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  “Your mom can’t do the eulogy.”

  I sigh. I knew this would happen. Mom could barely pull herself together to get to the funeral home today. No one expected her to get in front of the modest crowd and speak. I did expect her to at least try though.

  Luckily though, I prepared some words just in case. It’s clearly time to step up to the plate.

  “Okay,” I say. “I can do it.”

  My dad’s shoulders fall, the tension leaving him. “Thank you, Kelsey.”

  I follow him out into the hallway, pausing to touch the photo of Jane and I on her collage. “I can do this,” I whisper to her. I only hope it’s true.

  We’re joined in the hallway by the priest and Marcus. We’re not particularly religious, but Mom thought it necessary to have some type of religious invocation.

  “I’ll say the prayers we picked out,” the priest tells me. “Then your brother in law will say a few words before introducing you to give the full eulogy. Take as much time as you need.”

  My parents, Marcus, and I follow the priest into the parlor and take our front row seats while he arranges himself behind the podium. He clears his throat and speaks the prayers in a gentle, calming tone. This is certainly not the first time he’s had to speak at a funeral. I don’t know how he can do a job that is surrounded by sadness so often, but I’m thankful he’s here. The prayers captivate the mourners and touch my heart. Jane would be happy.

  “And now, Jane’s husband would like to say a few words.”

  I try to focus on the “Jane’s husband” part of this ordeal rather than watching how handsome Marcus is in his dark suit. Are those slacks the same ones I peeled from his skin a few nights ago? No, these are definitely different. They make him look just as good, though.

  “Thank you, Father,” Marcus says. His booming voice startles the parlor awake. “Jane was a light even in the darkest of times. She had her struggles, but she always persevered. I loved her – I will always love her. And I am so lucky to have spent the last few years in her presence. However, there are people here who loved her much longer than I had the chance to. Her younger sister, Kelsey, would like to say a few words about Jane’s life. Kelsey?”

  I stand to scattered applause – is one supposed to applaud at a funeral? – and make my way to the podium. Marcus squeezes my shoulder as I trudge past him. His palm leaves behind a hot handprint on my skin. Hopefully the crowd mistakes my deep breath as nerves, and not lust. I’m probably the only person on the planet who has been aroused at a funeral.

  But I have to act with propriety, and force myself to stay somber.

  “Thank you, Marcus,” I say into the microphone. My voice echoes off the walls. “I know Jane loved her husband very much.” And yet I had sex with him the night she died!

  The thought makes me shiver. If the crowd takes notice, they don’t react. I avoid eye contact with Aunt Sylvia as I’m sure she’s wearing a knowing, disapproving look. I take a deep breath and begin.

  “Jane was an incredible woman and my hero. I remember growing up, I wanted to be just like Janie. I told her that once, and she tapped my nose and said, ‘No, Kelsey, I want to be just like you.’” The funeral home directors were kind and smart enough to leave a box of tissues on the podium. I take one and dab my eyes.

  “She had a way of making everyone else in the room feel strong and important even when she was weak and afraid. Jane loved attention, but she wasn’t afraid to share it with anyone who wanted to join her in the spotlight.

  “My sister was passionate and loving. She may not have had a career outside the home, but she worked hard to be a great sister and a wonderful wife. Jane loved to cook and take care of the house. Her passion was always in making sure everyone else was comfortable and happy.

  “Jane and I had our differences. I mean, look at us!” The crowd mumbles a laugh. “She hated confrontation and I live for it. She always wanted eyes on her and I prefer to be behind the scenes. And yet here I am, standing up here to tell you about my incredible sister. Life is unfair that way. But Janie would love this.”

  Another murmur of laughter falls over the gathered mourners. “Yeah, she would have,” someone shouts.

  I laugh into the microphone, startling myself with the sound. But then my eyes leave the crowd and land on my sister’s peaceful body. Somewhere, wherever we go after this life, Jane is smiling and laughing and reveling in all this attention. I’m sure of it.

