Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 14:14:39 -0400
From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com>
Subject: Sharin 13

Sharin'
Chapter Thirteen Arguments and Appeasements

	The kiddie pool with a thin layer of milk-white sand was
suddenly the center of attention.
	"How many lads let go during The Baby Elephant Walk song?"
The Major queried the crowd.
	Six guys raised their hands--two of them reluctantly.
	"Raise your hand," Randy insisted, jabbing Toby in the side
with his elbow.
	"No way!  I blew ya!" Toby begged.  "I don't have to raise
my hand."
	"But you let go and that was the question!"
	"I ain't gonna do it," Toby argued in a whisper.
	"Okay!" The Major boomed.  "You six go stand in the litter
box."
	"But you're really gonna wanna get in on this," Randy said
persuasively.
	Toby wasn't persuaded.
	Once the six men were standing in the pool, The Major said,
"Can you guys get on your knees and face the outside rim?  You might
need to cross your ankles over each others to make enough room in the
center."  After a minute to allow them to get situated, he said,
"Ladies first!"
	Women of all ages stepped forward and took turns spraying pee
on the guys kneeling in the litter box.
	"Since you lads can aim your piss better than the lassies,
any of you who can't hold your liquor can start pissin' on the guys'
backs and asses."
	"Oh man!  That's gross!" Toby groaned.
	"Yeah," Randy said, "so gross your pecker's about to blow a
gasket!"
	Toby looked down at his hardon in astonishment--like it
belonged to someone else.
	While the litter box diversion was going on, Lance said,
"Sharon?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Is it true a wedding ceremony and the subsequent reception
have direct corollaries to how long the wedding preparations take?"
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"The way I heard it, the longer it takes to plan a wedding,
the longer the wedding and reception takes."
	"Okay," Sharon said with a smile, "so what's your point?"
	"Some weddings take over a year to plan.  Yours ... ours ...
took less than four months."
	"So far, I agree."
	"Well, how come this celebration is lasting longer than it
took to plan it?"
	"Are you bored?" Sharon asked, looking around at all the
naked bodies bleeding enthusiasm--and squirt bottle juices.
	"No, I just want to get home and make love to my bride."
	"We did that on the table, already."
	"We had sex on the table.  What I'm talking about is ..."
	Kissing Lance to shut him up, she said, "I have a bigger family
than most.  I guess that's why it's taking so long.  But if it makes a
difference, I want to be alone with you, too."
	"Then why can't we go?  It looks like all these people are more
than capable of carrying this party to the extreme ... without our
help."
	"Lance, you have been so patient with me, just hold on a little
longer."
	"Patient?  I've given you everything you've asked of me.  I've
allowed you to humiliate me in front of my family ... and now, in front
of your extended family and friends.  I've allowed you to corrupt my
little brother.  I let you talk me into fucking my mom, I even sucked my
dad and brother for you ... well ... kinda sucked 'em."
	"You're absolutely right, except ..." Sharon said wondering if
her wedding reception was the best place to have their first
wedded-bliss argument.  Choosing not to point out that Lance WANTED to
fuck his mother, she wisely decided to say, "If you let me finish out
the rest of the reception, I'll give in to any one demand you make of me
now or in the future."  Seeing that Lance wasn't caving this time,
Sharon upped the ante.  "Any three demands."
	Knowing he would eventually give in to Sharon, with or without
the free demands, Lance broodingly gave in.  While Sharon flew off to
emcee a new game, Lance thought, 'If I'd have accepted her offer of
"one" demand, I would have died having never redeemed it because I would
have always wondered if I'd need that demand at some later date.
Actually, I only hesitated because I couldn't make up my mind.  I guess
she must have taken my silence as defiance.  Oh well, it worked to my
advantage ... this time.'
	"Okay, waiters, bring out the bags," the
Major commanded, not really needing the microphone to be heard.
	A large pastry cart, used for elaborate displays, was wheeled
out from the kitchen by those members of the wait staff that chose not
to join in the naked frivolities.  On it, in neat columns and rows and
divided four to a group, were ordinary brown, paper lunch bags folded
once at the top.
	"At most weddings, there's a money tree for those close friends
and relatives who just couldn't bring themselves to insult the bride and
groom with commercial presents--or by possibly buying them a duplicate
gift" The Major said.  Then, more gruffly, he added, "or even bother to
check the registry that we so carefully set up to overcome such difficult
decision-making processes."
	His father-in-law's pronouncement caused Lance to look at the
gift table.  It was only then that he realized there were very few
presents compared to the number of attendees.
	There was a lot of modest chuckles and embarrassed throat
clearing.
	"We, however, are going to offer you some redemption.
