Broken Bonds versexoropherion

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*warning may/will contain misogynistic and homophobic scenes*
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June 26th had finally come and would be marked down as one of the most important days of Michelle's life. After five years of going steady, her and her girlfriend had finally tied the knot. The ceremony was small and quaint held at a small vendor just a mile from the beach. There had only been about fifty guests, which were mostly friends and a little bit of mixed family. It had been a long year of planning and organizing with her wedding coordinator, but in the end the stress and frustration had boiled to this day and it had been worth it. There had been only a few small hiccups that Chell's bridesmaid's had quickly handled, but otherwise the whole ceremony had gone smoothly. She had walked down the aisle in her beautiful mermaid dress to meet her soon-to-be wife at the alter, who had gone with a white jumpsuit that had looked stunning on her. They had a friend who was a local judge officiate the wedding and they had stood there, hand in hand, listening to the speech before they finally got to their vows. They had both been emotional expressing their love and devotion to one another, but then they had exchanged rings and shared their first official kiss as a wedded couple followed by the shouts and cheers from their guests. Chell couldn't be happier as she walked with Nora back down the aisle, arm in arm, beaming as she waved to everyone who had chosen to come here and support them. Both of them had family that didn't support their relationship and choices so the family that did come was very important to them.

After the initial ceremony, the two wives had separated. Nora had gone ahead to meet their guests at the after party while Chell changed out of her wedding gown. She didn't want to mess it up around the food and drinks, plus it would be much more comfortable to dress in the short champagne dress she had gotten for this part of the day. Dinner had been delicious and the drinks refreshing from the bar and everyone there seemed in great spirit. As she sat at the main table with Nora, many of the guests came up to talk and congratulate them. Every now and then, Chell would get up and walk around and talk with them, some of them being her two nephews, Liam and Logan. She had honestly been surprised the two had wanted to come, figuring this was not really their kind of scene, but there they were and they seemed to be having a decent time as they sat with her sister and their father. The boys were like two peas in a pod, rather close and always getting into some sort of mischief together. Logan was a little more laid back in comparison to his older brother, and possibly a little better behaved. Especially considering the many little run ins that Liam had had with law enforcement over the years. Hence why he had been on house arrest for a while, but with Chell's connections she had been able to get him allowance to be at her wedding. It wasn't the first time she had bailed him out of trouble.

Chell adored her nephews. Since she and Nora hadn't really decided if they had wanted children themselves, they had been the closest thing she got to it. Plus what aunt didn't love their siblings children? No matter how naughty they could be. She had often babysat them while her sister and brother-in-law worked or went on dates. She considered herself the fun aunt, the one they could trust to come to with any problems and she wouldn't judge them for it. In her eyes, Liam seemed to be especially the most fond of her, but she sometimes joked it was because she was the one to come pick him up whenever he got himself into trouble. Thankfully, Logan himself seemed to have his limits despite admiring his older brother and tagging along when it wouldn't get him into too much serious trouble. It was incredible to see what amazing and handsome young men they had turned out to be and when her and Liam had shared a dance, she was in awe in just how much height he had gained. She had even joked with him saying, "I'm gonna have to talk to your mother about what she's feeding you. You are getting too damn tall. How am I suppose to wrestle ya now?" She had laughed cheerfully, fond of the memories of her on the living room tussling with the boys, where she had once been able to wrestle them to the ground and win, but slowly and surely began to lose as they had grown. Now there was no doubt in her mind that Liam could win easily.

The end of the night had finally come and while she was supposed to leave with Nora to have their first night wedded together and then start their honeymoon tomorrow, there had risen a brief issue with transportation. Her sister, brother-in-law, and Logan had left about an hour ago while Liam had stayed behind. The boy's mother had given up on arguing with him when he was in a mood and with him being drunk, they figured it was best to give him some time to sober up. Hopefully. All her other guests were slowly returning to either their hotel rooms or heading home and Chell didn't want to leave her drunk nephew to the wind in hopes that he'd make it home safely. With a brief talk with Nora, who wasn't too keen on the idea but eventually gave in, Chell had decided she'd drive her nephew to her home. Maybe taking the long way with a cold wind on his face would help sober him up faster so that he wouldn't be a nuisance. He could stay there a night then she could get him a ride home in the morning before she and Nora left. Chell saw her wife off with a quick kiss and a brief hug as she whispered into her ear, "I promise I'll be there soon. I'm sure he'll pass out soon from how much he's drinking so he shouldn't be a problem tonight." She smiled, squeezed her wife's hand then retrieved her nephew from the bar.

