Motherfucker Epilogue
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com Adults Only.
See chapter one for codes and synopsis.

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Motherfucker - Epilogue




"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded bride, to love and cherish in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, until death do you part?"

"I do," I replied with the barest nod of my head, looking into my mother's brilliant blue eyes as they filled with tears.

"And do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband, to honor and obey in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, until death do you part?"

"I do," Ginny whispered, looking past my shoulder to see our father standing nearby with the rings. She was crying as well and I gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze.

When I kissed the bride I gave her a little tongue, knowing our Dad would understand.

It was a nice wedding, if a little small maybe, but we were new in town so we didn't know a lot of people yet. Minneapolis seemed nice enough anyway and we were living in the suburbs, of course. I'd gotten a full scholarship to play for the Gophers and everyone agreed we had a pretty good team lined up for the coming season. I wouldn't be a starter yet, but a man can't have everything and it would happen soon enough. I really was a damn good hockey player, you know.

"I'll be right back," I said to Ginny, but she barely noticed as she leaned close to Dad. She hadn't pulled his cock out of his tuxedo yet, but I figured they'd be headed upstairs soon.

"Don't be too long," Mom whispered, letting her hand slide off my crotch as I stood up from the table.

We were having the reception at the Radisson and it was nice enough. Most of the guests were strangers, people that Mom worked with at the bank or Dad knew from the brokerage where he'd taken a position as an assistant vice-president. I smiled and accepted all the congratulations and not just for getting married. There were a lot of hockey fans in Minnesota. I liked that a lot and we were going to be right at home in our new city, I could tell.

"Congratulations, Motherfucker."

"Thanks." I grinned at Wendy and looked her up and down.

Fuck! She looked even better at eighteen than she had at sixteen and I felt that happy kick in the balls I'd been missing. I wasn't sure she'd actually come to the wedding, but you know what a girl will do when someone has fifty sex videos of her? Anything you want her to, she hadn't lied about that.

"Hey Jimmy," Kylie purred and she looked amazing too and I didn't think anyone would mind if I gave my brother a serious tongue fucking French kiss.

Half the men in the room had been trying to pick her up, and Wendy as well, which struck me a little weird, but the champagne was flowing and that's what the reception is for right? Unfortunately for all those poor bachelors, eligible or otherwise, Kylie and Wendy were both seriously taken and they largely ignored the weak pick-up lines and come hither looks they were getting.

"Ummm" I smiled, licking my lips and holding Kylie close because her perfect B-cup tits felt so good as they rubbed my chest.

"You can let go of my fianc now," Wendy told me with some annoyance.

"She's my brother," I teased the girl. "And it's my wedding dayI can hold her all night if I want."

"You can do more than that, if you want!" Kylie giggled and I rolled my eyes, letting her go with a serious ache in my gut.

"So are you guys getting married before or after?" I asked, catching the eye of one of the waiters and waving him over.

"Before," Wendy told me, rubbing her swollen tummy and smiling at Kylie. "We want a legitimate baby."

"That's what you always said," I agreed, taking two glasses of champagne off the waiter's tray and handing them to the girls. "You can have one glass, right?"

"I think so." Wendy smiled sweetly, but she was still kinda mad at me for breaking up with her a week before our wedding.

You'd think after nearly two years a girl would forgive a guy almost anything, but not that, I guess. Just like I'd watched all fifty of her videos and realized I couldn't ever marry a cheating cum hungry slut like Wendy. It wasn't so much the fucking that really bothered me, it was the raw joy on her face every time some idiot with a pencil dick shot his wad all over her face or tits or ass. Wendy didn't just like it, she loved it! And I couldn't spend the rest of my life with a girl like that, no matter how much I loved her.

"You're coming to the wedding right?" Kylie asked me around a sip of bubbly. "I, uhkinda need a best man."

"Best man at a lesbian wedding?" I grinned at her. "How could I pass that up?"

"Thanks." Kylie giggled again and Wendy sighed, wanting to look bored with me and failing. She felt it too, I know she did. We couldn't be in the same place at the same time and not want to fall in love all over again, but

"I think somebody wants you," Wendy said, looking across the banquet room at my mom and she did look a little impatient.

Dad and Ginny were already standing up and they couldn't really leave without Mom and me, you knowThat might have looked kind of strange. Although being the girl's in-laws like they were, maybe I was just feeling a little paranoid. Anyway, Dad had gotten his vasectomy reversed and they were eager to start a little family, but trying to figure out exactly how we'd all be related to the baby...I needed to drink more!

"Hmmm" I smiled at Mom and nodded, telling her to be patient. "I guess we have to consummate our vows."

"I bet!" Kylie gave me a little tongue. "Where are you going for your honeymoon?"

"I think Dad's taking Ginny to Hawaii." I shrugged. "Mom and me are just going to Niagara Falls, you knowTradition."

"You're so hopeless, Jimmy!" my brother sighed, taking a deep breath to show off her tits beneath the lavender bride's maid gown she wore. They were less than a year old, so...

Ginny had asked Wendy to be a bride's maid too, but my old girlfriend had politely declined the honor. I guess I could understand that and Ginny hadn't been very disappointed anyway. Those two girls had never liked each other very much and after Dad dumped Wendy for his daughter, wellYou know. It's tough being a teenage girl, I guess. Wendy was okay though and I knew she and Kylie were totally infatuated with each other.

"I don't see Ginny's parents anywhere," Wendy said. "They didn't want to come?"

"Hmmm" I smiled sheepishly. "I think their invitation got lost in the mail."

"Heh!" Kylie grinned at me and she knew Ginny's mom would have never, ever agreed to let us get married.

It's the only reason we'd waited until Ginny had turned eighteenand then moved halfway across the country to a completely different city! So far as I knew, Ginny's mom had no idea her daughter was getting married at all and that was probably for the best, all things considered. Wendy had wanted to rat us out, but Kylie had talked her out of it and that's what brothers are foreven the ones who wear dresses.

"We're all meeting for breakfast in the morning, right?" I looked at the two of them. Kylie nodded and Wendy shrugged and I sighed.

"As long as your dad's paying," Wendy said and Kylie gave her girlfriend a dirty look.

"I'm really happy for you two," I told them seriously, meeting Wendy's eyes with mine and I wanted to say something more, but it was too late for that and I had to save my strength anyway.

I loved my mom and we really wanted to make another baby on our wedding night.


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