"You are such a little slut," Jess giggled to me as my eyes rolled over her father's ass. It was her sister's wedding, and we were stuck in some rec centre with no air in the middle of Scarborough on a hot summers day. To pass the time we were playing the family edition of our favourite game: Who Would You Fuck?
Jessica and I had met at university and hit it up hot and heavy. She had a sexual appetite that eclipsed even mine, and she was in to any kind of experimentation we could dream up. We'd done group, bi, fetish, public, anything you like. We both shared an affinity for people watching and loved nothing more than sit in the quad and get horny talking about what we'd like to do to whomever walked by. So now we sat at Katy and Joe's wedding and searched the crowd for whatever kinky fantasies would quell our boredom.
Jess and I had always talked about incest but realized that it was one of those things that would have to remain just a fantasy. Ultimately, there would be too much damage to a family for what we acknowledged was just a cheap thrill. We had made a promise to each other though that we could live out our incest fantasies vicariously through each other if the opportunity ever arose. I'm very boyish and I'm often mistaken for being a few years younger than I am. I'm also about the same height as Jess, with a similar build. We've had both friends and lovers joke that we look like we could be brother and sister, so we thought that me sleeping with a family member of hers or her with mine and telling the other about it was as close as we could ever get to satisfying this particular fantasy. So our game was a little more than idle fancy today, I was fully aware that I might get laid at this reception.
Jess' family was a lot more uptight than mine was, so I wasn't sure quite what to expect. She had been trying to sell me on one of her female cousins, Rachel or Pauline, but warned me to wear a condom because they're just stupid enough to get pregnant at a wedding reception.
"Maybe I'd like to fuck your mom," I whispered to so that great-uncle Charlie couldn't hear from across the table. "Get up in there and see what your old haunts were like. Suck on the tits that nurtured you."
"Don't worry about Charlie," she said noticing my sideways glance, "he's taken out his hearing aids and gotten out his flask. As for my mom, if you want that loose old pussy, you're more desperate than I thought."
Cynthia was her mom's name, and she certainly was no catch. Four kids and a comfortable marriage had left her less than concerned with her body. Her girth spread out under a dress that was a little too small and revealing for a woman of her size. But now I was staring at her dad's ass and feeling more than a little horny. He had a beer belly himself and looked like he'd be more comfortable in an old flannel than the crisp new suit he'd bought for his daughter's wedding. Still he was a large, powerful man and he was much more attractive than his wife.
"Maybe I'd get your old man to take me up the ass," I told Jess with a crooked smile. "In the dark, he might even think he's making hot love to his little princess."
This gave her the pause I'd been hoping for. I knew that fucking her cousin or even her mom wouldn't be enough to get Jessica off. If I really wanted to rock her world, I'd somehow have to convince one of the old-fashioned men in her life to treat me like a piece of meat. She wanted me to be able to tell her what it was like to get fucked by her father and she knew it.
"I don't think daddy's into that kind of thing," she said as she pouted a little. "Maybe if you get a few more drinks into Ronnie..."
Her brother Ronnie was permanently stationed by the bar. Right now he was trying to toast his sister while he held a shot in each hand. He already had lost enough motor control that he spilt one over the groom's aunt. But he looked like the type who'd knock me out before he'd suck me off. Still, he was going to be sloshed tonight and he had a girl on his arm that was as attractive as she was uncomfortable.
"Angela's your in," Jess proclaimed trying to focus on this new angle rather than her father. "Look at her, she's starved for attention, practically ready to split. If you smooth talk her and Ronnie gets drunk enough you've got your threesome. Then lean over and give him one of your famous blow jobs and he's yours."
"Does Ronnie turn you on?"
"He's a creep, but he is my brother. We're trying to play the incest fantasy here."
"I don't think it counts unless you really get off. Ronnie may be the bro but I think it's papa that you're dripping for."
"You are a little slut!" Jess scolded me, but I knew I was right. She eyed me sheepishly and didn't say any more. We sort of drifted out of our incest conversation and talked about what the bride and groom would do tonight. Joe had a moustache and a shaggy haircut, and Katy looked pretty hot with all the weight she'd dropped for the wedding. But Jess had told me that they'd had a sisterly talk after Jess' first semester at the university, and Jess' love of the carnal didn't run in the family. 'Freaked out' was how Jess described her sister's reaction to a description of a pretty typical weekend of ours. I'd wanted to get the couple a night with an Asian shemale for a wedding present but Jess thought that we'd enjoy it more ourselves. I've always loved the gifts you give yourself.
After about twenty minutes of small talk, the wine had worked its way through my system and I had to hit the can. With my departure, a couple of the new in-laws swooped in on Jess. A young man who I think was Joe's cousin seemed especially interested in not going home alone, even if it meant stealing my date away from me. He was kind of cute, but looked like he'd taken one too many tackle on the football field. He probably didn't realize that he could get much farther with Jess than he had a taste for.
As I emptied my bladder, a mature man came in and took the urinal right next to mine even though there were several free ones. Impulsively, I glanced down and caught a glimpse of his pissing cock. He smiled a toothy grin at me, and paid me the service of a glance downward.