"And that's the end of that, Lie. You'll give yourself alcohol poisoning at the rate you're going and I can't have that on my wedding night." Chell lightly scolded with a smirk on her face because she found she could never be too hard on him. He sort of had her wrapped around his finger since he was a baby. Hooking her arm with his, she gave him a strong tug. "Lead me to my car? After all you owe me now. I should be heading home with my wife and making love ya know?" She teased, knowing it would probably gross him out and if it did, she'd laugh at the face he would make. She patted his arm as they made their way into the dark and now mostly empty parking lot. All the gifts and decorations had already been packed up and would be taken care of thanks to her friends, which she made a mental note to send gratitude cards to everyone after the honeymoon. When he tried to head for the driver side of the car, she clicked her tongue and dragged him around to the passenger door. "Yeah as if I'd trust your drunk ass right now to drive. Get in and sober up." She laughed and slapped his arm as she pried herself away and walked around to get in the driver's seat. She fiddled in her small purse for a second to find the keys, tossing a few loose auburn strands of hair back out of her face as she started the car. She was a little disheveled looking from all of the dancing, but she was flushed and happy.

"I would say I'm grateful that you wanted to stay longer than your parents and brother, but I'm thinking you only wanted to stay for the free booze and not for me?" Chell snickered as she pulled away from the vendor and began taking off down the street. She would take the slower path, give him some time to cool down, which she helped by rolling down his window. "And if you feel like getting sick, please do it out the window."

 

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Liam Kalder was happy to be out of the house.

The wedding was beautiful by any measure, but to the young man, he had never seen anything prettier than the bar. Especially after having been on house arrest for three weeks already. It was a pretty fair sentence. But it was stupid he was caught. He would take the veritable slap on the wrist for being associated with a drug running gang instead of being implied at the one who organized it. Somehow he had taken the rap for about ten percent they found, and diverted attention from the remaining wares, that hit the streets hard. He had credits to cash whenever he got out, but it was absolute agony having to stay home with mom and his simp step dad. At least Logan was fun, even though he also got tiring after a while. But Lie had to stick it out since the only reason he got this lenient sentence, was because the judge knew his aunt.

Nothing was official, and there was a possibility Michelle had never spoken to the man about Liam, but just Liam's connection to her was likely why he wasn't in jail right now. Given the bastard judge was part of the ceremony, people figured it was safe to have the young hooligan attend.

And he behaved. In that he didn't run. He loved Chell. Nora had established early that she didn't like him, especially since he had his growth spurt, but he usually didn't care. As much as he appreciated Chell, he didn't see her very much anymore. He hung out when he could, but between his new loyalties and the family at large, not to mention Logan trailing after him, there was just no time. So he was happy to get this night with her. And to get to let loose a bit. That's probably why he overdid it. He knew he shouldn't, but being cooped up at home and having to be on his best behavior had fucking drained him. The first taste of vodka had been too good. He even had Logan try some, but as always, his little brother ducked out before it got too much. Logan was good at that, and Liam had always tried not to push him too much about it. Admittedly, lately, some of that sympathy and sense of responsibility for the youngest Kalder was fading. Maybe he thought Logan should be growing up, especially since he liked talking about what Liam did, enough.

He thought he was doing well until aunt Chell came to him. Her tall nephew was dressed in a suspiciously well fitted black suit, with a midnight blue shirt. The kind of tailoring that must have cost a pretty penny. The tie, which he had worn for her special day, was stuffed into his jacket pocket, and his shirt was three buttons undone. If anyone else had come to him like this, he would have swatted at them or worse, but even through the fog of alcohol, he knew to listen, and trust his favorite family member. Alcohol poisoning? This wasn't even the start of a bender, to him. But yeah, maybe he was buzzing a bit.

He held her to him once she initiated, and pulled his arm closer, and her in turn. He had really liked her in a wedding dress, and, as always lately, had thought inappropriate thoughts. When these events happened, it was usually easy for him to get away and sample the female offerings, but he had been too busy catching up on liver damage. He had been hoping for more time, since his closest family left, but here he was, being herded. Aunt Chell smelled good, and he buried his face in her well done-up hair on their way. He chuckled and extended his tongue at the comment of her and Nora. It was a face that was usually more sinister, if not downright threatening, but to her it may just look youthful and put-off. "Hey, if you want, I'm here for the show." Her and Nora. It was a bit of a strange joke, but strange thoughts were welling up inside him. It was about that time in his stupor that people got fucked, or fucked up. He thought about Michelle and Nora some times. It was both torture and tantalizing. By what he'd seen from their relationship, it was obvious who wore the strap. He thought it was such a waste of his beautiful aunt.

