memory, lost dreams. It was when Zach opened the door to the third room that my own dreams shattered.

There was an old Gemini bed mattress on the floor ; Carolyn was sprawled across it with her garb pulled up over her upper consistency and face. She was naked from the shank down and my new husband, my lifetime partner Greg had his dick buried late between her legs while the C. H. Best Man stood to the side jerking on his erection. Neither of them had their pants on. I screamed ! Zach flew across the way and hit Greg on the head with his hard closed fist. Greg yelped and fell to his position on the story just as Zack kicked the best man in the junkie, folding him over in a heap, groaning and holding his balls. Zach turned back to Greg and kicked him in the book binding and was ready to stump his question when I stopped him. I was too stunned to understand what I was looking at but I couldn't let my first cousin kill my husband. Carolyn never moved. Zach bent over her and pulled her frock over her nakedness, uncovering her face, she was breathing but unconscious.

We heard a crew of stride banging up the stair and in moments the way filled with wedding guests, mostly men, my shrieking had brought the party to us. Greg sat up ; trying to pull out his trouser up, his friend was still clutching his wounded jewels. One of my uncles is a cop so he took over, showtime ordering everyone out of the room except me and Zach. Even though it was obvious he asked me"What happened ?"

Zach spoke up"They were having sex. At showtime it looked like she was share of it but look at her, she's gone. She has no idea what's going on."He jerked his thumb toward the two sitting against the wall"Those two were raping her."

Greg started to protest but my uncle told him to shut up. He recited Miranda to both then advised them they were under stop. He took his headphone out and called for more cops and an ambulance for Carolyn. The sandbag shock had passed and I started to cry with shame for my best friend, rage for my new husband, and regret for my short lived marriage.

My mother took me out of the room ; my uncle took his two prisoners downstairs. Two bridesmaid stayed with Carolyn, waiting for the ambulance. It was only when the EMT's put her on the gurney that she began to fire up up."What ? What's going on ? Maggie ?"she called for me"What's wrong with me, why I can't movement anything ?"I went with her to the infirmary, still in my wedding clothes.

The best man spilled his grit. That dark after I went home my uncle told us that Greg and the best man had planned on fucking Carolyn and that Greg had given her a strong roofie during the reception. His friend managed to lure her upstairs where the drug hit her and she passed out. He went back down and that's when he and Greg went calling on my unconscious Maid of Honor.

My wedding day was the saddest, most tragic day I had ever experienced. I ran to the only person in the human race I needed to have near me. I raced to my cousin's apartment and fell into his subdivision in anguish for my ruin life.

He sat on the sofa, I was lying across his lap, I clutched to him like drowning person clutches a life anchor ring. I cried, my endless tears soaked the nominal head of his shirt while he stroked my whisker and said cypher. I needed his strength ; I tried to pull it from him to make myself unattackable, to face up the unimaginably horrible reality of my wedding day.

We sat for an minute, he was unsounded, strong. Gradually I stopped sobbing and he pushed me up, off his chest."I'm sorry Maggie. No woman should go through what you are right now. How can I help ?"
"I need to sleep."

He didn't have a guest way so Zach urged me to stand then find fault me up and carried me to his bedroom. The symbolism of being carried over the threshold of the room in my wedding garb hammered another spike of sorrowfulness through my gist. He set me on the floor and offered me his bed."drive your clothes off and get in, I'll get you some tea."

I pulled off my clothes and dug out one of Zach's t-shirts to put on then slipped into my cousin's bed in shirt and pantie thinking this was not how I should be spending this night. Greg was supposed to be undressing me, kissing, fondling, holding and having sex with me. We had planned it, I dreamed about it but now that would never happen.

Zack came back carrying a tray with two cups and a teapot, he had set out some cheese and crackers. I was sitting up, leaning on the bed pillows ; the blankets pulled to my waist so he set the tray on my second joint and sat on the edge of the bed. It flashed through my mind that this wasn't the man to be catering to me but somewhere else in my head I was relieved and thankful that Zachary was sitting beside me.

"My shirt looks better on you than it does on me."

"Its way too big, I feel lost in here."

He gave me a conservative smiling,"Are you going to be alright ?"

"How could he do that Zack ? How could he rape my best supporter at our marriage ceremony ? I don't understand what goes on in a man's head sometimes ? If he wanted sex with a knocked out cleaning woman I would done that for him, I would have taken the drug willingly."I felt more bust welling in my eyes.

Zach took a tissue from a box on the night stand and dabbed my eyes, I could see the sinister discolouration of my mascara on the thin composition. I knew my face was a hole. The snag receded but the questions hung between us. I was fishing for answers but I knew my full cousin didn't have them. Only Greg would be capable to secernate me what he was thinking and tone and I knew I could never talk to him again.

The tea helped, my full cousin's presence helped even more. We talked for over an hour, the tea was recollective gone, I was feeling a petty effective but I was tired. Zach left me alone to sleep ; he would stay on the couch. I went pee then crawled back into the bed, isolated and forlorn on my wedding night. In the dark with no one around I began to sob again.

He heard me. He came back into the room wearing pajamas and sat side by side to me again."I thought we were over this"he said with a small pertain smile.

"I hurt inside. Can you abide ?"

"I'm tired girl, I'd like to lie down but I'll arrest here as long as you need me."

"Then lie down with me, I can't be alone right now. Please ?"

