It was way earlier than he usually came back from the bar. I got up instantly, as I didn’t want him seeing me all fragile like that. I had decided t...o talk to him openly, explain that I wasn’t afraid, or hurt, or angry. Much the opposite, I wanted to hug him, tell him it was alright, and that I felt for him having all this anger bottled up inside. I also thought about, depending on how the conversation went, to tell him how I felt. Maybe, we could work this out. We could be alright, once. I pulled down my T-shirt to cover my pressure in the trousers before reaching the kitchen. My aunt gave me towels and led me to the bathroom. I was seeing my cousin, who was studying in a place very far from her home and staying in a hostel, after a long time. I noticed her bodily changes. She is no more that lean girl who was bathing with me in this bathroom. She now has some flesh all over her body. Breasts are small yet attractive. Buttocks exactly fit her body. Standing under the shower, I. She was little ruffled by the turn of events and she called her. My cousin woke up as if from a trance and tried to run but my massi caught hold of her and kissed her on her lips. And her virgin lips had the first taste of semen that is mine from my massi mouth. She smacked her lips in anticipation and said that she never expected that incest existed in India and thought that it was only on some of the porn websites which she was surfing. Now she had the full view of my dick which was now hard. The boys were in beige. Dave wore a black tux with a beige cummerbund; I got stuck in a beige tux with a dark purple cummerbund. I looked absurd. Thankfully Lorraine took the curse off of most of it by telling everyone that I was Dave's brother - a story he and I gratefully stuck to.Overall, everything went well. The wedding was at a local church. Then four million assholes invaded my home to eat and drink like they'd never seen food before.The boys officially had the day off, but apparently.