This story - like many of those I have written - offers little or no physical descriptions of the characters. I purposefully try to keep things as vague as possible. It is also written in the first person. I do these things because I want this to be your story.
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My cousin's little girl, Millie, is getting married today.
Millicent and I have never behaved like cousins - but that's not because I'm only related to her by marriage. I consider her to be the daughter that my wife and I could never have.
Jane and I have always spoiled Millie more than the rest of my nieces, nephews, and cousins. Her mom and dad put up with it initially. Soon, it became almost expected. They have enough other children that me and Jane "borrowing" a kid from them almost went unnoticed. My wife and I spoiled the other kids too - but Millie definitely received the lion's share of our attention.
When Jane died, two years ago, I was lost. I turned into a hermit.
I'm only here, today, because Jane made me promise that - if Millie ever got engaged - I'd deliver this package. Since today is Millie's wedding day, it's my last chance to keep my promise.
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I arrived at the dressing room to find my wife's favorite cousin and the bridesmaids standing outside of the door.
"See if you can talk to her," Sara told me.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Cold feet," she replied, opening the door and shoving me inside.
Millie was bawling. She was standing there in her bra, panties, garters, and white stockings. Her face was buried in her hands. She was bawling her eyes out.
Her hair was done up with baby's breath and other frilly shit. She looked like a beauty pageant queen - a very sad beauty pageant queen. I hurried over and wrapped my arms around her. She started to shove me away and then realized it wasn't her mom and looked up at me.
"I can't do it," she gushed, wrapping her arms around my ribs and holding tight, continuing to cry.
We held each other forever. She finally quieted.
"You finally out of hiding, old man?" she said, smiling at me through her tears.
"I wouldn't even be here now, except that I promised your Aunt Jane I'd give you this."
I handed her the box. It was white, about four inches square, with a gold ribbon tied around it.
She dried her eyes enough to see what I had and took it. She untied the ribbon and opened the box. Her eyes widened a little. I could tell there was more than one thing inside but I had never looked. She pulled out a note, closed the box and unfolded the paper.
When she had finished reading, she asked me, "Have you opened this?"
"She told me not to," I replied.
"Did you?"
"No."
"So, you have no idea what this says?"
"Nope."
She handed me the note.
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Beautiful, baby girl:
I have a word of advice for you - and a gift - if you will accept it. You know what? Let's call it a loan.
I love you so much and I wish I could be there right now.
Whatever you do, sweet girl, don't settle for a husband who doesn't really love you.
Find someone who loves you just the way you are - and treats you like a queen.
If you're like me, you'll find that most of them want you to change.
Their words may not say it - but their actions will show it.
Luckily, I found this idiot standing here.
If you've found someone who loves you for who you are, I'm so happy for you. I wish you all the best.
If you feel like you're having to settle for "the best you can get", I want you to walk away right now.
If you think you need a man, take this oaf.
"Someone old, someone new, someone borrowed, someone.."
I'll let you finish the poem yourself but it should involve cunnilingus.
He's pretty good. Tell him what makes you cum. He's trainable.
The rings are for both of you.
I love you, Millicent Anne.
I love both of you - and I want you both to be happy.
Take good care of my property until you return him to me.
p.s. I had the rings sized for you but, if they don't fit anymore, resize them.
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Millie opened the box and showed me the rest of the contents: an engagement ring and wedding ring for her -- and my old wedding band. I had wondered what she'd done with it.
"Your dad's gonna kill me," I said.
"So, you WILL marry me?" Millie asked, watching my face closely.
"I've never thought of you as anything more than my little..."
"You love me though?" she asked.
"Of course I do, baby girl."
"Don't move," she ordered.
She put the note back in the box and closed it. She darted over to the door, opened it, leaned out, grabbed her mom, pulled her inside, and closed the door again. She brought her mom over to stand by me and handed her the box.
"Uncle John just gave me this. It's from Aunt Jane - but you'll see that."
My wife's cousin opened the box, looked at the contents, removed the note, and read it slowly -- twice. She folded it back up and put it back into the box, returning it to Millie.
"The wedding's off?" she asked her daughter.
"Aunt Jane..." Millie began.
"I get it, baby," her mother told her. "I know you've felt like you were having to settle. You've told me that multiple times. You've been beating yourself up for months."
