Chapter 1
I sat there silently holding my 2 year old son Jack. The world seemed to be chaotically spinning around us and all I could do was to hold him tight. I felt like screaming and crying, asking why could something like this happen. At the sametime however, I knew that Jack would not and does not understand the impact of what had occurred over the past few months.
For some perspective, my name is John and I have been married to Elizabeth for a little over 5 years. Almost exactly three years into our marriage our first son, Jack was born. At that time I felt like the luckiest man in the world. We enjoyed raising our son for that first year and a half when we got wonderful news that Elizabeth was pregnant again. Excited for this new addition we couldn't wait to tell our families the news.
Three months into the pregnancy, Elizabeth started feeling inexlicable pain in her armpit. She described it as almost like a headache, but confined mostly to her armpit. The pain was intermittent though, so we thought little of it until she got a rash on the side of her left breast. We made an appointment with our doctor and we got the unfortunate news that Elizabeth had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Over the next few months, she fought the cancer but refused most radiation treatments because it would most certainly kill the baby growing inside of her. I knew the decision was ultimately hers to make, but I felt utterly helpless because she was losing this battle and there was a way she could stand a chance of defeating it, but it would not be without a cost. She was a deeply religious person and felt that any form of abortion was wrong in every way, even to save the life of the mother. She and the baby both died a few months after the diagnosis. That is where our story picks up.
I sat there holding Jack, not knowing what to do next. My life had literally been flipped upside down. How am I supposed to go on and remain strong for my son, when inside I feel so weak? After the funeral, going back to our house was one of the hardest things in the world. I was just 29 years old and Elizabeth had just turned 30 when the cancer took her life. We had imagined our whole lives together, not just half of a decade. Then imagining being alone for the rest of my life was a truly depressing thought. I just wanted Elizabeth back to hold her close and tell her I love her one more time, but that could never happen.
Thankfully both of our families were very supportive in this hard time. They came and visited, staying to help take care of Jack. Eventually though I knew that I would need to return to work. I asked my sister-in-law Esther if she would be willing to stay with us for a little while to help take care of the boy as I slowly transitioned back to work. Esther had lived with us for a few months on two separate occassions, once right after college for an internship when Jack was a newborn and once when Elizabeth was sick to help take care of her. Esther was the classic free-spirited, 24 year old younger sister. She was somewhat tall, about 5'8” with a slender, athletic build and weighed 120 pounds. She had 34B breasts, but made up for that with an incredible ass. Sometimes when she lived with us I thought she was almost teasing me with how short and tight her shorts were sometimes. By far her most distinct feature though was her fiery red hair that made her stand out everywhere she went.
She moved in on a Sunday and we spent most of the day sitting on the couch talking about Elizabeth. We both felt like we had not had a chance to really grieve because there is a surprising amount of stuff that needs to get done with the loss of a spouse. By the end of the night, we were sitting right up next to each other and I had my arm around her and she rested her head confortably on my shoulder. She fell asleep in this position and when I was ready for bed, I softly woke her up and helped her to her room. She put her arms around my neck hugging me close and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek thanking me for letting her talk about Elizabeth, even though she knew it tore me up. As she began to pull away, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back towards me planting a kiss right on her lips. To this day, I cannot explain why I did that, but in the moment it felt right. She did not resist, but instead wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. As we kissed, so began to cry as I could feel the passion growing in each of her kisses. She broke it off though, wipping the tears from her eyes as they began to well up in mine. She quickly shuffled off to bed without a word and I could hear her nose sniffling from crying so much.
At that point, I laid in my bed and for the first time my thoughts were not on Elizabeth but instead they were filled with lust for Esther. Wanting to feel her body next to mine, moving in rhythm as our bodies intertwined in the passion of lovemaking. I pulled out my already hard 9” cock and began to stroke it up and down as my imagination went wild thinking about fucking my sweet, tender sister-in-law. It wasn't long before I was ready to climax and I closed my eyes and imagined shooting stream after stream of my hot cum straight into her wanting face. I cleaned myself up and almost immediately fell asleep.
The next morning at breakfast the awkwardness was almost palpable. I broke the silence saying, “I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking last night.” She returned with, “It's ok. I'm not upset at all, I know there is a lot going on right now.” Elizabeth and Esther, along with their other siblings had grown up in a very conservative Christian environment. Pre-marital sex was very serious in her parents eyes, so Elizabeth and I had waited until we were engaged before having sex. That was longer than I was used to, but she was worth it in every way. The two sisters were absolute best friends and from what Elizabeth had said, Esther did not always hold to the same values that they had grown up with. For some reason, those conversations about Esther were on the forefront of my mind all morning. I began to ask myself the questions about how I can get Esther to want and lust after me, like I did for her. I reasoned that my kiss last night was a pretty good start, but what could be my next step. Maybe she would be interested in fucking me if she knew how big of a cock I had, though that seemed like a crazy idea. I mean how could I possibly show her my cock without making everything more awkward than it already was.
