Joint Loss

This story depicts mature step familial sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.

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The grief counsellor encountered so many variations of how people handled loss in the family; she couldn't write a book about it because of the wide variation. Thankfully today's visit would turn out well in the end, she had a sixth sense for this sort of thing. Yes, the deceased's daughter was at a critical point in her life and she would take years, decades even, to overcome the loss of what was obviously her best friend and chief confidant and advisor. Her situation was precarious as the man currently sat next to her holding her, comforting her, was her stepfather rather than her genetic father but Jake had been in Lana's life since she was a small five-year-old girl.

Without drawing breath he stated to Lana, "You know how much you meant to your mother and I tell you now that I promised her that to my last breath that I would do everything in my power to make sure you are well cared for. Your Mum made me promise as she was dying but I hope you know I would have done so without having had that commitment. You are as dear to me as you were to your Mum; if I had had a daughter, I would have wanted her to be as good a person as you are. It's just the two of us now but that's all the other needs; it's you and I against the world and I know you'll do as much as you can to make your Mum proud."

Lana leant her head against Jake's without raising her gaze from the floor, whispering "I know that and I know both of you sacrificed so much for me, you especially for someone who isn't even your blood. You take the two of us on when others wouldn't and although there wasn't much to match, you are a true father, not that sperm donor. I know I can rely on you every minute of every day and I promise to do the same for you." The counsellor had been versed in the home dynamics and guessed Lana was referring to her genetic father. The session had concluded well and the counsellor walked away from the house with a good feeling in her heart.

Both Lana's and Jake's employers had given them extended bereavement leave and Jake did a good job of keeping both organisations informed on the funeral arrangements and subsequent progress reports. Lana took herself away to her bedroom for days after her mother succumbed to the big C and Jake had allowed her space while he did his own grieving but it soon dawned on her that she should have been providing him the same support he was trying to offer her and so the next few days saw them existing in a combined bubble. Even doing daily, mundane, tasks was done as a couple; they talked, a lot, and that was valuable to both, especially Jake as he was really worried about Lana's mental health. She had been let down spectacularly by her genetic father but the loss of her mother, her rock, could have seen her fall off the rails and Jake was watching her every move.

He had seen Lana through her biggest transitions, from escorting her with her mother to neighbours on Halloween to collect goodies, beaming proudly the first time she was a bridesmaid for a family friend, graduating school and landing her first job. It startled Jake just how much she looked like her Mum, even in her early years when he looked back at old photos of Jody he was looking at Lana in a different-era dress. Lana's mannerisms and sayings were straight out of her Mum's playbook and Jake took a great degree of comfort knowing that the wife he missed so painfully would never be truly deceased while her daughter was alive.

Both found the first-year anniversary of Jody's death particularly painful and had retreated into the house, the sole comfort for both was having the other just feet away. Events such as Jody's birthday, Mother's Day and Christmas were all hard but the anniversary was poignant as it coincided with the trees changing colour for Autumn and Jake felt there was a long run-up to the day, almost as if the trees were demonstrating their compassion for him. He had taken to taking Lana with him when he went food shopping as without, he would find single women giving him the eye when their shopping trolleys passed. It was just too hard for him to even consider moving on, it felt like he was betraying the one woman that got him, his taste in music, his quirks and his mannerisms; well one of two as Lana was thankfully there. That's not to say that he worried about her being held back by him; she wasn't a frequent dater while her Mum was alive but since her death, he couldn't recall her dating at all.

Two days after the anniversary he asked Lana "You aren't hanging around just for me, are you? Aren't your friends worried that you aren't spending time with them?"

Lana shrugged as she composed her answer "In fairness, Mum's passing has made me grow up. When I hear my friend's petty gripes, I consider them just that -- petty and insignificant. As for boys, no thanks, those my age are too immature; I wasn't over-impressed before but since that day, well, I see the world differently now. I'm not spending time with you out of any kind of obligation, I like spending time with you because you get me, you get my mood, you've always been good for my wellbeing and you get where my head is at. Sometimes when I find the one boy, no man, that does for me what you do I not only think it will be a rare day but certainly a special day." That earned her a special hug which both cherished even as it went on, neither felt uncomfortable in close proximity with the other. If anything, Jake cuddled her better than her mother did; as a child, whenever she fell over Jake was the first to comfort her and he would often joke with Jody that Lana ran to him as a comforter before her mother but then Jody had evolved in Lana's life confidant in later years.

