Martin, my brother, was going to get married. Despite being the
youngest of the family at twenty-one (twelve years my junior), he was
the first of us to get married.

Him being first was probably because his hormones were still raging and
having joined a very strict Christian group with harsh views on
sinning, one of which would be pre-marital sex.

Five weeks ago he had met this extremely bright girl, Shanine, at
university, where he was an assistant teacher in between his own
studies. She was not only smart, but she was beautiful too in an almost
classical sense. She must be a long lost African princess, I'm sure,
with her poise and stature.

Lucky brother!

Oh, did I say she was young? Very young. Sixteen to be precise. That
the following day, their wedding day.

Almost immediately after they met, they declared their intention to get
married. Her parents had reluctantly agreed and set everything in
motion, including convincing the local vicar and having the banns read.

Fast forward to the day before the wedding, where we were supposed to
take Martin for his stag night.

Shanine's twin brother, Donovan, couldn't go as the stag night was
planned as a pub crawl, which is a bit difficult if you are not old
enough. He didn't seem to mind, though.

I had looked forward to going, but on the night I became violently sick
shortly after arriving at her place. Green around the gills, I gave the
rest my blessing to go off without me and lay on top of Shanine's bed
dozing off every now and again between attacks of vomiting. I was
wearing only my boxer shorts to save my clothes from the fallout of my
sickness.

At some point during the evening, when I hadn't been sick for a long
time, Shanine opened the door and came in with a bowl of thick soup.
She was wearing a white silk dressing gown, I registered.

"Are you awake, Michael?" she asked quietly.

"I am," I said. "But I'm still feeling a bit weak."

"No wonder," she said, "with the amount of food you have returned." She
was smiling. "I've brought some soup. Do you think you could manage to
eat it?"

"Uh, I don't know." I looked at her compassionate face. "I don't feel
sick anymore, but I'm just too weak to eat. But thanks for the offer."

"I'll help you." She lifted my torso and somehow managed to get herself
sitting on the bed, leaning my head back on her ample bosom. I could
feel the softness of her full breasts through the thin fabric of the
dressing gown and could tell that she did not wear a bra.

Despite my weak state, the feeling of her breasts stirred my libido and
my shorts started to tent seriously while Shanine was feeding me. And I
couldn't really do anything about it without drawing her attention to
the problem so in the end I just left it as it was. Tenting.

"How are you feeling?" she asked when I had finished the soup.

"Much stronger thank you," I replied.

"I can see that," she said and let her hand slightly touch the outline
of my erection. "That must be a bit unpleasant though, isn't it?"

I blushed. "It is, but it just feels so nice leaning against you. And
..." I stopped.

She rested the bowl on the side table and let her hand roam down my
chest. "And you look good." She kissed the top of my head.

It must have been the aftermath of my sickness that made me mad, but I
turned my head at an awkward angle and managed to pull her head to mine.

I kissed her.

On the lips.

She kissed back!

I turned around and knelt in front of her, staring at her. The belt of
the dressing gown had become undone and the gown was slowly parting,
revealing more and more of her smooth, black skin. She didn't do
anything to stop it from happening, even when first one nipple was
revealed, then the other. The gown suddenly slipped completely off her
shoulders, ending up in a pile on the bed, covering only part of her
thighs, leaving her essentially naked.

I gasped. "You're beautiful," I whispered in awe. "I've never seen
anybody as beautiful as you in my thirty-odd years!"

"Thank you," she said. "You look good too." It was amazing how she on
one hand looked almost timid but on the other hand did not appear the
least bit shy about her body. "Can I please see the rest of you?" She
hastily added, "Just so I know what to expect tomorrow."

My mind must have been totally muddled as I complied and pushed my
boxer shorts off. How could I do that in front of my brother's future
wife? A fifteen-year-old girl, at that! But as you know, when the blood
flows to a certain part of your body, it leaves the brain.

"Oh my!" Shanine breathed. "That looks big." She tentatively touched my
erection with her outstretched fingers. When I didn't try to stop her,
she curved her hand around it and began to stroke me. "Are all white
people so big?"

I smiled at her. "I don't think so," I said. "Actually what you
normally hear is that black people are bigger than white."