In each bag is a pair of shoes--YOUR shoes.  Tape your money envelopes
to one of the bags.  If your name isn't on the outside of the envelope,
write your name on the bag.  Then take a seat."
	Men searched through the pile of discarded clothes for their
suit jackets, women went back to the tables where they were originally
seated to search for their purses.  The waiters tore off bits of tape
and handed it to each envelope gift giver.
	The process took so long that Lance finally realized EVERYone
was attaching a card--even if they had brought a boxed gift, too.  He
thought wearily but intrigued, nonetheless, 'It must be the Campbell
Clan does something similar at all their weddings.'
	After all the bags had an envelope on them, the Major said,
"Okay, everyone, take a seat."
	Sharon waved Lance over indicating he should stand next to her.
He was wearing only his bow tie and sequined jockstrap.  Her white corset
displayed her tits and pussy to their best advantage.  With instructions
from Grace, the mother of the bride, Randy walked up with the obligatory
steno pad to record the gift giver's name.  Grace had told him to just
list the names under the heading "Envelopes."
	Picking up the first bag, Sharon said to Lance, "Put out your
left hand, you get to hold the bag."
	"Don't the guys always get stuck holding the bag?" Lance
grumbled.  He thought he said it 'under his breath' but his comment was
rewarded with a round of laughter from the men in the crowd.  He hadn't
meant for it to be funny but he warmed to the accolades.
	After Sharon announced the name and Randy recorded it, the gift
giver was urged to step forward.  Sharon didn't open the envelope or
count the money because she knew there might not be any money in it
because there was a gift from them on the table.
	The gift giver, a middle-aged man, came up, shook Lance's hand
and kissed the bride accompanied by the quiet but obligatory, "Best
wishes" and "Congratulations."
	Turning to Lance, Sharon reached in the bag and pulled out a
pair of shoes.  "Okay, we have a pair of baby blue pumps here.  Who do
these belong to?"
	"What size are they, honey?" one buxom woman asked.
	"Size six," Sharon announced.
	"Not mine," she quipped, raising a rather large foot for the
crowd to admire.
	"Oh dear me, those might be mine," a purple-haired granny said.
	"Well, here's your date.  Come and get him."
	The man shook his head and whispered, "Just my luck.  It
couldn't have been the one with the big boobs."
	The granny traded a handshake with Lance for a kiss before
kissing the bride on the cheek.  After the two walked away Sharon read
another name.
	Lance realized this was a modified version of the traditional
"receiving line."
	Again, it was a man, only this time, when she pulled out the
shoes, they were men's loafers.  "Size eleven, double E, Sharon
announced.  "The tassels tell me he either plays golf or he's queer."
	Everyone laughed except the gift giver.  He knew his "date" was
going to be a guy.
	Since there were a few more women in attendance than men--as it
is with most weddings, that male/male combination was a rarity.
Usually, it would be a female/female pair-up.  Strangely enough, there
were a few men who married into the Campbell Clan who still felt
uncomfortable at naked family functions, so they usually tried to get
out of such functions.
	"Well," a brawny lumberjack-sized man said, as he stepped
forward with a huge grin, "I can assure you, I've never been on a golf
course."
	As people laughed, the gift giver blushed.
	"But I've never been accused of missing a hole-in-one, either,"
Brawny assured the crowd.
	Even the gift giver chuckled, knowing it was all in good fun.
He knew he was expected to perform--something--in public, as mock
penance for not buying an actual wedding present.  He just hoped Brawny
would cut him some slack.
	At one point, in the "shoe game," the footwear came up that
belonged to the middle-aged man who got the purple-haired granny.  The
card attached belonged to a thirteen-year-old cousin of Sharon, named
Wendy.  That's when everyone realized that they were all going to end up
with multiple partners.  The thirteen-year-olds' shoes were in the bag
belonging to the envelope of a very buff, twenty-year-old body-builder
type.
	"That's gonna be one wild scene, so stick around, folks," Sharon
joked as the foursome got together to study strategies.
	The shoe game continued pairing up couples--male/female,
male/male and female/female--until all the sacks were gone.  All the
while, the naked head caterer removed the empty bags once Lance was done
with them.
	As more groups of four formed, they quietly discussed who was
going to do what with whom ... and, no doubt, who refused to do what.
	To everyone's surprise, when it came time for the purple-haired
granny foursome, things got changed up a bit.  Apparently they agreed to
switch so, while thirteen-year-old Wendy went down on the middle-aged
man, granny removed her teeth and began blowing the muscle stud.  Since
neither Sharon nor The Major bothered to ask, the crowd had no
explanation as to why the two men tongue kissed half-way through the
performance.
	As it turned out, Tommy got three women as his playmates.
