My Sister's Husband

“I want to pack some clothes that fit a bit better than the stuff I have here. I’ll stay here at least until after the funeral.”

Dad starts to protest. “You don’t have to do that, Kelsey…”

“I know,” I say. I put my hand on my mom’s shoulders and squeeze. “I want to. I just… I want to be with family right now. I miss her.”

“Me, too,” my mom finally says. “Thank you, Kelsey.”

“I love you both,” I say. I start to head to the door until I remember I don’t have my car. “Dad, can you drive me to the restaurant? I left my car there last night. Mom’s is there, too.”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he says. “Are you okay by yourself, Gail?”

Mom sniffles. “I’d like to come, actually. I should be okay to drive the car home. It’s not far.”

My dad looks unsure, but we both know there’s no point arguing with my mom. The three of us drive silently to the restaurant. I wait until my mom has driven off to get in my own car and head to my apartment.

Just inside my apartment door, I pause at the photo of my sister and me on my graduation day. Jane has on the biggest smile. She told me she was so proud of me for finishing college when she hadn’t. My eyes burn with tears. Woodenly, I make my way into the bathroom.

I turn my shower on. The heavy pound of the spray makes my mind whirl. Because I should feel ashamed about sleeping with my brother in law, but in fact, I don’t. I just feel good, my pussy pleasantly sore and nerve ends tingling.

Plus, is he technically still my brother in law if my sister is gone? I’m not sure how it works, but I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to sleep with him regardless. My sister just died yesterday, and a few hours later I had sex with her husband. God.

Thankfully, Marcus was still asleep when I woke up this morning. The last thing I wanted was an awkward morning-after conversation with him. I’d be lying if I said I never considered walking into the guest room for rounds two, three, four, and five last night when I was tossing and turning trying to fall asleep. I’m proud to say that I didn’t.

I drop my college t-shirt and ratty sweatpants to the bathroom floor. The movement feels familiar, like last night when Marcus and I were stripping each other down. I shake the delicious thought from my head.

The hot water feels great on my tortured skin. It reminds me of Marcus’s lips all over my body last night.

Oh god. A moan escapes my lips because I can’t get his touch out of my head. The way he sucked my clit until I came. His fingers inside of me. His rock hard cock pounding me so hard we nearly broke the couch. My pussy starts to get wet just thinking about it.

I grab my washcloth and start to lather body wash all over in an attempt to distract myself from thoughts of last night. I get between my legs and find a white, sticky glob leaking from my still tender hole. It’s Marcus’s cum!

My first instinct is to lick the substance from my fingers, but I let the shower rinse it off instead. I bet he tastes as amazing as he feels when he’s pounding me so hard.

Shit! Suddenly, I jerk upright. He came inside me. The ramifications hit a moment later.

My heart pounds in my ears. I’m not on birth control. I never really saw the point. Guys aren’t lining up at my door to fuck the curvy brunette with junk in the trunk and a big bottom to boot. And the few romps I’ve had in the last few years have always included condoms or pulling out. No guy has ever finished inside of me. But I was so caught up in the moment that it didn’t even occur to me to tell Marcus to wear a condom or pull out. Instead, I begged him to cum inside me like a slutty whore.

I’m such an idiot. I could have gotten pregnant! In fact, I could be preggo right now.

That’s it, this can’t happen again.

Even though I really, really want it to happen again.

Last night was stupid and reckless. We were both upset about my sister’s death and we sought solace in each other’s arms. That’s it. It had nothing to do with the fact that I’ve lusted after him since the first time Jane introduced him to the family.

And yet last night was incredible, I won’t lie. Absolutely the best sex I’ve ever had. Not that I have a ton of experience in that department, but still. It was really good. And I would totally take round two.