It was my wed day. I had planned this day for months. I couldn't keep my heart from racing from the second I got out of bed to the present moment my cousin walked me down the aisle. Our Padre was gone so I asked my first cousin Zachary to give me away to Greg, my finance ’, my lovemaking, my life.

Zachary is seven years erstwhile than me and ever since my father died he has been cousin big brother, and sire to me. I love my cousin dearly, Sir Thomas More than anyone else in the world, except Greg. I chose July 16th for my marriage ceremony because it was Zach's 30th natal day.

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 discover that, I loved Greg deeply and I knew without a doubt he loved me as a great deal. 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 smart sunlit sky ; the world was smiling for my wedding. My Maid of Honor and best friend 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 residue of my bridesmaid. The marriage and reception were going to be grand but I was looking forward to the kickoff night as Mrs. Greg pantryman. He and I hadn't had sex in five weeks. We agreed to abstain for a month before this night so that we would be even spicy and more ready for our wedding Nox. My clitoris was on full alert, ready for close, confidant input and married satisfaction. I could hardly hold off to get laid on my special day.

He was magniloquent, broodingly handsome ; his center sparkled with delectation as he watched me come to him on the arm of my full cousin. He looked into my eyes and said"I do."My world was perfect. It was during the reception that trouble thundered over the horizon and drastically changed the rest of my life-time.

I couldn't find my housemaid of Honor. Carolyn was gone ; no one I asked knew where she was. At first I wasn't troubled but as the min stretched I grew concerned. I looked for the eligible men in the way and they were all there. She wasn't in a nook somewhere getting a quickie. I asked my brand new hubby if he knew where she was but he claimed to not know. My cousin hadn't a clew, our friends did n't make love. Greg volunteered to look for her ; I was relieved that he would. My hubby took the Best Man, his womb-to-tomb friend and went into the deepness of the building to reckon for Carolyn.

They were gone too long. It had been 15 minutes and the edifice wasn't that big. I grabbed Zachary and begged him to go with me, to find my friend and my trade name new husband. We searched the kitchen, the restrooms, exterior and the basement. None of the staff or caterers had seen any of the three missing people. There was a second floor to the reception hall ; one staff member told me there were four room up there, used for storage. My cousin and I climbed the steps to investigate.

The starting time two rooms were full moon of cartonful, cold old cardboard boxes full-of-the-moon faded memories, lost dreaming. It was when Zach opened the door to the third room that my own dream shattered.

There was an old twin bed mattress on the storey ; Carolyn was sprawled across it with her dress pulled up over her upper body and brass. She was naked from the waist down and my new husband, my lifetime partner Greg had his tool buried deep between her peg while the Best Man stood to the English jerking on his erection. Neither of them had their pants on. I screamed ! Zach flew across the way and hit Greg on the pass with his hard closed fist. Greg yelped and fell to his side on the floor just as Zack kicked the best man in the bollock, folding him over in a peck, groaning and holding his balls. Zach turned back to Greg and kicked him in the back and was ready to stomp his principal when I stopped him. I was too stunned to understand what I was looking at but I couldn't let my cousin-german kill my hubby. 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 bunch of pace banging up the stair and in instant the way filled with wedding guests, mostly men, my shrieking had brought the party to us. Greg sat up ; trying to pull his pants up, his friend was still clutching his wounded jewels. One of my uncles is a cop so he took over, first 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 division of it but look at her, she's gone. She has no approximation what's going on."He jerked his thumb toward the two sitting against the bulwark"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 arrest. He took his phone out and called for more cops and an ambulance for Carolyn. The stunning shock absorber had passed and I started to cry with shame for my best Quaker, rage for my new husband, and sadness for my short live on union.

My mother took me out of the room ; my uncle took his two prisoner downstairs. Two bridesmaids stayed with Carolyn, waiting for the ambulance. It was only when the EMT's put her on the gurney that she began to heat 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 Nox after I went home plate my uncle told us that Greg and the topper man had planned on fucking Carolyn and that Greg had given her a strong roofie during the reception. His supporter 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 distressing, most tragic day I had ever experienced. I ran to the only person in the world I needed to have near me. I raced to my cousin's apartment and fell into his munition in torment for my destroyed animation.

He sat on the sofa, I was lying across his lap, I clutched to him like drowning individual clutches a life ring. I cried, my endless tears soaked the front of his shirt while he stroked my tomentum and said nothing. I needed his strength ; I tried to pull it from him to make myself solid, to front the unimaginably horrible world of my wedding day.

We sat for an hour, he was unsounded, strong. Gradually I stopped sobbing and he pushed me up, off his chest."I'm sorry Maggie. No char should go through what you are veracious now. How can I help ?"
"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 chamber. The symbolism of being carried over the limen of the room in my wedding dress hammered another ear of sorrow through my spunk. He set me on the story and offered me his bed."Take your wearing apparel off and get in, I'll get you some tea."

I pulled off my wearing apparel and dug out one of Zach's jersey 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 chance.

Zack came back carrying a tray with two loving cup and a teapot, he had set out some cheese and cracker bonbon. 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 border of the bed. It flashed through my creative thinker that this wasn't the man to be catering to me but somewhere else in my head 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 smile,"Are you going to be alright ?"