"But ..." she started. "I mean, Donovan is nothing like this big." She
shook her head. "You know, he and I normally shower right after each
other and sometimes I've seen him naked for a few seconds."

"You don't need to explain to me," I said and stretched a hand out to
touch her breast. I got more bold as she didn't shy away and began to
knead it softly. Her nipples got hard and she started to breathe more
heavily. "You'd better stop now," I moaned. "Or I'll make a mess."

"Are you close to coming?" she asked as she continued to masturbate me.
Immediately the question became moot as I started to spray her front
with my hot sperm. She quickly bent down and took me in her mouth to
reduce the mess and managed to contain most of the rest. "That was
awesome!" she said with a bright, white smile as I was panting in the
aftermath of one of my best ejaculations ever. "And you are not even
going soft."

I wasn't, strangely enough.

"Do you think ..." she said shyly as she slowly pushed me on my back,
"... that I could try ...?" Her voice faltered, but her actions told
the rest of the story. As I was lying on my back, throbbing erection
pointing at the ceiling, she gradually crept closer and kissed her way
up my body until her dripping pussy was right over my hard-on.
"Ohhhhh," she hissed as she slowly sank down on my erection, taking it
inch by slow inch until it, after about ten of them, touched her
cervix. "I feel so stuffed," she whispered.

And I felt so good, I thought. I was making love to my underage future
sister-in-law ... and loving it!

I began to caress her breasts and we kissed. Our tongues were dancing
like dervishes and we were moaning and emitting little sounds of lust
and craving as she picked up the pace and began to ride me hard.

"Ugh!" she suddenly exclaimed as she stopped moving, her eyes wide
open, tears streaming down. Her bum was touching my pelvis and I could
feel my erection in the tightest place it had ever been. I had entered
her womb!

She just sat there for a short while before slowly starting again. Her
tears quickly subsided and before long, she was going at a pace at
least as fast as before, but carefully keeping me inside her womb at
all times. She started to moan passionately now and I could feel the
contractions running through her pussy, like she was trying to milk me.

Then the door opened and just as she and I came hard, Donovan came in,
saying, "Is he feeling ... OH MY GOD!!!!"

Instead of making a scene or running out or screaming or whatever else
he could have done, Donovan just stripped naked and came to the bed.
Despite being busy sending my sperm into Shanine's womb, I couldn't
help admiring his beauty.

He looked much like his sister apart from having an nine-inch erection
instead of a pair of D+ cup breasts. He was tall and thin and long
legged, and looked as much an African prince as she looked a princess.
When he came closer, I couldn't help myself, I pulled him in and opened
my mouth around his cute member.

Shanine hooked an arm around the back of his neck and pulled his face
to hers. And then they kissed. While I was emptying myself into his
sister, I gave him a blowjob. I have never before been with another
guy, not even been jerking off with other boys or anything like it, and
yet I was suddenly giving this boy head like a pro, if I may say so
myself.

And much to my surprise, I liked it. I got really hard again and
Shanine started to move on my hard-on once more, making the whole,
bizarre thing into a mini-orgy.

Donovan moaned and groaned and shuddered as he came hard, filling my
mouth with his hot, sweet sperm. I was so overcome by it that I for the
second time flooded Shanine's tight womb, and she could clearly feel
it, which seemed to make her come and in less than a second, the three
of us were sharing a huge orgasm.

What a wild thing to do!

When I let Donovan go, he bent down and kissed me greedily. "I loved
that, Michael!" he said and continued in almost a whisper, "And I love
you!"

My heart surged. I didn't know quite how he meant it, but somehow it
made me feel really good. Happy, in fact.

While I was inspecting my somewhat confounded feelings, trying to
straighten out my addled brain, Shanine slid off of me, lying on her
back on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly, a small ooze of my
sperm trickling out. Donovan didn't need a formal invitation, he pulled
a couple of times on his dick and it was hard as ever. He steered it
unfaltering to her wet opening and entered his sister with a deep sigh
of content.

"This is what life is about," he uttered in a low voice. "Sucking and
fucking ... And loving one's sister ... And her almost brother-in-law
... And ..." He seemed to have run out of things to say for he kept
quiet while pounding Shanine hard.

