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

Zachary is seven year sr. than me and ever since my founding father died he has been cousin big buddy, and founder to me. I love my cousin dearly, more than anyone else in the reality, 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 discover that, I loved Greg deeply and I knew without a dubiousness 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 bright sunlit sky ; the world was smiling for my wedding. My maiden of Honor and best friend Carolyn was up with me, coaching me, helping me get my hair and composition done. My mother helped me get dressed while Carolyn went to get ready with the respite of my bridesmaid. The wedding and reception were going to be marvellous but I was looking forward to the first night as Mrs. Greg Butler. 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 red-hot and more ready for our wedding night. My clit was on full phase of the moon alert, ready for close, confidant stimulant and marital atonement. I could hardly wait to get laid on my exceptional day.

He was tall, broodingly handsome ; his eyes sparkled with delight as he watched me issue forth to him on the arm of my cousin. He looked into my eyes and said"I do."My world was perfect. It was during the reception that trouble thundered over the apparent horizon and drastically changed the rest of my life.

I couldn't find my amah of Honor. Carolyn was gone ; no one I asked knew where she was. At first I wasn't troubled but as the minute stretched I grew concern. I looked for the eligible men in the room and they were all there. She wasn't in a box somewhere getting a quicky. I asked my brand new husband if he knew where she was but he claimed to not screw. My cousin hadn't a hint, our friends did n't know. Greg volunteered to attend for her ; I was relieved that he would. My husband took the best Man, his lifelong admirer and went into the depths of the edifice to appear for Carolyn.

They were gone too long. It had been 15 second 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, outdoor 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 fellow member told me there were four rooms up there, used for storage. My cousin and I climbed the stairs to investigate.

The inaugural two suite were full of cartons, dusty old cardboard box seat entire faded storage, lost pipe dream. It was when Zach opened the door to the tertiary room that my own dreams shattered.

There was an old twin bed mattress on the floor ; Carolyn was sprawled across it with her dress pulled up over her upper consistency and face. She was naked from the shank down and my new husband, my lifetime pardner Greg had his dick buried oceanic abyss between her peg while the Best Man stood to the side jerking on his erection. Neither of them had their pants on. I screamed ! Zach flew across the room and hit Greg on the head with his hard closed fist. Greg yelped and fell to his side on the floor just as Zack kicked the safe man in the nuts, folding him over in a heap, groaning and holding his ball. Zach turned back to Greg and kicked him in the vertebral column and was prepare to stomp his head when I stopped him. I was too stunned to interpret what I was looking at but I couldn't let my cousin down my husband. Carolyn never moved. Zach set over her and pulled her dress over her openness, uncovering her look, she was breathing but unconscious.

We heard a gang of footsteps banging up the stairs and in minute the way filled with nuptials Edgar Albert Guest, mostly men, my screaming had brought the political party to us. Greg sat up ; trying to pull his pants up, his Friend was still clutching his wounded gem. One of my uncles is a cop so he took over, inaugural ordering everyone out of the elbow room except me and Zach. Even though it was obvious he asked me"What happened ?"

Zach spoke up"They were having sex. At number one it looked like she was part of it but bet 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 arrest. He took his earphone out and called for more cops and an ambulance for Carolyn. The bedaze shock had passed and I started to cry with shame for my practiced friend, rage for my new husband, and sorrow for my short lived marriage.

My mother took me out of the elbow 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 arouse up."What ? What's going on ? Maggie ?"she called for me"What's ill-timed with me, why I can't movement anything ?"I went with her to the hospital, still in my wedding dress.

The best man spilled his gut. 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 ally 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 amah of accolade.

My wedding party day was the saddest, most tragic day I had ever experienced. I ran to the only soul in the humankind I needed to receive near me. I raced to my cousin's apartment and fell into his weapon in torment for my destroyed animation.

He sat on the lounge, I was lying across his lap, I clutched to him like drowning someone clutches a life ring. I cried, my endless tears soaked the front line of his shirt while he stroked my hair and said zip. I needed his strength ; I tried to pull it from him to make myself solid, to face the unimaginably horrible realness of my wedding day.

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

He didn't have a guest room so Zach urged me to stand then cull me up and carried me to his bedroom. The symbolism of being carried over the threshold of the room in my wedding attire hammered another capitulum of ruefulness through my heart. He set me on the floor and offered me his bed."lead your wearing apparel off and get in, I'll get you some tea."

I pulled off my clothes and dug out one of Zach's tee shirt to put on then slipped into my full cousin's bed in shirt and panty 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 loving cup and a teapot, he had set out some Malva sylvestris and firecracker. I was sitting up, leaning on the bed pillows ; the blankets pulled to my waistline 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 pass I was relieved and grateful that Zachary was sitting beside me.

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

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

He gave me a cautious grinning,"Are you going to be alright ?"

"How could he do that Zack ? How could he rape my safe friend at our wedding ? I don't understand what goes on in a man's head 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 rip welling in my eyes.

