The last family wedding I attended, despite it's Beverly Hillbillies theme, was nice in that it was a small, outdoor affair. Caitlin's was not. Though I appreciated the fact that all the guests seemed to be wearing shoes, always a plus, I was astounded at how many people were in attendance. Between Cait's friends and Greg's friends and family there had to be at least two hundred guests milling about in the common areas of the little hall they had booked for both the service and reception. Needless to say my skin was crawling and I had to sneak away from the crowd for a bit. Hanging a left at the bathrooms I wandered down the hall and mercifully the din began to fade, and soon, silence. Happy to be

able to think and breathe again I smiled and leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes for just a moment and reveling in the brief moment of 'me' time.

When I opened my eyes I caught a flash of white at the far end of the hall near the building's offices, which I would have sworn looked like a wedding dress. By the time I turned my head to get a proper look it was gone, and I heard the familiar sound of a door closing. The rooms set aside for the bridal party were on the opposite side of the reception hall, so curiosity getting the better of me I made my way up the hall, slowing near each door I stopped when I heard a somewhat stressed sounding female voice. I grasped the knob and turned it slowly, poking my head into the room, as though that was truly less intrusive than just barging in. The room was small, furnished only with a table and a half dozen chairs, probably where the staff met with clients to hammer out the details of the various events held at the hall. Caitlin was pacing the length of the room, alternating between chewing on her right thumbnail and talking to herself. I paused for just a moment, stunned at how beautiful she looked. Now, Caitlin was always beautiful, barely 5'05" with a thin build, small but proportionate breasts, a pert little ass, long brown hair and eyes so blue I had on more than one occasion had to mentally kick myself while talking to her to avoid getting lost in them. That day though, in that dress, she was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I had to attribute it more to her own distraction than any mad ninja skills on my part, but she never noticed me open the door the rest of the way and step into the room.

"Cait, are you okay?" I asked hesitantly.

She jumped slightly when I spoke, and spun to face me. The look in her eyes were equal parts 'leave me alone' and 'save me!' For a moment we just stood there looking at one another. Hearing footsteps I turned and glanced out into the hallway, I couldn't see anyone, they were likely still around the corner, occasionally I heard a knock and a door opening. I when I turned to face Cait again her eyes were wide. I quietly closed the door and depressed the lock button in the middle of the knob, cursing the click it made when the lock engaged. Amazing how loud a little sound like that seem when you want to be quiet. I raised a finger to my lips in the traditional "shhhhh' gesture and winked at her, following it up with what I hoped was a reassuring smile. The footsteps grew closer, and we braced ourselves. There was a knock at the door, and someone wiggled the knob.

"Caitlin?" A voice called, it was Lisa, Cait's mother and my wife's older sister. Jen was closer to Lisa that her other sisters, and as a result I'd known Caitlin for most of her life. I'd watched her grow from an adorable little girl of seven,who insisted upon wearing pajamas EVERYWHERE, to a stunning young woman of twenty-two, who broke hearts all over St. John's County when she consented to marry Greg.

When there was no answer Lisa tried to turn the knob again before continuing down the hall, We listened to her footfalls, and as they grew more and more faint I realized

that we each had an ear pressed against the inside of the door. When we could no longer hear anything she looked up at me.

"Thanks," she said quietly.

She tried to smile, but was clearly too distressed to pull it off.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

She pressed her lips together and shook her head no, but after a moment and a deep breath she said, "I'm supposed to be happy right?"

I wanted to answer, but I wasn't sure what to say. I felt my mouth open as though to speak, and lord knows what would have come out of it, but she saved me from whatever knee-jerk answer I might have given by turning and resuming her pacing.

"I mean, I want to be happy...I thought I'd be happy...It's the day every little girl dreams of right?"

I nodded, presuming she was correct. I'd never actually been a little girl, nor had I conducted a comprehensive survey of little girls on the topic of wedding days, but I trusted her judgment in this matter.

"I love him, when he's not driving me crazy, but do I really want to spend the rest of my life with him? I'm not sure I want to spend the rest of the day with him right now."

She looked at me with pleading eyes, and I wished I had the answers for her. She was wringing her hands and fiddling compulsively with her engagement ring. She saw me

notice and looked down at the ring, glaring at it for a moment as though the ring itself was to blame for her current problems. I reached out and took her hands, enveloping them in mine and covering the offending jewelry. She looked back up at me and before I realized it I was talking.

"Sweetie, you're not supposed to be anything. Whatever you're feeling is what's right for you. You can't get hung up on what you think you are supposed to feel or supposed to do, you need to think about what will make you happy, not what the world thinks should make you happy."

