“Ok, so what can I help you with?” I asked as I closed the door behind me.
“I need you to fuck me” Sarah said in a soft voice, catching me off guard.
“What?”
“I don’t know how to explain it to you Drew. I’ve been so fucking sad for so fucking long since Brian died and I just need to feel something else. I’m worried that I’m never going to stop feeling this pain and I feel like I need a shock to my system or something. It’s either this or…” and she scrunched her face up as she thought about the alternatives.
I seized on the pause to object “I don’t think this is the answer, Sarah. I miss him too, but…”
“That’s exactly it Drew. You and I were the ones who were closest to him and I can tell we’ve both been struggling in a way that Heather or Ted or your parents aren’t. They’re all older and maybe they’re more mature and more equipped to handle it. I don’t know, maybe they’re just better at hiding it, but I’m certainly not going to fuck Ted or your dad” she finished with a laugh, drawing a chuckle from me that undermined how surprised and mad I was at her suggestion.
“I don’t understand Sarah. I feel like doing this would be… I don’t know… an affront to Brian’s memory?”
“He’s gone Drew! And we’re still here. I certainly don’t feel alive but we are still alive.”
A million things were racing through my mind as I stood in my dead brother’s living room across from his widow who was asking me to fuck her. What was most crazy was that something about it seemed like it was the absolute right thing to do. As if someone had just showed you how to complete a task that was befuddling you and you couldn’t believe how simple and logical the solution had been all along.
I don’t know if Sarah could tell that I was coming around to her way of thinking but she decided to press her case even further.
“I don’t know why, I just need to feel someone’s hands on me. I need to be taken. I need to be used Drew. I don’t want to make love, I want to be fucked. I thought I could do it when I was in Georgia, but I realized that it couldn’t be a stranger. Then I realized on the flight back here that you need a jolt to your system too. This could be good for both of us.”
As she stopped speaking, I was close to agreeing with her but she wasn’t waiting for buy in. She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it to the floor. As she unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down, she apologized for her hair being a mess which caused me to chuckle again. She was reaching back to unhook her bra when I finally acted.
I took a few quick steps across the room and pushed her back against the cellar door. Her bra was unclasped but now trapped, along with her arms, between our bodies. I pressed my body harder into her and she just smiled up at me with a look in her eyes that I had never seen before, and have never seen since. Was it pain? Lust? Hopelessness? A mix of them all? I didn’t know then, and I still don’t. but it was most certainly connecting with me.
I was breathing hard now through my nose and my mind was uniquely focused for the first time in six weeks. I wanted Sarah, not because she was hot or because she was willing but because she was my brother’s widow and she thought we could help each other by doing this, and I somehow knew she was right.
I started kissing her neck and she fought to get her arms out from between us. Once they were free, I grabbed each wrist in my hands and forced them back against the door over her head. I had only been with two girls up to that point and our sex had been fumbling, cautious, and pedestrian, so I’ve never really figured out where my sudden aggressive behavior came from. Any worries I had in the moment that it might be the wrong thing to do were dispelled by Sarah slowly but consistently saying yes as I kissed down her chest to her tits.
I let her arms go but she left them pressed against the door while I sucked and bit each of her nipples in turn. I lowered down onto my knees and yanked her cotton jockey briefs down, pulling one foot out and leaving them around the other. Her hands finally left the door to rest behind my head as I began to lick and tease her pussy.
As an 18 year old in the early 90’s with limited access to porn, it had never occurred to me to eat a woman out while she stood, but as I looked up at what can best be described as a snarl on my sister-in-law’s face and she rolled her hips to rub her slick lips on my mouth I couldn’t think of a better way to do it.
Sarah slipped each of her feet out a bit so she was now leaning back on her shoulders at an even greater angle. This opened her up to me even more and I took the opportunity to slip a finger inside. Now when I glanced up, I couldn’t see her face any longer above her tits but I gathered that she enjoyed the penetration by her ragged moans.