Turning to me, she asked, "You waited until today?"
"I didn't know what was in it. Today was my last chance to keep my promise to your cousin."
"Have you even left the house these last two years?" she asked me.
"I go to work... most of the time."
"You read the note?"
I nodded, unsure about what else to do or say.
"You okay with this?"
"I told Millie that I've only ever thought of her as a daughter."
"Mom!" Millie interrupted - or tried.
"Just wait, baby girl," she said, holding a finger up in front of her youngest.
"Jane loved you," she told me emphatically.
I nodded and said, "And I loved her."
"And you've hermitted yourself away for two years, gaining what?"
"I don't know. I've got nothing left to live for. Jane's..."
"Well, now you've got something to live for, dumbass," she growled. "Will you love her?"
"I already love her, I just..."
"Will you at least try to honor Jane's request?"
"You know I will," I told her.
Turning to her daughter she said, "Sell me."
Millie's face immediately started glowing with excitement. She took a breath and began.
"Nobody has ever loved me more than you and dad," she began.
"Except Aunt Jane and Uncle John," her mom finished.
"Exactly."
"He's old," Sara said. "His pecker probably doesn't even work anymore."
"Mom! You and dad still fuck every night," Millie said. "You always tell me that marriage isn't about sex anyway. "
"You'll need somebody to take your cherry. You want this old fucker doing it?"
Millie's eyes shot to mine; I found something interesting on the floor to look at.
"More than anybody else in the world.." she said softly. "Who else will treat me like a queen?"
It got really quiet in the large room. I continued staring at the floor, contemplating my life-choices - and the shoes I'd had kept for far too long.
"How soon do you want to get married?" Sara asked her. "Public or private? Small or large?"
I looked up at Millie's face. My beautiful little girl. The young woman who was convincing her mother that I should be her husband?
"Let's just call things off for today," Millie said. "Uncle John and I can court until he proposes. We'll figure the rest out then."
"As chaotic as the rest of this day is about to become," her mother replied, "I think that's probably a good plan. For now, only the three of us should know about Aunt Jane's gift."
Millie nodded.
Sara looked at me.
"I'm still not sure this is a good idea," I sighed.
"As much as I agree, it's been well over two years since I've seen my little girl smile like she is right now," she replied.
I looked at Millicent. She was smiling. She was beautiful.
She stepped up to me. "I want a kiss," she told me.
I kissed her nose and hugged her.
"No, old man. Kiss me like you want to spend time with me."
"I always enjoy spending time with you, sweet baby girl."
"Then why did you abandon me for the last two years? Do you know how close I just came to settling for somebody who doesn't love me half as much as you?"
Sara turned to her, and said, "That's not fair..."
I interrupted, "No, she's right. I shouldn't have walked away."
"Damn right," Millie said. "Now. About that kiss."
I released the hug, took hold of her hands, and leaned in to give her a little peck on the lips.
She pouted.
"What? You want to skip first, second, and third base and just have me shove my dirty, old cock into you?"
Her eyes brightened and I interrupted whatever she was about to say. "You said we'd court first. I'll give you one more kiss and then you can plan our first date - right after you tell your fiancé that the wedding is off."
I cupped her cheeks in my hands, looked into her eyes, and gave her a tender kiss.
She sighed heavily, and said, "That's better."
"On that happy note," I said, smirking, "I think I'll disappear before the fireworks begin."
Sara surprised me by wrapping me in a strong hug.
"Don't be a stranger, old man," she said, grinning, before giving me a peck on the lips. "Jane must've known you'd disappear."
"She knew me pretty well," I admitted, giving my wife's cousin a squeeze. "Please don't hate me."
"I couldn't," she said, releasing me.
"Not even if I'm thinking about sticking my dirty old pecker in your little girl?" I asked.
"If I know, you, you old buzzard, you're planning some superbly magical get-away for your first date. Start simple, John. You know what Millie likes but you're starting a new relationship."
"Maybe I should date Millie's super-smart gorgeous mom instead," I said, smiling at her.
"I'm already taken, sweet-talker. Save that bullshit for my little girl."
I kissed her cheek and we gave each other another little squeeze before she sent me out the door.
