Dream Bride Tranny Chapter 3

I was never allowed to forget that I had had sex with my 18 year old niece when she modelled a few bridal gowns for the KBG. Even her wedding day was hijacked and, in the final part of a wedding day shock for bride Kirsten, she has dressed her Uncle in her most amazing bridal gown and is about to embark on another kinky adventure.

Hand in hand Kirsten and I walked towards the video camera and the fire door. As we waited for the signal to move Kirsten was instructed to peel back a few layers of my gown and then hug and kiss me, rub herself against the material and beg me to take her outside and fuck her. She didn't disappoint Miss Anne.

"I'm a kinky bride Uncle Yano and I just love letting you wear my bridal gown. I hope my husband doesn't find us."

Suddenly she was worried about Richard.

"He won't interrupt called Miss Anne, he is being taken care of in the bar."

I encouraged her to carry on as before and raised my shimmering gown to expose some of the top layers of petticoats. Kirsten most enthusiastically grabbed some of the others and bucked her pussy against them.

"Uncle Yano, I feel so very, very sexy and just want to feel your big cock squeezing into my pussy. Avril calls me a slut because I tell her all the time that I want to have a baby with you, your cock was first into me and I love to have it in me whenever I can."

"Even on your wedding night?" Miss Anne teased and then she carried on.

"By the way sweetheart, Uncle Yano no longer has a big a cock. It is a big clit from now on - don't ever let me hear otherwise. He is a lesbian tranny, a bisexual tranny with a big juicy clit and he wants to tell you how much he loves his clit in your wedding dress as well as your pussy."

I didn't get a chance as Kirsten held the sexy tulle against her pussy and begged me, in gasping breathes, to fuck her so hard.

She was suddenly interrupted by the signal to move out and the fire doors swung open and the cool night air wafted into us. We continued to stand our eyes becoming accustomed to the darkness. There was the 'Dark Secret' about twenty feet away, the rear door open wide inviting us in. Nothing stood between us and the limo, Miss Anne, Phil and the video man all behind us now in the corridor to watch and record our tentative steps.