Then it hit me, what if I had a big erection while wearing my sweatpants and came up behind her to give her a big hug from behind. This was stupid, but I was almost desperate at this time for something to focus on. I was hard already just thinking about it and my time came quicker than I had anticipated. Esther was turned around facing the sink doing dishes when I came up behind her. My cock made first contact, hitting her right butt cheek and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I wanted to make sure she could feel my whole shaft resting on her butt so I pulled myself as close as possible. She turned around quickly, eyes wide, asking what I was doing. I told her I just wanted to thank her for all her help around the house and in being willing to take care of my son. She gulped as her breathing became a little more rapid.
With my body pinning her against the counter, she lifted herself to where she was seated on the countertop and wrapped her arms around my neck. Apparently she had received my message loud and clear and was about to make her response. She looked at me deeply with her beautiful emerald eyes and said, “Are you sure this is what you want?” I nodded in affirmation and we began kissing passionately. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I lifted her off the counter, holding onto that ass that I had imagined squeezing since the first time I had met her all those years ago. At this point, luckily I had already taken Jack to my sister's for the morning to spend time with my nieces and nephews cause I'm not certain I could have pulled myself away from Esther.
I slammed her against the wall and used that as a way to get our bodies even closer. Pulling her hair aside, I kissed her neck and she let out a slight moan of pleasure. I continued kissing her all over while her hands freely combed through my wild hair. She held on tight as I walked us up the stairs and into the guest room that she had taken over as her own. I set her down at the bed and she looked up at me and I could see the pure carnal desire in her eyes. I slid off her pajama pants and she took off her top. She was wearing a sexy black thong that immediately caused a reaction in my pants. With her legs dangling off the end of the bed, I pulled myself back up and kissed her again. I softly kissed down her neck, chest and stomach while exploring her body with my hands. I firmly squeezed both her breasts in my hands. Her nipples perked up at the attention they had received. My hands slid down her stomach to her cunt. I pulled her thong aside and began to sweetly kiss her rapidly moistening fuckhole.
My tongue quickly discovered her clitoris and I began slowly but forcibly rubbing up and down on it. I put my hands under her ass, lifting her up giving me a better angle and resting her legs on my shoulders as I kneeled next to the bed. I pulled one of my hands out from under her ass and replaced the tongue with my fingers working on her clitoris. Meanwhile, my tongue began exploring deeper into her pussy, searching for her g-spot. Her pussy juices were the sweetest I had ever tasted in my life. Elizabeth was not a big fan of me giving her oral sex, so I was immensely turned on at the point when I found that wonderful g-spot of hers. Her back arched up and she let out a loud moan and her hand resting on the back of my head pushed me further into her wonderful vagina. Her breathing became more and more rapid and I could feel her body becoming rigid as she built up to a monumental climax. As that climax approached she screamed, “OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. FUCK ME!” then loudly moaned as the first orgasmic wave came over her body. She squirmed and twisted as she was breathless for what felt like a few minutes before finally her collapsed back onto the bed and her rapid breathing continued.
When she caught her breath, so said, “Kiss me, I want to taste what my pussy tastes like on your lips.” I obliged, forcibly planting a kiss on her lips, letting her tongue explore my mouth. At this point, my cock was screaming for attention from inside my sweatpants. To help get her attention while we were kissing, I gently rubbed my groin against her leg. She broke off the kiss, smiling. “Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you.” she playful said while looking at my pants. She slid of the bed and kneeled before me. Her hands romed around my shaft through my pants and she seemed a little concerned but overall excited at how big I was. She teased my cock for a few more moments, rubbing her hand up and down its length with it still concealed in my pants. Finally, so sensually slid my pants down, and the full length of my shaft sprung to attention. Her eyes focused on the girth and the size of my balls hanging down. She looked up at me and shot me a coy smile which I happily returned. “Now this is a fucking cock. How did my sister handle this monster?” I shrugged and replied, “She did the best she could with it. It's the only cock she ever really knew.”
