Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2007 18:26:16 -0500
From: jockhunger@yahoo.com
Subject: Sharin 11

Sharin'
Chapter Eleven - Pre-wedding Jitters and Quirky Nuptials

	Lance spent most of the day at Sharon's parent's house going over
the wedding plans.  Tommy called Randy and they talked for a while but
not about anything special.  Around dinnertime, Sharon and Lance
returned home but before they sat down to eat they pulled Randy aside
for a private conversation.
	"Sorry I missed your birthday, Squirt, but I had a twenty-eight
page thesis due for Chem class."
	"'sokay, it wasn't anything special--not like last year when I
became an official teenager.  Now it's just another teen birthday.
How's college?"
	"Okay.  The professors think they're the only ones handing out
projects, though."
	"Projects?"
	"Umm, homework, except it's due in six weeks instead of the next
day."
	"Then what's your, um, grade point average dropped to?"
	"Oh, it's still a four point.  I'm just complaining about the
work load.  No down time for me, y'know?"
	"Don't tell Mom.  It won't give me any leverage to gripe if she
knew how little homework I have compared to college."
	Lance, wanting to get to the matter at hand, said, "Randy ... uh
... hear me out before you react ... or should I say over-react, okay?"
	"Okay," Randy said quizzically, looking at Sharon for some clue.
	"At first ... I was gonna ask you to be my best man."
	A glimmer of pride flashed across Randy's face before
remembering Lance's cautionary remark and he regained a reserved
countenance.
	"But I think the best man is gonna have to do a lot of things
for me that only adults can do, like signing for tuxedos and stuff."
	"I understand," Randy said, stoically.
	"But  ... " Sharon interrupted, "Lance has agreed to let me ask
you to be Maid of Honor ... if you want."
	"What!  Really!"  Randy looked first at Lance for confirmation
and then at Sharon to see if she was kidding.
	"You've told me you wanted to try going in drag ... real honest
to goodness drag ... just once.  What better time than at my wedding?"
	"I'd wear a dress?"
	"Everything.  Real makeup, get your hair done, your nails, the
works."
	"And you're okay with that?" Randy asked Lance.
	"I want you--more than anyone--to be a part of the wedding
party," Lance said sincerely.  "... a special part.  You're too old to be
the ring bearer and too tall to be a flower girl  ... "  Then he smiled
to let the stunned Randy know the last remark was a joke.
	"And I don't have a sister to ask," Sharon added, "and way too
many cousins.  All of 'em would hate me for not choosing them ... so you
would be doing me a tremendous favor."
	Randy's heart was beating so fast he felt faint.  "No Lance, I
mean ... about wearing a dress," Randy clarified.
	"Well ... about that  ... " Lance said ominously.
	Sharon said, "I've decided my wedding is going to have a little
different twist than most ceremonies."   Then she proceeded to explain
several of the things she had planned that were going to make her wedding
--their wedding--unusual.  Being Sharon, she left out a few choice
tidbits, of which, even Lance wasn't aware.  Once she was done and having
been reassured by Lance that it was okay with HIM, a wide-eyed Randy
agreed to be Maid of Honor.
	During dinner, Anita was asked to order the flowers that would
compliment Sharon's burgundy and lilac motif.  Geoff was recruited to
find a ceremonial hall other than a church.  But they were assured, for
the most part, Sharon and her mother, Grace, would plan everything else.
	"Dad's gonna wear his kilt.  It's a blue and green tartan plaid,
so I thought I'd have the flower girl wear a tartan sash over the
shoulder to the waist.  Tanner and Trent, the ring bearers, will be in
tartan colors too."
	"Two ring bearers?" Lance asked.
	"Well, they're my two youngest brothers.  At three and five,
they're too young to be groomsmen, right?"
	"Yeah.  Your brothers, Devon, Caleb and Evyn, have already agreed
to be ushers and Trevor agreed to be my best man."
	"I spoke to Travis and Brett," Sharon said.  "They said they'd
love to be in the wedding party, too."
	"More of her brothers," Lance clarified for his folks.  "That just
leaves Conner to ask.  What about Walter?"
	"He's gonna be in the Middle East negotiating hostage releases."
	"Do you think Josh is old enough?  He'll be eight next month," Sharon
asked.
	"He's well behaved," Lance said more for his folk's sake than for
Sharon's sake.  "At least, when I'm around.  I think he'd be honored if we
asked him."
	"Besides," Sharon said, "he would be the only brother not to be
asked."
	"Then he's in," Lance said.
	"You don't think eight groomsmen is too many?" Anita asked.
	"Nope.  I'll have six bridesmaids plus Randy, of course, and
they'll all need escorts down the aisle."
	The dinner conversation revolved around Sharon's desire for Randy
to be her Maid of Honor.  Although shocked--and possibly appalled, at
first--Geoff and Anita warmed to the idea once it was explained and they
saw how Lance felt about it.
	A few weeks later, again on a quick trip home from college, Sharon
and Lance got together with Geoff, Anita and Randy to discuss how things
were progressing.
	"The photographer, Marty," Sharon said, "is the son of a Marine
my dad worked with and I've seen his work on several occasions.  Both he
and his dad have visited our family numerous times, so they're aware of my
family's incestuous relationship.  Of course, they never participated in
any of the activities, but, for that reason, I feel comfortable asking
him to take some "specialty" photos after the wedding and videotaping the
reception ... if that's okay with you guys."
	Both Anita and Geoff were intrigued by what Sharon meant by
"specialty" photos, but neither one asked.  They both thought similar
thoughts about it being Sharon's wedding and the bride should be
allowed her preferences or in Sharon's case, her idiosyncrasies.
	When it came time for the men's fittings, Sharon accompanied Lance
and each of her brothers to the tux shop to make sure everyone was "on the
same page."
	As for Randy, she had a seamstress come to the house to fit
him.  His folk's bedroom was "off limits" to all but Sharon, Randy and the
seamstress whenever the fittings were in progress.  It was the only room
with a full length mirror.  They discussed hair and makeup with him like he
was "just one of the girls."  Sharon chose a slinky 1920's style gown whose
retro style was fashionable again and similar to the ones Carole Lombard
always wore.  Her bridesmaids would be wearing matching 1920's style gowns
in burgundy while Randy's would be in a lighter lilac color.  Sharon liked
the way the material clung like glue to the hips, thighs and buttocks.  It
even accentuated Randy's rear cleavage by dipping in slightly as it fell
over his bubble butt.
	"What do we do about this?" the seamstress asked, pointing with the
tips of some menacing looking scissors to Randy's crotch bulge.
