Brett and Barb Ch. 01 & 02

Disclaimer: I had thought it was obvious from the subtitle, but it seems I need to forewarn that this story involves incest, if that's not your thing than please find something else to read, I might suggest my short "Dressing Room Stranger Fuck" series. Also there is group sex, lesbians, and a little bit of anal sex, if that's all ok, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: The Wedding Night

It was June 12th, our wedding day. My fiancé Brett and I had been planning and looking forward to this day for a very long time, almost since as soon as we started dating about two and a half years ago. It was a most glorious day, just as we had planned it to be. I have no family aside from what you might call an evil stepmother; she married my father about ten years after my mother died, when I was sixteen; only a year before she poisoned my father to death. Looking back it is amazing to me that I survived a whole year in the same house with her after that before I was able to find enough evidence to prove she did it and get her arrested. It took almost another whole year before she was officially convicted and sentenced to life in prison. I still don't know why the psychotic bitch did it and it took many years for me to accept all that had happened to me. One of the first things I remember happening after all that which really made me happy was when I first met Brett's family.

I was working at a local grocery store while I tried to finally finish up me business degree, Brett worked there as the manager, in part because his father owned the place, but also because he was good at it. Everyone there was very nice to me and it was really a good place to work, especially since they where understanding about my school schedule and so forth. Well, Brett knew that I had no family and we had become friends of sort, what with joking around during breaks and so forth. And I guess he thought it would be nice if he invited me to spend Christmas with his family. I think I was more surprised than he was when I very quickly and enthusiastically agreed.

I decided eventually not to back out of my acceptance, I suppose it might have been in part because I thought Brett was simply a great guy, he was very nice and very funny, and also he was perhaps the sexiest guy I had ever seen. He works out quite often, especially back then, and it leaves his body quite muscular and well defined, add that to his dark black wavy hair and those deep brown eyes of his that I could absolutely fall into and get lost and it is really hard for me to remember any times in those early days when I talked to him without getting at least a little wet in my pussy. Not that I was a sex fiend or anything; oh I enjoyed sex, at least all of my experiences with it, which included one experience giving and receiving oral sex and plenty of self manipulation, but that was all. I suppose because of all the events that had happened I really hadn't had any healthy relationships before Brett and I also had decided to make my wedding night special by saving myself, not that that had been at all difficult.

So I spent that Christmas at Bunt Manor (that's Brett's family's name). There I met the entire Bunt family; Brett, his parents, Dave and Judy, along with his four younger brothers, Matt, Jack, Ryan, and Steven, his one older brother, Dave Jr., and the lone daughter of the family, Dave Jr.'s twin Tracy. Normally only the two youngest, Matt and Jack, at sixteen and seventeen at the time, lived at the house there with the parents, the rest lived on their own. I also got to meet J's (as they all call Dave Jr.) girlfriend at the time, Sally. Sally ended up to be a real bitch, she tried to sleep with Brett one night when I was out of town and they got to drinking, the only thing that saved him was that when he gets drunk he is perfectly normal for quite a while before quite suddenly passing out totally unconscious. Well on that particular night he lost his consciousness with his cock buried deep in Sally's mouth instead of her cunt where she wanted it. It took me awhile to forgive him for that and agree to go ahead with the wedding, but I finally did because I know he loves me and he has a weakness for alcohol. The bitch Sally on the other hand had been perfectly aware of what she was doing, J dumped her the very next day, and I couldn't have been happier. I discovered later that there where more reasons he got rid of her, but that one would have been plenty to me.

The entire family was very nice and they treated me just like I had always been there and I really felt that I belonged. The important thing about those three days was when I realized that I really felt at home for the first time I could remember and I found I was able to really truly laugh and be carefree and it was an amazingly wonderful feeling. Before I left I had asked Brett if he would like to go out with me some other time, and we started dating a few days later and have been together ever since.