  “I didn’t write a speech. Jane’s death was unexpected, and no words seemed right to capture how her death is going to change me. One thing I know for sure though, is that I want to live my life the way Janie did: open and full of love, laughter, and happiness. Jane would want us all to live that way.”

  My sister’s friends and family nod in agreement. If there’s one thing we can all agree on, it’s that she always wanted people to be living their best lives no matter what.

  The funeral director joins me at the podium and asks for the microphone. I gratefully step aside and return to my seat.

  “If anyone has any stories they’d like to share about Jane, please feel free to stand up and do so.”

  Some of the attendees stand and wait their turn to share a memory they have with my older sister. I can think of a few stories that the crowd would probably love to hear, but I keep them to myself. It’s selfish, but I want to hold on to as much of Jane as I can.

  After almost an hour of laughter and tears shared over memories of my older sibling, the priest returns to the podium for a final prayer and to wish us all a blessed evening.

  “There will be a reception at Jane and Marcus’s home,” I say to the lingering crowd. “Please join us in our final mourning.”

  The crowd stands, and Marcus makes his way to me.

  “Kelsey, will you come with me to my house? I have to get things ready for people to arrive.”

  My parents were at his house before the viewing this morning to get things ready, but I can’t argue with him now. Not when he’s in funeral black and we’re standing in front of his dead wife.

  “Of course,” I say. “Let me tell my parents and I’ll meet you at the car.”

  It doesn’t take long to find Mom and Dad thanking mourners and providing instructions to the repast. “I’m going to help Marcus set up,” I tell them. I kiss them each on the cheek, though I’d prefer to curl up in their arms like I did when I was a little kid suffering a nightmare. If only this week had been a kiddie nightmare. Life would be so much easier, but instead, we’re surrounded by real agony and death.

  Dad kisses the top of my head. “We’ll see you there, darling.”

  With that, I find Marcus’s car warmed up and waiting for me. My brain tells me that I need to keep my distance, but his smoldering gaze raking my curvy body when I slide into his car tells me it’s not going to be easy.

  I’m in for a lot of trouble. Because the heat’s simmering between my brother-in-law and me … and it’s just a matter of time before it bursts into full flame.

  Chapter Seven

  Marcus

  It should be illegal to look sexy at a funeral.

  The problem is that Kelsey probably doesn’t even realize how hard I got the second she walked into the funeral home wearing that black number. It hugs all of her curves perfectly. It’s not as good as the blue dress from the other night, but this one is a close second. I’ve been thinking about getting that black dress on the floor all day. Luckily my slacks are loose enough in the groin area to hide my erection.

  A woman approaches me, forcing me out of my naughty thoughts about Kelsey. She doesn’t look familiar, but she takes my hand like we’ve known each other for years. “I am so sorry for your loss,” she says. “Jane was a remarkable woman.”

  I nod and play the dutiful part of grieving husband while simultaneously sneaking glances at Kelsey’s curvy rump. I want to find whoever designed her dress and shake his hand.

  “Marcus,” my father in law says from behind me. “Did you wan
t cans to be recycled?”

  I shrug. “They can go in the regular trash.” Jane was all about recycling, but I always found it easier to throw everything in one place. Although this sounds terrible, I’m actually really happy she’s not here to nag me about separating the recyclables from trash. Robert nods and walks slowly back towards the kitchen. The poor guy is really taking his daughter’s death hard. Not that I’m not, because of course I miss my wife, but we had problems like any couple. Frankly, I feel like a weight’s been lifted off my chest with her passing. I’m sad, but also simultaneously happy because Jane had some serious issues.

  Unfortunately, Gail is in rough shape, too. I think of everyone, her mom has taken Jane’s death the hardest. My mother-in-law was always the life of every party before. I remember attending a funeral for a distant relative once, a great aunt I think, and even then Gail was the one bringing light to the darkness. Now, it’s like everything inside her has faded. I hate seeing her like this, but there’s nothing I can do to help. Only time will lessen the pain of losing her oldest daughter, and frankly, even that won’t heal her completely.