Zach took a tissue from a box on the night stand and swob my eyes, I could see the Joseph Black filth of my mascara on the thin paper. I knew my face was a mess. The binge receded but the questions hung between us. I was fishing for solvent but I knew my cousin didn't have them. Only Greg would be able to tell me what he was thinking and intuitive feeling and I knew I could never talk 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 better but I was tired. Zach left me alone to slumber ; he would stay on the couch. I went pee then crawled back into the bed, isolated and forlorn on my wedding party night. In the dark with no one around I began to sob again.

He heard me. He came back into the way wearing pj's and sat next to me again."I thought we were over this"he said with a belittled concern smile.

"I hurt inside. Can you ride out ?"

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

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

I wriggled from the middle of the bed to make room for my cousin. He stretched out beside me on his spine and I laid my forefront on his chest, I was under the mantle, he was over. He put a comforting arm around my shoulder and I closed my eyes. That was dependable. His New York minute was strong ; I heard the pulse of it as I lay on his chest of drawers. His breathing quickly smoothed out and became the fixture rhythm of someone sound asleep. Zach had conked out on me in mo, 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 grim in the room and there was a man lying with me. It took several consequence to remember where I was and who I was with. Zack had rolled to his side, facing me and put a hand on my breast. 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 thigh and that's when I felt something familiar. My cousin had an erection and it was poking the pep pill parting of my leg. He was aroused in his rest and feeling my tit, pushing his bungle on me. I burned with embarrassment and tried to pull away from him but he put his arm over my tummy and pulled me closer. His helping hand 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 wave 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 hips once which slid his shaft on my leg. The pajamas he was wearing offered only the thinnest veneer of fabric between us and I felt that reduce book binding getting wet. He is erection was leaking to my hide. My heart picked up its step as I realized that my somnolent first cousin was trying to get laid in his pipe dream.

I reached down my side to move his squiffy prick. I thought if I could allay it off my leg he would move back from me. I slowly wrapped my finger's breadth around it through the pajama and pushed it away. As I tried to impress the erection, it twitched and grew thicker in my mitt. Zach puffed a diffused groan and flexed his rose hip again. His hard-on pumped through my fingerbreadth as if I were masturbating him. I pulled my hip away from him which caused him to move his arm off my tum. It went from my belly to the junction of my legs. Zach put the ribbon of his hot hand over my panty covered crotch which sent a thrill of dread through me ; at least I thought it was dreadful. My clenched 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 reflex reaction to a man's hired man on my dead body. He slipped his deal between my stage, resting the edge of his fingers along the crevice between my thighs.

I was afraid to actuate again so I stayed very still. When his finger began to motivate, 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 advantage of the wider gap between my thigh and pressed against my Pansa even harder. The feel of his hand 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 legs. I bumped my coxa lightly and got a gratifying twitching from Zack's finger's breadth.

I was lost. That small caress teased my body and I wanted another, even unfluctuating, inviolable. I bumped my hips again with a little more saltation and my cousin-german responded by stroking my sex. My cunt warmed to the aid, I could feel my pussy swell with heat energy. I arched my spine, flexed my pelvis and closed my thighs, capturing his hand between them. I wrapped my digit around his erecting again and started stroking it with determination. My temperature flared, my pubic region began to smolder with a need for sex and I could think of no one salutary than my cousin who I loved and trusted and was feeling me up at the moment.

I quit being furtive and sneak, my craving overpowered all view and reasonableness. I rolled to face him and put my hand down his pajamas and gripped his swollen shaft. I pushed and pulled on it with one hand while I struggled out of my panties with the early. 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 munition around me and put his warm needy lips on mine and began to score me with his sass. A hand eased under the shirt to my titty, fingers pinched the nipple, I groaned past his lingua. He pushed me to my back then got between my legs and pulled his pjs to his knees, the physical object of my crave hung from his body like a long blunt spear. I opened my legs as far as I could get them, grabbed his ass and pulled him down. He penetrated me with rest and we started fucking in a hysteria of overheated ardor.

I had my first orgasm almost as soon as his balls slapped my ass the start time. It was a lowly vibration in my womb which rapidly gave way to the immense boot of feeling my cousin's cock sliding in and out of me. He quickly pumped me to higher levels of need and Passion. He pulled up the shirt, bent his head to my tits and suckled my nipples then moved his mouth to my cervix. He rested on one elbow while fucking me and played with my breasts while caressing my neck with his lips. My second sexual climax was impregnable, wilder.

Zack didn't let up. He fucked me through the 2nd orgasm which kept the flack in me growing. He pushed up on his limb, looked down into my middle 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 orgasm broke promiscuous and rampaged across my nerves. He arched his back, slammed his erecting deep into me then roared out his release. His berm and cervix muscles knotted and strained as he pumped me full, saturating my womb. I clung to him with arm and ramification and let him subscribe to everything I could give ; my passion, my body, my dearest.

My marriage night, his natal day, would be one we would never forget .