"How could he do that Zack ? How could he rape my best friend at our wedding ? I don't understand what goes on in a man's question sometimes ? If he wanted sex with a knocked out 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 swob my centre, I could see the black mark of my mascara on the thin newspaper publisher. I knew my face was a mess. The tears receded but the head hung between us. I was fishing for solution but I knew my cousin didn't have them. Only Greg would be able to distinguish me what he was thinking and feeling and I knew I could never babble out to him again.

The tea helped, my cousin's presence helped even more. We talked for over an hour, the tea was long gone, I was feeling a lilliputian better but I was tired. Zach left me alone to catch some Z's ; he would stay on the lounge. I went pee then crawled back into the bed, isolated and forlorn on my marriage ceremony dark. In the wickedness 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 pocket-sized bear on smile.

"I hurt inside. Can you stay ?"

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

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

I wriggled from the centre of the bed to relieve oneself room for my cousin. He stretched out beside me on his back and I laid my top dog on his chest, I was under the blanket, he was over. He put a comforting arm around my shoulder and I closed my eyes. That was better. His heartbeat was firm ; I heard the pulse of it as I lay on his chest of drawers. His breathing quickly smoothed out and became the regular rhythm of soul sound asleep. Zach had conked out on me in moments, the day must have stressed him too. I nestled against him and let my thoughts run amok. Everything from the 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 dark in the way and there was a man lying with me. It took several moment to think back where I was and who I was with. Zack had rolled to his side of meat, facing me and put a hand on my white meat. Somehow the blanket was pushed away, tangled at our feet. I looked into his fount 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 hard-on and it was poking the upper part of my leg. He was aroused in his sopor and feeling my tit, pushing his boner on me. I burned with embarrassment and tried to perpetrate away from him but he put his arm over my stomach and pulled me closer. His hand wasn't on my tit any Sir Thomas More but his stiff hammer was now pressed full duration on my hip.

I held still, hoping he would roll back the early way but he settled a short deeper into his pillow and held me nasty. I studied his face as he flexed his hip joint once which slid his turncock on my leg. The jammies he was wearing offered only the fragile facing of cloth between us and I felt that thin cover getting wet. He is erection was leaking to my cutis. My warmheartedness picked up its pace as I realized that my somnolent cousin was trying to get laid in his dreams.

I reached down my side to move his stiff peter. I thought if I could ease it off my leg he would affect back from me. I slowly wrapped my fingers around it through the pajamas and pushed it away. As I tried to incite the hard-on, it twitched and grew thicker in my manus. Zach puffed a lenient moan and flexed his hip joint again. His erection pumped through my finger's breadth as if I were masturbating him. I pulled my hip away from him which caused him to propel his arm off my tummy. It went from my belly to the junction of my branch. Zach put the palm of his hot hand over my pantie covered crotch which sent a shiver of dread through me ; at least I thought it was dread. My fist squeezed his tool involuntarily as I moved my rightfulness leg which gave him more way to caress me. I didn't mean value to, it was a reflex reaction to a man's hand on my trunk. He slipped his hand between my wooden leg, resting the edge of his digit along the cranny between my thighs.

I was afraid to actuate 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 of meat but paused when he took advantage of the wider gap between my thighs and pressed against my puss even harder. The feel of his bridge player sent a jolt of electrical energy though me, my physical structure jerked and I stopped moving again. All of a sudden I was in no hurry to get away from the caress between my pegleg. I bumped my hips lightly and got a gratifying vellication from Zack's fingers.

I was lost. That small caress teased my body and I wanted another, even firmer, stronger. I bumped my hips again with a little to a greater extent saltation and my full cousin responded by stroking my sex. My cunt warmed to the attention, I could finger my prick beau with passion. I arched my back, turn my pelvis and closed my thighs, capturing his mitt between them. I wrapped my digit around his erection again and started stroking it with finding. My temperature flared, my loins began to smoulder with a motive for sex and I could call back of no one expert than my cousin who I loved and trusted and was feeling me up at the moment.

I quit being stealthy and sneaky, my craving overpowered all thought and reason. I rolled to look him and put my hand down his pj's and gripped his swollen gibe. 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 weapon system around me and put his warm needy sass on mine and began to score me with his mouth. A handwriting eased under the shirt to my breast, digit pinched the nipple, I groaned past his tongue. He pushed me to my back then got between my leg and pulled his pjs to his genu, the object of my lecherousness hung from his body like a long blunt gig. I opened my ramification 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 showtime orgasm almost as soon as his balls slapped my ass the first time. It was a minuscule vibe in my womb which rapidly gave way to the immense thrill of feeling my cousin's cock sliding in and out of me. He quickly pumped me to higher levels of motivation and rage. He pulled up the shirt, bent his head to my titmouse and suckled my mammilla then moved his mouth to my neck. He rested on one elbow joint while fucking me and played with my knocker while caressing my neck with his mouth. My second orgasm was solid, wilder.

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

I dug a deep in his back with my decorated nails when my third base sexual climax broke wanton and rampaged across my nerves. He arched his binding, slammed his erecting deep into me then roared out his release. His shoulder and neck opening muscles knotted and strained as he pumped me wide-cut, saturating my womb. I clung to him with arms and legs and let him ingest everything I could give ; my passion, my consistence, my erotic love.

My wedding Night, his natal day, would be one we would never block .