Meeting the Bride's family at the Wedding

We woke up the next morning a little hung over, a lot sticky, and for the other girls more than a little sore. We needed to get a move on if we were going to get Lacey to the chapel early enough for her to get ready. While Lacey and Jasmine got breakfast started I pulled Ping and Becky into the shower to get washed up. Ping ended up with another load for the road in the process, but that was just morning wood. I wasn't planning on spending all morning fucking the bridesmaids. It might sound like a lie and a joke, but I was planning on being on my best behavior during the wedding itself. Not out of any deference to the church, after you've knocked up at least one nun you sort of already end up on the wrong side of God, but because I wanted to save something for the reception, and the wedding night.

So we got dressed after the shower, ate what we could, then raced over to the church. We moved into the changing room and the make up artist got to work. I've never been one for make up or dresses myself so I was mostly just nodding along to the instructions and making what small talk I could. As the make up lady finished my face and moved onto Becky the door opened and in slipped Tessa, Lacey's mother. The woman was older than the last time I saw her obviously, but she barely looked it. She always had a great body, and it hadn't given up the fight to gravity just yet, though clearly her tits were struggling against the bra.

She glanced around the room before her eyes landed on me and she glared slightly.

"Well if it isn't the sex addict," she said in greeting. While my powers made her accept my actions as normal Tessa was always a lot more angry about them than most.

"Hey ya Mrs. Wilson," I greeted with a smile and a wave. Some part of me always got a laugh out of fucking around with people who didn't like me by being as nice as possible. Drives them nuts. "Long time no see."

"Not long enough," she grumbled before turning to her daughters. "I wish you'd reconsidered not having kids at this. It was harder than you'd think getting a babysitter for your sister."

"Mom you know kids ruin weddings," Lacey told her. "I didn't want to have to walk down the aisle to some kid whining."

"Which sister?" I asked. Lacey had a decently sized family and I was trying to run through them in my head to figure which would be young enough to need a babysitter still.

"Kaylie," her mother told me. "You know, the one _you _put in me."

Oh, right, yeah. I remembered that conversation well. Lacey's dad had gotten the snip a while before I got my powers, but I was as fertile as ever. One of the reasons Tessa never liked me was all the times I'd come over to hang out with Lacey and have Tessa fuck me once or twice. I didn't bother with rubbers for her like I did Lacey, and well not long after we graduated high school the logical consequences of things played out. Tessa was one of the first women I can remember actually knocking up. At least that I was told by them later. I'm sure one or two kids might have come before but I hadn't had my power long so honestly little Kaylie might be my first or second kid ever. I'd be second though. My own sister/daughter, Irene, was likely first since I knocked mom up during spring break my senior year, but that's a whole other story.

As I was reminiscing another voice sounded from outside the room.

"We're starting to seat guests, see you soon babe," Sam's voice called out. "If the bridesmaids are ready we'll get a few photos done."

Shrugging I stood and left with the other women while Lacey and her mom finished getting her set up. Outside the room stood Sam. She was less traditional about the whole dress thing so she was the one in a suit. She filled it out nicely, and I feel I deserve a lot of credit for not bending her over and fucking her while she was all dressed up. Instead she quickly introduced us to her parents, non-descript average people who looked like they were from a commercial about medication. Then, seemingly in an effort to destroy any hope I had of making it through the wedding without fucking someone she introduced us to two smoking hot blondes in criminally tight suits.

"Guys, these are my sisters May and April. And yes that is actually their names, my mom is weird."

"Twins?" Was all I managed to push out of my mouth given the mental strain I was having at the moment.

"Yep," Sam said with a smile. "And about to head off to college. They both got a scholarship to play soccer. Crazy right?"

"Sam," I told her as the bridesmaids started to introduce themselves to the girls. "As a wedding gift I'm gonna do you and them a favor, is that cool?"

"I guess, what favor?"

"When I fuck them after the wedding, and I will fuck them after wedding, likely a bunch of times, I'll pull out so they don't miss out on the scholarship."

"Oh cool, thank you," she smiled up at me. "I know you normally come inside and no one really worries about what happens afterwards since it's just a normal thing for you to do, but they'd be beyond heartbroken if they couldn't play. Did you hear that girls?"

"Yeah," April or May responded, looking at us. "Thanks Tara."

"You're welcome," I smiled before I held up a hand. "I do have one request in return though."

"What?"

"Tell me, have you guys ever heard of something called snowballing?"