Beginning his performance, he said, "Since I didn't know I was supposed
to bring a gift, uh, I've never been invited to a wedding ..."
	"Well, don't measure ALL weddings by this one," someone called
out and the crowd guffawed.
	Apologetically, Tommy said, "I don't have a lot of money ... and,
besides, the bride and groom knew they weren't gettin' a present from me
but after all this stuff started, I decided to composed a song for 'em.
But since I don't have a musical instrument, I'll have to have these
three beautiful ladies hum the tune."
	The women were arranged in a straight line on their knees.  As
Tommy sang the first line of 'Here comes the bride,' using his new
wording, he stuck his hard-on in the mouth of the first lady, she hummed
the first line along with him.  When he moved to the second lady, for her
to suck and hum, he sang the second line.  Then he moved on to the third.
For the fourth and fifth lines, he returned to the second and then the
first of his playmates.
			[lady one]
		Here comes the bride / All dressed in white
			[lady two]
		She wed a groom / who ain't all that bright!
			[lady three]
		Here comes the groom / all dressed in black
			[lady two]
		Cock like a broom / so she'll cut him some slack!
			[lady one]
		When they make love / Angels take flight
	Everyone was atwitter.  Some were startled by the operatic
quality to Tommy's voice.  Others were amazed by his ability to create
song lyrics 'on demand.'
	"Sorry, that's all I had time to do," Tommy apologized
bashfully.
	Each of his playmates hugged and kissed him like he was their
own son or grandson before leaving 'center stage.'
	Unknown to Sharon or Lance, The Major had bought three trophies
with 'copulating couples' as the adornment.  Apparently, in the
military, one can get anything, whether it's available Stateside or
not.  One plaque indicated it was for the "most humorous" performance.
Another was for the "most bizarre" while the third was for the "most
erotic."
	By applause, the purple-haired granny who teamed with the
thirteen-year-old and the body builder won the most bizarre.  The most
humorous was won, without prejudice, by Tommy and his three playmates.
The most erotic, oddly enough was won by the brawny lumberjack when he
threw his legs in the air for his companion.  Everyone was expecting it
to be the other way around.  It didn't hurt any that they were paired up
with blond buxom twins who performed a lascivious lesbian act after
going down on the two men.  Since they were fourteen-year-old virgins,
they were allowed to refuse any vaginal intercourse.	No one
questioned that fact that one of the twins originally got paired up with
someone else and a swap had occurred.
	"Before we call it a night and let all you good folk get dressed
and go home," The Major said, "is there anything special someone would
like to see or do?"
	'Please, god, no!' Lance thought.  'Please, everyone, just don't
say a word.  Don't burp, fart or giggle or it will just encourage The
Major to prolong this ordeal.'
	"I wouldn't mind seein' them pretty little twins goin' at it
again," someone called out.
	'Asshole!' Lance thought, 'but I guess, if I have to stay ...
that suggestion ranks right up there as one of the best.'
	"What I'd like to see," someone else said.
	'Oh shit!' Lance thought, 'Now he's gonna start taking
requests like a freakin' DJ!'
	"... is two sets of twins makin' out."
	'Well,' Lance thought, 'that certainly tops the other idea.'
	"Do we have another set of twins here tonight?" The Major asked.
	Hearing no response, Lance thought 'Thank god!  I can take my
bride to our honeymoon suite and this nightmare will be over.'
	Hearing no response, Chad, the head caterer who had joined the
squirt and lick portion of the evening, said hesitantly, "Sir, I have a
twin.  He could be here in less than ten minutes.  He was gonna pick me
up after work anyway."
	"Sounds like a plan," The Major agreed.
	'It's like The Major doesn't want to let his daughter go,' Lance
thought.  Then, 'I was thinking of two sets of female twins, but I guess
a matching pair will be erotic ... especially since Chad's a nice
looking guy.'
	"You can spend the time sorting out your clothes, coats, purses
and whatever.  Don't get dressed though.  Wouldn't want the new kid to
feel uneasy."
	"Brad," Chad said, "his name is Brad."
	The guests picked through the pile of clothing looking for their
own, like they were at a rummage sale.  Shortly after the pile had been
picked through, they heard the front door to the renovated roller rink
slam shut.  All eyes watched the hallway door that led into the reception
room--the same doorway the bride and groom had entered through when they
were announced.
	"Hi, Brad," everyone yelled as Brad appeared.
	Brad jumped from fright but Chad was nearby to grab his arm--to
keep him from running away.
	"Whatcha doin' nekkid?" Brad whispered, like he hoped the others
in the room wouldn't notice his brother's nakedness.  Then, looking around
at the sea of drooping breasts and dangling cocks, he whispered, "Why
are all them nekkid?"
