It was my marriage ceremony day. I had planned this day for months. I couldn't keep my heart from racing from the present moment I got out of bed to the minute my cousin-german walked me down the aisle. Our male parent was gone so I asked my cousin Zachary to commit me away to Greg, my finance ’, my love, my life.

Zachary is seven year older than me and ever since my father died he has been cousin big buddy, and sire to me. I love my full cousin dearly, more than than anyone else in the humankind, except Greg. I chose July 16th for my wedding because it was Zach's 30th birthday.

Zachary didn't like Greg much, he told me more than once that Greg was a womanizing asshole and he was only using me. I didn't want to hear that, I loved Greg deeply and I knew without a doubt he loved me as a lot. 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 brilliant sunlit sky ; the world was smiling for my marriage ceremony. My Maid of Honor and salutary booster Carolyn was up with me, coaching me, helping me get my hair and makeup done. My mother helped me get dressed while Carolyn went to get ready with the rest of my bridesmaids. The wedding party and reception were going to be luxurious but I was looking forward to the initiatory night as Mrs Greg Butler. He and I hadn't had sex in five weeks. We agreed to abstain for a calendar month before this night so that we would be even hotter and more ready for our wedding Night. My button was on to the full warning signal, ready for close, informal stimulation and married gratification. I could hardly hold off to get laid on my special day.

He was marvelous, broodingly freehanded ; his eyes sparkled with delight as he watched me come in to him on the arm of my cousin-german. He looked into my eyes and said"I do."My reality was complete. It was during the reception that trouble thundered over the horizon and drastically changed the ease of my life.

I couldn't bump my amah of Honor. Carolyn was gone ; no one I asked knew where she was. At first I wasn't troubled but as the minutes stretched I grew concerned. I looked for the eligible men in the elbow room and they were all there. She wasn't in a corner somewhere getting a quickie. I asked my brand new husband if he knew where she was but he claimed to not know. My full cousin hadn't a cue, our admirer did n't know. Greg volunteered to look for her ; I was relieved that he would. My husband took the topper Man, his lifelong friend and went into the depths of the construction to calculate for Carolyn.

They were gone too long. It had been 15 minutes and the building wasn't that big. I grabbed Zachary and begged him to go with me, to find my friend and my brand new husband. We searched the kitchen, the restrooms, outside and the basement. None of the staff or caterers had seen any of the three missing the great unwashed. There was a second base to the reception hall ; one staff penis told me there were four rooms up there, used for computer storage. My first cousin and I climbed the steps to investigate.

The first gear two suite were full of cartons, dusty old cardboard box seat full faded retentivity, 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 dress pulled up over her upper body and cheek. She was naked from the waistline down and my new husband, my lifetime married person Greg had his cock buried deep between her legs while the Best Man stood to the side of meat 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 clenched fist. Greg yelped and fell to his side on the floor just as Zack kicked the easily man in the nuts, folding him over in a hatful, groaning and holding his nut. Zach turned back to Greg and kicked him in the back and was make to stomp his head word when I stopped him. I was too stunned to understand what I was looking at but I couldn't let my cousin kill my married man. Carolyn never moved. Zach bent over her and pulled her dress over her nakedness, uncovering her human face, she was breathing but unconscious.

We heard a crowd of footsteps banging up the stairs and in moments the room filled with wedding party node, mostly men, my scream had brought the party to us. Greg sat up ; trying to pull his pants up, his friend was still clutching his injure gem. One of my uncles is a cop so he took over, for the first time 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 first it looked like she was percentage 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 paries"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 telephone out and called for more cops and an ambulance for Carolyn. The stunning electric shock had passed and I started to cry with shame for my respectable friend, rage for my new husband, and sorrowfulness for my little lived wedlock.

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

The best man spilled his guts. That dark after I went nursing home my uncle told us that Greg and the in force man had planned on fucking Carolyn and that Greg had given her a strong roofie during the reception. His admirer managed to tempt 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 ceremony day was the saddest, most tragic day I had ever experienced. I ran to the only soul in the world I needed to throw near me. I raced to my cousin's apartment and fell into his blazon in anguish for my ruined life sentence.

He sat on the sofa, I was lying across his lap, I clutched to him like drowning person clutches a life band. I cried, my dateless tears soaked the front of his shirt while he stroked my hairsbreadth and said nothing. I needed his strength ; I tried to pull it from him to cook myself stronger, to face the unimaginably frightful reality of my wedding party day.

We sat for an hour, he was silent, firm. 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 on now. How can I help oneself ?"
"I need to sleep."

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

I pulled off my clothes and dug out one of Zach's jersey to put on then slipped into my cousin's bed in shirt and scanty 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 thighs and sat on the boundary of the bed. It flashed through my mind that this wasn't the man to be catering to me but somewhere else in my caput I was relieved and grateful 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 cautious grin,"Are you going to be alright ?"

"How could he do that Zack ? How could he rape my outflank friend at our wedding ? I don't understand what goes on in a man's school principal sometimes ? If he wanted sex with a knocked out char I would done that for him, I would have taken the drug willingly."I felt more tear welling in my eyes.

Zach took a tissue from a box on the Nox tie-up and dabbed my eye, I could see the pitch-black grease of my mascara on the reduce paper. I knew my face was a hatful. The tears receded but the questions hung between us. I was fishing for answers but I knew my cousin didn't have them. Only Greg would be able to separate me what he was thinking and feeling and I knew I could never spill to him again.

