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The following is total fiction.  Any resemblance etc. is a product of
your imagination.  This work is meant as ADULT entertainment.  If the
laws where you sit say you're too young to read this, go away and turn
yourself in to the thought police.  Even thinking about sex is dirty
and nasty and will warp your mind forever.  Go watch a movie or play a
game that ends with a body count in the high four figures.  Death and
destruction are good clean fun.

©1997 losgud.  Personal use just fine.  Archiving okay.  Absolutely NO
for-profit use permitted.  Reposting without notice is frowned upon.
Tampering with the text (rewriting) is illegal.  Copyright violations
will fall under the jurisdiction of my principality, where the
punishment is to discourage repeat offenders.  We cut your fucking
hands off!

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M/F  Inc Cons Humor

NOTE:  This is a long strange one.  Despite the setting, no
necrophilia involved!  You can keep your pants on until the second
part [+  +  +].


AFTER THE FUNERAL  [2/2]


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I couldn't quite place the face, but maybe that was because it was
pressed against mine.  Sight wasn't exactly the sense that was my
major concern at the moment.   I was concentrating on the set of full
soft lips making mirror motions on mine.  God, what a kiss!  What a
kisser!  The hint of hard teeth underneath the plushness, the juicy
tongue darting in and out of my mouth.  Our tongues were two children
playing a game, inventing a game combining tag with hide-and-seek.

Her mouth went nipping around my lips, giving breathy little gasps,
letting me know how much she liked the way my hand was letting her
know how much it liked her breast.  Her breast was by no means large,
but that's no measure of anything.  The size and shape was divine,
perfect in my palm, the flesh soft yet firm under my hand, the nipple
ripening almost into a tickle.

All these wonderful sensations got a little blurry.  My awareness
focused on the firm flesh cradled in my hand, and the nearly painful
throbbing between my legs.  Damn but I was hard!  My cock felt like a
hot dog that's been cooking too long--the skin was about to split.
_Vive la différence!_  Things start getting too tight, there's that
pressure valve on the end, and all the excess comes spewing out.
Feeling that, and feeling that, caused a shift in my consciousness and
the dream evaporated.  I still had my little man of steel.  The
pleasant surprise was the nice breast still in my hand.  _Oh sweet
Susie_ I sighed, my hand slipping down to her hip, sliding easily
through the flared leghole of her shorty bottoms.  Gently, gently, I
touched the mat of special hair, and then slowly lower the slight
puffiness of her mons.  It felt so warm down there, and almost damp.
This was a tender pleasure of mine with my wife.   Susie knew about it
and didn't mind.  Sometimes she would wake up and participate.  Other
times she slept through, coaxed into erotic dreams I'd never know.
Just as often she lay deep in a realm of unconsciousness, a depth to
which I'd eventually return myself.  No scenario was better than the
other in my mind.  They were all equally special, little treasures of
my night.  With a languorous sigh she rolled fully on her back,
opening wide, a leg flung over mine.  A hand came to rest on my
forearm, but not in protest.  It lay with the leaden weight of full
sleep.  I could feel the pulse pounding under my hand as the blood
rushed to her groin.  She gave a slight groan as her labia swelled
under my touch.  Wherever my fingertips touched, the skin just
rippled, as though I was dispensing electricity.  Her breath went
ragged and irregular, coming in little bursts.  It made me delirious
to feel her actual blossoming, her flush petals opening and parting,
lush with her nectar.  I dipped a finger a little inside her, and it
went swimming.  God, she'd gone from damp to drenched in mere minutes.
She mewled in her sleep.  I couldn't begin to guess her dream, but no
doubt it was very nice.  My only regret was that I couldn't get her
bottoms off and completely out of the way.   And then I had a curious
thought.  Why did she have them on?  Susie always slept naked from the
waist down.

That observation was the crack.  Then the whole drowsy dam burst.  Why
was I sleeping on the wrong side of the bed?  Why was the bed so
small?  Why was the one side of the bed pushed against the wall?  Why
was the light in the room so different?  Where was the other window?
Suddenly I remembered everything.

