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CHAPTER FIVE

Mom turned down the idea of a church wedding. She opted instead for a smaller ceremony, to be held in the parlor of our house. It was a way of saying good-bye to the old place, too, since we'd be moving to New York after the honeymoon. Uncle Roy's business was concentrated in the city and Massillon was too far away for him to commute.

The wedding was set for Saturday morning, and Uncle Roy came in the evening before. I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting him alone, and even when Mom was there with us he seemed strangely distant from me. I kissed him hello, but he didn't touch his lips to mine. Wedding-eve jitters, I thought, but there seemed to be more to it than that. When he looked at me, his eyes had a funny frightened expression, as if he knew something terrible was about to happen to me and he couldn't prevent it but couldn't help watching either. I got the creeps from him, much as I wanted to play with his big cock again, and somehow I was relieved when we all adjourned to our separate bedrooms for the night.

I didn't see Uncle Roy till just before the wedding. Goddamn him, he was avoiding me! Did he think I was going to unzip his fucking pants and go down on him in front of all the guests while we all waited for the bride to show up? Not a bad idea, but I didn't think it would play in Peoria.

He still looked sick when he saw me. Your time's coming, bastard, I thought with a nasty inner mirth. I could hardly wait for the day when he realized that he was the master of a household featuring not one but two horny broads, each of them hungry for his big dick.

The wedding itself I'll pass over. There were a ton of flowers, and I kept the arrangements from getting boring by flirting with the delivery boy, a guy named Kevin who looked like he could give me quite a tumble. The Episcopal minister presided over the ceremony, the house was full of friends and distant kin of ours and Uncle Roy's, and everything went as planned. There was a reception afterwards, of course, with booze flowing like water, and I got my full quota of champagne. Mom frowned when she saw me refilling my glass for the eighth or tenth time, but someone else got her attention and started giving her congratulations and I wandered away unnoticed.

I went upstairs to use the john in my room, sipping champagne as I pissed. Pouring it in one end and out the other. It made a lot of sense, didn't it? But I was giggly from the bubble stuff by then and it seemed like fun.

After pissing, I felt like smoking some grass. I closed the hallway door and took out a joint I'd been saving for a while, then sat down on my bed and smoked it. The pungent weed drifted round my nostrils as I puffed, and I felt really good and high. There was a knock on the door. I reacted slowly, holding the joint in my fingers and wondering whether to swallow it or what. Maybe it was Mom out there. I'd better find out. "Yeah?" I said slurrilv.

There was a cough in reply. I got up and went to the door, opening it just a hair.

Outside stood a boy, about my age. He was perhaps an inch shorter than I am, with dark wavy hair and a sweet, angelic face. I envied him that creamy complexion and his big, cow-like brown eyes.

"Uh," he said, his face reddening, "I just wanted to tell you I can smell your stuff out here in the hall. So maybe other people could, too."

"Thanks," I said, taking a fresh puff. "You want some?"

Who in the hell was he? I remembered being introduced to him but I couldn't recall his name. He took the joint, looking around to make sure no one was coming, and I let him into the room.

We sat down on the bed, and passed the reefer back and forth. Brian. That was his name. The son of Uncle Roy's cousin or something.

He was pretty, almost as pretty as a girl. I wondered if kissing him would be like kissing another girl. His lips were so full and inviting – I bent forward and kissed him, sucking smoke from his lungs.

"Hey!" he choked when I let him go. He looked so cute when he was embarrassed. I kissed him again, and this time I put my arms around him, forcing him to lie down with his feet dangling over the side of the bed. One of my legs slid across his lap and I instantly felt the stabbing push of his hard-on against my stockinged thigh. His cock didn't feel very big, but it was very, very hard. Boys that age get turned on so easily.

I kissed him till I had to come up for breath.

"What're you doing?" he asked me then, in a weak, little-boy voice.

"Kissing you," I said. "Haven't you ever been kissed before?"

"Sure I have," he replied too quickly, canceling out the conviction in his words. "I've kissed lots of girls."

My leg rubbed back and forth across his stiff dick. "Did you ever screw a girl?" I pursued, nibbling his earlobe.

I could feel his skin tingle and grow warm as he began to blush, and his pecker gave a shuddering jerk inside his pants. The fabric grew wet where my leg touched it and I knew he'd squirted in his trousers. I hoped it was his own suit.