I stopped myself before I could ramble any further, I felt helpless. I wanted to fix it, to reassure her that everything was going to be okay, or to sweep her up and help her make good her escape, but it was nothing I could fix, whatever she did had to be her decision. What she did do, much to my surprise, was pull her hands gently from between mine, wrap her arms around my waist, and lay her head on my chest. I put my arms around her and held her against me, it was a supportive gesture, but even at the time I couldn't help but think of how nice it felt. I kissed the top of her head, then rested my cheek against her hair. She hugged my more tightly, and I breathed deeply, taking in the scent of her. She sighed contentedly, and the sound of it made my heart swell. I knew that the feelings I was having for Cait were wrong, but I consoled myself with the fact that though she had grown up calling me Uncle Todd she was really no more related to me than any of a thousand strangers I passed in traffic on any given day. I was momentarily lost in the joy of holding her, even under these circumstances, when she spoke again.

"You know, I had such a crush on you when I was a little girl." she told me, and.

"I've had a crush on you since I stopped seeing you as a little girl," I responded before I could stop myself.

I braced myself for the condemnation that I thought for sure would soon follow, but to my continued surprise, it didn't.

"When was that?" she asked, her head still resting against my chest.

"The afternoon of Brittany's wedding," I told her quietly, " you were crossing the lawn, walking away from your mom's house, the light was just so that I could see the outline of your body through the fabric of your dress. You smiled at me, not knowing the thoughts that were suddenly racing through my mind, I looked into your eyes and knew that you would never again be 'little Cait' to me again. In that moment I fell in love with you, and my heart broke for knowing that you could never be mine."

The little voice in my head, that one that usually drops me subtle hints that something was not a good idea, was screaming at me through a bull horn to shut up. I've been told that just because something's true doesn't necessarily mean you should SAY it, and my heart pounded in my chest as I imagined the ramifications of this one moment of

uncontrolled honesty. I expected her to push me away, to run screaming from the room, but she didn't. She nuzzled her head against my chest, and squeezed me tightly

for a moment.

"I didn't know," she said, "I wish I had."

I stood there, my mouth tightly closed for fear of what might come out of it next.

"But I guess if I had it wouldn't have made a difference," she went on, "It's not like I could have told you I felt the same way, there was nothing that we could do about it. I know how much you love Aunt Jenny, and I could never do something like that to her." she said sadly.

"She knows," I said, "I told her a couple years ago, we were talking about fantasies, and I admitted to her my complete infatuation with you."

Cait lifted her head from my chest and looked at me in shock. I had to suppress a smile, in a way it was nice to see her react in a way I expected.

"Wha...I mean, how did she react, what did she SAY?" she asked, clearly still unable to believe that I would make such an admission.

"As it turns out," I replied, suddenly more at ease, "she was incredibly turned on by the idea."

Cait's eyes narrowed a bit and she slowly drew up the slack in her jaw as she processed the image of Jen sitting there getting aroused as I confessed my attraction.

Eventually though she seemed to reconcile herself with the idea, and for a moment we stood there, looking at each other. The unreality of the situation was staggering. Like something out of a poorly written romance novel or internet porn. But there we were, hearts unburdened and lost in each other's eyes. Things had already gone well past prudent, and propriety was a distant signpost shrinking away behind us as we seemingly raced for the horizon. I recall thinking that there was nothing to be lost at this point by taking things a step further. Funny how that works when you're staring into a set of perfect blue eyes.

I leaned forward, slowly, deliberately, giving her every opportunity in the world to say stop. She didn't. I tilted my head to the side, and felt electricity as my nose grazed

hers. She closed her eyes, and her breath caught in her chest just before our lips touched. It was a gentle kiss, so was the second, and the third, but after that the

floodgates opened wide, and years of repressed passion poured forth from both of us.

As our tongues explored each others mouths, our hands began exploring each other's bodies. Earlier I couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than when I saw her in that wedding gown, now I was cursing the restrictive and voluminous garment that kept me from touching her the way I needed to, but while I was fighting the urge to start unlacing the back of her bodice I realized that she was roughly unfastening my belt. The belt undone she went to work unbuttoning my pants, and a few, seemingly eternal seconds later, her hand slid down into my underwear and grasped my cock.

As long as I had ached for her touch I'm surprised I didn't cum right then and there, but someone was smiling down upon me and I was saved that embarrassing American Pie moment of indignity. I began gathering fabric until I finally reached the bottom hem of her dress and slipped my hands underneath. She had opted for the somewhat traditional choice of stockings and a garter belt, so my fingertips were immediately treated to the feeling of her bare thighs. The g-string was decidedly less traditional, but

there were no complaints from me as my palms rested against the supple flesh of her ass.