Oh _shit!_  I was diddling my sister!  That was Ashley's cunt nudging
up against my fingers!  God, I had to get my hand out of there.  But
how?  Her hand had my arm pinned in place, and the weight of it was
concrete.  How to extricate myself?  Very _very_ slowly, or in one
quick yank?  Either way had the potential of rousing her, and either
way my whole arm had to be _gone_ if she stirred.  While I considered
my plan of action I tried to get her leg off me.  That wasn't such a
bad situation--after all, it was _her_ leg on top of _mine_--but I
didn't want to give her cause to wonder why she'd flung her leg up
like that.  The damn thing would not budge.  Her thighs were shouting
_we want to be spread wide open!--now get back to business_.  In fact,
Ashley drew her leg up even higher.  It seemed to be having trouble
getting settled in its new position.  I was in a panic.  The movement
had made a cock sandwich between our thighs, and the motions were
threatening to squirt some dressing on the meat.  The fabric of my gym
shorts lay between our flesh a limp leaf of lettuce.

First things first, I figured.  Make my hand's placement seem as
innocent as possible.  _Get those fingers out of her pussy!_  That
accomplished, I tried to crawl my hand out of her bottoms.  Without
smearing her juices all over.  Her whole crotch quivered every place I
brushed against while making my unsteady exit.  I was almost out when
Ashley murmured a slurred, "Don't."

_Don't_ was exactly what I was trying to do.  I paused, then continued
my escape.

"_Don't_," she repeated a bit clearer.  "Don't, Tommy, _don't!_"

Oh shit!

"Don't stop, not _now_."

My heart went a minute between beats.

"Please, Tommy."  What?!!!  Then I saw the glimmer of her open eyes.
She turned a little towards me and growled, "Didn't anyone ever tell
you it's _dangerous_ to not finish something you've started."  Her
hand slid down my arm and firmly returned mine where it'd been.  She
shifted her leg a little, then her hand moved over and up inside the
leghole of my bottoms.  "Tit for tat," her lips whispered as she homed
in on me. 

"I'm sorry, Ashley, I didn't know what I was doing."

"It sure felt like you did," she giggled.  "Lucky Susie!"  Her hand
began rubbing up and down the length of my erection.  "Mmmm. _Very_
lucky Susie."  She freed up her other hand, and used it to shove mine
more firmly against her cunt.  "I'm ready for a nice big piece of luck
myself right now.  Many strokes of good luck."

I wasn't so much massaging her pussy as her pussy was massaging my
fingers.  I tried a final feeble protest. "But Ashley . . . I mean,
Ashley . . . "

"But what?" she gasped.  "I'm so fucking horny right now I don't care
who you are.  You're a man with exactly what I need.  That you happen
to be my brother," she nibbled around my ear, "that's the icing on the
cake."

I was stunned, and I guess my silence revealed that.

"What?  You never thought of me when we were teenagers?  I always kind
of wondered what it'd be like with you.  Guess I'm going to find out."

Well, what healthy adolescent brother hasn't heard the running water
and thought _there's a naked girl in the shower!_?  Who hasn't fondled
his cock in the dark of night while thinking _there's a pretty little
pussy right in the next room!_?  Well . . . guess I was going to find
out too!  

We fell to kissing like a couple of lust-crazed teenagers.  Hers was
_better_ than the mouth of my dream.  Now that she'd jump-started my
hand, she moved that one up to lift the hem of her top.  Then she
moved herself to lift a breast to my mouth.  One, then the other.  By
now I had several fingers buried deep in her cleft while my thumb
traced little circles on her clit.  I stopped long enough to bring my
hand up and smear some honey on her nipples.  As I sucked off the
sticky sweetness, Ashley moaned, "God, Tom, that's a sexy trick!"

Her top kept getting in the way so she stopped her hands to pull it
off.  "Too many clothes," she grunted through the fabric.  I agreed
and paused to remove my t-shirt.   Then, as long as our hands were
free anyway . . . I reached to the elastic of her waistband.  "Mmmm, I
like a boy who knows what he wants."  Ashley lifted her hips to help
me with the task, then she turned her hands to my waist.  "Hope you
like a girl who knows what she wants."  She didn't give me the time to
help her.   She shucked those suckers right past my toes.