After her rejection of his driving, he went around the car, swaying a bit, and slammed his ass down in the seat next to hers. He even closed the door himself. But no belt as she started the car. In here, the entire space was filled up with her perfume. He sighed with delight when she opened the window for him, though, her red cheeked nephew reclined next to her as the wind made his black hair flutter from its still somewhat intact back-do and tugged at the already open shirt. His neck was long, leading down into the split blue fabric, and his sternum.

"Couldn't it have been both?" he asked, laughing to himself and rolling his head against the head of the seat. He had liked the booze, obviously, but not more than her. Especially when he held her against him during the dance. He had to try hard not to pop her tits out of that dress, or grab her ass before the music ended. The air from the window was clearing his mind. His family didn't know about the second wind he'd get around this time of night, no matter what he'd put in his body. He looked at the road coming at them, striped in streetlights. He huffed and looked her over. Her dress was lovely. He waved away the thought of him getting sick. He could hold his drink.

And then the light mood in the vehicle changed. Maybe it was the asphalt rushing by that he knew so well, or maybe the night just changed him, given how many memories he'd made in it, but he felt empowered here. Like there was a second self waiting to fill him up. He was steady, despite his hazed eyes. "Don't stop, Michelle." his voice was flawless, delivering the order. He unzipped. If she wanted to explain it with his drunkeness she could, but her nephew still produced a fat, long slab of meat out of the black slacks. The balls were heavy, hanging out, and he had no trouble starting to jerk that obese cock. He groaned and it lead into an exhale like he'd already cum, but it was just the pleasure of getting to air out his dick. He had done it in an almost absurdly natural way.

His other hand reached out to her, grabbing her thigh, as though to tell her to keep driving. But maybe, as he was jerking off slowly, that dark mass rising, lifting a bulbous, dark head, it was something else, too. He could easily reach the naked part of her thigh and squeeze it, as the car, despite the window opened, filled with the scent of his young sweat and hormonal, intimate musk. Bet Nora couldn't give her that. "Keep driving." he insisted, and, indeed like he was threatening her, though his eyes were a bit softer from the stupor. And, if she made any real sign of disobeying, the hand would slide up from where it massaged the inside of her leg, up under her skirts. "I just want you to know what a real cock looks like before your joke of a wedding night." he said earnestly, casual, like they were just talking about life, and anything else he could trust her with. He chuckled and looked at the road instead of her, got comfortable, and jerked himself a little faster. He was fully hard now, and even from where he sat, his cock slapped the lid of the glove compartment when his hand moved it.

He had always thought he saw something in his aunt that could blossom if he took away her soft and perfect life, and introduced her to some of his. Yeah. He was pretty sure he could get her to do anything he wanted. The assumption was amplified by the open bar, but those thoughts had always stirred in him, that power he had over her, and now, he wondered what other things she'd let him get away with. Maybe the house arrest had made him a bit more of a beast than he thought. But he sure as fuck wasn't going to let his pretty aunt get wasted on that fuck Nora. And he was three weeks in his dry spell, and kind of thought it was her fault for being part of the deal with the judge, even if the alternative would have been worse for him.

 

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Inviting Liam to her wedding was a bit like gambling. One could never know how the cards would fold and he could either behave and let the ceremony go as smoothly as she hoped, or he could make it chaotic. Nora and even some of her extended family had warned her of the idea of inviting him, but Chell hadn’t listened. He was her nephew and just because he got caught in some legal trouble and bad behavior didn’t mean he didn’t deserve to celebrate her big day along with the rest of them. No one was perfect and he was young, impressionable, and just because he did some questionable things now didn’t mean he couldn’t change and have a better future. Chell had seen many people come up from rock bottom and all they needed was someone who supported and believed them. She would be that rock for Liam, no matter the cost, and so far the gamble had worked out as he hadn’t done anything to disrupt the wedding at all.

Though Liam was clearly on his way towards complete inebriation. It seemed his favorite area of the wedding had been the bar. As much as she disapproved of the idea of him getting himself blackout drunk and ruining his liver, at least it kept him occupied so that way he didn’t get on Nora’s bad side. A chuckle left her lips as she approached him and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, his height making her have to lift her arm a fraction to do so. He tugged her against his side in return and she openly laughed at the expression he had about her jest about wedding night. His retort made her snort and slap him on the arm. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” It was just a joke, to her at least, because there was no way she’d allow it for many reasons and mostly because it was just wrong as Liam was her nephew!