I guided her backwards toward the table, and with a force of will I thought I might not have, I took my right hand from beneath her dress and pulled out one of the chairs, turning it to face us. She realized my intent and pulled my pants and underwear down, leaving me completely exposed below the waist, my pants pooled around my ankles. We turned in place, our mouths barely parting as I sat down on the old wooden chair. She helped me lift her dress as she moved forward and straddled my lap. I slipped two fingers inside the front fabric of her panties and pulled them to the side as she descended, guiding my cock to, and then inside her wet pussy.

As I slid all the way into her our kissing slowed, we drank each other in, where moments before we were eating each other alive. She rested her forearms on my shoulders and rocked back and forth in my lap. I kept my hands planted firmly on either side of her waist, controlling the pace of things as not to let them end too soon.

Our heads turned in unison as we heard someone jiggle the doorknob again, we never ceased in out lovemaking as we stared at the door and listened with no small amount of amusement as Caitlin's mother called out to her again.

"Cait honey are you in there?"

I could only imagine the look on Lisa's face if she were to get the door open at that moment, looking in to find her baby girl on one of her sister's husband's lap, wedding dress half bunched between us, half hanging down over my bare legs, the wooden chair creaking in time with her gyrations.

The chair...

I hadn't thought about the chair. While we had had the good sense to stay quiet ourselves, we had not had the good sense to stop having sex, and now the heretofore unnoticed creaking of the chair seemed deafening. Yet we did not stop, we continued watching the door, and when we heard Lisa walk away again we faced each other.

Shes probably going to find someone with a key, Cait said as a devilish grin crossed her face, we should hurry.

Rocking became almost bouncing as she increased the tempo, her eyes closed and her head lolled back. The possibility of getting caught only added to the excitement, and a couple minutes later I was cumming inside of her. I squeezed her ass and held her tightly against me, keeping myself inside of her as my orgasm took me. A broad smile covered her face as she leaned forward again and looked into my eyes. She attacked my mouth with hers, then quickly got up off of my lap. I stood up and we both laughed quietly as I frantically pulled up my underwear and pants.

As I finished fastening my belt she moved closed the gap between us and wrapped her arms around me again. I held her tightly, and after a quiet moment she asked me

"What do I do now?"

The possibilities were many and ran the gamut from delightful to heartbreaking.

"Well, as I said earlier, its up to you," I started, "on the one hand you could go through with the wedding." I told her, "and I admit there would be something of a twisted thrill in watching you walk down the aisle to marry with the evidence of our fun running down your inner thigh,

but there's always the option of you and I sneaking out the back door, thats my personal preference by the way."

She looked torn. "I like that second one too, but its bad enough we just had SEX, I couldnt do that to Aunt Jenny."

I almost laughed out loud. "Sweetie, the only thing Jen would be upset about so far today is that we didnt include her."

Momentarily perplexed, a look of comprehension crept across her face and I went on.

"You know shes into girls," she nodded, "well since I started sharing my 'Cait' related fantasies with her, well, lets just stay that youre not Little Caitlin to her anymore either," I finished with a wink.

She seemed to ponder the implications for a moment, then gave me a quick kiss.

"Okay, lets go," she said as she turned toward the door and grabbed my hand, "we can call Aunt Je...we can call Jen once we're a few blocks away."

I glanced back over my shoulder as we made it out the back door, our getaway was clean. We ran for almost five minutes before stopping in a shady spot. I fished my phone out of my pocket and sent Jen a quick text;

'The weddings off, Caits with me, meet us at Village Inn, dont tell Lisa!'

We walked the last few blocks to Village Inn, and I texted Jen the high points, shortly after we arrived she and Alex pulled up in the Mini.

"Hi honey," I said sheepishly as she got out of the car.

She looked at the two of us with both hope and fear in her eyes,

"You're sure about this?" she asked. The question was of course addressed to Caitlin, she knew I was sure.

Cait nodded.

"You're really sure, about all of it, you, him, me?" She asked again.

Caitlin walked up to her, placed a hand on the side of her head, and pulled her down into a long, smoldering kiss.

"Every bit of it,

without a doubt,

you

him

me. Im sure," Cait told her.

"Todd Eric, I know I dont really need to ask, but,"

 Jen said.

"I'm sure," I told her, "though we're pretty likely going to be off Lisa's Christmas card list..."

Brief laughter broke the tension. With a wink and a smile I motioned for them to get into the car. Jen gave Cait a quick kiss, stuck her tongue out at me, and climbed into the back seat , (there was no way all of that dress was going to fit into the rear of the Mini,) and I led Cait around to the passenger seat. As I climbed behind the wheel I knew that there were going to be some rough days ahead, but as Caitlin's hand came to rest atop mine on the gear selector, I knew that somehow we'd make it through.