"Oh, shit," he moaned, gently lifting my leg and looking at the smear on his pants.

"It'll dry," I assured him. "You're awfully quick on the trigger, aren't you?"

Young boys are so sweet when they're flustered. Brian couldn't be any older than I, but girls grow up much faster than boys do. A girl of fourteen is almost a grown woman, while a boy of fourteen is still very much a boy. The proof lay beside me.

I stood up. "Too bad," I said. "We could have had a nice time. I guess we're cousins by marriage or something, aren't we? I'd like to know you better, now that you're in the family."

He looked up from the bed, hope burning in his eyes. "Wait a sec," he said, "I can get it up again. And I'd like to know you better, too, Jenni."

I shook my head. "No time now," I sighed. "Mom and Uncle Roy – or should I call him Daddy now? – are gonna be leaving for their honeymoon before much longer, and I'll have to be there to say good-bye. You doing something tonight? Well, if your parents will let you, why don't you come over and visit with me? I'll be here alone while they're away and I'd like to have someone to talk to. You know?"

He knew. I left him cleaning his pants with a tissue and went downstairs. The party was still going strong, the band was playing dance music, and I tried to get Uncle Roy's attention. The least he could do was take a turn round the floor with his brand-new stepdaughter.

He didn't want to do it, but Mom smiled maternally and insisted, so he took my hand and we moved onto the floor. It was a slow tune, so I pressed closely against him while we stepped to the beat. I wanted to crawl all over his body, but that wouldn't have been exactly kosher for the occasion. Still, I managed to press against him enough to let him know be was dancing with a warm, firm-built young girl, and I could feel his pecker making some tentative motions inside his pants. He knew what was happening and I could almost hear him praying for the dance to last long enough for his swelling cock to go down.

My heels lifted me high, so that I could lay my head on his shoulder and musk him with the scent of my hair. While we danced I whispered to him, "I think we're going to have a nice family relationship. Would you rather I called you 'Roy or 'Uncle Roy' or 'Daddy' or 'Big Stuff'?" My voice was very low and I'm sure no one heard me but him. Still, Uncle Roy had the face of a man who's just been caught doing something very evil. He looked as if the roof were about to collapse on him and him alone.

I'd hit him where he lived. He gulped, his cock seemed to balloon enormously, and his hands clutched me desperately. "Listen," he said, his voice very soft in contrast to the raging hardness of his cock. "There are things you don't know – things you couldn't begin to know – I – my God, this is no place to talk about it…"

"You bought the cow and got the calf in the bargain," I whispered back insolently. "A suckling calf, at that. Suck, suck."

Around us other people were dancing but no one appeared to be eavesdropping. We must have looked like a happy bridegroom and his brand-new stepdaughter sharing an innocent waltz.

Which stopped in another moment, before Roy could answer. He must have been thanking his God and his jockstrap manufacturer as we returned to where Mom was standing, for his hard-on was neatly contained. The fall of his jacket helped conceal it, too, and he grabbed Mom for a dance at the first opportunity, so if she felt his stiff cock, she probably thought it was meant for her. She was entitled to her fantasies, I suppose, but it had been Jenni who made that pecker bloom.

Brian came down soon after, and I danced with him, too, taking a great delight in turning him on once more in the middle of the crowd. His prick got all hot and bothered as we danced close, his feet shuffled off the beat, and I teased him to another little spurt in his pants. He was so easy to excite, but he betrayed a noticeable lack of control. I chalked that up to his inexperience.

His mother was delighted to know that I'd asked him to come by for Cokes and an evening of listening to records. They were just in town for the wedding – they'd be leaving for home tomorrow noon – but of course he could come over to see me. As we walked away I heard her tell someone, "Don't they make a lovely little pair?"

All the guests had gone, finally, and Mom was instructing the special help about cleaning up.

Uncle Roy seemed anxious to be on their way – he was taking her to New York and they were going to combine honeymooning with house hunting and he took great care to avoid being alone with me for even a second.

They went upstairs to change their clothes and collect their honeymoon clothes. I offered to help, but Mom smiled and said I'd had a hard day, why didn't I take some rest?