She fairly leapt upon me.  "Now back to that kiss!"  Our hands quickly
returned to their masturbating ways.  I was just starting to think
about doing something different when Ashley gave a little hiccup, then
erupted like a volcano being born.  Her whole body shook as if in
seizure and a huge flow of magma ran dripping down my wrist.  She
nearly bit my tongue off inside her mouth!

Ashley melted against my side, reduced to a sweaty panting pile of
flesh.  I was in complete awe.  "Geez, Ashley," I crooned in her ear,
"did you break or something?"

"No," she whimpered as she slowly caught her breath, "I do believe . .
. that . . . I am . . . working . .   . better than ever.  What did
you just do to me?  No, wait, don't tell me."  She grinned and reached
down to stroke my hand.  "Don't say anything, just do it again."

And so I did.

Once she recovered again she purred, "Would you like to see what
you've been doing to me?  I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."
What a bunch of rhetorical nonsense!  Ashley didn't wait for an answer
or a movement on my part.  She rose up on all fours like a foal first
rising.  Her limbs were all wobbly.  She managed to get turned around
and straddle my body, then she collapsed again.  Fortunately her mouth
was wide open and in I went.  I was in the position known as the pussy
eaters paradox, a paradise of sorts.  I was both a drowning man and a
thirsty man.  The only way to survive was to lap it all up.  I could
have died without regrets doing just that.  The touch, the taste, the
smell of her had my brain soggy with endorphins.

The tiger inside her roared once more.  The sweet thrill of it sent me
blasting into space.  I didn't get that far because of course Ashley's
mouth was there to catch the whole load.  We lay there like that for a
short while, caught up in the limpness of that queer upside down hug.
Then Ashley leaned back in with her tongue to my cock, licking gently
but stubbornly, cleaning me off, the mama cat giving her kitten a
thorough wash.  I tried the same with her, but it just seemed to make
more of a mess.  Not that that was any reason to stop.  Maybe I wasn't
trying hard enough.  I gave it a real good go, but then her thighs
were squeezing my head again.  

Ashley squirmed away from me with a guttural mention of my magic.  But
she was the one working the magic.  By some miracle she had coaxed my
cock back to its former glory.  She squirmed around in a major shift
of position, on her knees sitting high above me.  Holding me stiff in
a hand she guided herself down, sinking me deep inside her cunt.  From
the initial contact we had a Moan & Groan competition, but it was
impossible to judge a winner.  As I slid all the way in Ashley had a
minor flare up.  I watched her face contort in pleasure.

"Jesus, Ashley, don't you get it anymore."

"Ohhh," she moaned, "I get all I want.  I guess . . . I just . . .
don't get it quite like this.  Mmmm, you're one to talk.  When was the
last time you were ready for more so soon."

Such intimate moments beget utter honesty.  I placed my hands on her
breasts and stared deep in her eyes.  "Never . . . ever . . . in all
my life."

I suppose she thought that in the superior position she'd retain all
the best control.  My secret was that in these circumstances, if I can
get past the teeth-gritting phrase, I can go on right at my leisure.
I made it past that point, and let my hands slip around and down to
her ass.  I ground her down upon me and squeezed her into a tremendous
orgasm.  She gave a low cry and collapsed on top of me, her face in
the tears of a superhuman experience.  All her muscles had gone to
liquid.   I rolled us over and she somehow managed to lock her legs
behind me.  In a tiny voice she chanted her mantra, "Fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me."

I fucked her, fucked her, fucked her.  Her vaginal muscles were as
strong as ever, and she fucked me, fucked me, fucked me.  Ashley got a
big smile on her face as she reached underneath and behind us to
fondle my balls.  "Now," she coaxed me, "_now!_"  My cock swelled as I
started to explode, and her eyes went just as big.  "Yessssss," she
hissed as I pumped away like crazy.

