Chapter 12

The wedding itself was practically an anticlimax for everybody concerned, with the exception of the bride and groom. Uncle Larry had insisted on being part of the bridal party, although there was no traditional place for him. A happy compromise had been struck, although some of the guests found it odd for Gloria to be accompanied down the aisle by two men, neither of them her relatives.

After the ceremony an informal party was held, with the guests remaining for another two hours. There was dancing and drinking and general celebration but then it got late and the guests began to file back to their autos and pickup trucks. By eight o'clock in the evening the Judge family had finally been left alone.

It took another hour to clean the debris and detritus left by the recently departed celebrants. Gloria and Frank were given an hour off to take a walk in the sunset while the others slaved with mop and broom. They returned to a clean house, finding their parents and siblings ensconced comfortably in the living room.

"It's been a long week, son," Donald greeted his son. "But we're very proud of you. You too, Gloria. Why, I can't help but laugh when I think of your little scheme."

"Don't laugh too hard," Uncle Larry announced, coming in from the kitchen. "I'm not here to be mocked."

For the first time in the three decades of their acquaintance, Larry Parker and Donald Judge got over their difference. The rest of the family beamed proudly as the two men embraced, their powerful torsos crushing into one another. Donald patted his wife's brother on the back and promised to keep up his end of the bargain, forgiving and forgetting past transgressions.

"Larry's going to spend the night with us," Catherine told her husband. "I know you're tired and all but it's very important to us. We've got a lot to make up for."

"Who's tired?" Donald shouted. "I feel like the party's just started. Can I get anyone a beer?"

Donald disappeared into the kitchen for a minute and returned with a six-pack of chilled beer. He served the drinks graciously and then sat down in his favorite easy chair. There was a brief period of tension as each family member was lost in his own thoughts. It was an unfamiliar situation and nobody seemed to be able to deal with it rationally.

"I thought we were supposed to be having a party," Gloria said, finally breaking the tense silence. "Shit, you're all just sitting around worrying about things. I guess it's up to the old decadent city girl to show you how to have a good time."

Gloria still did not know exactly how to respond to her new relatives. Thinking it best to create some diversion, she got up and put a rock record on the old stereo system on the mantlepiece. A few seconds later she was dancing alone, flinging her body from side to side before an eager audience.

Gloria had changed from her wedding dress to a pair of tight jeans and a low-cut blouse, worn as usual without a bra. She gyrated wildly from one side of the living room to another, playing especially to Uncle Larry. Soon Donna had joined her on the dance floor and she could see that the others were relaxing a little.

She pulled Uncle Larry to his feet and soon everyone was laughing raucously in the sex-charged atmosphere. Another six- pack was polished off and somehow Gloria managed to sneak a few joints into the picture. It was hard not to laugh as she watched the old folks getting high but Gloria controlled herself for once in her life, not wanting to give anyone the wrong impression.

Eventually the family members sank back into their chairs, all but Gloria who began to improvise a strip-tease number, kicking off her shoes and then pulling her blouse over her sweaty head. It did not take long for the girl to be almost completely naked. Gloria knew what she was doing, knew that the lusty Judge family would soon take her hint in the best possible way.

Sure enough, a minute later Uncle Larry had taken the girl into his arms, having to get out of his own old-fashioned clothing. He kissed Gloria and then led her to the side of the living room, away from the rest of his family. The others were pairing off as well and it looked like the party was going full swing.

"Larry, I'd love to fuck you again," Gloria whispered as she felt the man's lips closing over her left nipple. "But I really think you and Catherine ought to put it together after all these years. Go ahead, you've waited too long already."

Larry walked slowly and uncertainly, not sure that Catherine would want him. However, the woman was sitting alone at that point watching the others start to make love. Larry joined her on the couch and did not say anything for the next few moments. Father and son had started to make love to Donna and the three constituted a tableau that was fascinating, to say the least.

But Catherine helped the man, moving closer to Larry and then letting her head loll onto his thickly muscled shoulder. She tilted her head back and then allowed the man to kiss her. They had not been so intimate since her teenage years but she was determined not to be hung up in the past.