	"I'll tell ya all about it later.  Dude, you're so gonna wish
you had worked tonight instead of bailing on me."
	"Wha ...?
	"Get undressed."
	"Nuh ungh."
	"See those blond twins over there?"
	"Yeah."
	"They're ours for the taking.  Get undressed."
	"Nuh ungh."
	"We can't fuck 'em, they're virgins, but we can do most anything
else."
	"Hi, I'm Sharon.  I'm the bride."
	Lance came up behind Sharon and said, "I'm the groom."
	"You're pretty," Brad said, his eyes bouncing between Sharon's
tits and her exposed pussy--never once looking at her face.
	"Thanks," Sharon and Lance said together.
	Lance said, "What!  I was the last one to speak!  I thought he
was talking to me."
	Brad blushed as he asked Chad, "Do I get to kiss the bride?"
	"Sure."
	Brad grinned.
	Lance thought, 'This guy's played too many football games
without a helmet.'
	"But only below the waist," Chad clarified.
	Sharon and Lance smirked.
	"Kewl!" Brad said.
	"But ... uh ... you have to kiss the head of the groom's dick
first.  It's ... uh ... it's traditional."
	"No way!  Really?" Brad whined.
	"But it will be so worth it, bro," Chad said, jerking his head
in the direction of the twins.
	Absentmindedly licking his lips as his eyes darted from Sharon's
pussy to the twins and back again, Brad said, "Yeah, I can see that."
	"And then you get to make out with the twins." Chad said
encouragingly.
	"But first, you have to strip" Sharon said.
	"But ..."
	"It's not like we haven't seen you naked," Sharon said.
	"Huh?" Brad asked, confused.
	"Dude, we're twins!  They've seen my dick so it's the same as
seeing YOUR dick, too.  Get undressed."
	After Chad helped get Brad's clothes off him, he said, "Kneel
and kiss the groom."
	"Do I hafta?"
	"See those twins."
	Lance pulled his dick out of the sequined pouch for Brad to give
it a quick peck.
	With a grimace, Brad kissed Lance's glistening cockhead.
	"Now, the bride," Chad said.
	Brad took a lot longer to kiss the bride, snaking his tongue
deep into her newly popped cherry hole.  If he had known there were four
loads of groom cum up there, he might not have spent as much time down
there.
	"Enough," Chad said, standing behind his brother's back and,
while smiling wickedly, pointed at Brad's erection.
	Picking up on a thread of a vibe from Chad, Sharon said, "Go
stand up there by the dais and start making out.  We'll send the girls
over in a minute."
	"Make out with who?" Brad asked, seeing the mothers of the bride
and groom sitting at different tables.  With them were their burly
husbands that looked like either one could snap the twins into
quadruplets.
	"Each other, until the girls get there," Sharon said.
	"We don't do that," Brad said, bashfully.
	"Well, you won't be able to say that after tonight."  Her tone
made it impossible for Brad to counter with anything.
	To many who gathered around to watch, the boys' naive attempt
was more of a turn-on than if they were porn stars.  Something about the
awkward fumbling reminded them of their own first attempts at sex.
	"French kiss," someone suggested.
	It looked like Chad was kissing a mirror.
	"Grope each other," someone said, encouraging the boys to become
bolder.
	"Open those butt cheeks so we can see some 'tain't," some old
codger shouted.
	About then, the fourteen-year-old blond twins came over.  They
kissed each other before kissing Chad and Brad.  After they felt each
other up, the girls switched brothers.  It was electrifying from that
point on.  It was like the Alpha-male had found his submissive female
while the Alpha-female had found her submissive male--Brad.
	She and Chad then began ordering the siblings around.
	"Suck my dick, bitch," Chad grunted.
	"Eat my pussy," Alpha-female ordered.
	Brad willingly agreed.
	Almost as if it were planned, the two Alphas said, "Switch."
	Brad was surprised when he came face-to-cock with his brother.
	"Do me, little brother."
	"Do me, little sister."
	The blond had apparently done it before because she went right
down on her sister--after all, they WERE part of the Campbell Clan.
	Brad on the other hand, hesitated.  "Do it," Chad commanded.
	Everyone chanted, "Do it, do it, do it."
	Brad looked up at Lance for a reprieve.
	"I've had to do it, too," Lance said remorsefully.  "That and
worse."
	Brad touched his tongue to his brother's cock head.
	Using sweetness to get his brother to co-operate, Chad
encouraged, "All the way.  The whole thing."  Chad knew if he could get
his brother to blow him here, in public, his foray into domination
would come sooner rather than later.  He was sure of that.