So I poured myself one last glass of champagne and drank it down, then started upstairs to change out of my white gown. As I went down the hallway, I noticed that Mom's and Roy's voices seemed awfully loud coming out of her room. The door wasn't fully shut, I saw when I got closer, and since everything about Uncle Roy interests me, I stopped to discover if I could hear or see anything worth hearing or seeing.

The door was cracked and if I squinted just right, I could see past it. My vision was limited, but the objects of it seemed to be lined up with my eyes.

Mom was just unzipping her yellow dress and Roy was helping her off with it. Underneath she wore a matching bra of very soft nylon, the points of her nipples sticking out against the fabric, along with yellow panties, garter belt and stockings. No girdle – she didn't need one. She took the dress from Roy and went to hang it up in the closet.

"Won't be needing that for a while," she told him. He moved close behind her, his hands going around, and I knew that he was feeling her tits. She leaned her head back and purred at him. "Are you sorry?" she asked. "Sorry you married me?"

"I'm only sorry it wasn't done a long, long time ago," he said, much more tenderly than he'd ever spoken to me, the bastard!

Mom turned around and walked towards the bed, Roy following. "And Jenni?" she asked. "Are you sorry about her? Oh, Roy, I want you and Jenni to be the kind of friends you should be. She's a good girl, but she's never had a father. I'm afraid all of us have failed her. You've only seen the good side of her. She can be an awful bitch when she wants. Oh, a little wild, perhaps. You know she was kicked out of the school we sent her to. She smokes marijuana, but all the kids do nowadays, and sometimes – just sometimes – I think maybe she's even been had. You know? But I guess that's not so terrible, is it?"

"When are we going to tell her?" Roy asked solemnly. Tell me what?

Mom sighed. "We shouldn't spring it on her out of the blue, but we shouldn't delay it either. I don't know, darling – let our consciences be our guide."

That interested me. What did they have to tell me that was a matter for their consciences? I wondered a moment, but something else caught my attention. Mom was lying down on the bed, unhooking the bra clasp between her boobs as she moved. The cups fell away, her tits sprang free, and she stretched like a cat, her long legs lifting sinuously into the air.

Roy's coat was off and he was just undoing his cummerbund. When he saw her bare tits, he smiled, dropping the sash and hurrying to unhook his shirt. In a twinkling his pants had fallen and he was letting down his shorts to reveal the gleaming blade of his hard-on. Mom whistled and held out her arms to him.

I didn't want to watch. It seemed a dirty thing for me to be doing, but on the other hand, I'd done dirtier things, like screwing the man my mother was in love with. And didn't I owe it to myself to see exactly what sort of competition I was up against?

"Yes," Mom said as she rolled into his arms and they came together on the bed. She kissed every inch of his face and moved down his neck. I saw her nibble his little nips, saw her fingers touch him beneath his arms, saw her hand shoot lower to entrap his cock.

"Carrie," he said, almost religiously, lifting her butt while he slid down her panties. She wiggled arid wriggled to help him, kicking them from her foot when she could, and then Mom lay back on the bed wearing only her garter belt, stockings, and the biggest, brightest smile I'd ever seen.

Uncle Roy kissed her in the middle of that smile as she eased atop him. Her long legs enclosed his body and her round, shapely ass perched on his thrusting meat.

Mom was built all right. Most women her age rely on foundation garments to give them a figure, but not my mother. Her tits were firm and full, her hips without a pound of unnecessary flesh. No wonder Uncle Roy thought she was great stuff. But Christ – was she worth waiting all those years for? Couldn't be.

She lifted her butt and reached in to pick up his dick. It throbbed in her hands – I know because she told him, "Roy, I can feel your heartbeat through your cock," – and she played with it a moment before she guided its steely length into her hole.

His prick wiggled as she embedded the tip, and then she wiggled as she sank down to engulf his tool. Roy pronged her full and deep that first stroke and her head went back as she gave a moaning keen of triumph. She rested her ass on his crotch, swaying where she towered above him, and I knew just how she must be feeling right now. Her cunt was full of a marvelous cock and her heart was beating two miles a minute.

Roy held her by the hips and began to fuck his way in and out of her pussy Mom's long hair flipped and flopped as she rode him, and I heard her laugh again and again when he prodded her deeply. God, my own cunt was itching so fiercely I wanted to scream! I took careful hold of my hem and lifted it without wrinkling the dress. My fingers pushed aside the crotchstrip of my panties and touched the lips of my cunt.

