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“I know.”

  “So what do you say? I’m sure there’s something in your parents’ cabinets that I can whip up.”

  “I’m not too hungry, but I would eat some if you made something.”

  Marcus shuffles through the cabinets until he finds a jar of sauce and a box of pasta. “Spaghetti?”

  “Sounds good,” I say. “I’m going to go get changed.”

  “Wait,” he says. “Stay in that dress. It looks good on you.”

  I should argue and say that it’s inappropriate for me to stay in this dress and that he shouldn’t say things like that, but I don’t. I revel in his compliment. If I’m being honest, I’m too exhausted to go to my room and change anyways. Food is probably a good idea. I could use the nourishment.

  “How about another drink?” I ask tentatively.

  “I like that idea much better.”

  I prepare our drinks while Marcus finishes up the pasta. He sets down two plates on the counter and I hand him his bourbon. He holds the glass up towards me. “To Jane,” he says. We clink our glasses together and take a sip.

  Our meal continues silently. It’s just spaghetti and sauce, but it’s some of the best pasta I’ve ever tasted. I guess I was hungrier than I thought. I finish all of the food on my plate in no time.

  “Not hungry, eh?” Marcus remarks playfully when he sees my clean plate. There’s still a pile of spaghetti in front of him. Thankfully, the room is dimly lit so he can’t see the pink on my cheeks. I can’t believe I ate so quickly! He must think I’m a pig. Jane never would have eaten like that. She pecked like a bird and never finished a plate of food.

  “I guess I eat when I’m stressed. And it was really good,” is my compliment.

  Marcus puts a hand on mine. “You don’t have to justify yourself. I shouldn’t have teased you.”

  “It’s fine.” I look at his full plate. “Are you not going to eat?”

  He takes a dramatic bite of the spaghetti. “I guess I don’t eat when I’m stressed. I need to, though. I haven’t had anything to eat today. I skipped breakfast and lunch.”

  “How were you even still standing?” I ask, flabbergasted.

  Marcus shrugs. “I guess I don’t need much to survive.”

  I wish I didn’t need much to survive. I like eating far too much to go the entire day without a meal. Probably explains my wide hips and poochy stomach. The judgmental looks bother me, just not enough to change my eating habits. I’m happy with my body just the way it is.

  “Eat,” I say, nodding to Marcus’s plate. “You need food.”

  He nods, and takes another, less dramatic, forkful of the pasta. While he slowly eats his plateful, I work on cleaning the dishes. There’s some spaghetti left in the pot, so I toss it into a container to save for tomorrow. I doubt my parents will be able to stomach anything, but at least it’ll be there in case they’re up for food by lunchtime.

  My poor parents. It was no secret that Jane was their favorite daughter, and now she’s gone and I’m all they’ve got left. How unfortunate for them.

  Marcus interrupts my thoughts when he tosses his empty plate into the sink. “I ate it all. Are you proud?”

  I chuckle. “Very proud. Good job. Now you can have dessert.”

  “Dessert?” he asks.

  I shrug. “I was patronizing you, but there may be ice cream in the freezer.”

  He takes the sponge from my hand when I’m in the middle of washing the spaghetti pot. “Why don’t you grab us each another drink, find that ice cream you promised, and meet me in the living room?”

  “I don’t mind cleaning up,” I hesitate. But he won’t take no for an answer.

  “I’ve got it, Kelsey. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

  Sighing, I decide it’s not worth the argument. Two drinks, two spoons, and a carton of ice cream in hand, I walk into the living room to the soundtrack of Marcus scrubbing the sauce covered pans and dishes. He must have been a perfect husband because how many men wash dishes after dinner? Immediately, I feel guilty because I shouldn’t even be thinking these thoughts.

  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.”

  “You’re not bad yourself,” she titters.

  I dip my tongue into her open mouth, causing her to groan. With our mouths still connected, we step back in unison until Kelsey’s legs hit the couch. Gently, I push her down.

  “Open wide,” I say, moving her knees apart. I slip my fingers under the waist of her panties and draw them down, tossing them into the pile of clothes we left a few feet away. “Perfect.”