	Closing his eyes, Brad engulfed as much as he could without
gagging, thinking, 'If I can't see it, then it's not really there.  I'm
not really doing this.'
	While Brad was holding his brother's dick in his mouth--since he
wasn't really sucking it--Chad kissed his blond counterpart.
	The fourteen-to-nineteen-year-old age difference was not lost on
the crowd as they encouraged the young alpha stud.
	Whoops and hollers concluded their performance, mercifully
allowing Brad to get off his knees.  Both blonds sucked on his dick,
making a point to thank him for participating.  Chad made arrangements
for the four of them to go out on a date. It went easier than he thought
it would be because Alpha-female turned to the man standing behind her
and asked if it would be okay.
	Chad just about fainted when he realized he had been making
out--naked--with the man's naked daughter, right in front of him.
	"Stop by the house and we'll go over the rules," the dad said.
"And make sure Brad comes in with you ... if you know what I mean."
	Chad watched the father's cock bounce when he said 'Brad.'
	Just then, Tommy came up to tell Lance he was going home with
Anita and Geoff and he'd see him back at the house.
	"I won't be using MY bed tonight," Lance said, "so you can sleep
in my bed."
	"I won't need it," Tommy said.  "I'm sleeping in the king-sized
bed, tonight."
	"You sly little motherfucker," Lance high-fived.
	"Hopefully, a fatherfucker, too," Tommy said with a lascivious
grin.
	Lance reminded him he would be in the honeymoon suite until
checkout time and then he would be home--with his new bride.
	It took far longer than Lance wanted for the crowd to disperse
and the family and guest to leave.  When he and Sharon got in the back
seat of the limo and Trevor, as best man and designated driver, pulled
out of the roller rink parking lot, Lance breathed a deep sigh.
'Finally!  We're alone!' he thought.
	About a block down the street, horns started honking, car lights
all up and down the street glared on and the "Just Married" parade of
cars began.  The Best Man drove around town for almost an hour before he
pulled up to the valet parking spot at the hotel.  Each car tooted a
final farewell before they drove away.	Sharon and Lance threw on
topcoats Trevor had thoughtfully stowed up front for them--to cover
their near nakedness.  Before getting out, Lance leaned over and
whispered to Trevor.
	"Will do, boss," Trevor said with a smirk.
	They thanked Trevor and started to head inside.  "What was that
all about?" Sharon asked as they approached the check-in counter.
	"I told him to wait till tomorrow for his tip."
	"Mr. and Mrs. Lance Wilson," Sharon announced to the desk clerk
whose name tag read 'Brittany.'
	Handing a bellhop the Bridal Suite key card she said, "You're
pre-registered and all set to go."
	As the bellhop walked over to call the elevator, Lance opened
his coat and said, "No, we're all set to cum."
	Sharon opened HER coat,
which revealed far more genitalia than Lance's pouch, and said, "We're
the newlyweds!"
	Brittany gulped when she saw Lance's monstrous sequined
mound but audibly gasped when she saw Sharon's shaved pussy.  Then the
heart and diamond pubic patches caught her eye.  "I guess you are!" was
all she could say.
	The bellhop escorted them to their room and after opening the
door he said, "Your mother dropped off a suitcase and makeup kit ... for
in the morning.  They're in the main closet."  Then he showed them how
to turn on the air or heat, as needed.  Following that, he offered to
uncork the champagne for them.
	"Thank you," Lance said and, again opening his coat, he said,
"Sorry, no wallet."
	"Me neither," Sharon said, opening her coat.
	"A more than adequate tip," the bellhop said amiably admiring
Sharon's displayed tits and cunt as he popped the cork the proper way,
with just a slight 'fssst.'  Bowing, he instinctively tapped his crotch,
like a man nonchalantly checking his zipper.  As he left, he felt a
sight plumpness that wasn't there before.
	"Sharon, I want to apologize for our ... MY ... little quarrel
earlier tonight.  I neglected to remember that a wedding is all about
the bride."
	"No, it's about you, too," Sharon consoled.
	"I'm not a fool, we both know it's about the bride ... so, with
that thought in mind I want to ask you one huge favor.  I'll forego
those other two free demands you offered, if you'll just grant me this
one wish."
	"What?"
	"Still, I know ... uh ... you said you want the first
child by me ... and you might be pregnant, even as we speak but ..."
	Rubbing her belly wistfully, Sharon asked, "But what?"
	"I want Randy to fuck you, too."
	"Me, too.  We already agreed to that.  It was in the vows,
weren't you listening?"
	"I mean tonight ... on our wedding night."
	"Why?"