They were dripping wet and seemed to suck my fingers in without a second thought. I felt knuckles bumping my clit and I choked back a gasp of pleasure. My eyes were nearly blind from squinting, but I kept them glued on the two of them screwing.

"Remember," Mom panted, "remember the first time…"

"How could I forget?" Roy wondered, spearing her with a wickedly twisting upward stroke. I thought she was going to fly into the air, right off his lancing prick.

"We were so young," Mom mused as she humped on him. "And now we're so much older."

"I don't feel old," Roy protested, "and you're no hag Carrie. My God, your pussy's nearly as tight as…" and his voice dropped away abruptly. Had he been on the verge of saying "Your pussy's nearly as tight as Jenni?" Why else would he have cut himself off in mid-sentence? So he remembered how nice and snug my cunt could house his cock. Good. He'd have better cause to remember, and before too much longer.

My eyes were glued to that crack in the door. I had only a hair of space to look through, but it was aimed directly at the bed and I could see each lunging upward stroke of Roy's dick, each plummeting downward of Mom's ass to swallow it up. And I had to confess, she had a nice, sexy way of fucking a man. Maybe I'd inherited it from her. But I knew I was a better lay. I had to be. I was younger, fresher, and don't all the sex researchers say that, the earlier a girl gets broken in, the wilder she tends to be? And who could be wilder than Jenni?

Uncle Roy seemed to be pretty damned satisfied with what he was getting from Mom, though. I heard him moan in pleasure as he screwed her. He was acting like a man who hadn't had a piece of ass in years. Did she have that effect on him? And what had he said about the first time? Did that mean Uncle Roy had gotten Mom's cherry? No matter. Even if he had it was ancient history. Now was all that counted.

But now wasn't a lot of fun for me. Oh, sure, my fingers were dredging honey out of my cunt and making my clit buzz like a bee, but it couldn't satisfy me, not when I could look through the crack in the door and see Mom getting it from a fantastic big cock. And all I had were my slim girlish fingers.

"Fuck me, Roy," Mom was calling out in a soft voice that hovered on the brink of tears. "Fuck me for yourself and for me and for Jenni and for all those years we wasted being apart – God! Give it to meeee!!"

I didn't have to see her face to know that she was erupting into a climax.

When it hit her, she wailed and cried and thrashed her hands in the air. She threw her upper body forward to lie upon him and she kissed him as if she meant to suck out his tongue. Roy's hands encircled her, embracing her tightly, and his crotch continued to belt up against hers fiercely, his cock swishing in her hairy slice.

I heard Mom sobbing, saw the shuddering convulsions of her body, and it did something to me. For the first time I realized how much alike we were, Mom and I. Just because she was pushing forty didn't mean that she wasn't entitled to her fair share of fucking. She loved it so much. But I needed mine, too, and the hell of it was that both of us craved one special cock, the one Uncle Roy carried between his legs.

Well, I wanted him as much as she did, and if he couldn't take care of the pair of us, I didn't plan to be the girl who got left out. Once the honeymoon was over and we were all settled into a new home, I'd just tell him so. He'd fucked me and sucked me and he couldn't simply drop me flat because he'd married my mother in the meantime.

Roy's nuts wobbled and he pounded up into her cunt hard, hard, hard! I could hear him grunting as he shot out round after round of jism into her snatch, and my fingers stabbed angrily at my own cunt then while I pretended I was the one getting his load.

My breath left me and I reeled in the hallway, my fingers jerking inside my convulsing pussy. I was sopping wet between the legs, I could scarcely see, and I almost fell against the door to their room. That might have been interesting, but it would have been dangerous as hell. I caught my balance just in time, straightened up, and managed to stagger down the hall to my room, walking on silent cat feet. My bed looked so inviting I just collapsed onto it, my hand still wedged inside my gash, and I finger-fucked myself to another orgasm, biting my lips to keep from screaming with joy when I came.

Yes, I thought, withdrawing my cunt-juiced fingers and sniffing them. Yes indeed. Seeing Uncle Roy sock it to Mom had only made me want him for my own that much more. And have him I would. No matter what it cost, no matter how long it took.