  My lips pepper kisses up and down her thighs. She tries to wriggle and move so I finally touch the sensitive spot she wants me to attack, but I continue my teasing.

  “Marcus,” she gasps. I rub my hands up and down her thighs. So thick, so beautiful. Smooth, white skin. Absolutely perfect.

  Finally, I bury my face in the place we both so desperately crave. I use my fingers to spread her lips, finding her soaking wet for me already. I lick up and down her slit, sucking and applying pressure as I do.

  “Oh, God, Marcus. Don’t stop.”

  She thrashes beneath me in ecstasy. There’s no more beautiful sight than pleasuring a woman, especially an uber-responsive one.

  Now that I know she’s wet and ready, I lick two of my fingers and slide them into her waiting hole.

  “Oh, yes,” she screams. Her parents are asleep upstairs, but I don’t care. I want to hear how loud she can get. “More, Marcus.”

  I obey her command and add in a third finger. “You’re so tight, baby. So fucking small.”

  My fingers pump in and out of her with obscene sucking sounds while I continue to lick and suck her swollen clit. She pants and sighs and screams beneath me. I add a fourth finger to the mix, causing her to shriek once again.

  “I’m so close, Marcus. Keep going. Faster.”

  I quicken my pace for her. Her breathing gets heavier and she squirms more and more. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Cum on my face and hand, sweetheart.”

  “I’m CUMMING!” she screams. I continue my thrusts so she gets the most out of her orgasm. The insides of her beautiful pussy contract on me, squeezing my digits to death. Once again, I feel like I might erupt in my boxers and she hasn’t even touched me yet.

  After a few, blissful minutes watching this beautiful woman lose herself, she descends from her high. “Marcus,” she pants. “That was incredible. I’ve never felt that before.”

  I crawl up her body and kiss her, letting her taste her pussy juices on me. Our tongues battle between us. I groan.

  Kelsey pushes me away with a deviant grin. “Your turn,” she says, smirking. She forces me down onto the couch and kneels down in front of me. Kelsey removes my boxers, adding them to the discarded clothing pile. My erection stands at attention, waiting for her attention.

  She licks her lips as our eyes meet. I expect her to tease me like I did to her, but she must still be too excited from the orgasm. She wraps her soft hand around my base and spits on my tip before taking my whole member into her mouth.

  “Mmmph,” she squeals, the whites of her eyes showing. Her lips are stretched tight, and hardly able to accommodate my girth.

  “Oh, Kelsey,” I groan. Her mouth is warm. She bobs her head down until she chokes on my hard cock. “You’re so good at that baby.”

  I use my hands to keep her hair from her face. I like to watch while a girl sucks me off. It’s hot. She keeps her eyes tilted up so we can stare at each other while she goes down on me.

  Kelsey uses her other hand to fondle my balls. “Oh, yeah, sweetheart, just like that.”

  She pulls my member from her lips completely and spits again. She licks from the tip down to the balls, sucking each one into her mouth before returning her attention to my throbbing cock.

  “How much can you take?” I ask, my hands on the back of her head.

  “Let’s find out,” she grins. She opens her mouth wide and lets me push her head down onto my cock. She gags halfway down but doesn’t stop swallowing more of me down her throat. My whole cock doesn’t fit, but she’s able to take most of me. No one has ever been able to handle so much before.

  Kelsey continues to bob on my cock. “I’m close, Kelsey,” I say, my voice strained.

  “Good,” she says. “Come for me Marcus.”

  “No, wait,” I growl, stopping her. “I want to come inside you.”

  She smiles and licks my tip one last time before crawling up my body and kissing me. While we kiss passionately, I remove her bra, the last piece of clothing between us. I move my lips down to suckle her breasts. Her nipples harden even more within the warm, wet cavern.

  “Your mouth is perfect, Marcus,” she pants. She runs her fingers over my short hair and pushes my face into her chest. While my mouth pleasures her nipples, my hand finds her soaking wet slit.

  “Oh,” she moans when I slip a single finger inside her. “Oh, Marcus, please, I need you in me now. Make me yours.”