	Randy bent to look where she was pointing and didn't see a
problem but when he straightened up again and looked in the mirror on the
back of the closet door, he saw the obscene bulge his boy-style boxers
created.
	"Will a jockstrap take care of it?" Sharon asked.
	"Not likely.  It'll make it poke up and out," the seamstress
said from years of experience fitting men in men's wear as well.
	"Yeah, I guess you're right.  Could we tie it down?"
	"What?" the seamstress yelped.
	"Tie it to his thigh or something?" Sharon said.
	"Sharon!" Randy pleaded.
	"Maybe  ... " the seamstress said thoughtfully.
	"I'll figure something out," Randy said.  "I promise.  And if I
don't, I'll let you know in plenty of time.  Okay?"
	"Okay," Sharon agreed, glad to be shed of yet another worry.
	"Now," the seamstress warned, "you can't gain or lose an ounce
between now and the wedding, understood?"
	"Yes, ma'am," Randy said contritely.  "When do I get to see YOUR
gown, Sharon?"
	"You don't.  It's gonna be a surprise."
	"To everyone," the seamstress agreed.
	During another 'meeting of the minds,' a week later, Geoff said
apologetically, "I've called everywhere and all I've been able to find
with the amount of space you've requested, is a converted roller rink."
	"That's fine," Sharon said like it was no problem, "as long as
there's lots of room to ... dance."
	"Okay to book it, then?"
	"They have a kitchen big enough for the caterers?"
	"Yeah."
	"Book it."
	During one of the wedding-planning get-togethers, Sharon
said, "You guys already know I'm gonna consummate the marriage
but what if I get pregnant?"
	"That would be wonderful!" Anita beamed.
	"But I still want to get my degree," Sharon warned.  "I guess
what I'm saying ... asking, actually ... if Lance and I have a baby ..."
	"Oh, honey!  You don't even have to ask," Anita said, reading
Sharon with a mom's intuition.  "Of course we'll take care of him."  It
was only natural for Anita to use the word 'him' to describe an unborn
since she only had the two boys.
	"But it will be ... for such a long time ... five or six years
... not just an occasional overnight."
	"I thought ..." Geoff said.
	"She wants to get her PhD in Social and Cultural Anthropology,"
Lance said, explaining the extra college years she referred to.
	"Oh," Geoff said.  "Even so, Lance will be here.  He'll help.  I
mean, he'll have the main responsibility for raising the baby, but of
course we'll be here for you."
	"Me, too!" Randy insisted.  "I mean, I'm gonna be stuck around
here for another four years, at least ... until I graduate high school."
	"You really wouldn't mind me being a weekend mom?"
	"Do you really think you can go to college and carry a baby,
too?" Anita asked.
	"Working women get pregnant.  I don't see where studying would
be any different.  In fact, now that you mention it, the baby would be
a drain on me physically ... not mentally.  Being pregnant might even
work to my advantage ... academically, I mean."
	"There's the subject for your doctoral thesis," Lance joked,
"'Why Women Should Study Pregnant'."
	"Yeah," Randy said, "or 'Pregnancy and the Prom--A Winning
Combination'."
	"More like, 'Academics and the Art of Pawning Off Your
Child'," Sharon said.
	"Don't say that, dear," Anita consoled.
	"Are you sure?" Sharon pleaded uncharacteristically.  This was
one event she didn't want to 'force' on them if they weren't ready for
it--for the baby's sake.
	"Between your family and us," Geoff said, "I'm pretty sure we'll
be able to find enough babysitters to give us a night out once in a
while."
	"Yeah, I guess you're right."
	Several times over the next few weeks prior to the wedding,
Geoff smiled enigmatically at Lance and Randy.  Randy remarked to Lance
that he thought it probably had to do with him cross-dressing and Lance
countered THAT thinking it was because his dad was smirking over Lance
finally getting to pork his girlfriend--once they were married.
	Later that same week, Randy began a self-inflicted regimen.
	Not wanting to scuff his Maid of Honor heels, Randy borrowed a
pair of his mother's, even though they were a little tight.  For the next
two weeks, he tried walking every night until he was comfortable in them.
When he learned the best man usually escorted the maid of honor out of
the church, he asked Lance to hold his arm like an escort and help him
pace his stride--in heels--like he was walking down the aisle with
Trevor.  Once comfortable with that, they attempted maneuvering steps.
Since the inside stairs were too narrow for the both of them side by
side, they moved to the backyard porch steps.
	"You're pretty good at this," Lance said.
	"It's my child-bearing hips," Randy smiled up at him.
	"You wish!" Lance said, knowing how much Randy worried about
wanting children but knowing that if he turned completely gay he'd never
have a chance to have any.
	"Only if I could get pregnant by you or Dad.  Not anyone else."
	"You know I'd do it for you if you could get pregnant."
Lance said.
	"That would mean you'd have to fuck my butt," Randy giggled.
	"That would mean you'd have to grow a vagina," Lance countered.
	Remembering the task at hand, Randy said, "I've gotta try
walking with a dress on."
	"Not with me, you won't," Lance said, looking around to see if
any neighbors were listening--or, god forbid, watching!
	"It's not like we're out front," Randy argued.  "There's only
two neighbors home at this hour and they're watching soap operas."
	"I hope," Lance said.  "But don't put on your bridesmaid dress.
You don't want to ruin it."
	"Maid of Honor!" Randy corrected.  Then as an afterthought, he
said wonderingly, "Fuck!  What WILL I wear?  Mom doesn't have any
long dresses."
	"Wrap a tablecloth around your waist and let it serve as a
dress."
	"Yeah!  That's it!"  Because he was in heels, Randy was able to
hug his taller brother more easily for his brilliant suggestion before he
raced as fast as he could--in heels--to find a tablecloth.  When Randy
returned, Lance helped adjust the back and sides until it was just about
ankle length.
	"Here goes nothing," Randy said, accepting Lance's crook'd arm.
	"I'm gonna let Sharon know how much you've been practicing.  I
know you're not worried about making a fool of yourself.  You just don't
want to do anything to ruin her wedding."
	"It's your wedding, too," Randy said, knowing he was practicing
to perfection more for Lance's sake than for Sharon's.
	"Um ... Squirt?" Lance asked as they turned to climb the
stairs for the third time.  Randy was beginning to feel more confident
about walking in heels and a dress at the same time.  Reaching down with
one hand to lift the hem--this time, trying to do it without looking--
Randy said, "Yeah?"
	"Sharon was asking me if you ... uh ... came up with a
solution for ... uh ... the bulge in your dress."