While this had been going on Sarah had moved her hands from my head back to the door to help keep her steady at this angle, but after a solid minute of being licked and fingered she swung her right hand around behind my head again and grabbed a fist full of my hair. She was groaning through gritted teeth as she rubbed my face in her pussy, controlling my motion like directing a horse by tugging on its mane.
Feeling her take control after telling me she wanted to be used was unexpected but incredibly exhilarating. I increased my lapping speed and not long afterwards she started muttering ‘fuck’ over and over in fast succession. As her orgasm washed away, she let go of my hair and began to slide down the door, landing on the floor in pretty graceful flop considering the situation.
Our eyes met and I don’t know why, but I flashed a smile at her, almost as if to say “I hope that helped.” Sarah was slowly catching her breath and after replying with a little smirk of her own she grabbed my shirt and used it to pull herself up off the wall and over to where I was now sitting on the floor.
“You’re not done with me yet, are you?” She asked as if she was concerned the answer might be that I was.
Still very much in the moment, I sprung to my feet and started undoing my jeans. As I did Sarah maneuvered onto her knees in front of me anticipating what I wanted next.
“My turn” she said reaching out to grasp my hardening cock with her right hand
Before I knew it, she had shoved my cock in her mouth and was lightly sucking it while running her tongue along the bottom. Then she was using just her mouth with her hands held on to the backs of my thigh, almost like she was trying to keep me from leaving. Not that I had any intention of going anywhere as this was already the best blow job I had ever had.
Where I was situated, I had no wall to lean back on like she had, so I took a quick step back causing my cock to pull out of her mouth with a light pop. She looked up at me with sad eyes but it quickly turned to a smile when I beckoned for her to follow me to the couch. Rather than regaining her feet Sarah simply crawled the five or six feet to a spot in front of me on the couch.
Having slipped my jeans off on the way to the couch, I now pulled the belt out of the loops and barked a command at Sarah. “Hand behind your back” I insisted, and I was kind of surprised when she instantly complied. I looped the belt first around her wrists, but for some reason thought to raise it up to just above her elbows before tightening it.
This position caused her to have to rest her forearms on her own ass, and also caused her tits to be thrust forward. Unfortunately, it also seemed to make it difficult for her to suck me as I sat down, so despite having gone over to the couch to get a sitting blow job I now rose to my feet. Looking down on Sarah bound, and on her knees, I realized how powerful she must have felt just a few minutes earlier when our positions were reversed.
“Now it’s my turn” I said, sounding much more sinister than I had intended, but based on the smile that formed on Sarah’s face it seemed to land very well.
She leaned her head back, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I thrust my cock in her mouth and put my hand behind her head to control the speed at which she sucked. Sarah pushed her head forward, forcing me deep into her throat and brining me dangerously close to coming. When I saw tears running down each of her cheeks it was like a lightning bolt shot through my brain and body.
I had seen her cry so many times oner the proceeding weeks but now the moisture rolling from the corners of her eyes was because her dead husband’s brother was throat fucking her. It was more than I could take and I whimpered as I came directly in her throat.
I slumped back onto the couch and as I was catching my breath Sarah rotated her body to bring her bound arms into my view
“Can you…” she began, motioning back to her joined elbows with her eyes.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” I offered as I undid the belt and freed her.
“That was good, but I still need more.” She said matter-of-factlly as she sat beside me
“I’m sorry I came already. I know you wanted me to fuck you.”
“You’re young. You’ll rally” she assured me as she leaned in to kiss me.
I’m not sure why, but kissing Sarah open mouthed and with probing tongues aroused me but also made me deeply uncomfortable. You’d think that licking and sucking my brother’s widow’s pussy would have been what made me feel shame for the first time, but it was the kiss that did it.
She directed me to take my shirt off and lay on the sofa, and she laid on top of me as soon as I was settled. Maybe the kissing had made her feel strange too because now she just nuzzled my chest and rubbed her tits on my stomach while she let out small sighs.
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