	"I don't want our marriage ... our kids ... to be 'yours, mine
and his,' so to speak.  I don't want the first one to be Lance's and the
second one Randy's ... or even the third one Geoff's.  I want the first
one to be ours ... yours, mine and Randy's."
	Sharon got a thoughtful look.
	"I know you know more about how all this incest stuff works than
I do but ... that way, we won't know for sure whose it is.  Yeah,
financially, I'll be responsible but for Squirt's peace of mind, well,
maybe it could be his, too."
	"You think he'd go along with it?  Fucking me, I mean?" Sharon
said.
	"I think I can convince him.  Whaddya say?  If he's willing, are
you?"
	"Hell yeah!"
	"I love you so much," Lance said kissing Sharon passionately.
	 Sharon said sagely, "But you loved Randy first and you've loved
him longer."
	"Guilty," Lance blushed at being so transparent.
	"So call him."
	"Uh ... he's on his way.  That's really what I told Trevor ...
in the limo ... to go pick him up and bring him over here."
	"You were pretty sure of yourself, weren't you, big boy?"
Sharon cooed, enjoying how Lance was beginning to 'grow a pair' and
taking charge of getting the things he wanted in life.
	"Not really.  If you had said no, I was gonna get a room for the
Best Man and Maid of Honor and let them fuck their brain out, too.  They
deserve that much."
	"I'll tell you what," Sharon said.  "We'll do it your way but
after Squirt cums, he goes and sleeps with Trevor.  I want to wake up
with you and only you."
	"Deal," Lance said with a sunshine smile.  "You see, when we
work together, great plans only get better."
	"Call downstairs, get them a room and have them send up some
more champagne."
	While Sharon went to the bathroom to 'freshen up,' Lance made
the call, leaving a couple of added instructions.
	When Trevor and Randy arrived, Trevor was wearing a topcoat over
his see-through underpants.  Randy was in full drag--even if he WAS a
tad disheveled.  Trevor said to the desk clerk, "We're expected in the
Honeymoon Suite."
	"I'll need to see some ID," Brittany said.
	Trevor produced his driver's license.
	"And you?" Brittany said to Randy.
	"Uh ... I'm not old enough to have ID.  He'll vouch for me,"
Randy said, thrusting a decorated fake-nail thumb in Trevor's direction.
	"I was told by our guest in the Honeymoon Suite that all the IDs
have to EQUAL or you can't be admitted."
	It only took a moment before Randy cursed, "He is so dead!"
Nevertheless, he bent down, gathered his skirt and pulled it above his
waist so Brittany could see his pubic patch.  He wished he was wearing a
jock ... or even that Playtex panties but, when he got dressed after the
reception, he didn't think he would need them.
	"I guess you ARE family."  Looking at Trevor, Brittany said,
"Hearts and diamonds equal ...?"
	"Don't look at me!" Trevor said.  "I've still GOT all MY hair.
Then he thought, 'Hell, it's embarrassing enough to be wearing my see-
through underwear!  I'm glad I thought to pack the topcoats.  I just
knew Sharon would pull a stunt like this.'
	Brittany handed Trevor the key card and told him which floor.
	When they got to the Honeymoon Suite, Trevor knocked.
	"Come in," Lance called out.
	Using the key card, he slipped it in the lock and followed Randy
in.
	Sharon was propped up on the bed with her back against the
tufted heart-shaped headboard.
	Lance was lying flat with his balls captured between his thighs
so his erection pointed straight up.
	"You're so dead!" Randy threatened.
	"You might want to listen to what he has to say, first," Sharon
said sweetly.
	A knock on the door startled both Randy and Trevor because they
were standing so close to it.
	"Let him in, please," Lance said.
	"Aren't you gonna cover up?" Randy asked.
	"No," the newlywed duo said.
	Trevor opened the door and the room service cart rolled in,
followed by a handsome food service waiter.
	"Four glasses?" Lance asked.
	"Yes, sir," the waiter said, trying not to look at the two naked
hotel guests.
	"Would you open it for me, please, and by the way, you can look.
I like it when men admire my wife."
	"Angel, strip," Lance said.
	"Say wha?" Randy yelped, looking warily at the waiter.
	"Now!  It's okay, I promise."
	As Randy stripped, the waiter couldn't help but react.
	"This young lady is my brother.  He'll be in the room next
door," Lance said to the waiter.  "Whatever he wants, it's on me."
	"Yes sir," the waiter said, "I'll pass it on to the next shift."
	"This is MY brother," Sharon said.  "He'll be next door, too."
	"His tab is on me, too," Lance said.
	Trevor's eyes widened in surprise, thankful his sister didn't
ask him to remove his topcoat.  His boner would have been an
embarrassment.
