*This is my first story I am publishing and would love feedback.
*Based on my actual family (names changed), All the characters are religious Jews except me.
Characters:
Me - Dina's youngest brother (27 years old)
Dina - My Sister and mom to my nieces (47 years old)
Hanna - Oldest Niece (23 years old)
Rachel - Middle Niece (21 years old)
Gabby - Youngest Niece (19 years old)
"Well, here we go again, another family wedding. Hopefully it goes by quickly", I thought to myself as I walked into the wedding hall for Hanna's wedding.
The wedding was in full force with people milling around and schmoozing, the guys all in suits talking amongst themselves, while the women, all wearing long sleeve dresses ran around taking care of the kids.
"Yup, just like any other Jewish wedding, with the guys and girls not mixing, at least I have two bottles of pre-made screwdrivers in my car to help the night go by faster and more fun."
I continued to walk through the hall, making small talk with the random people I recognized until I found family members that I could mingle with and not seem like I was a loner standing alone.
"Uncle Jake, you brought that Kurta that your coworker bought you in India, right?" Hanna said to me as I rounded a corner
"Of course, you specifically requested I wear it, I figured I would wear my blue suit, but I'll go change into it now."
Going to the car to change into my red Kurta gave me an excuse to get a drink. Sitting in my car taking a drink and taking off my suit, I started thinking about all the Jewish moms at the wedding that I would love to take to bed and ruin, my cock starting to stir a little bit.
"Can't take too long getting changed, that are expecting back in the hall," I thought as I pulled the Kurta over my head and put on my red shoes.
Walking back into the hall, I noticed I was getting a lot of looks from guys and girls alike, not surprising since they probably were wondering who this guy was walking into the wedding and why he was dressed this way. Normally I don't care for attention, but it was kind of nice to be the mysterious person who knew he belonged in the hall and wasn't bothered by my clothes since this was what the bride had requested.
"Oh wow, that is quite a look," my mom commented as I entered into the main wedding hall, "Definitely very red."
"You match Gabby's dress perfectly," Dina commented, "why don't you get a picture together?"
I was looking forward to seeing Gabby since she was a fun person to talk to, but I wasn't expecting her to look how she did. I turned around and saw Gabby with a big smile on her face walking towards me in a dress looking like it was custom made for her. It was red and hugged her body in all the right places, it wasn't to the point of being tight that it was immodest, but it still showed off her body nicely to the point that I had to make sure that I wasn't staring too hard at her.
"Uncle Jake! You look amazing," Gabby exclaimed as she got close to me, "we totally match!" her bubbly energy coming out in her speech.
"Okay, turn towards the camera so I can get a picture," Dina said.
Gabby and I turned towards the camera, and my hand "accidentally" brushed over her ass when I brought my hand up,
"Ope, sorry about that I whispered to her,"
She didn't seem to react to either my touch or my comment. I brought my hand up to her back right where her bra strap would be and wanted to put my hand on her and feel it, but decided to just hold my hand away from her back so I didn't make her uncomfortable.
The picture turned out great and Gabby walked away to talk with some friends while I stood alone still thinking about my hand touching her and how much more of her body I wanted to feel.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately I didn't have much more chance to talk to Gabby for about an hour or two of the wedding. I spent my time talking with my sisters and their kids and holding my cute nephew.
Once the meal started and I had made my way through half a water bottle of a screwdriver, I decided to just bring the bottle into the hall with me instead of having to keep walking back and forth to my car just to take a drink.
When the second dance was starting, I saw Gabby walking over to my table and she sat down with us (me and my sisters) and started talking. As my sisters got up to take care of their kids Gabby asked me what was in the water bottle.
"Just a screwdriver, trying to help the wedding go by smoother," I responded with a grin, "Do you want some, it's a little strong?".
Gabby glanced around to make sure that her mom wasn't around,
"sure, I'll have a little bit, it can't hurt", and she raised the bottle to her lips. Her arms moving up caused her dress to raise up a little bit, making the fabric around her small round tits tighten, giving me a good view.
"Fuck, I'd love to feel those," I thought to myself watching her take a drink.
"Yum, that was good, I probably shouldn't have much more since I don't want to get tipsy," Gabby said putting the bottle back on the table.
"Good plan, wouldn't want your mom getting mad at me," I responded chuckling.
I watched Gabby's ass as she walked back to the other side of the room to go back to dancing with the girls and felt my cock starting to grow again.
"I really need a release tonight, I'll have to masturbate when I get back to my host's house," I thought.
The night got longer and the wedding was winding down with most of the guests leaving and my family had started to clean up.
I felt a tap on my shoulder,
"Uncle Jake, can you drive me home, my feet are killing me in these heels and I need to get out of this dress?" Gabby asked.
"Sure, I was just standing around anyways, and I would love to get out of here," I agreed and we walked to my car together.
I drove Gabby home and parked the car outside of Dina's house,
"Do you mind if I come in, I would love to take this Kurta off and put some water on my face?"
"Sure, you can use the second bedroom in the basement to change, and feel free to use the bathroom as well," Gabby said
I didn't know that Gabby's bedroom was the first bedroom in the basement until I was following her down the basement steps,