This mutual support formed the backdrop of their proceeding days and months. They had been close before but now; well, their relationship had evolved into something that both cherished. One evening was to change all that though; it was just after the second anniversary that Jake found himself unable to sleep. It had been some time since he had been unable to sleep through the entire night but this night his dreams had troubled him enough to get up and go downstairs for a drink and to sit watching some mind-numbing late-night TV. As he reached the top of the stairs he was about to turn for his bedroom when he heard Lana whimpering in her bedroom, he considered it quite cute initially but then the sound changed to what seemed more painful and his brow furrowed immediately.

He rarely went into her bedroom but the sound concerned him enough to lightly knock on the door. As his knuckles made contact with the wood, the momentum pushed the door open into the room, she had obviously not closed it properly. He realised as her bed came into view that he was right to be concerned. His stepdaughter was obviously dreaming but her leg thrashing had pushed the covers down to her feet and she wriggled from one side to another as her head thrashed about. He stepped over to the bed and gently shook her shoulder trying to wake her and her eyes shot open in shock until she realised where she was. There was a momentary look of relief before she started to cry, holding her head in her hands.

Jake sat on the edge of the bed and reached down to partially lift her into his arms. He gently stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head as she used to like when she was a child, "It's okay, it was just a dream. I'm here now" he cooed gently to her.

The arms that she wrapped around his neck tightened even though the tears continued to flow and that was how they stayed for ten minutes. "I was dreaming about Mum. She was ahead of me and no matter how fast I ran I couldn't catch up to her" Lana blurted and then the tears began again.

"It's okay" Jake consoled, "I dream about her often, it shows how much we miss her. I know she will never be truly gone while you are here and you just need to remember that I'll be there for you every step of the way while I still have a breath in my body; you are my world."

His words had the required soothing effect on Lana as she calmed down and she asked in a whisper "Would you mind sleeping here with me tonight like you used to?" Jake smiled to himself; this was just the sort of thing she used to play as a child. She would often come into her Mum's bedroom in the morning and want to get in with them. At first, it was on her Mum's side but as she became more comfortable with Jake around the house, she favoured his side of the bed, not that her Mum minded as little Lana liked to sleep stretched out. Lana hadn't done this for maybe a decade or more but Jake, even though Lana liked to have his arm draped over her, was always conscious to lie away from her with just his upper torso in contact with her.

Lana woke in the morning before Jake and she smiled to herself the way that she had spooned up to him with his arm still draped over her. 'I've missed having someone next to me' as she gently nestled into him, trying not to wake him so she could prolong the cuddle; that's when she felt his morning wood pressed against her buttocks. She had been with enough boys her age to know about such things and she nervously reached behind her to take a gentle grip on the hard flesh. Immediately she flushed both at the embarrassment if Jake woke up and at the realisation of its thickness.

Lana quickly pulled her hand away and settled for an extended cuddle until Jake started to wake. She glanced over her shoulder to him, smiled and said "Thank you for that. I slept much better with you here; I can't thank you enough."

The look over the shoulder was the point that Jake realised his pretty little girl was actually a very beautiful woman as he replied "My pleasure. If it helps, I slept better last night than of late." He kissed her shoulder and got up to prepare for the day ahead although he was conscious to stand facing the other way as a precaution that she saw his morning wood and got the wrong impression. Throughout the day Lana was troubled, each time she sat and dwelled on last night she kept picturing Jake's erection, more specifically it's thickness, she didn't know what it actually looked like but her imagination was running wild based on what she had felt. As it turned out Jake similarly had a disturbed day when he pictured the way Lana looked over her shoulder at him; yes, she looked so amazingly similar to her mother but actually she was now a fully-fledged beautiful woman in her own right and it disturbed him at just how amazingly sexy she looked glancing over her shoulder at him. He shouldn't be having that kind of thoughts about his stepdaughter. It was his job to nurture and protect her now her mother was gone; but all the same she was very beautiful.