The tea helped, my first cousin's presence helped even more. We talked for over an hr, the tea was long gone, I was feeling a little respectable but I was tired. Zach left me alone to kip ; he would stay on the lounge. I went pee then crawled back into the bed, isolated and forlorn on my wedding Nox. In the dark with no one around I began to sob again.

He heard me. He came back into the room wearing pajama and sat succeeding to me again."I thought we were over this"he said with a humble concerned smile.

"I hurt inside. Can you stay ?"

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

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

I wriggled from the centre of the bed to make elbow room for my cousin-german. He stretched out beside me on his vertebral column and I laid my head on his chest, I was under the blanket, he was over. He put a comforting arm around my shoulders and I closed my eyes. That was better. His jiffy was strong ; I heard the heart rate of it as I lay on his pectus. His breathing quickly smoothed out and became the even rhythm of someone sound asleep. Zach had conked out on me in moments, the day must take stressed him too. I nestled against him and let my thoughts run amok. Everything from the meter 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 dark in the room and there was a man lying with me. It took several moments to think of where I was and who I was with. Zack had rolled to his English, facing me and put a hand on my chest. Somehow the blanket was pushed away, tangled at our feet. I looked into his face but he wasn't awake. He shifted a leg, pulling it up until it was resting on my second joint and that's when I felt something intimate. My cousin had an erection and it was poking the upper parting of my leg. He was aroused in his sleep and feeling my tit, pushing his blooper on me. I burned with embarrassment and tried to draw out away from him but he put his arm over my stomach and pulled me closer. His paw wasn't on my tit any more but his stiff turncock 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 face as he flexed his pelvis once which slid his hammer on my leg. The pj's he was wearing offered only the thinnest facing of cloth between us and I felt that fragile binding getting wet. He is erection was leaking to my skin. My pith picked up its tempo as I realized that my somnolent cousin was trying to get laid in his dreams.

I reached down my side of meat to move his stiff motherfucker. 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 pajamas and pushed it away. As I tried to move the hard-on, it twitched and grew thicker in my script. Zach puffed a soft moan and flexed his hips again. His erection pumped through my fingerbreadth as if I were masturbating him. I pulled my hip away from him which caused him to go his arm off my stomach. It went from my belly to the junction of my legs. Zach put the palm of his hot hired hand over my step-in covered crotch which sent a shiver of dread through me ; at least I thought it was dread. My fist squeezed his cock involuntarily as I moved my right leg which gave him more room to fondle me. I didn't mean to, it was a instinctive reflex response to a man's hand on my trunk. He slipped his handwriting between my ramification, resting the edge of his fingers along the crevice between my thighs.

I was afraid to impress again so I stayed very still. When his fingers began to move, sliding softly along the silk wedding day panties ; I knew I had to get out of bed. I moved my free leg to the side but paused when he took vantage of the wider gap between my second joint and pressed against my suppuration even harder. The feel of his hand sent a jerking of electricity though me, my body jerked and I stopped moving again. All of a sudden I was in no rush to get away from the caress between my peg. I bumped my hip joint lightly and got a gratifying vellication from Zack's fingers.

I was lost. That modest caress teased my body and I wanted another, even firm, stronger. I bumped my pelvic arch again with a little more bound and my cousin responded by stroking my sex. My snatch warmed to the attention, I could feel my twat swell with heat. I arched my back, bend my pelvis and closed my thighs, capturing his hired hand between them. I wrapped my finger's breadth around his hard-on again and started stroking it with purpose. My temperature flared, my loin began to smolder with a need for sex and I could mean of no one dear than my cousin-german who I loved and trusted and was feeling me up at the moment.

I quit being furtive and underhand, my craving overpowered all thought and grounds. I rolled to face up him and put my hand down his pajamas and gripped his swollen gibe. I pushed and pulled on it with one manus while I struggled out of my panties with the other. In minute 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 char but he wrapped his arms around me and put his warm needy sass on mine and began to seduce me with his lip. A deal eased under the shirt to my breast, finger pinched the pap, I groaned past his tongue. He pushed me to my back then got between my legs and pulled his pjs to his knee, the target of my lust hung from his body like a long blunt gig. I opened my legs as far as I could get them, grabbed his ass and pulled him down. He penetrated me with ease and we started fucking in a frenzy of overheated ardor.

I had my first orgasm almost as soon as his testicle slapped my ass the inaugural time. It was a low shaking in my womb which rapidly gave way to the immense thrill of feeling my cousin-german's dick sliding in and out of me. He quickly pumped me to high-pitched floor of indigence and heat. He pulled up the shirt, bent his question to my tits and suckled my nipples then moved his mouth to my neck. He rested on one cubital joint while fucking me and played with my titty while caressing my neck with his sassing. My secondly orgasm was stronger, Wilder.

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

I dug a trench in his rear with my decorated nails when my third orgasm broke wanton and rampaged across my nerves. He arched his back, slammed his erection deep into me then roared out his button. His shoulder joint and neck opening muscles knotted and strained as he pumped me full, saturating my womb. I clung to him with arms and legs and let him postulate everything I could consecrate ; my passion, my body, my passion.

My marriage dark, his birthday, would be one we would never forget .