	"Oh fuck!  No!  I haven't even THOUGHT about it!"  Randy
stumbled and would have landed with his chin on the top step if Lance
hadn't caught him.
	"Hey, hey!  Don't go ruining that pretty face.  Not this close
to the wedding."
	Tears welled in Randy's eyes as he turned and sat with an audible
"thump" on the porch step.  They didn't spill because, as he grew older,
he had learned to control them better--but holding them back increased
his agony all the more.  "I promised her I'd let her know in plenty of
time."
	Lance hugged Randy close to comfort him.  "Dude!  There's plenty
of time."
	"No there isn't.  Your wedding's in three days."
	"How about if we duct tape it to your belly."
	"What if I have to pee?"
	"Oh yeah.  Well, you seem to LOVE piss enemas, so how about if
we stick the head of your dick up your ass and tape it in place?"
	"Shit!" Randy smiled in spite of how badly he was feeling about
not following up on a promise, "Now I'm gonna get a hard-on."
	"Not in Mom's good tablecloth!" Lance said with mock horror.  As
he helped Randy to his feet, he said, "A couple more trips up and down
the stairs and then I've got to go in."
	"Don't say trips," Randy chuckled.  "Once today is enough."  On
the last lap, the one back into the house, Randy asked, "Lance, can I
blowjob ya the morning of your wedding?  You know, to help calm the
butterflies?"
	"My butterflies or yours?" Lance chuckled.
	Thinking momentarily, Randy said, "Both I guess but I was
thinkin' of yours."
	"I don't see why not but we'll have to check with Sharon."
	"Why?" Randy asked, hoping it would be their own private moment
to be remembered and kept secret for the rest of their lives.
	"To make sure there's no evil omen attached to the groom seeing
the bridesmaid before the wedding."
	"Maid of Honor," Randy corrected with an impish grin, knowing
Lance continued to say 'bridesmaid' just to tease him.
	"But the answer is still yes, even if it means having to do it
the night before.  Is that okay?"
	"Any time and every time," Randy said.  "I'll never say no to
you."
	"Just remember, Squirt, once I'm married, there will be times
I'll have to say no to YOU."
	"I know," Randy assured him, "but I want you to know I'll always
be there for you."
	"Yeah, I know," Lance said lovingly.
	Then, with a devilish grin, Randy said, "But if Dad asks first,
you'll have to wait."
	"Hey!" Lance groused good naturedly, "You've got two holes.
There should be no waiting."
	In a serious tone, Randy asked, "Lance, you're not gonna be
embarrassed by me dressing like a girl, are you?"
	"Hell no!" Lance said sincerely.  "You could come dressed like
Bigfoot if that's want Sharon wants."
	"That makes me feel better.  It's not like I'm ever gonna dress
like a girl again.  I just wanted to do it ... like for real ...
just once.   To tell the truth, I'm kinda scared.  Excited but scared,
too."
	"You'll be fine.  And if you get too nervous, just come hold my
hand.  Sharon'll understand."
	"I won't, I promise.  I just want you to know, I'm gonna do
everything I can to make your wedding day perfect."
	"Well, there's one more thing I need to tell you," Lance said
seriously.
	"What?"
	"Trevor has the bachelor party set up and he wants to know if
you want to come."
	"Sure!"
	"Hold on." Lance warned.  "Sharon might need your help that
night, too."
	"Oh yeah."
	"And Trevor's got some girls lined up to ... uh ... entertain
my friends."
	"Hookers?" Randy asked.
	"Not hookers, but yeah, they're gonna put out."
	"Oh."
	"Are you gonna ... uh  ... "
	"No way!  Sharon would feed me my balls instead of my wedding
cake at the reception."
	"Good ... cuz ... I think it would be wrong to ... "
	"To cheat on Sharon?"
	"Yeah, especially since she saved herself for you."
	"Or to cheat on you?"  Lance asked pointedly.  "You know you're
gonna have to share me a little more once I'm married."
	"Yeah, I know," Randy said sullenly.
	"But on the bright side, you'll have a few more people in 'the
family' to play with ... Trevor and Devon."
	"Yeah, I know," Randy said, forcing himself to be more cheerful.
	The next two days were a whirlwind of activity for everyone but
the Wilsons.  Tommy phoned and asked if he could come over.  Since
Anita and Geoff didn't want to leave the house in case Sharon had some
last minute task to be performed, they welcomed the distraction.
	He was almost naked before he reached the front door.  "I paid
the cabbie," Tommy said.
	In a whisper, Randy said, "Thanks for doin' this, man.  The
'rents are freakin' over the wedding ... you know, just sittin' around
doin' nothin' for two days."
	"Whatcha gonna do to distract 'em?"
	"Not me.  You!  Wait'll you see dad's new toy!"  Then, running
down the hall toward the family room, Randy called out, "Mom, Dad,
family room!"
	Several weeks earlier, Geoff had installed a triangular device
from the center beam of the cathedral ceiling.  If he jumped, he could
grab the bar and do chin-ups.  At least, that's what he told his friends.
Within minutes, the four of them were finding new uses for the device.
	Right in the middle of some especially fun activity in the
family room, the doorbell rang.
	"Will you get it, Dad?" Randy asked from behind Tommy's butt.
 "I don't want this dildo to fall out."
	Geoff went to the front door after stopping by to get his robe.
He learned to keep one in the front closet for just such emergencies as
this.
	"Hi, is Tommy here?" a pretty little girl asked when Geoff
opened the door.  She was wearing a white button-up blouse, a black
thigh-high skirt and black patent-leather shoes.
	"Yes," Geoff said, smiling only because the little girl was smiling.
"He's uh ... tied up right now, can I ..."
	"I'm Cindy.  Is he being dominated?  Can I come in and watch?"
	"Cindy?"
	"His sister."
	"Oh!" Geoff said, startled that Cindy looked even younger than
her brother--even though she was a year older. He thought,  'Her living
conditions have caused her to be uncommonly thin but she certainly
dresses nicely.'  "Come in," Geoff invited, waving to a chair in the living
room.
	"Thanks," Cindy said brightly.
	"I'll go see if he's ... available."
	"Mr. Wilson, I hope you're not disappointed.  Tommy said you
might want to ... uh do stuff with me.  But if you don't, I'll
understand.  I know I don't have big breasts but ..."
	"No, no," Geoff said, startled by her forwardness, "you're
beautiful!"
	"I've been called 'cute' but not 'beautiful'," Cindy said modestly.
"But thanks for saying so.  Tommy said you would be kind."
