To my readers: This story is a continuation of the story I began with "My Saving Grace" and "A State of Grace." If you have not read those story series, then this story will make absolutely no sense at all. Just a word to the wise, this story contains elements of female homosexuality, incest, and foul language. All sex acts contained in this story occur between people who are of legal age. Everyone got all that? Good! Now enjoy!
- CM
Kevin resumes telling the tale:
I stood in the foyer of the community center, tapping my patent leather shoe sole on the hardwood floor.
"Fleur!" I called out after waiting as long as my nerves would allow.
"C'mon, lady! I don't think you want to keep everyone waiting!"
"Oui, Kevin!" I heard through the door to her dressing room.
One of her friends snickered, hearing the irritation in her voice. I shot the man a quelling look, then the door finally opened and Fleur stepped out. I was stunned, to say the least. Fleur would never be mistaken for a man, but she was not the feminine type. Today, though, Fleur was wearing a dress! And what's more, it was a lovely dress! I'm not good with the more subtle nuances of style - I'm a guy, after all. Still, I noticed that the light peach color of the dress complimented her tanned skin and set off her dark hair perfectly. The bodice hugged her chest, making her modest breasts a little more prominent. It also emphasized her firm, flat belly. The skirt clung to her hips and her compact backside then became slightly more full as it fell to her knees. She was also wearing stockings and heels! Her hair, short as always, was styled and elegant. The overall effect was nothing less than stunning.
Not able to help myself, I stepped forward and embraced her. I then planted a gentle kiss on her cheek before I released her.
"You look stunning, Fleur!" I told her.
"Thank you, Kevin," she said self-consciously. She smiled up at me impishly, and then said, "But don't mess up my makeup! Besides, the Best Man shouldn't be seen kissing the groom. People will talk!"
I shared a chuckle with her other groomsmen, then I sobered.
"Are you ready to do this?" I asked her, pointing toward the door to the great room where all her guests were waiting.
"Oui," she said. "I only wish I'd had the fortitude to do it long ago."
We lined up with Fleur in the lead and moved into the great room to stand near where the official waited. I saw my sister, Grace, peeking out of another door at the rear of the large chamber. I discreetly waved a hand: the agreed-upon signal to begin the procession of bridesmaids. Grace nodded at me and ducked back out of sight. Seconds later, they began moving up the aisle towards where we waited. The bridesmaids all looked lovely. Their gowns were light blue on top with darker blue skirts. They were all lovely young women, but I had eyes only for the Maid of Honor, my beautiful, unparalleled sister, Grace. Her lovely chestnut brown tresses were perfectly coiffed. Her hazel eyes sparkled at me as she took her place across from where I stood with Fleur. I could even smell the faintest hint of her favorite dusting powder. I wanted her so badly that it took all of my willpower to stay in place.
Suddenly, the sounds of "Here Comes the Bride" came over the hall's sound system, and the waiting guests all rose to their feet. I heard Fleur gasp in delight as her bride, my cousin Elizabeth, started to walk down the aisle on the arm of her older brother, Jack.
Jack looked so different now, I noted. Since he and Crystal had become a couple, he had lost the hard-bitten, grim look. Now, as he escorted his sister down the aisle, he looked so proud and happy that it was difficult to believe this was the same man that had told us all that horrible tale of his father's misdeeds just a few short months ago. It was good to see him find some peace and happiness. God knows he's earned that and more.
Elizabeth's face shown like the sun as she took her place next to Fleur. Her white wedding gown was a beautiful tribute to the seamstress's art. The bodice displayed just enough of the upper slopes of her bosom to be sexy without crossing the line into tackiness. The full skirt didn't have much of a train. It was decorated with abundant lacy panels. How I wished I could see my beloved Grace standing next to me in a dress like that! I'd slip a gold band on her finger and say 'I do,' and then - I quickly squashed that fantasy. This was my cousin's special day, and I had a job to do.
The lady that Fleur and Elizabeth had hired to perform the wedding ceremony didn't linger on superlatives, nor did she pontificate. Instead, she got to the point. At the proper moment, I carefully slipped the gold wedding band into the palm of Fleur's hand, and she, in turn, slipped it onto her beloved's ring finger.
"You may kiss the bride," came the traditional closing line.
Fleur delicately lifted Elizabeth's veil, and they shared a brief, but passionate kiss. Then the happy couple were moving back down the aisle, practically running in their haste.
