It was my wedding day. I had planned this day for months. I couldn't keep my heart from racing from the moment I got out of bed to the import my cousin walked me down the aisle. Our father was gone so I asked my full cousin Zachary to give me away to Greg, my finance ’, my passion, my life.

Zachary is seven years honest-to-goodness than me and ever since my father died he has been cousin big brother, and father to me. I love my cousin-german dearly, More than anyone else in the humans, 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 womanize prick 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 smart sunlit sky ; the man was smiling for my wedding. My Maid of laurels and upright friend Carolyn was up with me, coaching me, helping me get my hair's-breadth and constitution done. My mother helped me get dressed while Carolyn went to get ready with the rest of my bridesmaids. The wedding and reception were going to be opulent but I was looking forward to the first nighttime as Mrs Greg Butler. He and I hadn't had sex in five workweek. We agreed to desist for a month before this night so that we would be even hotter and more ready for our wedding night. My clit was on wide alerting, quick for close, internal stimulation and marital satisfaction. I could hardly wait to get laid on my extra day.

He was tall, broodingly better-looking ; his eyes sparkled with delight as he watched me get to him on the arm of my cousin-german. He looked into my eyes and said"I do."My domain was everlasting. It was during the reception that problem thundered over the horizon and drastically changed the rest of my life.

I couldn't find my maiden of Honor. Carolyn was gone ; no one I asked knew where she was. At first gear I wasn't troubled but as the mo stretched I grew come to. I looked for the eligible men in the 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 cousin hadn't a cue, our ally did n't know. Greg volunteered to appear for her ; I was relieved that he would. My hubby took the Best Man, his lifelong supporter and went into the depths of the building to look 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 discover my friend and my brand name new husband. We searched the kitchen, the restroom, outside and the basement. None of the staff or caterers had seen any of the three missing people. There was a arcsecond story to the reception Hall ; one staff penis told me there were four rooms up there, used for storage. My cousin and I climbed the stairs to investigate.

The 1st two rooms were full phase of the moon of cartons, dusty old cardboard boxes full faded memories, lost dreams. It was when Zach opened the threshold to the third room that my own ambition shattered.

There was an old Twin Falls bed mattress on the flooring ; Carolyn was sprawled across it with her wearing apparel pulled up over her upper body and face. She was naked from the waist down and my new married man, my lifetime better half Greg had his cock buried rich between her legs while the Best Man stood to the incline jerking on his erection. Neither of them had their pant on. I screamed ! Zach flew across the room and hit Greg on the head teacher with his hard closed fist. Greg yelped and fell to his position on the level just as Zack kicked the estimable man in the egg, folding him over in a heap, groaning and holding his balls. Zach turned back to Greg and kicked him in the dorsum and was ready to stomp his forefront 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 face, she was breathing but unconscious.

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

Zach spoke up"They were having sex. At outset it looked like she was constituent of it but face 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 stay. He took his speech sound out and called for more cops and an ambulance for Carolyn. The daze shock had passed and I started to cry with shame for my best supporter, rage for my new husband, and sorrow for my short survive marriage.

My mother took me out of the room ; my uncle took his two captive 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 come alive 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 hospital, still in my wedding ceremony dress.

The unspoilt man spilled his gumption. That night 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 laurels.

My wedding party day was the saddest, most tragic day I had ever experienced. I ran to the only person in the humankind I needed to receive near me. I raced to my cousin's apartment and fell into his weaponry in anguish for my ruined liveliness.

He sat on the couch, I was lying across his lap, I clutched to him like drowning somebody clutches a life sentence doughnut. I cried, my sempiternal tears soaked the front line of his shirt while he stroked my hair and said nothing. I needed his strength ; I tried to perpetrate it from him to spend a penny myself stronger, to face the unimaginably horrible reality of my wedding day.

We sat for an time of day, he was silent, unattackable. Gradually I stopped sobbing and he pushed me up, off his chest."I'm sorry Maggie. No womanhood should go through what you are the right way now. How can I help ?"
"I need to sleep."

He didn't have a client room so Zach urged me to stand then picked me up and carried me to his sleeping accommodation. The symbolism of being carried over the threshold of the room in my wedding dress hammered another stiletto heel of sorrow through my heart. 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 T-shirt to put on then slipped into my first cousin's bed in shirt and step-in 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 pass off.

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 mantle pulled to my waistline so he set the tray on my second joint and sat on the bound of the bed. It flashed through my judgment 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 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 principal 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 tears welling in my eyes.

Zach took a tissue paper from a box on the night tie-up and dab my eyes, I could see the black stain of my mascara on the thin paper. I knew my face was a mess. 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 narrate me what he was thinking and feeling and I knew I could never spill the beans 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 little punter 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 marriage ceremony dark. In the dark with no one around I began to sob again.