	"What's keepin' ya?" Randy called as he came running into the
room--naked.  Seeing his dad in his robe, Randy said, "Oops!"
	"This is Cindy," Geoff said.
	"Hi, get undressed," Randy said.  "Tommy's tied up."
	"So I hear," Cindy said coyly. "Can I see Tommy before I get
undressed?"
	"Sure.  No pressure in THIS house," Randy said, meaning
she wasn't being pimped out by her mother.
	"Unless it comes from Sharon or Anita," Geoff said.
	"Oh yeah.  The women are in charge in this house," Randy said,
"but Sharon's not here today."
	"Oooh, I like the sound of THAT!" Cindy said.
	"Oh no, not another one," Randy groused with an ear-to-ear
grin.  "Take your robe off, Dad."
	"Take Cindy to the family room.  I'll be there in a minute."
	"K," Randy said, taking Cindy's hand and leading her down the
hall.
	Geoff hung his robe in the closet and slipped into the master
bathroom to spray his underarms with deodorant.  Using a warm soapy
facecloth, he washed his cock and balls, dried them off and shook a
little baby powder on them.  As a last minute thought, he gave himself
a quick face slap of aftershave cologne.
	His ten-inch boner preceded him in eager anticipation as he
headed down the hall.
	While Geoff was freshening up in the bathroom, Cindy said, "I
think your dad is so hot!  I can't wait to see him naked."
	"You gotta act your age ... like a schoolgirl ... not a
well-used whore," Tommy said.  "He'd like it even better if you were
his daughter."
	"Shit! I wish I were.  I think he's just what I need to set me
straight."
	"You want HIM to dominate YOU?" Anita asked.
	"Is that okay?  I mean, Randy said ..."
	"That's fine," Anita said.  "That's the best part of being a
dominatrix, you get to make the rules."
	"So I dominate him by letting him think he controls the
situation but I can change it anytime I want."
	"Exactly," Anita said, "and he can't do anything about it."
	"I'd love to have a daddy like yours make love to me.  You
know, like I was his darling little girl who deserves to be rewarded."
	That was the sentence Geoff heard as he walked in.  He looked at
Anita, then at Tommy who was suspended from the ceiling like a pinata.
	Currently, Tommy's wrists were in wide cotton bands that held his
arms securely over his head.  A spreader bar was clamped between his
ankles to keep his legs apart.  His balls hung loosely in their sack while
his cock pointed up toward his wrist restraints.  Both his balls and his cock
were red from being swatted with the flyswatters Anita and Randy were
holding.
	From the amount of dried cum on his chest and belly, it was
evident that he had come several times--but still, his pecker was as hard as
a marble statue of Priapus.
	"You know, Mr. Wilson, you look so strong, I bet you could pick
me up like I was a feather," Cindy said.
	"I don't know about that, sweetie.  I'm not as young as I used to
be."  Even as, Geoff said it, he began sizing Cindy up.  'Short, slender,
thin as a rail, maybe half the weight of Randy.'
	"If I put my arms around your neck and my legs around your waist,
you could hold me up by putting your hands under my butt."
	"Show her your cannons, Dad," Randy said.
	"No," Geoff said bashfully but reflexively pumped his biceps a little.
	"You held me off the ground until Mistress could secure my wrists,"
Tommy said, "and I weigh more than Cindy."
	Geoff thought, 'It's true.  I wrapped my arms around Tommy's thighs
and held him steady until Anita got his wrists bound comfortably in the
restraints.'  A mental vision of Tommy's cock in his face cause Geoff's cock
to bounce involuntarily.  To console himself, he thought, 'Well, it was either
his cock or his ass in my face.  I just chose the lesser of two evils.'
	"Go on, Dad, pick her up," Tommy said easily using the term 'dad.'
Deep down, he wished Geoff WERE his dad.
	"Go on Dad, pick her up," Randy urged.  "Show her what it's like to
be hugged by a real dad."
	"Please?" Cindy begged.
	"Oh, okay," Geoff said, extending his arms and squatting slightly so
she could hug him.  As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he started to
stand.  Once her legs were wrapped around his waist, he cupped her butt
like she suggested.
	It was only when he felt his erection slice along her butt cheeks that
he realized Cindy wasn't wearing panties.
	"Hang on, I want you in me," Cindy said.
	"I shouldn't," Geoff said.
	"It'll be easier for you to hold me," Cindy said as her butt squirmed
one way and the next until Geoff's cock head slipped into her tight cunt.
She bounced slightly to get him to lower her down onto his hard-on but he
held her high, leaving just the head in.
	"No, we shouldn't," Geoff pleaded.
	"You've always wanted a daughter," Anita taunted.
	"Please put it in farther, Daddy," Cindy said in her little-girl
voice.  "It feels so perfect having my daddy's huge cock in my tiny little
pussy.  Nothing could feel better than this."
	"But, honey," Geoff pleaded, "if I go in any farther, I'm gonna cum.
You are such a hot little girl.  You've got Daddy's nuts boiling."
	"That's okay, Daddy, you can fill me up and then I'll feed it back to
you.  Would you like that?  Eating my hairless pussy?  You do like eating
pussy, don't you?"
	As his cock slipped deeper and deeper into her cunt, he strained to
keep her in the air.
	Rubbing her hands over both of his biceps, she said, "Oh man,
these are nice.  Look how the muscles bulge.  The veins are just popping
right up ... just like your cock, Daddy.  You work out, don'tcha?"
	Her soothing voice and soft caresses were causing him to lose his
strength and she slid farther down his ten-inch shaft.  He closed his eyes
as his knees buckled from the intense pleasure of having his cock in such a
young girl.
	As he eased himself down onto his knees, he felt her hunch her hips
forward to get a little more daddy cock inside her.  Pressing her hands to
each of his nipples, she pushed him back.  "Rest your butt on your heels
and lean back."
	Accustomed to taking orders, Geoff complied.
	"I'm gonna throw you such a bang, Daddy," Cindy gasped as she
began an up and down motion on his erection.  "Is that okay, Daddy?"
	"Yeah, baby, fuck Daddy," Geoff gasped, totally into his carnal
pleasures.
	Kneeling over Geoff's inclined crotch, Cindy raised and lowered
her hips.  As she did, she began unbuttoning her blouse.  "Does Daddy
want to see my boobies?" Cindy asked in a quiet little-girl voice.
	"Oh yeah, let Daddy see his little girl's boobs," Geoff panted.
"Your Daddy loves you, you know that, don'tcha?"