Well, after that one thing led to another and before too long, boom, there we where at our wonderful wedding day, that June 12th. Since the Bunts where the closest thing I had to family I had no problem with Tracy being my maid of honor, she had become my best friend anyway, also I knew there was no danger of her causing a scene by making out with any of the groomsmen, since they where Brett's brothers, with the eldest, J, serving as best man. The wedding was amazingly perfect, with Dave Bunt walking me down the aisle to his own son, it would have been weird, but he was by far the closest thing I had had to a father really since my mother died when I was six and my father seemed to forget that I was there until he died himself. It was a simply glorious day, with one exception.

I had argued with Brett that we shouldn't have any alcohol at the reception, in part because of the event with him and that slut Sally, but I do know he likes his drink and he eventually was able to wear me down about it. I figured things would be ok, since I would be there with him and by that time I would have my claws in him, so to speak, so things would be fine.

The reception itself didn't really go too bad, with the exception of Brett's little brother Matt making a bit of a scene. At eighteen it was his first chance to drink since his parents had said it would be ok for this occasion, maybe in part because the reception was held in Bunt Manor and his bedroom was just upstairs. It wasn't too big of a deal, he just started yelling and was angry for some reason, his brothers where able to calm him down and J took him off to cool down for a while. I really didn't mind all that much, especially since everything else was going so wonderfully. I remember above everything else feeling very happy and horny, I think that it was mostly because it was my wedding day, although it might have helped that I had had some drinks as well.

It seemed like a very short but wonderful time after it all started that all of the guests had left and only the family remained. Even Matt seemed nearly normal again, and the rest of the family appeared to be perfectly fine. I remember feeling more horny than I ever had before and I figured that it was because it was my wedding night and I was finally going to have Brett's giant cock inside my pussy. I had given him a few blowjobs, and he had wonderfully returned the favor, but aside from our oral play Brett had been wonderfully gentlemanly in accepting my desire to wait for our wedding night, even though I could tell it was sometimes hard for him since he obviously found me very sexy and there where times when he wanted nothing more than to sink all nine inches of his fat cock into me.

Well I went over to Brett as the rest of the family organized the cleanup crew they had hired. We shared an amazingly deep and wonderful kiss as I rubbed my wedding dress clad pussy over the bulge in his tuxedo pants. Brett released a deep moan as I slowly slid off of him and caressed him a few times through his pants.

"You ready for the big event, my husband?" I asked him as my hand quietly slid his zipper down. I was slightly surprised when he didn't respond, but it wasn't till I had my hand wrapped around his only semi hard cock and I looked up to his eyes that I realized that my new husband had had too much to drink, he was totally passed out. "Oh, fuck!" I didn't realize that I practically yelled it until I saw most of the family looking over at me sitting on the floor in front of my inebriated and unconscious husband. Brett's father Dave was the closest and he could obviously see my hand in Brett's pants as he rushed over to me.

"Barb honey, are you all right?" As he got closer Dave saw the state his son was in and understanding seemed to come over him. "It's ok guys. Brett's just had too much." The rest of the family understood what he meant and went back to their business once they realized that I wasn't hurt or anything. Dave very kindly helped me up and did up his son's pants before helping to pat my tears away. "I'll help you take him out to the pool house sweetie."

"Thanks Dave."

"Barb, please, it's 'Dad' now."

"Alright then, thanks Dad." Dad and I did our best to support Brett's weight as we took him to the pool house that had been set aside for the two of us to share that night. I was still amazingly horny and I couldn't help but notice Dad's strong arm as it brushed against mine as we supported my new husband, actually as my new father-in-law supported him, since I didn't really help much at all. We finally got there and set Brett down in a chair in the large open room on the first floor of their pool house, and then it hit me that I wouldn't be losing my virginity that night after all and I started to really cry quite a lot.