  Our eyes meet and we both smile. I kiss her gently, lovingly. She opens her legs wide above me and guides my still throbbing erection into her waiting hole. We both moan loudly as she lowers herself onto me.

  “You’re so fucking tight, Kelsey.”

  “You’re so big,” she gasps. “Oh god. I’m not sure if I can take it.”

  Kelsey waits a minute or two to adjust to my size. Once she’s ready, she raises her hips and lowers herself down, impaling herself over and over on me, that wet twat squeezing me tight. I meet her thrusts with my own.

  Our pace quickens. “Yes, yes, YES,” Kelsey screams as we continue our love making. Thankfully, the stress from the evening makes Kelsey’s parents heavy sleepers. The last thing we need is someone waking up and catching her impaled on my fuckshaft.

  “I want to be on top, baby,” I growl suddenly. I wrap my arm around her back and flip her over onto the couch. She opens her legs wide and I push into her quickly. She grunts with pleasure and wraps her legs around my waist as I plow into her.

  “I’m close, baby,” I say. I squeeze my hand between us so I can rub her clit. She squirms beneath me.

  “I’m close, too,” she breathes. “Keep going. You’re so fucking deep!”

  I don’t stop. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I rail into her, causing the couch to raise off the floor and fall back down with a bang. Kelsey moans beneath me.

  “Never stop,” she cries. “I’m so close. So close!”

  “Me, too. I’m gonna cum, baby. Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes,” she screams. “Cum inside me, Marcus. I want to feel your hot jizz.”

  Her words send me over the edge. “FUCK!” I rasp. I thrust into her as deep as I can go and cum harder than I ever have before. That’s all it takes for Kelsey to have her second orgasm of the night. I feel her walls tighten over my member, milking it with every contraction and pulling that virile sperm even deeper.

  I stay buried in her for a few minutes while we catch our breath. I slide out of her and sit behind her on the couch, pulling her against my chest.

  “That was incredible,” she pants.

  “Yeah, it was.”

  We stay like this for a while, enjoying each other’s company. A stirring upstairs causes us to leap from our intimate position. The toilet flushes, but luckily no one comes downstairs. Even so, we can’t take any chances.

  “It’s late,” Kelsey whispers. “I sho
uld get some sleep.”

  “Yeah,” I say. “Me, too.”

  The words are inane because what we’ve just done is too momentous to really talk about. After all, I literally just fucked my dead wife’s younger sister on the day of her death. God. I’m going to hell.

  Silently, we gather our clothes from the floor. Kelsey puts her dress on and I slide my pants back on. My shirt is ruined, the fabric crumpled and buttons scattered all over the wooden floor.

  “Kelsey,” I say warningly before she can walk up the stairs. “We have to talk.”

  She turns and smiles uncertainly.

  “I know Marcus. But not tonight. Too much has happened. Let’s leave it for another time, okay?”

  I nod curtly but my big body doesn’t turn to go. Not yet. There are plenty of guest bedrooms, and both of us are going to spend the night here. But I’ve already sold my soul to the devil because as I watch the curvy female disappear into a bedroom upstairs, all I can think is … when is this gonna happen again?

  Chapter Four

  Kelsey

  Shit. Did last night really happen?

  My parents are awake in the kitchen when I walk downstairs. Luckily, I have some old clothes still in my bedroom that fit well enough. I would hate to wear the dress I had on yesterday. Especially because it would feel like a walk of shame outfit after what happened.

  “Morning, Kelsey,” my dad says. His eyes are red and puffy. “How did you sleep?”

  “Not well,” I say truthfully. “How about you guys?”

  He sighs. “I think I was so exhausted from crying that I passed out. Tossed and turned some, though. I had a dream about Jane. She told me to man up and stop crying.”

  I shoot him a wobbily smile. “That sounds like Janie.”

  “I can’t believe…”

  “Me neither, Dad.”

  My mom remains silent. She stares into the coffee in her mug. It doesn’t look like she’s taken a sip.

  “We have to talk about arrangements,” Robert says. “The wake and funeral and all that.”

  I nod. “I can help you. I just want to go home and shower and then I’ll come back and we can figure everything out, okay?”