Catherine struggled out of her clothing, hampered by Larry's passionate caresses. She finally stood naked before the man, wondering whether it would be better to leave the room. Soon she decided that she would stay right where she was, in the bosom of her loving family. Larry could not have agreed more.

Gloria stood behind the two lovers, wanting to see them in action. She had always been a bit of a voyeur and this was one scene she would not have missed for the world. Larry was obviously going to be a lot more tender and loving than he had been with her. It seemed impossible for anyone to have changed so completely. He was kissing and caressing Catherine in a way that made her want to leap right in on the action.

Larry and Catherine locked their mouths into a long, searching kiss, totally anescient to the orgy going on around them. Gloria had torn herself away reluctantly and was engaged in setting up a true group-grope, with herself, Frank, Donna and Donald as the participants. All were so drunk and stoned that it took a good fifteen minutes to get things moving.

Larry and Catherine were experiencing no such difficulty. All the years of repression and unhappiness had faded from the picture. Larry lowered his head to the woman's breasts, telling himself that she was more beautiful than ever, better than she had been as a teenage beauty. True, her face was lined and some other muscles had started to sag but that did not bother him at all as he prepared to fuck the magnificent woman.

He climbed right on top of Catherine, branding her with the hot flesh of his searching prick. He rubbed the heavy tube all over Catherine's body, continuing at the same time to tease and caress her tits with his lips and tongue.

Then he began to work his cock into Catherine's pussy, not bothering to finger her first. Larry was still quite crude in his erotic technique, despite the lesson he had received from Donna and Gloria. However, Catherine wanted him that way, wanted to be transported back to her first sexual experiences.

She parted her legs and allowed the man to enter her, immediately clasping her shapely legs around Larry's muscular midsection. Brother and sister looked almost like twins as their bodies united in that passionate embrace. Larry worked his cock in one inch at a time, going as slowly as he could, wondering if he would be able to control his passion. Catherine was so beautiful and loving that he felt he wanted to shoot his load then and there.

Catherine sighed with ineffable relief as she felt the huge prick being worked into her ready pussy. She began to move with Larry right off the bat, wrapping her arms around his broad hairy back and drawing him closer to her. It was hard to breathe with the man looming over her but Catherine wanted to be crushed by his embrace, have her fears obliterated completely.

Larry's prick was rubbing against the bottom of her vaginal canal, transporting the woman to new heights of ecstasy. She ground her pelvis against him, meeting every one of Larry's strokes with one of her own, setting up a counter-rhythm that was calculated to bring the man quickly to a climax.

Soon brother and sister had established a common tempo. Catherine stopped moving for a moment, letting herself enjoy the feel of her brother's probing prick. Her cunt was on fire, ready to explode its juices at a minute's notice. Still, she wanted their first fuck to last forever. They had so much time to make up for, and there were so many things she wanted to do.

Larry withdrew his prick part way and then slammed it in again, no longer able to control his passion very well. He looked briefly at the other side of the room and saw that the rest of his family had really got into fucking with each other. At that moment Donna was taking on her father and brother, one in the ass and the other in her delicious little snatch.

But Larry did not watch for long. Gerald and Donald could have their fun as far as he was concerned, as long as he could stay with Catherine. He rammed his prick in again and then looked into the woman's beautifully, bottomless green eyes. His prick was palpitating wildly but still he was able to control his passion.

"I'm going to cum," Catherine whispered in the man's ear. "Fuck me a little harder, Larry, I want you so bad."

Larry did not change his method of making love. He worked his prick in hard and fast, loving the way Catherine's pussy would cling to him. The beer and grass had desensitized his cock a bit, but not so much that he couldn't enjoy himself. He, too, was almost ready to cum.

Catherine closed her eyes as her orgasm began. She held Larry close to her body and clamped her cunt down on his probing prick, not letting the man move a muscle. Then her climax began, shaking her completely, leaving the woman weak and breathless. She experienced three separate spasms before her ardor cooled, delighting her lover as she had never done before.

Larry waited until the woman had stopped cumming before allowing himself to move again. At first Catherine's pussy was so wet that he could hardly feel her. It was as if he were swimming in the woman's juices, being taken into her body. But soon she had dried out a little and he was able to feel her, able to bring himself closer and closer to a climax.