That evening Jake sat watching a documentary on TV when Lana entered the room; or should that be graceful and swan-like entered the room. Jake shook his head to try and clear that last thought away. With him sitting on one end of the sofa Lana sat next to him and then snuggled up to him asking "You don't mind, do you?"

His answer was his usual course of events, to wrap his nearest arm around her shoulder and pull her in tight before kissing the top of her head saying, "Not at all." They were sat for the duration of the programme sharing their thoughts on the content without getting too deep in conversation. They washed up after dinner and did what prep they could for the following day and then made their way to their separate bedrooms.

Jake settled in the bed but lay staring at the ceiling picturing Lana's expression this morning. There was a faint tap at the door and Lana pushed the door open, peering around the door. In a quiet voice, she asked, "I slept so well last night, do you mind if I snuggle up to you again? I like waking up with you." Jake just chuckled and threw part of the duvet aside to which Lana smiled impishly bouncing on her toes as she skipped to the bed. They assumed the spoon position and both drifted off to sleep easily but it was Jake who woke up first this time. Lana was snuggled into him while he had his left arm underneath her neck and his right draped over her right side but it was where his hand drifted to. It was nestled on the underside of her breast, her warm to the touch full round breast and it felt good. He reluctantly pulled his hand back but I thought it inappropriate if she woke to find him holding her like that.

What Jake didn't realise was that he wasn't the first to wake, Lana had been lying there luxuriating in his grasp of her breast. She had only been on one date since her Mum had been diagnosed a year before she passed away and having the natural sex drive of a healthy woman in her early twenties she had consoled herself using her fingers to get herself off. If Jake had moved his hand upwards, he would have felt her prominent nipples pressing into his palm; they weren't overly large by some of her friend's standards but when they pinged out, people noticed. She had a pang of regret when Jake pulled his hand back but she had enjoyed the attention while she could.

If he was troubled the previous day, this time around he really couldn't clear the fog in his brain. Lana's breast just felt so good in his hand; the mere thought was enough to get his trousers tenting and once again he found he admonished himself for having those impure thoughts. That evening Jake pointedly asked, "Do you want another cuddle tonight?"

Lana looked slightly abashed as she replied "If you wouldn't mind. I find I sleep better when you're there. I guess I just like being cuddled while I sleep." The truth of it was that she had enjoyed waking up not only with his arm around, not only with her butt pressed into his crotch but his hand radiated such warmth while being so gentle. On two separate occasions at work, she had to go to the toilets and bring herself off with her fingers. 'What is wrong with me?' she debated to herself.

Jake chuckled and replied "Ok although I can't deny I have less troubled sleep as well. I can't explain why but as long as I'm not intruding on your space, I will happily spoon up. It seems we are good for each other." Lana had trouble sleeping, not because of Jake's presence, but more to do with her fascination with his thick dick. She managed to roll over to face him without waking him and her hand wandered down to his dick which after a brief couple of rubs started to fill out as the blood flowed into it. Today, instead of the previously chased caressing, she was determined to free it from his pyjamas to really assess it.

It felt warm and the skin was soft to the touch and she was pleased to find that it was a decent length too. As he hadn't woken Lana felt suitably daring to slip down the bed and take him in her mouth, dipping her head back and forth for roughly five minutes. It had been so long since she had used her mouth on a man but she certainly couldn't deny that she felt a tingly inside her. A pang of regret made her stop and she made sure to replace his dick and tie the drawstring of his pyjamas so that he wouldn't tell she had sampled his dick, after which she slowly rolled over once more and settled into sleep. For his part, Jake was having a lovely dream that he was being blown and he woke up with his usual morning wood pressing into Lana's butt. Previously he moved away but after having such a vivid dream, today he welcomed the contact as it made his pulse run.