I collapsed upon her even before I was fully spent.  I lay there
wordlessly as the final spasms left my body.  I nuzzled against
Ashley's cheek as sleep stole me away from the moment.  I drifted off
to her softly whispered lullaby, "So good, so good, _so-o good_."

I woke up alone and fully dressed for bed.  Grabbing some clothes I
went in the bathroom for a quick shower.  Soap and hot water had
already erased whatever evidence might have been lingering when the
full memory of the night flooded my mind.  Memory?  I was bludgeoned
by a stroboscopic series of images of wild sex with my sister.  Did
that _really_ . . . ?  No way!   It must have been one of those weird
multi-layered dreams, where you keep waking from dreams that
ultimately prove to have been dreams of dreams.  Aside from feeling
like a real sick pup, I did have to congratulate myself for having
such a vivid imagination.  With virtual sex that great, who needs the
real thing?   There was a dissenting vote from down below.  It was
like a guy I used to work with whose job was to keep the propane tanks
for the forklifts filled.  When the warehouse switched over to
electric lifts, he made a damn convincing argument to the management
about the vital nature of his position.  They kept him on until
retirement, placing him in charge of keeping the spare batteries
recharged.  It was the cushiest year of that man's life.  My penis was
bobbing around babbling something about keeping the juices flowing.  I
gave it a playful whack.  "Shut up you."

I toweled off and dressed, then followed the aroma of coffee
downstairs into the kitchen.  When I entered the room Mom looked up
from the table.  "Hello Sleepy-head." Geez, give me a break.  It
wasn't that late.  True, they were nearly done with breakfast, but
they had an early flight to catch.

"Morning Slug-a-bed," Ashley sort of echoed.  Her quick glance up and
her tone of voice convinced me that I was right about the night's
events.  _Oh well, at least no one knows you're a pervert._  You
really don't have to feel too ashamed of your depravities as long as
they don't escape the confines of your own cranium.

We had about an hour of chit-chat before Bob announced they'd better
get a move on.  He was going to drop them at the airport on his way to
work.  But then he wouldn't be back for us.  The business world waits
for nothing, and apparently there was a big bunch of shit awaiting at
the office that no one could clear up but him.  That was okay.  Ashley
and I both had mid-afternoon departures, so we were going to split a
cab.

After they left I finished my toast and settled in with the newspaper.
Ashley announced she was going to grab a shower, get dressed and put
her luggage in order, suggesting that I root around the cabinets to
see if there was anything to rustle up for lunch.  I grunted behind my
prop like an old man.

I could hear the water running.  And running and running.  She must
have found some way to tap into every water heater on the block.
After forever she finally finished, and then she was up there for
another forever.  Not a sound.  I was down to reading the Help Wanted
ads so I decided to go up and check on Ashley.  I hadn't heard any big
_thump_, but maybe she'd slipped and cracked her head and then slowly
slumped down the wall to the floor.

The bathroom was empty.  The door to Aunt Cassie's old room was open,
so I stepped in without knocking.  Ashley was half lying back on the
bed, dressed exactly as she'd been the day before.  "Took you long
enough," she taunted me.

I gulped.  "Uhm, Ashley, right outfit, wrong day."

"Really?  Well, you seemed to appreciate seeing me in this yesterday
so much I thought I'd give it a reprise."  Her feet were on the floor,
but it was a low bed, and as she slowly fanned her knees in and out I
could clearly see that I'd been right and wrong about the fishnets.
They weren't held up by garters, but they definitely weren't
pantyhose.  What really caught my eye at that angle was the tuft of
proof that she didn't have on any panties.  "Is something wrong?" she
asked with an innocence that was a lie.  "I didn't change a thing.
I'm wearing _exactly_ what I had on yesterday."

Ashley extended a leg and hooked a foot behind my ankle.  "Come on.
Come here.  We have to wash the sheets anyway."  I lurched forward in
an unconscious parody of Frankenstein's monster.  She then lifted both
feet to the bed and scooted herself back, leaving her legs cocked
wide.  She slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled the fabric
below her breasts.  No bra, either!   "Remember these?"

"Th-th-that wasn't a dream?"