	When her blouse was off, Geoff saw she wasn't wearing a bra.
'It's like she truly is prepubescent.'  He thought, 'Her mounds are so
underdeveloped, she could almost be mistaken for a boy--except for that
pussy that's milking my boner!'
	"Oh man!" Tommy groaned from his pinata position, "I'm gonna
cum!"
	Randy jumped up, pointed Tommy's cock down and aimed it at
his mouth.  "You like seeing your sister getting fucked by our daddy,
don'tcha?"
	"Aaagh!   Uungh!  Aaagh!" Tommy grunted as his cock gushed
torrents of cum down Randy's throat.  "Uh huh.  Love it."
	True to her word, once Geoff blasted his load up her pussy, Cindy
rolled off and let Geoff feast.
	"God, that's beautiful," Tommy said, looking down on the pair.
"I've never seen a guy eat her out like that ... with such tenderness and ..."
	"Loving care?" Anita asked.
	"Yeah."
	"I think you need to get down from there," Anita said, suddenly
concerned with how long Tommy had been hanging there.
	"Oh, yeah," Tommy said.  "I lost all feeling in my fingers about the
time Daddy dumped his load up my sister's posthole."
	"Hey, Cindy," Randy said, "you got a nickname.  Posthole!"
	"Yeah, you can take our posts any time you want," Tommy said.
	"Too bad Lance is getting married," Randy said with a devilish grin,
"he gonna miss out on fuckin' our sister, huh?"
	"Maybe we can talk Sharon into allowing him an occasional fuck,"
Geoff said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
	"We gotta be going, sis," Tommy said.
	"After you and Randy fuck me.  Then we can go."
	"He ain't company no more," Randy said, "I get to go first."
	Cindy spread her legs and held out her arms.  "Come here little
brother."
	"Hey! I may be younger, but I ain't little.  I'm bigger'n Tommy!"
	"Yes you are," Cindy said appreciatively.  "Fuck me good and
leave me all warm and moist for Tommy, okay?"
	"You got it, sis," Randy said as he threw her his best brother bang.
	When Randy was done and Tommy satisfied yet another cum, the
two of them left.  During dinner that night, Lance ate with his left hand
and nursed a hard-on with his right hand--under the table--while they told
him about the afternoon's delights.
	"You fucked Cindy without being forced to do it?" Lance asked.
	"I guess I got caught up in the moment.  Besides, I was using Dad's
cum as lube.  That helped a lot to keep me hard."
	Both Geoff and Lance smiled proudly at Randy's promising
heterosexual effort.
	The next morning, as promised, Randy woke Lance up--the morning of
his wedding--with a good-morning blowjob.  He sniffed his brother's crotch
for telltale smells of bachelor party pussy first.  To his delight, there
was only Lance's normal sweaty groin odor.
	Holding Randy's head in place, Lance fucked up into his little
brother's throat.  "Gonna fuck your face good, boy, so you'll never
forget this fuck.  Want you to remember my cock 'til the day you die."
	"Mmm mumm," Randy grunted from the unexpected assault.
	"Feed you so fuckin' much cum you won't eat for a week."
	"Mmmm."
	"Gonna prime my pump in your mouth so my wife doesn't overflow
when I pop her cherry."
	"Aaagh," Randy grunted, loving the unexpected verbal litany.
	"Suck me good, baby brother.  I want you to eat so fuckin' much
cum you'll be able to taste me for the rest of the year."
	Randy groaned as he reached for his own hard-on.
	Lance smiled evilly.  "Sharon told me she commanded you not to
cum today until she tells you to."
	Without releasing Lance's cock from his mouth, Randy groaned in
dismay, thinking he might, somehow, get away with an "accidental" spurt.
	"She told me to tell her if you do."
	After another guttural groan, Randy released himself.
	"Keep suckin' baby.  This is the last mouthful of cum you'll get
from me until after Sharon gets pregnant."
	Randy gripped Lance's hips and rolled him over until he was on
top in the push up position.
	"Oh, you want ME to do all the work, huh?  Well, get ready cuz
it's gonna be brutal."  Lance had watched his dad pound Randy's throat
like a pile driver a week or so earlier, so he knew he wouldn't hurt him.
Somehow, Randy had a way of opening his throat and just taking anything
that invaded it.  On the outstroke, however, he could suck the head
right off your dick.  "Jesus, little bro, you could suck chrome off a
trailer hitch!"
	"Mmmm."
	With powerful down strokes, Lance battered Randy's tonsils.  His
balls flopped around so wildly it sounded like he was snapping his
fingers every time they made contact with Randy's chin.  As he felt his
nuts begin to boil over, he plunged in balls deep.  "God!  It feels like
I'm plunging right into your fuckin' stomach!"
	"Mmmm."
	"Suck it up, little brother.  Here it comes."
	Geoff stuck his head in the doorways and said, "You better get a
move on.  You're gettin' married in less than three hours."
	"Suck it, Angel.  Suck my juice out good."  Then Lance unloaded
what felt like a cupful of cum down his brother's throat.
	"Awh, shit," Geoff whined, "look what you've done.  Now I'm gonna
have to get a nutt off, too."
	"Sloppy seconds are good, Dad." Lance said, reluctantly pulling
his cock out of his little brother's mouth.  "Damn I'm gonna miss that
mouth."
	"I'll keep you informed on how sweet it is," Geoff prodded as he
crawled on Lance's bed and fed his youngest son his cock.  "Give me some
good lovin' before the wedding, boy."
	"Don't abuse him, he's gotta be a bridesmaid, later," Lance said.
	"Maid of Honor," Geoff corrected because his son couldn't.
	"Shower time," Lance said.  "Can't go to my own wedding smelling
like cocksucker spit."
	"Fuck you," Randy mumbled around the fat piece of meat in his
mouth.
	"You wish," Lance said, using both hands to spread his ass
cheeks just before leaving the room.
	After Lance left, Geoff said, "You don't have to do this if you
don't want to."
	"Wanna," Randy mumbled.
	"But you've got the wedding.  I don't want your mouth all red
and puffy from abuse."
	"Makeup will hide it."
	Geoff squirted just about the same time he heard Lance turn off
the shower.  "C'mon kid, your mom's gotta take you over to the hall so
you can get dressed."
	When Randy got to the roller rink, Trevor, her twenty-six-year-
old brother, pulled Randy into one of the side rooms.
	"Got you some panties from Wings and Strings," Devon said.
	"I thought that place sold Kotex and maxi pads."
	Chuckling, Trevor said, "I can see why you'd think so but, no,
they sell water wings, string bikinis and swim stuff like that."