Chell was grateful Liam didn’t put up a fight as she guided him out of the venue and towards her car, even smirking when he pouted when he wasn’t allowed to drive. At least he was able to seat himself and close the door on his own, proving he wasn’t completely out of the game yet. As she began to drive away, she looked amused at his counterpoint. “I suppose it could be both.” But she knew he chose to be there more for her than the alcohol. That was just a fine bonus. Even though she was eager to get home to her wife and spend the evening with her, it did feel good to spend some one on one time with Liam. Since his house arrest and court, it had been a while since they had gotten together just to hang out and talk. Perhaps that was why Liam had gotten himself in trouble in the first place. It made her feel a little bit guilty.

It was quiet for a bit as she drove, taking it easy because she wanted to give Liam time to cool down and sober up and because it was night so she drove extra careful anyways. It wouldn’t do to get into an accident on her wedding night. She glanced out the corner of her eye as Liam spoke smoothly, ordering her not to stop driving and huffed with amusement. “Wasn’t planning on it.” She mused as she looked ahead once more, only for a strange sound to make her brows scrunch up in confusion. She looked back over at her nephew to see he had unzipped his slacks and had pulled his cock out, a fat large thing that seemed so unnatural for a young man like himself, and felt heat rise up her neck to her cheeks as she immediately looked ahead.

“Lie!” Chell scolded immediately as her grip on the steering wheel tightened, having almost jostled them in her shock at the sight of her nephew jerking off beside her. “Put that away and stop that nonsense!” Clearly he was drunk to do something so outrageous and bold and crazy in front of her. He may be comfortable with her and they may be close, but their relationship wasn’t like that! She didn’t know what he was thinking and she nearly jumped when his hand landed on her naked thigh and squeezed. Swallowing the thick saliva in her throat, she strengthened her voice despite not raising it. “You are being inappropriate, Lie, please remove your hand.” She wanted to give him a chance to obey, to prove to her that this was some alcohol-induced decision. She kept driving, figuring it was best now to get home as soon as possible and let him work this out of his system on his own in her guest bedroom. At least it was downstairs on the opposite end of the house versus her and Nora’s upstairs.


Chell’s jaw clenched when his hand moved up her leg rather than off at her instruction, felt his fingers gliding under her skirt, and she reached down with her right hand to grasp his wrist and pry his hand away. “Lie,” she said warningly with a mixture of a plea like she couldn’t believe he was acting this egregiously with her of all people. She shook her head in disappointment, hoping he had some clarity to see what was wrong with what he was doing. But his followup statement made her temper flare up at the idea of him mocking her preference and sexuality. “Liam Kalder! That’s enough. I don’t need to see what a ‘real cock’ looks like. I have no desire for one and I won’t have you mocking me or Nora and our marriage.” She had thought he supported them, even if he and Nora didn’t get along the greatest, and didn’t mind that she was a lesbian. Apparently he had some different thoughts.

Her fingers tapped irritably on her steering wheel now as she took a few turns onto some back roads, knowing they should be arriving at her home in about fifteen minutes. A sigh passed her lips as she heard his hand gliding over his flesh, the slippery, slapping sounds filling the car along with the scent of his musk and testosterone. It made her roll her own window down just to get some fresh air for herself and hopefully to air out the car. She shifted in her seat, uncomfortable at what was happening beside her and simply tried to play it off as him being too drunk to understand his actions completely. She always found a way to excuse his poor behavior, even now.

“I’m not telling you can’t pleasure yourself, Lie, but wait til we get home and you’re in private. Then you can do whatever you want. Just please, stop that.” Chell tried to reason, knowing yelling and screaming at him wouldn’t work. Yelling at him only ever seemed to challenge him and make him act out worse just to spite them. Sometimes he really gave her a headache, even if she loved him. “Are you feeling jealous of me and Nora? Is that it? Because we haven’t spent a lot of time together lately? I’m sorry if that’s the case. I promise after the honeymoon we’ll get together and make a day of it.” Her guilt was starting to bubble up as she realized her own neglect of her favored nephew might have caused this poor behavior, to make him seek a way to gain her attention, because she knew he wasn’t too close to anyone else in their family outside of his own brother.

 

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Through the fogs of the intoxication, he could feel their old dynamic. He did love his aunt. She was likely his favorite adult. And now that he'd joined them in that category, as well as his little brother, it felt more pressing that she remained so attached and kind to him, even though he knew the responsibilities of growing up could very well crush a softer spirit. It said something that his aunt Michelle had always remained this person in his life. Their relationship was genuine, at least for her part. Though, he didn't have that many thoughts to lend that, since they where whirling around in his head. He had overdone it a bit at the bar, but liked hugging her, and hearing her voice. He didn't have anything against following her, even if he played the grumpy kid a bit, going. He didn't like that she in some ways would be less his than she already was, and he hated Nora for it, but he was going to make the most of their small privacy now. When she was driving, she was occupied, right? He'd gotten the taste of the darker things in life, and he would say he was much more an addict of that than the alcohol he'd been consuming.