I started to spit on my erection and moved behind him. He didn't miss a
beat as I put one hand on his chest while pressing my hard-on against
his sphincter with the other.

"Ahhh ... Uhhh ..." he moaned as I slowly dilated his anus. "Oh!
Awwwwahhhh!" he cried when the head went in. I followed his moves and
inched myself in slowly, until at last I felt his bum slap against my
pelvis. "That's huge," he groaned. "But I love it!"

"And I love your bum," I moaned, amazed that I could keep myself hard
after what I'd been through already.

"Oh be quiet you two and make a girl happy."

"Yes Ma'am," Donovan and I said as one, laughing at the coincidence.

Grunting and whining and whispering unarticulated words, we managed to
keep everything going, until Donovan couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm
coming," he gasped. "Hey Sis, I'm gonna shoot inside you. Yeah!"

I felt his bum contract around my dick and the feeling sent me over the
top, delivering a moderate helping of hot sperm inside his hot bowels.

"Oh yes, Bro! That's it! Yes! Oh yes! I...ahhhh...eeeeeeeeee!!!!!" And
she came.

It is absolutely amazing, how hot it makes you feel, when you are
making love to beautiful teenagers and I could hardly believe my luck.
I hugged Donovan and kissed him and kissed Shanine and felt absolutely
great, until the stark reality hit me.

She was going to get married to my brother the following day!

Somehow it seemed that Donovan was tuned to me for just as the thought
entered my mind, he said, "don't worry about tomorrow. I'll be with
you. And I'm sure that Sis will find any opportunity she can to repeat
the performance."

"Oh god, yes!" Shanine moaned. "I don't really care how good or bad
Martin will be, this I am not going to give up. Ever!"

Donovan cocked his head and looked at my eyes. "You've got one blue eye
and one green," he said. "I hadn't seen that before." He kissed me. "I
like it!"

"The only one in the family," I said. "Everyone else has brown eyes. So
I wonder who my mum was seeing at the time."

We all laughed at that.

We basked in the happy glow of our love-making for a bit and then hit
the shower. We scampered into her room as we heard somebody climbing
the stairs.

"Where are you?" Martin called.

"You are not supposed to see me the evening before the wedding,"
Shanine shouted back as she tried to don her dressing gown.

"Uh, OK," he said with a bit of disappointment in his voice. "But how
is Michael?"

"His fine. Absolutely perfect, thank you. Now, go back to Jayson's
place. See you tomorrow."

"Right. OK. See you tomorrow then."

We heard him go down the steps and when the front door closed, Shanine
opened the door with a sigh of relief, only to come face to face with
her cousin.

"Jared!" she exclaimed as she frantically tried to close her gown.
"What are you doing here?"

Jared looked her up and down unashamedly before answering. "I'm here to
look after you and Donovan," he said. He looked at Donovan and me,
still completely naked. "I can see that that's not necessary." He
laughed. "I'll be downstairs." He turned around and went downstairs.

"Oh God," Shanine said and leaned her head on my shoulder. "What do we
do?"

"Nothing," Donovan answered. "Jared will not tell on us. He's a good
sport!"

And he didn't.

The following day was a bit of a frantic rush to get everything ready
in time, but the ceremony passed without a hitch and my brother had a
lovely, new, sixteen-year-old wife, who beamed with excitement during
the whole day, casting surreptitious glances at Donovan and me all the
time.

And Donovan.

Lovely Donovan!

Beautiful Donovan!

He became my partner. Seriously! I had always considered myself mostly
straight, but that boy absolutely changed my perspective and I have
never loved anyone as much as I love him. And he was as uninhibited as
me, which made for many a rowdy night ... and day, for that matter.

And we entered into a civil partnership only a few months later.

And nine months after the wedding, guess what?

Yup!

Shanine presented her twins. They were beautiful, but it was a bit
baffling to people that one was very light skinned while the other was
all black. And the light-skinned baby had one blue eye and one green.

"That's happened before," Martin said as he proudly held the twins.
"Just look at Michael. He's got one blue eye and one green too, and
everyone else in the family has got brown eyes."

Did I see Mum blush? I'm not sure, but I hugged Donovan tightly and
shivered delightfully as I kissed him. "They are perfect," I whispered.

"God yes," he said. "Nobody could ask for more, could they?"