	"Oh.  Well, thanks 'cuz I promised Sharon I'd come up with
something to keep my pecker from poking out in the front of my dress ...
and I couldn't think of anything."
	"Sharon wasn't about to leave anything to chance.  You know
that."
	"I know," Randy said, as he examined the elastic front panel of
the panties, "but she shouldn't have had to worry about me. I let her
down and now I feel like shit."
	"She didn't worry about you.  She had me do that for her.  That
panel will hold you down in front.  I've tried 'em out and they work
like women's latex girdles back in the old days."
	"You tried, 'em on?  Just knowin' you've worn 'em will make me
get a boner."
	"Wear 'em in good health.  I gotta go meet the others and get
dressed up in my monkey suit."
	The rest of the morning involved getting everyone to the
assembly hall--aka the renovated roller rink--where the ceremony was
being held.  Everyone agreed it would be best for the men in the wedding
party to change at the hall so there wouldn't be any unseemly trouser
wrinkles or armpit stains.
	Their changing room was where people used to rent their roller
skates, which came in all sizes with a choice of black or white.  Boys,
like a young Lance, only made the mistake of asking for white ones once--
white was reserved for the girls. The room still smelled of ball bearing
grease.
	The bridesmaids and Randy got ready in the "prep room" next to the
kitchen.  That was the only place with enough counter space for the makeup,
hair curlers, nail polish and other assorted beauty products the girls
needed to transform themselves into runners-up to the beauty queen of the
day--Sharon.  Once Randy was dressed, coiffed and made up, all the girls
gushed over how natural he looked as a girl.
	Sharon's Mom, Grace Campbell, came in and went over the list of
who goes first, what each one was expected to do and who stood where. The
bridesmaids, all lifelong friends of the family, lovingly referred to her
as "The Grace of God."  Although they had been over it a dozen times and
had a rehearsal two days earlier, they all listened politely.
	When Geoff was sure the groomsmen were all there and getting
dressed, he knocked on the door and let himself in.
	"Hi, Dad," Lance said nervously.
	"Hi, guys," Geoff said, acknowledging Sharon's brothers.  "Hi,
son.  How you holdin' up?  Okay?"
	"Haven't puked yet," Lance smiled.
	"Well, Sharon asked me to give each of you groomsmen a gift to
wear today."
	"Oh fuck," Trevor swore like he regretted Geoff's announcement.
	"What's the matter?" Lance asked Trevor.
	"Drop trou, boys," Geoff said.  "She wants you to wear these."
He held up a pair of finely woven black mesh boxer shorts.
	Once Trevor pulled his pair on, the other guys realized they were
also "see through."
	"Oh, by the way," Geoff said, "no shirts.  She wants you all
bare-chested.  Just the bow tie, the swallow-tailed jackets, black socks
and shoes."
	"And pants," Lance added, like his father had forgotten to
include that little fact.
	"And NO pants.  Just the gift shorts," Geoff smirked.
	"I knew she'd do something like this," Sharon's twenty-one-
year-old brother Evyn said as he slipped his bridal gift on over his
growing erection.
	"If it makes you feel any better, you look hot," Lance offered.
"And that's coming from a straight man."
	"Easy for you to say," Trevor said, "You're gonna be wearing
trousers."
	"Well  ... " Geoff said, "That's the other thing.  Lance, Sharon
want you to drop trou, too."
	Rolling his eyes, Lance said, "Where's my underdrawers?"
	"Actually, you're gonna be wearing this."  Geoff held up a skimpy
black-sequined jockstrap.
	After Lance changed, his future brothers-in-law groomsmen hooted
and hollered when they saw the cut of the swallow-tailed tuxedo jacket
not only exposed but also "framed" his butt crack beautifully.  Then he
saw his dad's smirk--the one he'd been seeing for the last week or so.
"You fucker!  You knew about this all along, didn't you?  That's what all
those sly smirks were about ... not about Randy!"
	"Yep.  Best kept secret of the century," Geoff said.
	"She's not planning to fuck with Randy, is she?  It would kill
him," Lance asked more concerned for Randy's mental stability than his own
well-being.
	"No, I don't think so.  She knows how fragile he is."
	"Except when he's on his knees," Trevor said with a knowing smile.
	"I gotta go," Geoff said.  "You guys keep Lance talking so he
doesn't have a chance to get cold feet."
	"Cold cheeks, maybe," Sharon's fun-loving twenty-four-year-old
brother Caleb said, swatting Lance's bare butt--but not hard enough to
leave a hand print.
	A few minutes later the music started which meant the ushers were
needed to escort the mothers of the bride and groom to their seats.  None
of the guests seemed stunned to see the brothers wearing see-through boxers
except the few Wilson guests--most of whom had been forewarned there would
be some "surprises."
	Following that, Lance, his best man, Trevor, and his other brothers
-in-law took their places near the nuptial arbor.  Sharon and Lance agreed
they didn't need the traditional altar, so they went with the more Celtic
option of a floral arch.
	The flower girls came down the aisle, tossing individual white,
lotus flower petals.  The older one was doing it the normal underhand toss
while the younger one was throwing them like she was the star pitcher of
the softball team.
	Tanner and Trent, the three- and five-year-old ring bearers,
were adorable in their pint-sized kilts.  Portraying a his-and-her duo--
for the dual ring ceremony--they even had plastic knives, known as a 'skean
dhu', stuck in their socks for the full Scottish ensemble effect.
	Then the bridesmaids entered wearing their burgundy 1920's slinky-
style gowns, followed by the Maid of Honor in the lighter lilac hue.  The
satin material swished quietly as Randy glided down the aisle.
	To the strains of "Here comes the Bride," Major Campbell escorted
his only daughter down the aisle.  He was already tearing up.  Sharon was
too nervous to feel anything but numb.
	Not so, the guests.  Most of them had seen Major Campbell in full
Scottish regalia, so his kilt didn't detract from the bride--especially
since Tanner and Trent had worn theirs down the aisle moments earlier.
The bride, however, was radiant in white.  An Egyptian white lotus flower
was woven into the right side of her braided apple blossom tiara.
	The lotus flower, according to the bulletin handed out to each
guest by the ushers, represented peace and spiritual beauty and implied
that the true nature of ones mind is pure.
	The skirt of her gown was a slender pyramid in shape, accentuating
Sharon's narrow waist.  The only decoration on the otherwise plain gown was
a single three-inch wide panel of open-weave lace dropping down the front,
from navel to the hem.  The bodice was also open-weave lace, making it
obvious to everyone that Sharon wasn't wearing a bra or panties--because the
color of her lips matched the areoles of her nipples and her diamond-shaped
pubes were also visible.