As I bawled my eyes out I hardly even noticed as Dad came over and wrapped me up in his large arms while he held my head to his shoulder and held me as I cried. I remember mumbling a lot of stuff about how much I had been looking forward to that night and so forth, most if I don't remember and I think most of it was pretty innocent, except I remember at one point letting slip that my poor pussy was dripping and how much it sucked that it wouldn't get the fucking it needed. For his part Dad just stood holding me, seemingly oblivious to all of the things I was saying, especially to how inappropriate they where for his new daughter-in-law to be telling him.

After awhile I finally got a hold of myself and I thanked him for being so helpful. He tried to make me feel a little better by telling me he was really sorry about what had happened, I said I figured it would be ok, after all I had waited thirty years to have sex, what's another day. I remember he didn't respond immediately but after a little while asked if it might help me feel better if the rest of the family came to the pool house to talk and just hang out with me. I was surprised when I heard myself say that I would like that very much.

So it was that I came to be eating wedding cake and drinking yet more alcohol with my new family on our wedding night as my husband lounged unconsciously in a chair across the room. The whole family came to my rescue, Dave and Judy (Dad and Mom, as they wanted me to call them now) joined groomsmen J, Jack, Ryan, and Steven, along with maid of honor Tracy. Matt had started out with us as well, but I don't really include him since he joined Brett in drunken slumber shortly after coming out to the pool house. I remember that talking and laughing with them made me feel a lot better about Brett and what had happened, but it did nothing to help alleviate my horny condition. I remember thinking that they all looked great, just as I had earlier that day, but this time I noticed the men especially. I noticed how Dad's body seemed to bulge with almost as many rock hard muscles as his son, my new husband. Also I remember noticing nineteen-year-old Jack and the way that his young body looked absolutely good enough to eat. I remember wondering if they all had huge cocks like my Brett, if it ran in the family or if he was alone in that regard. I remember that the alcohol must had been having a bit of an effect on them as well as what it did to me, cause it wasn't all that late into the evening when the conversation turned much more intimate and risqué than anything I had ever experienced with the family before. However, the situation with Brett passing out on our wedding night might have also come into play.

I remember at some point someone saying, "I got to say Barb, I love Brett but he made a huge mistake drinking tonight. I mean, look at what he's missing 'cause of it, really a true shame and a huge loss on his part, if I say so myself." I think it was either Dad or J, but it didn't really matter as all of the other guys readily agreed before I was even able to respond to the complement, aside from the response my pussy had, which was immediate.

"Well thank you very much gentleman, we should all make sure to make that point quite clear to him if he survives tomorrow." Everyone had a bit of a laugh at my response, but it soon became quite serious.

Jack was the first to be a bit bolder, perhaps because he was young and not very used to dealing with drinking. "Yeah Barb, you look damn hot in that wedding dress, if you had married me instead I would be giving you the fucking of your life right now." It had been a bit of a running joke between Jack, Brett, and myself that I should drop Brett and marry Jack, even though he was a whole eleven years younger than me. For my part I couldn't help but laugh at his comment, also I couldn't help but get a nice mental picture of him sliding into me as he stood between my spread legs and thrust a huge and fat cock deep inside my wet snatch. Despite my best efforts, I let out a little moan as I watched through my mind's eye as he pounded me to heaven.

The guys couldn't have helped but notice my moan as they all agreed that I really should be getting fucked on my wedding night and that I was really missing out. I still don't know exactly what came over me but I remember responding by saying to them, "Well why don't you guys come give me a bit of what I'm missing then?" After that it seemed to take about a tenth of a second before I had a tongue deep inside my mouth and hands lovingly caressing every part of my body. I don't know who I was kissing or what was going on fully, I just remember that it felt simply wonderful to finally be touched and kissed and I damn near came right then. I felt the mouth on mine move away and I was happy when it was replaced with another as I felt two hands cup my C-cup breasts from behind through the wedding dress as I realized my eyes where closed.

I opened my eyes to see my new dad inches from my face, with his lips locked to mine and my tongue deep in his mouth. I realized quite suddenly that his wife was in the room, and for a second I was very scared. I tried to push him off me and I finally got him off far enough to look over to where Mom had been sitting. When I got a clear view I was very surprised by what I saw.