  My house is full of people in various shades of black. Some people smile, but they’re sad smiles. People tell stories about Jane and laugh until they cry over losing her all over again. It’s hard for me to watch. I wish I could go upstairs and hide from everyone, but I know I have to stay down here as the host. How would it look if I disappeared from my dead wife’s repast? They expect me to be here, a beacon of strength and solidarity.

  My eyes search the crowd until they land on Kelsey once again. She’s facing me now, so I have a great view of her full rack. What I would give to see those perfect breasts unclothed once again….

  Another mourner catches my arm. This one I recognize as Kelsey’s aunt. Sylvia is her name, I think. “You’ve got some nerve,” she says under her breath.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Your wife is barely cold and your eyes have strayed.”

  Have I been that obvious about watching Kelsey? There’s no way. But even if I have gotten caught staring at her, I have an excuse. A lie, but still an excuse. “I’m keeping an eye on my family. We all lost someone this week,” comes my cold reply.

  Sylvia’s eyes glitter evilly, her smirk knowing. “You’re not fooling me, Marcus.”

  I shoot her another cold stare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have always been faithful to my wife and I am distraught over her death.”

  Aunt Sylvia clucks and disappears into the crowd of darkly dressed guests. Having the repast at the house I shared with Jane seemed like a good idea when Robert suggested it, but now it just feels exhausting. It’s been a long day and I’ll have to clean up after all of these people leave. Hopefully I can get Kelsey to stick around and help, if only so I can keep my eyes on her backside for a while longer. I imagine her bending over in that dress to pick up trash, causing it to slip up just enough so that the fine mounds of her ass peek out of the bottom. Oh shit. My cock’s straining against my slacks again.

  As if conjured up by my horny imagination, Kelsey materializes in front of me. She doesn’t look happy.

  “We need to talk,” she says. Words no man ever wants to hear.

  “We’re in the middle of something. Can’t it wait?”

  “No,” she insists. “We need to talk now.”

  I sigh. “Fine. Let’s go up to the master bedroom.”

  Kelsey leads the way up the stairs and down the hall to the room where Jane and I used to sleep together. It’s felt lonely since she died, and having Kelsey here feels almost right in the worst possible way. Shit. I’m going to hell.

  “I had a talk with Aunt Sylvia,” Kelsey says. “Another talk, I should say. She seems to think there’s something going on between us.”

  I quirk an eyebrow. “And you think there isn’t?”

  “No,” she says a bit too loudly. She lowers her voice. “What happened the other night was a stupid mistake. We were both upset over losing Jane and we let things go a little too far. It shouldn’t have happened and it definitely won’t be happening again.”

  “What happened had nothing to do with Jane,” I growl, suddenly irate.

  Kelsey sighs. “You’re wrong about that. She was your wife. I’m her sister. What we did has everything to do with Jane. And Jane is the reason why it should have never happened. I can’t believe I betrayed my sister like that. If she were alive, she’d never forgive me. Knowing that she’s gone… there’s no way I can forgive myself.”

  “Kelsey,” I say. “Don’t talk like that. You’re being a drama queen.”

  But Kelsey won’t listen.

  “It’s the truth! I’m disappointed in myself. In you. We had sex, Marcus! Right after we found out that your wife was fucking dead.”

  I try to pull her into my arms but she won’t allow it. Heaving a sigh, I speak.

  “Listen to me, Kelsey. The timing was wrong, I’ll admit that, but I won’t say I regret what we did. Being with you was incredible. Better than anything I ever shared with Jane.”

  “You can’t say things like that!” Kelsey cries.

  “What? The truth? Just because you don’t want to hear it doesn’t mean I can’t say it. We can’t always get what we want in life.” I pace in front of the king size mattress. “You think I wanted my wife to die? I didn’t. Of course I didn’t. But she did, and I’ll never get over that. But having sex with you was not a mistake. If I’m honest, it was a long time coming. You’re just so…”

  “I’m so what?” she asks quietly.

  “Beautiful,” I breathe, taking her in. “Perfect. Sexy. Fuckable.”