	Reverend Flowers went through the normal nuptials of: "We are
gathered here ..." and "Does anyone object ...?" and "Who gives this
bride ...?"  Then, in an unusual move on the part of a minister, Reverend
Flowers stepped to one side, standing almost next to Randy.
	Anita moved into the space vacated by the Reverend like Sharon had
pre-arranged and recited HER question.  "Do you, Sharon, take my husband,
Geoff, to be your unlawfully wedded Father-in-Law and to allow him to be
your husband's stand-in during times of sexual need?"
	"I do."
	Then, Geoff replaced Anita and asked, "Do you, Sharon, take my
wife, Anita, as your unlawfully wedded Mother-in-Law and promise to help
her sexually in her times of need?"
	"I do."
	Lance, holding both of Sharon's hands in his, asked, "Do you,
Sharon, take my brother Randy to be your unlawfully-wedded Brother-in-Law,
to love the little cocksucker in sickness and in health, to let him suck,
fuck and be fucked by his dad and me and allow him to suck, fuck and be
fucked by your dad and your brothers?"
	"I do."
	Randy, still holding Sharon's bridal bouquet, stepped in place
between and behind the bride and groom and facing the congregation, to
ask,  "Do you, Sharon, take my brother Lance," then with dreamy-eyed
adoration he added, "my archangel, to be your lawfully wedded husband,
in good times and bad and promise to share him with Mom, Dad and me as
often as possible?"
	"I do, Squirt," Sharon said.
	Then Sharon's mom, Grace, stepped up.  She asked, "Do you, Lance,
take my daughter Sharon as your lawfully wedded wife, to honor and cherish
her always, to share her--once you have deflowered her--with her father and
her brothers?"
	"I will."
	Sharon's Dad and oldest brother came forward individually and
asked similarly expressed covenants of Lance, to which he replied, "I
will."  In essence, he agreed to sexually share Anita and Geoff with his
new Mother-in-Law and to share Randy and himself with his Father-in-Law
and Brothers-in-Law.
	Then it was Sharon's turn.  She stood at an angle toward the
congregation of well-wishers, consisting mostly of her extended family
and their sexually close friends.  "Do you, the Wilson family, and you, the
Campbell clan, take this solemn occasion to agree that only my husband
will deflower me, that only my husband can fuck me until we produce our
first child and that no one will fuck me until my new brother-in-law,
Randy, can inseminate me and I produce a second offspring?"
	Randy looked at Lance in fear but was relieved to see a broad
smile on his brother's face.  'The fucker set me up!' Randy thought.
'He's arranged it so I can have children without having to  ...  fuck
anyone.'  By Sharon using the clinical word 'inseminate,' Randy knew she
would allow him to opt for the artificial method--if he couldn't rise to
the occasion often enough to get her pregnant.  He thought his heart would
burst right then and there.
	He felt his cock lengthen at the thought of having a baby he could
call his own.  Of course, in that thought was a picture of Lance sitting
right next to him as he jacked off into the insemination specimen cup.
In another mental picture all eleven of her brothers would be there, back
slapping him and playing grab ass with his crotch, making lewd comments
about how they always knew he would make a man of himself--one way or
another.  Another mental picture followed that one.  It was the two of
them--Lance and Randy--pacing the floor of the waiting area outside the
delivery room.
	"I hereby pronounce you Husband and Wife," Reverend Flowers said.
	Randy had missed the rest of the ceremony because of his
daydreaming.  'Oh well, I'll catch it on the DVD,' he thought.  He
stepped up to Sharon, gently plucked the lotus blossom off the right side
and tucked it in the left side of her floral tiara.
	"You may kiss the bride," Reverend Flowers said.
	Lance kissed Sharon passionately.  He rubbed his right hand over
her left breast, stimulating the nipple to hardness and feeling it trying
to force its way through the open-weave lace bodice.  Sharon reached in the
left side of the black sequined jockstrap and gripped Lance's cock and
balls working him to erection.  Once he was hard, she pulled his hard-on
out, leaving his balls nestled in the jock.  Then they turned and slowly
paced down the aisle, displaying her prize to all the guests for them to
admire.
	Trevor stepped over to Randy and extended his elbow.  He looked
down at the skirt of Randy's dress and saw it was tenting out obscenely.
He whispered "Didn't you wear the girdle I gave you?"
	"Yeah, but Sharon made me pull my junk outside, anyway.  The
waistband is under my balls."
	"'Nuff said," Trevor said with an all-knowing smile.
	As he escorted Randy down the aisle, he asked, "So, is that from
thinking about me?"
	"Yeah  ...  mostly  ...  but knowing I'm gonna be a dad has a lot
to do with it, too."
	"I bet!" Trevor said enviously.
	"You're sportin' wood, too," Randy said under his breath.  "Those
mesh boxers don't hide a thing."
	The rest of Sharon's brothers escorted the other bridesmaids out.
As they returned to usher the guests out of the ceremonial hall, they got
more than a few seductive smiles followed by salacious stares at their
crotches in the see-through boxers.  The brothers knew some of the women's
husbands--any of those who enjoyed such proclivities--were enjoying a
buttocks view of the guys as they followed their wives out of the hall.
	Since the reception immediately followed the wedding, it was,
pretty much just a matter of herding them into another room.  During the
renovation, the roller rink oval had retained the hardwood floors and
waist-high railings.  The giant, mirrored disco ball that was installed
in the '70s still hung from the ceiling.  The carefully spaced dining
tables were the only thing that modified its original appearance.
	While they waited, the guests were served wine.  Sharon knew her
clan liked their beer and whiskey so she arranged for only wine to be
served until after the photo taking and subsequent meal.
	The wedding party returned to the ceremonial hall for the photo
shoot.  All the usual photos were staged first--Bride/Groom, Bride's
parents, Groom's parents and so forth.  Then, the bride dismissed the
minister, figuring he would become uncomfortable with the rest of the photo
shoot.  She knew he was open-minded enough to allow for their unorthodox
vows but she wasn't sure about the unorthodox pictures she had planned.
	Sharon had everyone undress--except for the photographer.  The
groomsmen kept their burgundy bowties on.  Sharon retained her veil--folded
back and away from her face.  That way, anyone looking at the
photos years later would be reminded that they were from a wedding.  She
wanted this series of photos to be a visual reminder of the family's
earlier unorthodox vows.  The Major and the two ring bearers kept their
plaid shoulder-to-waist sashes, and their shoes and socks--including their
skean dhu.