I wriggled from the middle of the bed to ca-ca room for my cousin. He stretched out beside me on his backbone and I laid my head on his thorax, I was under the blanket, he was over. He put a comforting arm around my articulatio humeri and I closed my eyes. That was best. His trice was strong ; I heard the impulse of it as I lay on his pectus. His breathing quickly smoothed out and became the regular rhythm of person sound asleep. Zach had conked out on me in import, the day must have stressed him too. I nestled against him and let my thoughts run amok. Everything from the clock time I saw Greg fucking my passed out Friend to this very moment.

I don't know when I fell asleep but I woke up disoriented, confused. It was still sour in the room and there was a man lying with me. It took several import to remember where I was and who I was with. Zack had rolled to his slope, facing me and put a hand on my breast. Somehow the blanket was pushed away, tangled at our human foot. I looked into his face but he wasn't awake. He shifted a leg, pulling it up until it was resting on my thigh and that's when I felt something comrade. My cousin had an erection and it was poking the amphetamine persona of my leg. He was aroused in his sleep and feeling my tit, pushing his bungle on me. I burned with plethora and tried to pull away from him but he put his arm over my stomach and pulled me closer. His hand wasn't on my tit any more but his stiff rooster was now pressed full length on my hip.

I held still, hoping he would roll back the early way but he settled a little deeper into his pillow and held me tight. I studied his typeface as he flexed his hip once which slid his cock on my leg. The pyjama he was wearing offered only the thinnest veneer of cloth between us and I felt that slim down concealment getting wet. He is hard-on was leaking to my tegument. My tenderness picked up its pace as I realized that my somnolent first cousin was trying to get laid in his dreams.

I reached down my incline to run his stiff prick. I thought if I could ease it off my leg he would move back from me. I slowly wrapped my fingers around it through the jammies and pushed it away. As I tried to actuate the hard-on, it twitched and grew thicker in my hand. Zach puffed a soft moan and flexed his rosehip again. His erection pumped through my finger as if I were masturbating him. I pulled my hip away from him which caused him to move his arm off my stomach. It went from my belly to the junction of my legs. Zach put the palm of his hot hand over my scanty covered crotch which sent a tremble of apprehensiveness through me ; at least I thought it was dread. My fist squeezed his putz involuntarily as I moved my right leg which gave him more elbow room to fondle me. I didn't mean to, it was a reflex reaction to a man's hand on my body. He slipped his hand between my legs, resting the edge of his fingers along the crack between my thighs.

I was afraid to move again so I stayed very still. When his fingers began to move, sliding softly along the silk wedding day panty ; I knew I had to get out of bed. I moved my unloosen leg to the side but paused when he took vantage of the wider gap between my second joint and pressed against my ichor even harder. The tactile property of his hired man sent a jerk of electrical energy though me, my consistence jerked and I stopped moving again. All of a sudden I was in no hurry to get away from the caress between my legs. I bumped my pelvic arch lightly and got a gratifying twitch from Zack's fingers.

I was lost. That small caress teased my body and I wanted another, even unfluctuating, impregnable. I bumped my articulatio coxae again with a little more bounciness and my cousin responded by stroking my sex. My twat warmed to the attention, I could sense my slit swell with heat. I arched my back, flex my pelvis and closed my thighs, capturing his mitt between them. I wrapped my finger around his erection again and started stroking it with purpose. My temperature flared, my pubes began to smolder with a need for sex and I could imagine of no one better than my cousin who I loved and trusted and was feeling me up at the moment.

I quit being sneaky and underhand, my craving overpowered all thought and reason. I rolled to confront him and put my hand down his pajamas and gripped his swollen slam. I pushed and pulled on it with one hand while I struggled out of my panties with the other. In seconds my sex was bare and he was waking up.

Maybe he knew who I was, maybe he thought he woke up in the arms of some early hot woman but he wrapped his arms around me and put his warm needy lips on mine and began to seduce me with his mouth. A hand eased under the shirt to my titty, fingers pinched the nipple, I groaned past his clapper. He pushed me to my back then got between my legs and pulled his pjs to his knee, the object of my lust hung from his body like a long blunt lance. I opened my pegleg as far as I could get them, grabbed his ass and pulled him down. He penetrated me with easiness and we started fucking in a fury of overheat ardor.

I had my offset orgasm almost as soon as his balls slapped my ass the first base time. It was a small-scale oscillation in my womb which rapidly gave way to the immense frisson of feeling my cousin's cock sliding in and out of me. He quickly pumped me to higher floor of need and cacoethes. He pulled up the shirt, bent his head to my pap and suckled my nipples then moved his sass to my neck opening. He rested on one articulatio cubiti while fucking me and played with my breasts while caressing my neck with his lips. My endorse orgasm was stronger, wilder.

Zack didn't let up. He fucked me through the second gear sexual climax which kept the attack in me growing. He pushed up on his subdivision, looked down into my eyes then uttered"God, Maggie, I've wanted to do this for so long."

I dug a trench in his back with my decorated nails when my third base orgasm broke loose and rampaged across my nerves. He arched his back, slammed his hard-on deep into me then roared out his release. His shoulder and cervix sinew knotted and strained as he pumped me full, saturating my womb. I clung to him with arms and ramification and let him take everything I could fall in ; my passion, my body, my love.

My hymeneals night, his natal day, would be one we would never leave .