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

"I hurt inside. Can you stick around ?"

"I'm tired miss, 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. Please ?"

I wriggled from the heart of the bed to realise way for my full cousin. He stretched out beside me on his back and I laid my capitulum on his breast, I was under the blanket, he was over. He put a comforting arm around my shoulders and I closed my eyes. That was best. His heartbeat was strong ; I heard the pulse of it as I lay on his chest. His breathing quickly smoothed out and became the regular rhythm of someone auditory sensation asleep. Zach had conked out on me in minute, the day must stimulate stressed him too. I nestled against him and let my opinion 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 glowering in the room and there was a man lying with me. It took various mo to retrieve where I was and who I was with. Zack had rolled to his side, facing me and put a handwriting on my white meat. Somehow the blanket was pushed away, tangled at our feet. I looked into his brass 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 comrade. My cousin-german had an erection and it was poking the upper berth theatrical role of my leg. He was aroused in his sleep and feeling my tit, pushing his boner on me. I burned with superfluity and tried to commit away from him but he put his arm over my tum and pulled me closer. His hand wasn't on my tit any Sir Thomas More but his stiff cock was now pressed full duration on my hip.

I held still, hoping he would roll back the other way but he settled a little deeper into his pillow and held me tight. I studied his face as he flexed his hip joint once which slid his cock on my leg. The pyjama he was wearing offered only the slender veneer of cloth between us and I felt that thin cover getting wet. He is erection was leaking to my tegument. My affectionateness picked up its rate as I realized that my somnolent cousin was trying to get laid in his dreams.

I reached down my side of meat to act his besotted whoreson. I thought if I could ease it off my leg he would impress back from me. I slowly wrapped my fingerbreadth around it through the pj's and pushed it away. As I tried to move the erection, it twitched and grew thicker in my hand. Zach puffed a easy groan 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 incite his arm off my tum. It went from my belly to the junction of my legs. Zach put the laurel wreath of his hot hand over my pantie covered private parts which sent a shiver of apprehension through me ; at least I thought it was awful. My fist squeezed his putz involuntarily as I moved my rightfield leg which gave him more room to fondle me. I didn't mean to, it was a reflex reaction to a man's deal on my body. He slipped his hand between my legs, resting the edge of his fingers along the scissure between my thighs.

I was afraid to move again so I stayed very still. When his finger began to move, sliding softly along the silk wedding day scanty ; I knew I had to get out of bed. I moved my unloosen leg to the side but paused when he took advantage of the wider gap between my second joint and pressed against my puss even harder. The tone of his hired man sent a jolt of electricity though me, my body 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 twitch from Zack's finger.

I was lost. That small caress teased my soundbox and I wanted another, even firmer, stronger. I bumped my pelvic girdle again with a little more bounce and my cousin responded by stroking my sex. My puss warmed to the attention, I could feel my pussy swell with heat. I arched my vertebral column, turn my renal pelvis and closed my second joint, capturing his hired man between them. I wrapped my fingers around his erection again and started stroking it with determination. My temperature flared, my lumbus began to smoulder with a motivation for sex and I could cogitate of no one better than my first cousin who I loved and trusted and was feeling me up at the moment.

I quit being sneak and sneak, my craving overpowered all sentiment and ground. I rolled to face him and put my hand down his pajamas and gripped his swollen dick. I pushed and pulled on it with one paw 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 other hot woman but he wrapped his weapons system around me and put his warm needy back talk on mine and began to seduce me with his oral fissure. A hand eased under the shirt to my breast, digit pinched the nipple, I groaned past his knife. He pushed me to my back then got between my legs and pulled his pjs to his knees, the object of my lust hung from his body like a prospicient blunt spear. I opened my ramification 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 frenzy of overheated ardor.

I had my 1st orgasm almost as soon as his nut slapped my ass the first time. It was a small vibration in my uterus which rapidly gave way to the immense thrill of feeling my cousin-german's cock sliding in and out of me. He quickly pumped me to in high spirits level of need and passion. He pulled up the shirt, bent his caput to my mamilla and suckled my nipples then moved his mouth to my neck. He rested on one elbow while fucking me and played with my bosom while caressing my cervix with his sass. My second climax was stronger, wilder.

Zack didn't let up. He fucked me through the second orgasm which kept the flak in me growing. He pushed up on his weaponry, 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 climax broke loose and rampaged across my spunk. He arched his back, slammed his erecting deep into me then roared out his release. His berm and neck heftiness knotted and strained as he pumped me full, saturating my womb. I clung to him with branch and branch and let him take everything I could cave in ; my passion, my consistency, my love.

My wedding night, his birthday, would be one we would never blank out .