Chapter 01 – Legacy
Mornings were still the most difficult part of the day. Waking up to an empty house, without the smell of burnt toast filling the air or the sounds of his old man flipping noisily through the newspaper to greet him, but, rather, waking up to the knowledge that he was alone in the world. The only family he had ever known, gone forever. It all seemed so unreal and he could physically feel the pain gripping his entire body every single day.
Still, reluctantly, Stephen swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there, dreading the notion that today he would begin packing up his parent's room. He had not been in there since the day following the funeral and had been actively avoiding it for close to six months now.
A gentle knocking pulled him out of his reverie and he looked up to see Sarah standing at his bedroom door, smiling lovingly at him.
"You feeling ready for this?" her voice was sweet and forcibly upbeat.
"Not sure...but with you here it should be easier." It was a lame attempt at acknowledging her constant support over the last few months. The smile on Stephen's lips more for her benefit than due to any real sense of relief or levity. Sarah really was a sweetheart, he thought, an all-American, girl-next-door type with flowing blonde hair and a beautiful smile.
"Well, that's what I'm here for, right?" she replied, gracefully turning on her heels and walking away toward the stairs, her sundress molding to the curves of a body sculpted by years of playing competitive sports, teasing Stephen with the promise of what lay beneath.
'What the hell?!' - The thought of her naked body underneath that dress caught him by surprise, actually making him a bit embarrassed, almost as if he was being improper by thinking of her in that way while preparing to put his parent's belongings away. Yet there was no denying how much he was enjoying watching her walk away. The image of her nude body, with that perfectly round behind and those incredibly long, toned legs hiding her clean, shaved pussy burning in his brain. He could almost touch her.
"Are you coming baby?"
Sarah was standing by the stairs. 'God she looked beautiful.'
"I'll be right there" was the weak reply.
After a quiet breakfast together Sarah cleaned up the table and joined Stephen as he made his way upstairs, holding his hand all along until they solemnly crossed the threshold into his parent's room. A sweet dampness hung in the air mixing in with the smell of his mother's perfume. They quietly got down to business, carefully putting things in boxes as they moved methodically through the room.
They had been at it for a couple of hours and Stephen was almost done clearing out his father's bedside table when he saw the envelope. It was small and square, and entirely unremarkable. It had his name written on it in what looked like pencil, a bit of which came off on his thumb as he unconsciously pulled the envelope towards his chest. A flood of memories nearly overwhelmed him. Snap shots of earlier, happier days spent with his dad fishing and riding bikes by the beach. The sound of his voice resonating in his head as he called his name when he got too far ahead. With these thoughts dancing through his head he gently tore at the seal and pulled out a single piece of paper with what appeared to be his father's handwriting.
"Dear Stephen, I write this note simply to remind you of how much I have loved you and your mother all this years. I know I probably never said it enough, but words never seemed to suffice. All I can hope for now is that you will soon find that you possess, within you, all the tools necessary to gain the happiness that I found with your mother, for your own life.
I love you son."
Stephen was absorbed by the small paper in his hands when the though of Sarah's naked form flashed before his eyes once again. A searing image burning quickly; like black powder. When the image disappeared he found myself staring into Sarah's deep blue eyes, her arms wrapped tightly around him.
The kiss began softly, almost reverential in its intimacy. Sarah's body felt warm and comforting in a way that only comes from years of mutual affection. But there was also something else in that warmth...a different and more intense sort of heat.
The temperature continued to rise and soon they were both holding each other tighter, their mouths locked in a kiss more passionate and animalistic then any they had ever shared before. Stephen could feel the heat coming from Sarah's mouth engulfing his whole body and through the burning haze he felt her hands tentatively reach for his swelling cock, which was straining the fabric his jeans, her chest heaving as she squeezed and pulled at him. His body responded instinctively, his hands reaching for her ass, lifting her onto the tips of her toes, trying to bring her closer than he knew was physically possible, pressing his cock against her cunt, the thin fabric of their clothes the only thing separating the two.
"Fuck." The word surprised him coming out of her mouth. He couldn't remember Sarah ever saying the 'f' word before. "Aah...fuck...mmm" her pelvis grinding against his groin, begging for contact. Well if fucking was what she wanted then that's what he would give her.
He frantically pulled her sundress up and over her hips, desperately trying to get at her panties, planning to pull them down but, before he had time to do anything else, she had already wrapped her right leg around his waist and was frantically fumbling with piece of cotton covering her slit, trying to move it aside so she could get his cock inside her. There was no teasing, no hesitation, she simply pulled her panties aside and pulling his dick out of his pants guided him right into her expectant pussy.
He had never known her to be this wet. Her cunt slick with fluid which easily coated the head of his swollen head making him harder than he could ever remember being and, without needing any more incentive, Stephen pushed into her as deep as he could go, her insides grabbing at his meat like a wet fist.
"Fuck, I love your cock baby." Her breath tickled his ear and her words tickled him elsewhere. Stephen loved dirty talk but he had long ago resigned himself to the idea that Sarah just wasn't 'that' girl. Yet, here she was, lost in the moment. Fulfilling one of his fantasies.
"I love you baby." He muttered as he put his right arm around her body, reaching once more for her ass, his fingers hooking on her panties pulling them farther from her soaking wet pussy and his left hand dug into the flesh of her thigh which was draped on his hip and he began to pump into his girlfriend like he had always wanted to, but had never done before.