	His new bride positioned Lance on his knees with his face in
front of Grace's pussy.  Lance stuck out his tongue but deliberately
didn't make contact, knowing it was a photo shoot, not a lovemaking
session.  He knew, too, that this was Sharon's special day, not his--not
as much, anyway.  The photographer sidestepped around the couple snapping
off shots at several different angles and levels--some high, some low.
	Next, Randy was placed on his knees in front of The Major.
Randy, however, suggested to Sharon that her dad actually lay his cock on
Randy's outstretched tongue.  Randy had to promise to keep his mouth open
so they could see just how big The Major's cock was compared to Randy's
mouth before Sharon agreed.  Although it was only about five and five-
eighths inches long, it was the fattest cock Randy had ever seen.
	After that, Sharon knelt between Geoff and Anita who were facing
her--at a conveniently photogenic angle.  Sharon gripped Geoff's cock as
she waggled her tongue toward Anita's pussy.  Anita had her hips thrust
forward, forcing her pussy mounds to look even more enticing.
	The next photo involved the two sets of in-laws together.  While
Anita was kissing Grace, Geoff was positioned behind Sharon's dad who was
on his hands and knees.  The Major had his tongue in Anita's snatch while
Geoff prepared to butt-fuck him.  Lance and Sharon stood behind the
foursome looking on with approval.
	Since Randy had been sucking all of his new brothers-in-law "by
marriage" while the other photos were being taken, his face was slimy with
pre-cum.  The photographer had been too busy with the other shots to
notice, so he didn't get any shots of that activity.  To be sure he
captured that tidbit of activity for posterity, however, the photographer
asked permission, before taking the pictures, if he could drip some
special photographers' "white glue" on Randy's face to "enhance" the
photo.
	Both Sharon and Randy loved the idea.  While the photographer was
rummaging through his makeup bag for the glue, Caleb, the fun-loving
brother made another suggestion.  Voicing his thoughts, he asked if maybe
they should use some sex lube to make their cocks glisten because the sheen
from Randy's spit was going dull as it dried.  The photographer tossed
Caleb an economy-sized squeeze bottle before Sharon had a chance to
respond.
	So that was how the last series of photos were taken.  It showed
all ten of Sharon's brothers, ranging from age three to twenty-six,
standing in a near-naked semi-circle around Randy.  They all had glistening
hard-ons.  Randy, although his back was to the camera, was kneeling in
front of them, with his face turned over his right shoulder, looking at the
camera.  The side view shot showed the huge smile on his cum/glue-streaked
face.
	Just as the photographer started to begin packing up, Reverend
Flowers strode up.  "Might I be in one of the family photos, too?"
	Sharon whirled around, startled at being caught having near-naked
wedding photos taken.  Then she smiled.
	The good reverend had his black ankle-length cassock unzipped and
his cock tented the knee-length white lace surplice out about eight inches.
	"What's your pleasure?"
	"The boy, of course," Flowers smiled.
	Randy stepped forward.  At the same time, Devon joined him.
	Looking lovingly at Devon, Randy said, "We're a team."
	Reverend Flowers said, "Now that's a team I wouldn't mind
joining, even if I were the last one chosen."
	"How you want 'em posed?" Sharon asked.
	"I've been watching from the doorway and I was imagining one boy
but  ...  uh  ...  how about if I'm blowing one while the other one blows
me?"
	"Blow me!" Devon shouted.
	"I'll blow ya," Randy offered at the same time.  Then with a
chuckle, he added, "See, I told ya we were a team."
	Instead of one photo, Sharon insisted on two.  The first was an
"about to happen" photo.  The second had Reverend Flower's cock--balls
deep--in Randy's mouth and Devon's cock all the way down the reverend's
throat.
	As the trio broke their pose, Sharon said, "You're welcome to
attend the reception.  There will be a lot of suckin' and fuckin' goin'
on."
	"I better not.  I'm pressing my luck, right now, trusting this
photographer won't make copies available on the Internet."
	Eying the reverend's cock, the photographer said, "I'm not into
blackmail but I know one way you can keep me quiet."
	"How's that?" Reverend Flowers asked warily.
	"If you're into adults at all, you could stuff my mouth with that
fat cock of yours."  Then he adjusted his own crotch to let the reverend
know he wouldn't mind a little action, too.
	"I have to admit, boys are my favorite choice but I've never
passed up anyone younger than myself."
	"I'm 24," the photographer lied--by ten years--"but when I shave
my pubes, I look 14."
	The reverend's cock bounced in anticipation.  "Can we use your
place?  This is a little too public for me."
	"Cool your jets, boys," Sharon commanded.  Turning to the
photographer, she said, "You've got a reception to videotape."  Waving a
hand at the wedding party, Sharon said, "C'mon, get dressed, we've got a
reception to host."  Since it didn't involve much effort, the men were
dressed in seconds--a jacket, a pair of black mesh boxers and black socks
were all they wore.  They didn't bother to put their shoes back on.  The
women didn't bother with bras, slips or panties, leaving them in a heap
on the floor.
	The others entered the festivity hall prior to the newlyweds.  The
groomsmen assisted in seating the bridesmaids on one end of the dais and
then sat themselves on the other end. Geoff and Anita sat at a private
table in front of where the bride would soon be seated while The Major and
Grace sat at their table in front of where their new son-in-law would sit.
Tommy, the Maid of Honor's only invitee--by choice--sat with Geoff and
Anita.
	While the rest of the bridal party was getting themselves seated,
Lance and his bride stood patiently out in the hallway.
	Lance said nervously, "After all the curves you've thrown me today
with the black mesh boxers and the sequined jockstrap and all, I'm almost
afraid to THINK about what you have planned for the reception."
	"Or planned for the rest of your life," Sharon said evilly but
with a smile.
	"In or out?" Lance asked as he looked down at his jockstrap
before entering the reception hall.
	"You can tuck it in for now.  Don't want the old ladies fainting
from anticipation."
	'Anticipation?' Lance thought.  'After that little remark about
having surprises for me for the rest of my life, I'm the one full of
anticipation.'
	Once Lance's best man, Sharon's brother Trevor, was in place on
the dais, he announced to the guests, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have the
enormous pleasure of presenting to you our bride and groom, Mr. and Mrs.
Lance and Sharon Wilson."  The word "our" expressed a more obvious
meaning to Sharon's family than the subtle meaning it had for Lance's
friends.
	The crowd applauded respectfully as the bride and groom took
their places on the dais.

To be continued.

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