	Once the waiter served the champagne, he handed Trevor the key
to the room next door.  "Sorry there's no connecting door, sir.  Uh, not
many newlyweds bring ... an entourage.  Please have an enjoyable evening
sirs ... and madam."  Then he left.
	After the four of them enjoyed a pleasant glass of champagne,
Lance said, "Trevor, why don't you go warm up the bed, watch some TV--
porno if you like.  Give us about an hour and I'll send Randy over to
keep you company."
	"You really don't have to do this," Trevor said.  "I can just
drive home."
	"This is for Angel," Lance said, "and I don't want him sleeping
alone, tonight."  After Trevor left, Lance patted the bed between Sharon
and him.  "Come here, Squirt."
	Randy listened, wide-eyed, as Lance explained what he and Sharon
had agreed to.
	"There's a chance she's already pregnant but I want you to be a
part of our baby, too.  Whaddya say?"
	"I was kinda thinking it would be ... you know, artificial
insemination.  I mean, I've fucked Mom but ... Sharon's your wife ...
your bride.  Don't you wanna ... uh ... do you think my swimmers are
mature enough?  I don't wanna cause some mutation or somethin' by adding
my spunk to the mix."
	"Are you gonna say 'yes' or 'no'?" Lance asked calmly.
	"I want to," Randy said, "but only if you're really, really
sure.  I don't want you two to hold it against me later."
	"No way, dude," Lance said with sincerity.  "I'll even prove it
... tonight ... if you decide you want to go through with it."
	"Tonight?  How could you prove it tonight?"
	"If you decide to fuck my wife, I'll prove it."  Lance crossed
his heart like they did when they were kids.
	"Can I ... like ... suck your dick to help me get hard?  No
offense, Sharon."
	"None taken, sweetheart."
	"Sure," Lance agreed, liking the way his brother sucked his
cock, anyway.
	Randy laid between Lance's legs, grinding his hips into the
mattress as he sucked his big brother's cock.  Although it plumped, it
didn't get rigid.  After about five minutes, he said, "I don't know
what's wrong.  I only came twice tonight.  I'm good for at least four
more."
	"First timer nerves," Sharon said encouragingly.  "You'll be
fine.  There's no rush."
	"I have an idea," Lance said.  "Crawl up
here, lay on your back and rest your head on Sharon's breast."  Once
Randy was in place, Lances asked, "Comfy?"
	"Uh huh," Randy said warily.
	Lance maneuvered himself between Randy's thighs and began
sucking his little brother.
	"Lance!"
	"It's okay," Sharon said, "He told me he wanted to do this.  He
really wants this baby to be ours--his, mine AND yours."
	"It's working," Randy said, loving the fact that his brother had
CHOSEN to blow him instead of being ordered to do it, like he had been
in the past, by Sharon or Anita.
	"No shit!" Lance said, pulling his mouth off his brother's
erection to admire his handiwork.  Then sarcastically he added, "I
thought I'd be the last to know."
	"I think I'm ready."
	Sharon said, "Roll over and we'll see how things fit."
	"Oh fuck," Randy said, as his cock slid effortlessly into his
new sister-in-law.  "This is SO sweet!"
	Sharon noticeably beamed from the compliment.
	"My dick is soaking in my own brother's cum," Randy finished his
sentence.
	Sharon's glow dimmed but didn't go out.
	"You keepin' it up, dude, or do you need a little help," Lance
asked.
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"I thought you might like a little back door lovin' from your
big brother."
	"Huh?"  Most of Randy's thinking processes were being utilized
by the head at the end of his dick.  Then Randy felt Lance's cock nuzzle
between his butt cheeks.
	"Yes or no?"
	"Jesus, Lance, don't make me beg.  You know you're the only man
I want up there besides Dad."
	"And Tommy ... and Trevor ... and Devon ..."
	"No, I accept them because I'm gay.  I WANT you because I love
you.  Oh fuck!  I love you, too, Sharon," Randy said sincerely.
	Lance eased his cock into his little brother for the first time.
Randy might have been fucked multiple times, but for Lance, he was still
a virgin.  "I love you, too, Angel.  So how about if you and me make
babies with that beautiful bride of mine?"
	As Randy felt Lance enter him, he thought his own cock grew
another inch.  He loved the way his anus stretched to accommodate his
brother's fat girth.  He loved the way the ridge of his brother's cock
crown rubbed his prostate.  He loved the way Lance laid gently on his
back and whispered sweetly in his ear, "I love you, too."
	Sharon, for her part, was working on her second orgasm.  The
obvious adoration between her husband and his brother was palpable and
she knew ... if she was ever going to get pregnant, she wanted it to be
right then.  They would have a love child like no other.  No one would
ever be able to say their baby was a mistake--no way!