There was my new mother-in-law with her nice dress opened up and folded in half with her own son Steven fondling her naked breasts as he planted kisses all along her neck. I looked over toward Tracy to see her in a deep and passionate lip lock with her twin brother J. I looked behind me and found Ryan, soon my lips locked onto his as he continued to fondle my breasts. I broke the kiss when I felt some movement between my legs. I turned just in time to realize that I was lifting my booty to allow Jack to remove my white and soaked panties from below the folds of my wedding dress. Because of the dress I couldn't even see Jack at all, but as Dad caressed my face and kissed my forehead I knew it was Jack that was between my legs. Soon a hand reached up from below the dress with my soaked panties on offer. Dad reached over, to my amazement brought the wet garment to his nose, and inhaled deeply before actually sucking a bit of it into his mouth. When he removed my panties from his mouth he handed them to his son Ryan telling him he had to try them. Ryan took my panties and soon had them in his own mouth. Dad soon replaced his son's hands on my breasts, which I suddenly discovered had been quite lonely since they had lost Ryan's attention.

I just sat there totally stunned at what was happened until I felt a tongue suddenly flick over my wet and sensitive clit. I almost jumped out of the chair with shock and pleasure as my brother-in-law Jack began to lick and eat my pussy under my big wedding dress. A few seconds later he sunk his tongue deep into my hungry pussy and I had my first orgasm, it was a small one, but as is often the case with me if they start out small they seem to never stop all night, so it was actually a good thing it wasn't a big one, cause then I would be pretty much done for the night. As I calmed down I opened my eyes to find my suspicions about the family's cocks confirmed as my new father-in-law's prick stood large and proud a couple inches from my mouth, it looked like he was even bigger than my husband. I eagerly leaned forward to take him in, but I was disappointed as he pulled away from me. I heard him say, "You got to ask for it honey."

I then heard myself say, in a voice that was amazingly hungry and horny, "Please daddy; please give me your huge cock to suck on." After that I was rewarded with Dave's cock moving closer to my face. I was able to reach up and grab it as I began to lick and suck all over my new toy. As my nineteen year old brother-in-law ate out my pussy I tried to get as much of my new father-in-law's massive cock into my mouth as I could. I looked across the room as I was sucking and being eaten to see Steven standing in front of his mother who had her legs spread over each arm of the large chair she was sitting in. As I watched he began to push into her. I watched totally mesmerized as he slowly sunk his full length into his mother before slowly pulling it back out and continuing to work up his pace until he was pounding into his mother's obviously wet hole. The sight of their incestuous coupling combined with Jack's tongue between my legs caused me to have another small orgasm, during which I dropped Dad's cock from my hands and mouth.

After calming down I replaced the cock in my mouth as I looked over to see Ryan had moved over near his older sister Tracy. It was an amazingly dirty and kinky scene as he had a hand on either side of her head and was literally fucking his cock into her throat as she just held her mouth as open as she could. My eyes slid over a bit to find Tracy's twin brother J pounding into her from behind, doggy style. As I watched I realized that J not only had a massive cock as well, but it was actually not pounding into Tracy's pussy, but rather her ass. I watched this threesome for a few seconds, before I let my attention briefly pass over my husband and his youngest brother Matt, both of them where deep asleep, despite all of the moaning, yelling, and sloshing and slapping sex noises that where now filling the entire pool house. I then turned my attention back to see that I had spread my legs obscenely wide and my young brother-in-law Jack was walking to get between them, sans his tuxedo pants. His relatively small seven-inch dick was sticking up hard as steel between his bare legs. For a second I absolutely panicked. Here I was on my wedding night, in my wedding dress about to let my husband's little brother pop my cherry without any sort of protection or anything. I let Dad's massive cock slip from my lips as I violently shook my head no and clamped my legs shut.

"No Jack, it's not right."

Jack seemed to be absolutely crushed, but Dad soon stepped up to help, "Would you rather have me be your first Barb?"