  Kelsey lets out a giggle, but it sounds like she’s choking. It’s a strange noise coming from a girl in her funeral best. I don’t point that out to her. We’re finally starting to get somewhere.

  “This is a bad idea,” Kelsey says. “We have people downstairs expecting us.”

  I run my hands up and down her arms, keeping her close to me. “They’re just going to have to wait.”

  I press my lips to Kelsey’s in a long-wanted kiss. Our tongues swirl together as our hands struggle to pull each other closer until nothing separates us. I moan into her mouth when my hard cock brushes against her hips.

  “Oh god,” Kelsey pants. “I want you so bad. Fuck me again, Marcus.”

  I grin down at her. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Kelsey steps back until her knees hit the bed. I gently push her shoulders so she sits down on the mattress, big curves bouncing beautifully. Holding my weight with my arms, I guide myself over her so I can reattach my lips to her plump, luscious mouth. I would be happy kissing these lips for hours, but we both have something else in mind.

  “Please Marcus,” Kelsey whines. I can’t say no to a begging woman. I sit her up and unzip her dress, finally watching the shiny fabric fall to the floor of my bedroom, exactly where it belongs. Oh shit. We’re definitely going to Hell now … and yet the Devil’s home never looked so good.

  Chapter Eight

  Kelsey

  Being naked in front of Marcus again was the last thing I planned on doing today, but I can’t help it. I tried to put up a fight, but we both knew I would give in.

  I’m so glad I did.

  I tear at Marcus’s clothes so they fall to the floor beside my cardigan and dress. Within seconds of landing on the bed, Marcus and I are both naked. Oh shit, his cock is huge and my mouth waters seeing it.

  But first things first. He kisses my lips then trails down my chin to my neck before settling on my breasts. I gasp when he pulls my left nipple into his mouth and sucks. His tongue traces my most sensitive area. I squirm beneath him, moaning.

  “So good,” I pant. “God, you’re so good with my tits.”

  He laughs into my chest before setting his attentions on my other nipple. This second attack is just as pleasurable. My hands seek to grab onto something, and I settle for gripping the bed sheets.

  When Marcus
has had enough of my breasts, he continues his journey down my body. He kisses my thighs, teasing me. I love that he does this.

  “Baby, please,” I say. “Lick me there. You know, there.”

  Marcus laughs low in his chest before continuing his assault on my thighs, kissing me anywhere but where I long to be kissed. I try pushing his head towards my center but he resists. Finally, when he can tell I can’t take any more of his teasing, he heads home.

  “Oh, yes,” I practically scream when his lips close around my clit. He licks and sucks like a man starved. “Don’t fucking stop. That feels so good, big boy.”

  He licks harder and faster. I was already feeling horny just from watching Marcus stroll around in his gorgeous suit, but now I’m absolutely soaked. Marcus inserts two fingers into my sopping hole without any resistance.

  “Unnnh!” I scream. “Oh god.”

  Marcus just smiles like a Cheshire Cat. He rubs my clit with his tongue while pumping his thick fingers in and out of me, making obscene wet sucking sounds.

  “Add another,” I beg. “Fill me up.”

  Finally Marcus obeys my request. He slips a third finger in and then quickly ups it to four. It feels almost as good as when he had his hard cock inside me.

  It doesn’t take long for Marcus’s thrusts and sucks on my clit to push me near the edge.

  “I’m gonna cum, baby,” is my desperate gasp. “Don’t fucking stop. I’m so close.”

  I wiggle beneath him as my orgasm builds deep inside.

  Marcus’s blue eyes flare.

  “Cum for me, Kelsey. Cum on my hand. I want to taste you.”

  His words push me over the edge and my insides quake. He continues to pump his fingers while I shatter, fracturing into a million pieces.

  “Uh, uh, yeah, oh God, SO GOOD!” I scream. I should keep my voice down knowing there are friends and family mourning below us, but I just can’t. If they felt the way Marcus is making me feel, they would understand.

  Marcus removes his fingers and crawls back up my body when my orgasm subsides. I pant while he kisses my chest and neck.