My Sister's Husband

I set the glasses and ice cream down on the coffee table. I click on the TV, but the sound drowns out Marcus’s domestic noises from the kitchen, which are soothing in their own way. I turn it off again.

Listening to Marcus hum while he does the dishes makes me feel like we’re a couple. It’s homey and comfortable, despite the tragic circumstances. Should I feel like this? Maybe I’m clinging to familiar sounds given the black hole that’s opened in our lives.

A family photo catches the corner of my eye. I leave my post on the couch to get a closer look.

In it, I’m standing beside my sister and we’re both smiling. It was taken two years ago at Jane and Marcus’s wedding. Her dress hugs her tightly, showing off the few curves she has. Had. They were long gone even before her death. My maid of honor dress covers up all of the embarrassing parts of my body. Jane picked it out for me.

Our parents stand behind us, looking proud.

Despite our problems and differences, I loved my sister. And yet now she’s gone. Why? Where’s the justice in this? Jane was sweet with a good heart. She didn’t deserve to die an early death.

The tears start to come again. I hadn’t even noticed the sink turning off or Marcus joining me in the living room. When he spots me with the photo in my hand and tears streaming down my face, his easy smile fades. He stops at the entryway to the living room and opens his arms wide.

I set the photo back on the mantle and hurtle into Marcus’s arms, unaware that this move is going to change everything between us. Because suddenly … things just got a lot more complicated.

Chapter Three

Marcus

Feeling Kelsey’s generous curves against my body makes me instantly hard.

It’s that damn dress. The shiny blue pops against her smooth, white skin. And the way it pushes up her boobs and draws attention to her luscious ass. I was a goner the second I spotted her at the party earlier today.

I try to shake the impure thoughts from my head. This is my wife’s sister! And my wife just died. I shouldn’t be lusting over this woman right now, but I can’t help it.

Kelsey’s tears have stopped, but she stays plastered against me. I make no move to push her away.

Her eyes find mine and I see the same heat in them that I feel inside myself. “Kelsey,” I say, though it comes out more like a pained groan.

“Marcus,” she breathes.

She steps up on her tiptoes and brushes my lips with hers. I should stop her. “Kelsey, no.”

Kelsey steps back, but only to get a better angle. She presses our mouths together once again, but there’s nothing ginger about it this time. It’s all force, heat, and passion. I’m powerless against her advances. Instead of fighting it like we both know I should, I kiss her back hard. Possessive. Like an animal.

“Marcus, I want you,” she mewls.

Screw hesitation. Screw everything. I’ve craved Kelsey since the day I met her and I’ll be damned if I don’t take the one chance I may have to finally feel what it’s like to be inside her.

My hand finds her breast. It overflows my palm. Jane’s mosquito bites could barely be squeezed. By contrast, Kelsey’s are large and begging for my attention. She moans as I apply pressure to her left tit.

“Please,” she says. I move my lips to her neck. She meows with pleasure. Jane was never this passionate even in the middle of sex.

And that’s the last I want to think about tonight.

I shift my hands behind her to unzip her tight blue dress oh-so-slowly. As tempted as I am to ram into her right now, this may be my one chance with Kelsey and I want it to be amazing. I’m going to take my time.

The fabric falls dramatically to the floor revealing the curvy girl’s matching black lace bra and panties set. Fuck. My hard on strains against my black slacks.

Kelsey smiles demurely at me. “You’ve seen mine, now show me yours.” She untucks my button up shirt and yanks it open, causing buttons to rain to the hardwood floor. “Oops,” she says innocently. The gleam in her eyes is anything but innocent. Good thing I wasn’t attached to that shirt.

When my shirt meets her dress on the floor, Kelsey leans forward for another passionate kiss. She fumbles blindly with my belt, and finally gets it undone and slides my pants down to the floor as well. We’re both almost completely naked. I step back so I can look at her. I could cum just seeing this sexy sight in front of me.

“Fuck,” I growl. I can’t take it anymore. We meet each other in the middle, kissing and touching each other like we’re teenagers in the backseat of a car trying to fit everything in before curfew. “You’re perfect.”