"I hope they don't forget to stop for pictures before they break a world speed record on the way to their honeymoon!" Grace remarked as I took her arm to walk after them.
"Yeah," I replied. "After we spent all that time planning the reception, it would suck if they skipped it!"
But of course, they didn't sneak away in their haste (not that either of us truly thought that they would). Fortunately, though, the photographers didn't test the resolve of the newlyweds. After a mercifully brief photo session, they were off to the reception hall with the rest of the crowd close behind.
The reception was a real blowout! The DJ was excellent, as was the food. Best of all, though, was the sheer joy of holding Grace in my arms as we danced. The good thing about our love no longer being a secret - at least from our family - was that the two of us could be open with our displays of affection. Grace and I danced together, holding each other close as we swayed to the music. For once, we didn't care who saw us kissing and loving. It was a tiny slice of heaven for me to be able to be part of a couple with her in a semi-public setting like this.
But of course, this was a big party and I couldn't keep Grace to myself. Dad, Jack, and Fleur all danced with her. I took the opportunity to dance with the bride. Elizabeth seemed to almost float in my arms as we danced. The happiness radiated from her like beams of sunshine.
"You sure are a beautiful bride, Liza," I told her as I twirled her around. "Fleur is one lucky girl!"
"Aww, Kevin, you're making me blush," she said, and her face did indeed redden slightly. "Grace is lucky too!"
As the song ended, she leaned in and gently kissed me on the cheek.
"Someday, dear cousin, you will have this experience with Grace. My instincts tell me that your love will find a way, just like mine has."
"I think so too, Liza, I just don't know how -"
She cut off my sentence with a tight hug and another kiss on my cheek.
"Just have faith, sweetie!" She said, grinning happily. "I thought for a long time that I would never get to see this day, but look at me now! I'm married to the love of my life. Kevin, the love you share with Grace won't be denied. You two will be together forever, and I know in my heart that you will find a way to make your dreams come true."
"Thanks, Elizabeth," I said. She cocked her head as she looked into my eyes, probably trying to guess my mood. My use of her full proper name was unusual (by now you all know how I love to use affectionate nicknames). "Nothing is wrong, sweetheart, I'm just a little jealous of you and Fleur."
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I love you, Liza. I'm so glad to be able to celebrate this day with you," I told her.
She blushed again, and her eyes sparkled happily. Then, Fleur appeared at her side and swept her new wife into her arms. They shared a deep kiss. When they parted, Fleur gave me wolfish grin.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal this one away from you, dear Kevin," she said. " I must reclaim my bride! "
"Of course!" I said. The two of them made their way back to the dance floor just as a slow song began. I smiled at them, as well as at the other couples. Mom and Dad, Jack and Crystal...
"Hey Uncle Kev," a soft voice interrupted my observations. I glanced to my right and saw Kayla standing there, holding her hand out to me. I couldn't help noticing how much she had grown, recently. She was easily a foot taller; the top of her head reached my chest. In her heels, she could nearly reach my shoulder. Puberty was obviously making its mark on her. Her pretty dress clung to her frame tightly enough to show the beginnings of a woman's curves.
"Hi, Sweetheart," I greeted her. " you look absolutely gorgeous! "
"Flatterer!" she laughed. " how about a dance, while Aunt Grace is occupied? "
" I'd be delighted, my dear, " I said.
Kayla grinned happily up at me as I led her to the dance floor. The DJ played another slow song, and Kayla molded her body against mine as I put my arms around her. This made me slightly uncomfortable. It wasn't inappropriate. It was just...well, I'd known this beautiful child her whole life. I recognized that she was growing rapidly, but in my head, she was still the little girl I used to hold and read bedtime stories to. We danced close. As the song ended I leaned in and kissed her cheek.
She looked up at me, then gently brushed a tear from my cheek.
"Uncle Kevin, what's wrong?" she asked innocently.
" Nothing, Sweetie, " I assured her. "I can't help but notice that you're growing up. That's a good thing! But it's also just a tiny bit sad for me."
" Aahhh, " she said, and her face took on an understanding expression. No doubt she had heard similar statements before. Just then I felt a big beefy hand land on my shoulder.
"Hey, Kevin," came Jack's gruff voice. "Mind if I cut in? I'm going to let you have Grace back in trade."
"Well if I get my Gracie back, then I suppose it's a fair trade," I said, winking at Kayla.
" Well! " Kayla huffed in mock indignation. "You men are so fickle! To think you can trade me away so easily!"