"Last night?  Did I confuse you by slipping your shirt and shorts back
on this morning?  I was _trying_ to wake you up!  As for last night, I
call that very _dreamy_.   But it was as real as a pussy full of sperm
gets.  I wonder how full of sperm this pussy can get?"  She gazed
straight at my crotch.  "Better open that zippered door.  Looks like
someone wants to come out and play."

Mr. Not-Obsolete-Yet jumped right out.  I made a move to take off her
shoes but she brushed me hand away.  "No," she cooed gently, "I want
you to do me just like this.  We're at the funeral home, and you've
found a small utility closet.  You shove me inside and turn on the
light.  There's no lock on the door!  Better hurry!  Someone could
come along at any minute.  Wait, what are you going to do with that
big fat broomstick of yours?  You're not going to shove it up inside
me are you?  You're not going to fuck me, are you?  What are you doing
to my breasts?  But if I don't like it, why are my nipples already so
hard, begging to be sucked?  What if someone comes in?  They'll see
you screwing your sister!  At first they'll think you're raping me,
but then they'll smell a pussy sopping wet with lust.   They'll see me
pulling you even deeper inside me, they'll hear me moaning and panting
and crying, they'll hear me begging you to never stop, begging you to
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me _crazy!_"

Ashley seemed to be improvising this story but the script was an easy
one for me to follow.  I didn't think she'd ever run out of words, but
she did.  She didn't need to talk anymore.  Her eyes expressed herself
better than any chatter.  She alternated between staring deep into my
eyes and clenching them shut as the next set of trembles washed over
her.  Good thing we hadn't washed the sheets!  Here I'd always thought
Susie's two or three a session was the upper-end definition of
multi-orgasmic.  Ashley, it was like being a kid and running a stick
down a wrought iron fence:  _bang! bang!  bang! bang! bang! bang!
bang!_  I would have been jealous if I hadn't been so proud to be
playing a part in it all.

She was shredding the back of my shirt when I reached that penultimate
stage where suddenly your cock swells even larger than life.  No
backing down from there.   Especially when Ashley squeezed with every
muscle in her cunt.  She wanted, she got, and boy did she get.  She
must have been lying about last night.  I must have been imagining
every orgasm I'd had in the past several months.  A copious amount?  I
felt like I was finally urinating after having ached for hours to find
a bathroom.

Even Ashley noticed, twirling her fingers through my hair as we lay
there in that dazed glow.  "Wheeeew.  Whooooa.  And I though I was
getting off like crazy.  Where did you get all that?"

"Hollow leg I guess," I gushed.

"I _liked_ that," she nodded.  "I liked that a _lot_."  Reaching down
between us to where we were slowly separating, Ashley remarked with a
big smile, "Wonder which one of us made more of the mess?"

"Well, I think we both get trophies."

We cuddled up warmly together in the nest of each other's arms, hands
stroking, petting, sharing long slow kisses.  I guess I started
drifting.  Next I knew Ashley was nudging me gently.  "Hate to end
this wonderful interlude, but we've got laundry and lunch to do.  Not
to mention a quick wash-up."

I was putting the clean sheets back on the bed when Ashley announced
up the stairs, "I called for a car.  They'll be here in ten minutes."

"Okay, I'm about done."

We were ready and waiting when the horn sounded outside.  The day was
so bright I felt blinded and stunned.  I concentrated on getting the
tricky lock to turn, then slid the key in through the mail slot.  When
I turned around Ashley was halfway down the walk watching me.  What
caught my eye was the yellow taxi was in fact a black _limousine_.       

"Ashley?" I patted my pockets.

"My treat!" she beamed.

The car wasn't one of those hugely ostentatious stretch limos, but it
sure was shiny and new.  Inside you could see where the ice bucket
would rest, where a little t.v. could fit.  But the only true luxuries
were the big wide facing seats, and the smoked glass divider hiding
the driver.  Ashley slid the little window open, discussed the price,
then dispensed much more than the amount mentioned.  Before closing it
she informed the driver, "We need to be at the airport no later than
2:00, but otherwise there's no rush."  

After that we were in our own little world.  Ashley came over and sat
in my lap, straddling me, facing me.  "Um, there are plenty of places
to sit."