Esther didn't say anything but instead let her actions do the talking. She moved her hand to the base of my shaft and was barely able to get her fingers around the girth of the base. She slowly but firmly stroking her hand up and down and it felt absolutely incredible. My eyes were closed as I was enjoying the moment, the shock of her wet lips kissing my cock went through my body which jolted my awareness back to her. She stuck out her tongue and ran it along the full length, before liking the underside of my cockhead. The sensation felt so good as I put my hand on the back of her head which was covered in curly, untamed red hair. She positioned her lips at the tip of my cock, opening slowly to engulf inch after inch of my rock hard dick. Her eyes were fixed on mine as nearly my whole length disappeared into her sweet mouth. I could feel her moist, tight mouth surrounding my shaft as the head hit the back of her throat and she let out an involuntary gag, pulling it out of her mouth instinctually to catch a breath. I barely let her finish before I was pushing her head back down to pleasure me further. She continued working my cock for awhile, her red hair bobbing back in forth as she worked up and down and back up my fuck stick. She was already proving herself to be a good fuck and that was further highlighted when she paid special attention to my balls which were very full at that point. Even while she was sucking on my balls, she never stopped moving her hand up and down my shaft. I was so turned on that I could have dropped my load all over her face and inside of her mouth, but I resisted the temptation because I didn't want this magical morning to end so quickly.
I pulled my cock away and lifted her up, kissing her passionately again. I said, “You ready for me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours?”. She replied, “I thought you would never ask, stud.” I took off my shirt and laid in the bed, propping my back up with a pillow. She crawled up to meet me and straddled my body. She positioned her pussy above my cock and grabbed it with her hand, finding her fuckhole and lowering her body weight completely down on my shaft without a moments hesitation. She shreiked in pain as her cunt opened to engulf the wholeness of my manhood. The whimper of pain quickly turned to moans of pleasure as she worked her self up and down, my cock filling her hole completely. She picked up speed as sweat began to form across her body and she put her arms on my shoulders for support as a second orgasm shot through her body. She moaned but instead of stopping to rest, she picked up speed. Moving her ass faster than I had every seen before. I watched in utter amazement this beautiful, sexy redhead ride my cock with every ounce of strength left in her body. In that moment, watching the sun dance across the sweat that had formed on her body, I didn't miss my wife for the first time since she had left.
I was in absolute pleasure, but somehow got the message across that I wanted to see her beautiful ass as I came deep inside of her. She flipped over to the reverse cowgirl position and continued where she had left off rising up my shaft and slamming herself back down. I could feel the cum rising in my balls and knew I wouldn't be able to last too much longer. I told her I was about to cum but she just kept riding as if pretending not to hear me. Right before cumming, I held her down on my shaft and I happily shot my whole load deep into her waiting cunt. She took it all before collapsing on top of me in absolute exhaustion. We kissed and took a shower together, exploring each others body more. I could have spent all day in that shower, at long last we both had found our relief and it was in love making.
Unfortunately, reality struck when I there was a knock at the front door. It was my sister dropping Jack off. I couldn't believe a couple of hours had already passed, but I quickly dried off and threw some clothes on to go answer the door. I answered to my sister holding Jack with her two little ones tagging along. I apologized for not answering right away, explaining that I was in the shower. She came in and was putting some food that she had gotten me away in the kitchen when Esther came down with her hair still wet. My sister, who was generally very quick at picking things up realized right away. She didn't say a word to me, but I think somehow she knew. “Hello Esther. I appreciate you being willing to take care of my brother and his little guy” she said. “I'm happy to help, this has been a difficult time for all of us and we're figuring out the grieving process” replied Esther. “When did you get into town?” “Yesterday afternoon actually. Johnny and I got to spend sometime talking about Elizabeth yesterday and again this morning, which has been really good.”
I interjected saying, “I really appreciate you taking care of Jack this morning. I'll be heading back to work soon, but thankfully Esther is staying here for a bit to help with Jack.” We continued talking for a bit before we said our good-byes and she was out the door. As the door closed I looked over at Esther saying, “I think she knows”. “Knows what,”she replied. “I think she knows we fucked.” “What? How?” “She's smart and noticed that both of us had wet hair and she looked at me with the knowing look I've gotten since I was a little kid.” “I don't think it's that big of a deal, we just fucked. Who cares if she knows.”
I didn't want to come across as being insensitive to my family, fucking my sister-in-law when the dirt has barely settled on my wife's grave. At the same time, last night was exactly what we both needed to continue through the grieving process. We were both adults, it was consenual and intensely pleasurable. We were able to be there for each other in the best possible way and for that there is no apology.