The following night was almost a repeat with Lana taking him in her mouth, only that wasn't enough for her tonight. The furtive touches the past couple of evenings were beginning to get to here and certainly she wanted more -- a lot more in fact. She gently eased Jake so he was lying on his back with his glorious dick pointing skywards; although the lights were off, the light from tonight's full moon trickled in enough light that she could evaluate it enough. With a strange sense of daring Lana slowly lifted her right leg over Jake and then crouched above him while she guided the head of his dick towards her splayed pussy. She gave a muffled groan as the head engaged, 'Oh god, that feels so nice' were her thoughts at the time.

She slowly sunk down his length, luxuriating in the sensations that every bump and ridge of his dick was generating as her own muscles gripped the warm silky flesh. 'Oh yes, it feels too good to deny any longer. I need to fuck and I need it now.' The way her rise and fall along his length, especially as she bottomed out smacking against his crotch, was bound to wake Jake up some time and to be frank, she was past caring. He had been having another vivid dream about fucking a deliciously tight pussy when Lana bounced down once too often and a teeth-jarring orgasm started careering around her entire body waking him up. She was still fully impaled on him while resting her hands against his chest. Jake's eyes shot open at the realisation that he was balls deep inside Lana "What the... "he blustered. As he desperately tried to wriggle from underneath her. 'Oh god, please don't let this be on me not being able to control myself' he considered.

It slowly dawned on him though that Lana was fully awake and therefore their positioning must have been down to her. Lana was incapable of speaking but pressed down on him so he didn't become dislodged from inside her. Crucially for his shocked reaction, his dick remained hard inside her and as she returned to terra firma she gasped "Oh god I needed that, you feel amazing inside me." With that she started to rock up and down on him once more, rushing towards her next climax.

Jake looked aghast, yes it felt amazing to have such a tightpussy gripping him. Yes, these sensations with anyone were very long overdue and he certainly didn't want it to stop any time soon but he still asked excitedly "What are you doing?"

Lana was increasing her tempo and eventually replied "What does it feel like I'm doing? You're fucking me or more specifically, I'm fucking you. God, it feels good."

Jake would have to agree with her final sentiment but the fact remained that the two of them should not be doing this now, or ever for that matter. "But we can't" he pleaded.

"Oh god I can feel it building again" Lana gasped before adding "Look neither of us wants to be with anyone else but each other. We can do this and we're doing it here; I need it right now but I really can't open up to anyone else right now. You know what we're going through but I so need to come."

Jake might have been able to muster some kind of resistance even though he didn't want her to stop but just then Lana reached for her slight white silk nightgown and lifted it clear of her head to be discarded somewhere off to the side. The best she could offer was "But...but..."

Lana stretched upwards like a cat as if she were glad to be free of the garment and boy did, she look so many special types of amazing. She had the typical tight sinewy body of a twenty-year-old but her breasts looked fabulous; he guessed at least a 34D. As if reading his mind Lana reached down for his hands and brought them up so that he could cup her breasts, feeling the weight of each warm silky soft orb. She positioned his fingers at her nipples and Jake instinctively started to tweak at the rubbery nubs. Lana was increasing the rate of her riding as her gasping and groaning increased in tempo but as Jake started to tweak at her nipple she exclaimed "Oh yes" at the same time as her pussy gripped him firmer than it was already doing failing by a wail of release.

Jake considered this was the time to call a halt to proceedings but Lana had other ideas. Bringing her hands up to his she started to squeeze on the back of his hands so that he mimicked her by caressing her breasts at the same time as starting to ride his lovely thick dick once more. She hadn't had too many sexual partners but what she did know was that none of them came close to the sensation Jake was generating within her. He could tell though that she was starting to falter; her riding was significantly diminished compared to earlier. Yes, he could have put a halt to proceedings but the reality was that he didn't want to. He moved his hands to grasp her hips and then rolled over so that he was knelt between her spread legs as she lay back on the bed. Rather than withdraw from her, Jake braced himself with his clenched fists and started to thrust his hips. "Oh god, yes" Lana gushed in response to being on the receiving end of the fucking of her life.