"And I've found the most comfortable seat!" she answered primly with a
smug little grin.  She leaned over and gave me a huge kiss that was
all tongue.  All _tongues_!  It felt like she had about ten of them.
Then down came the straps again and out popped those marvelous breast.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "_déjà vu!_"

"I thought you might be missing them already," she gave a happy
squirm.  She tweaked her nipples with a little gasp, then swiveled her
bottom again.  "Feels like these two guys aren't the only erect things
in this car.  I know what I'm missing already."

Before I could react, she reached between her legs and undid my
trousers, buckle, snap and zipper.  She raised herself enough to pull
them to my knees.  We were both off the seat as I helped her get my
shorts down.  "I thought you'd know by now to skip the underwear
around me."  She sure did.  She sank right down on my shaft, all the
way down, moaning with her eyes closed, "Such a magnificent cock!
Why've you been hiding it from me for so long?"  

Her skirt hid most the action so I lifted it up and held it at her
hips.  Ashley leaned forward and craned her neck down, enjoying the
view before returning her gaze to me with a breathy sigh.  "Just look
at us.  You in me, me engulfing you.  So-o-o beautiful."

It was a nice slow _very_ nice ride to the airport, ending with the
limo hitting a well-placed pothole in the approach road.  As the
driver opened the door for us, his face was one big wink.  The hand
that wasn't on the door held an aerosol can of potpourri scent.

"I thought that glass was completely opaque," I hissed at Ashley.

"So what if it wasn't?  And if it was you think he didn't notice that
we'd trashed his suspension?"

Strolling down the corridor Ashley stopped to stick a hand under her
skirt, in plain view of half the world.  "One guess what I've got
running down my thighs!"  She popped two fingers in her mouth, swirled
her tongue around and declared, "_Delicious!_"  People were gaping.
Myself included.  A little louder still, "Oh, they're just jealous
because they don't have that freshly fucked look on _their_ faces.
Don't have that freshly fucked feeling between their _legs_.  Bunch of
grumpy old sourpusses!  They should try getting their rocks off more
often."  My sister the sultry clown.

Ashley's gate was the closer of the two and her departure was fifteen
minutes earlier, so I lingered with her.  She was one radiant woman.

"I just _adore_ these family gatherings, don't you?"  Kiss.
"_Especially_ the last-minute ones where the spouses and kids stay
home."  _Kiss!_  "Let's not wait for someone to die before we do this
again, okay?"  _KISS!!!_

"You know," she grew thoughtful, "David _is_ everything I want in a
man.  The whole listing:  friend/lover/husband/father.  But lately
I've gotten this strange _longing_ I couldn't quite make sense of.
I'm not one to slut around with strangers, and I'm not much interested
in all the baggage of a steady lover.  I just, I don't know," her eyes
twinkled, "I just wanted some extra spice in my life."  She gave me a
penetrating look.  "Wonder if I've found it?"

"Spice?" I asked.  "I'll give you _spices_," I growled, "every kind
and brand you want.  _And_ . . .   I'll throw in the rack for free!"

Ashley just seemed to melt, "Oh-h-h _Tommy_."

As the final minutes ticked away, she flung her arms around my neck,
shaking her head silently with a big telling smile, staring at me with
eyes a mile wide.  She tightened her grip and seemed to be pulling
herself up.  I knew exactly what Ashley wanted.  I slipped my hands
under her dress and cupped her bare bottom.  She gave a little jump
and wrapped her legs around my waist for a full body hug.  Then she
puckered up and gave me one of the most probing, soul searching kisses
of my life.  I held her until my arms were aching and even then didn't
deny her.  At last they announced the boarding and Ashley slipped
down.

"I wish I could fit _you_ in my luggage.  Say," she tapped my crotch
with a finger, "you sure that thing isn't detachable?"  At exactly the
same moment we both noticed that damp spot she'd left on the front of
my trousers.  "Oh my, won't the flight attendants be talking about
you," she giggled.

Then she was gone, grinning and waving and blowing me kisses all the
way down the ramp.

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