	Lance was amazed at his little brother's stamina.  They fucked
for ten minutes and he showed no sign of tiring.  Lance thought, 'Maybe
he can't cum because he's fucking a woman.'  Later he thought 'I wonder
if it's because he's already cum twice.'  Even later, still, he thought,
'But he said he's good for four more times.  I hope he doesn't plan to
use all of 'em up on Sharon.'  "How you doin', Squirt?"
	"Lance, Sharon, I never knew it would feel this great!  With
Mom, you know, it was because I was ordered to do it.  But right now,
it's like I'm doing it for the first time.  It's like ... it has
meaning."
	"It does have meaning.  You're helping to make OUR baby," Lance
said.
	"You're doing a good job, too," Sharon said.  "The longer you
hold off, the farther you'll be able to spurt."
	"That means a better chance my swimmers will get to your eggs,
huh?"
	"Yep."
	"I'm gonna do it," Randy said.  "I'm gonna get you pregnant.  I
can feel it in my balls."
	"I can feel it in my bone, brother.  Your asshole is workin'
overtime, dude.  It's like those chattering teeth, without the teeth.
I guess it'd be chattering gums."
	"That's 'cuz you're hittin' my prostate while my cock head is
draggin' across Sharon's G-spot.  I'm getting alternating sexual
stimulus from both ends."
	"You've done this with Dad, before."
	"Yeah, but he's bigger ... longer, so his cock head doesn't hit
my butt button the same way.  I know this'll sound corny but ..."
	"But what?" Lance asked in a loving tone.
	"It's like ... we're made for each other ... the three of us."
	"We are, sweetheart," Sharon said.
	"We are, Angel," Lance said.
	"I'm gonna cum, Sharon!"
	"Give me all you've got, Squirt."
	Randy trembled like he had the piss shivers as his cock spewed a
torrent of cum up his sister-in-law's birth canal.  From the jolts to
his prostate, he knew Lance was cumming up his butt, too.
	When Lance felt Randy's body relax, he soothing whispered, "Pull
out.  I'm gonna roll you off my wife."  Leaving his cock inside his
little brother he said, "Sharon, you wanna give my boy, here, a tip?"
	Sharon scooted down to suck Randy into her mouth.
	"Aaagh!  Don't!  I'm too sensitive," Randy mewled.
	"Just a little.  I don't want my brother to think I'm a sloppy
whore."
	"Oh yeah, he's waiting, isn't he?" Randy said, like he was in a
half-dream state.
	Easing out of his brother, Lance said, "You think you can walk?"
	"Yeah.  That far a least."
	Randy gathered up his clothes but before leaving, he turned and
said, "I can't wait till your brothers get married.  I love these kinds
of parties."
	"Well, the bride decides on the reception, so it's not likely
there will be another one like this ... not any time soon."
	"Oh," Randy said disheartened.  Then brightly he said, "Maybe I
can talk Trevor into marrying ME.  Then HE can be the bride and I'll be
the groom."
	"I thought you were gonna marry Tommy," Lance said in jest.
	"Hell no!  He fucks women!" Randy giggled.
	"So do you," Sharon said, pointing to her cum shiny pussy.
	"Only family," Randy argued, like there was a big difference.
"He'll fuck ANY woman."
	"We'll start working on The Major tomorrow to see if he'd be
willing to fork out for another wedding but, for now," Lance scowled,
"get the hell out so I can be alone with my bride."
	"And our baby," Randy said, closing the door like he was in an
elated dream-walking state.
	The next morning, after Lance and Randy got home, Trevor
returned the limo and Sharon was on her way back to college.
	 Randy said, "Lance, I don't wanna make you mad or anything but
what if Sharon didn't get pregnant last night?"
	"I guess we'll try again when she comes home from college, for
the summer."
	"Oh," Randy said quietly.
	"The three of us," Lance said, just as quietly.  "That is, if
you think you can suffer through an ordeal like that again."
	Throwing Lance a huge smile, Randy asked, "Will you be behind
me, giving me lotsa support?"
	"I don't know how much 'lotsa' is but I've got maybe eight
inches of support."
	"That's more'n enough," Randy smiled.  "In fact, it's just the
right amount!"
	"But just so ya know," Lance said, "odds are against women
getting pregnant on their wedding night.  There's too much excitement
which upsets their ovulation and stuff."
	"I guess we'll see when Sharon gets back."


To be continued.
I have one more chapter written.  Only two people have e-mailed me to
let me know that anyone is even reading this, so I guess what I'm
saying is, I just don't have the incentive I need to continue.  Thanks
to you two, however.  It's always a pleasure to hear from you.
H. Rick jockhunger@yahoo.com