He settled into the car, and thought the thoughts he liked about her. When she confirmed his verbal order with her spoken, albeit playful obedience, he couldn't help it anymore. His cock came out and it was a fucking bliss. It was messed up to feel this good with his aunt next to him, but that was by design. Just knowing her perfume was in the car that his cock was seeping its own smell into was daunting. It helped the already filling meat swell further as its owner stroked slowly. It felt so fucking good, and it broke through the numbing tingles of his buzz. Aunt Michelle's reaction produced a pearl of precum on the slit. She was really cute when she blushed wasn't she? Did that whore Nora make her blush this way too? Her inner thigh was so soft and the fact that she didn't in any physical way try to stop him at first had him groaning, settling back further into the seat as he jerking himself faster. Her verbal lashings only underlined the taboo of it. He loved her, but who was she to tell him what he could and couldn't do with his cock. Her reaction was definitely more maidenly than authoritative. The always present rebel in him, that she knew so well and had encouraged many times, wouldn't even consider putting his cock away, not when it felt this good.

When she finally did try to pry his hand off, his strength was enough to keep it there. His fingers were able to reach the mound of her cunt still protected by her panties, if she had any, underneath that fancy dress. He looked at her with dazed eyes that were clearing by the moment as she scolded him. His brow pinched but he didn't stop jerking his cock, and didn't stop petting her cunt. But eventually he did let her hand win out as he instead leaned back and cupped his own massive balls, steadily moving his other hand over the now completely hard cock. He grinned to himself when she opened the window, which mean she was full of his pheromones. He shrugged about what she said. "Your marriage is already a fucking mockery." he muttered. He swallowed as a surge of pleasure rang through his cock. The alcohol and his natural self control could keep it like that, and make him last.

He looked at her and turned her way slightly, giving her an unobstructed view of her nephew abusing his own genitals, and doing it in a rather showy way. She wasn't even telling him not to do it with that much insistence. That's when he knew he had her. If this had been even close to a normal interaction between family members, she would have had the wits to tell him off harshly. But aunt Chell had always been wrapped around Liam's finger. He leaned forward a bit and let a glob of spit crash down on his cockhead, his following stroking leaving the protruding flesh-weapon glistening with saliva that smelled of whiskey and vodka. He liked the aspect that Chell's reaction to this would be to bring him home to her place. "I let you pretend things are going great with Nora, but how could they?" he responded at last, roughly jerking himself off to loud clapping sounds. The hooligan sitting beside her was not ashamed of doing what he was doing, and the daze was fast dissipating from his eyes. He had a goal now. "You're telling me Nora has something in her line-up of toys that even comes close to this?" he said and gripped his cock by its base and swung it around. It really did look too heavy for something that was attached to the young man by his narrow hips. It wasn't like Liam didn't know how impressive it was. He'd gotten it affirmed by both males and females since he'd started using it.

"You dykes are all the same. You want to think its about love, but then when you try a real cock, you get soaking wet and forget all about your 'love' when you're cumming your brains out." he said with a dismissive scoff. "And I think you know it too, Aunt Chell." there was some judgement in his dark voice now. The male pleasuring himself in the other seat did look every bit like a monster, now, in place of the nephew she loved so much. "That's why you don't wanna try me out, isn't it? You're content on leaving me behind so you can lap up pussy for the rest of your life, but you got a more than good-enough cock right here, ready to show you what you're missing." the bitter in his tone would reaffirm at least some notions she had of him feeling left behind. "You think munching clam between your tomboy husband's thighs is ever going to measure up? Maybe you need some real testosterone second hand to cure you of your current disillusions." He had worked up enough pree that it lathered his fingers, and he flicked his wrist at her, the potent liquid set to land on her cheek and that pretty dress.

"Whatever." he muttered and jerked on. "You can drop me off wherever. I thought you were better than the rest, but you just want me out of the way too." He kept his face pretty well, even though he had now figured out a strategy to get exactly what he wanted. He knew her sense of responsibility toward him, and his approval of her, was more important to her than even she knew. He was going to test just how far he could use it to his advantage. It wasn't all lies. He was pissed that bitch Nora was going to get to fuck his pretty aunt.