This is a work of fantasy only and all participants mentioned are over 18.
Only my second submission. It is a bit of a slow burn and I hope it will lead to more Chapters.
Damages : A story of Family
"I didn't mean for this to happen, did I?" she thought and then continued, " maybe I did mean for this to happen..."
Lynn was in an absolute awful state. Her Stepfather, a rock in her tumultuous existence had just died. The entire family was devastated and all of them were at her mom's house. The noise and the chaos weren't what was making her so upset, it was the grief. Not just grief for the sudden a recent death, but also for her marriage. Her 30-year relationship went down in flames only months before when her daughter caught her narcissistic, shitbag soon-to-be-ex-husband making out with some gym bunny in the neighbourhood playground.
Like most upright American women, Lynn was drinking heavily to cope. Oh, she had a new boyfriend, an old childhood crush at that. They had gotten back in contact through a cancer survivors' network. Her ex had been gaslighting her about the new flame being involved before the end of their marriage, but it wasn't like that. She wasn't like that. Lynn Strauss was a good, faithful wife who would follow her man anywhere and sweat blood to support him despite all his failings. One of which was his inability to quit fucking other women, even when she was barely surviving through chemo. Her new beau was loving, funny and had taken her traveling something she never ever had the chance to do much before. They had both fought Cancer and came through the other side winning. Unfortunately, new doesn't always mean better and Rafael had proven to be nigh on impotent in the bedroom. As a hypersexual creature, Lynn was repeatedly serviced well by her bodybuilder ex, who would throw her around like a ragdoll and eagerly participate with butt play and toys. That chapter of her life came to a crashing halt with the divorce, and it looked like Rafa was not going to give her the kind of pleasure she needed, craved, and maybe was owed.
Things were looking bleak as she was staring down her second Zombie of the afternoon, but at least she was surrounded by love and people who were sharing a large portion of her grief. Her parents' siblings, nieces, nephews, the grandkids and great grandkids made a houseful and the constant circulation of relatives meant fresh hugs, kisses and tears. The most pleasant presence was John, her brother. They were born less than a year apart and had been incredibly close growing up. in many respects they were best of friends and had supported each other through high school and University. After getting married she and John spoke a lot less often, her life became all about her husband and eventually kids. John had also transferred his profession across the pond to Dublin and had become insufferably European, with all the socialised medicine and gun control rhetoric too. She loved him still and her face lit up when she saw him, and they chatted and soon it felt like the rest of the disaster had melted away.
John had an easy way about him, but Lynn realised that was just with her and Mom. With others he could be cranky and boorish, and this was made worse by the fact that he had a rather traumatic accident on his bike, resulting in a compartment syndrome in one leg and a mass of metal holding the other one together. Lynn would sigh as she thought about how all the men in her life were absolute trainwrecks. Four zombies down and she was having a frank chat about her situation with John in the kitchen. He was barely mobile, be seemed so strong and vital. Rafa balked from the couch when the topic strayed to lingerie and her penchant for thongs. She reminded him that John was her brother and more like her first boyfriend and so the topic wasn't untoward.
Lynn wrapped her brother up in a hug and felt the warmth of his dad-bod bulk pressed against her and she noticed that his cock wasn't exactly hard but it definitely wasn't soft either. She planted a warm kiss on his lips, just a peck really, but a peck that lingered a bit. She felt something but dismissed it as just her growing desperation for a mourning fuck as they parted. She swam back into the wake full force and shared tales of her Dad, her divorce, her kids and her new life out of state. She consoled her heartbroken mother and spoke with other siblings and nieces and nephews about plans going forward with debts, the funeral and memorial service.
Later that evening everyone had left. Her kids were staying with other family members and an exhausted Rafa had gone to bed. Mom had retired early to with too much grief and alcohol weighing her down. That left her and John to chat in the living room. They talked about her sex life pre and post-divorce and how John and his wife had decided during the COVID lockdowns to open up their marriage. The fear of missing out reason John gave seemed so frivolous to her. After the way her marriage ended, she couldn't consider the idea of having sex with other people as a valid part of a marriage. It seemed all a bit of a sham to her, but John was happy and his wife back in Dublin seemed happier still during their Zoom calls. And then...
"You haven't seen me since the surgery, have you?" Lynn asked. she had had a double Mastectomy and reconstruction because of her Cancer.
"No, I haven't, you moved before our last trip over and then well COVID hit and the last couple of years everything has gone nuts"
"Oh, I guess that is right, I hadn't thought. Here, have a look."
Lynn was no prude, so it wasn't odd in her mind to take off her sweatshirt and lift her bra in front of him. When they were younger, she hardly ever wore clothes around the house, so it wasn't like John was getting a show of something he had never seen. She was proud of her breasts, she thought they were a mess, but conversely, she was showing off her battle scars like a true warrior. John looked at them clinically and dispassionately. He asked if could touch her scars and she allowed him to. He ran his warm (thankfully) fingertips along the surgical lines as she explained what each scar was from. He playfully hefted each one when she described how she dropped her implants to Cs as the Double D cups were painful. As she put her bra back on, she had said the D cups fit in better with her frame before the cancer. After chemo however, she had lost so much weight she was trimmer than when she was an athlete in school and the big boobs looked ridiculous. The rest of their chat was small talk about their kids and the miscellany of living through a pandemic in different countries.
With her sixth zombie done, Lynn stood and said her goodnights to head off to bed in the house's spare bedroom. She watched as John kicked his damaged legs up on the couch to elevate them. She leaned down and gave him another very tender kiss and then shambled off to bed. Rafa was already deeply asleep. as she undressed for bed the sorrow and horniness hit her all at once. The cool draft from the ceiling fan made her nipples and areolas crinkle up like wastepaper and she suddenly noticed she was flushed and very wet. Lynn climbed under the bedcovers and nudged Rafa. He rolled over and yawned when she suggested a quick fuck. he rolled back over and wearily said he was too tired and too drunk for anything to work and immediately plunged back into slumber. "DAMN!" she thought, "no lick, no fiddle; not even a slap or a tickle." she lay down and tried jilling herself to sleep but unfortunately masturbation was never very paramount in her sex life and so the only thing that crescendoed was her frustration. At least the rum did its job and the six zombies let her sleep.
Her dreams that came unbidden were of flesh. Hands holding her assertively, not the hard alpha male crush of her ex-husband hands, nor the ineffectual robotic hands of her current lover; no these were different hands. All over her body they stroked. the small of her back, the curve of her ass, the nape of her neck, her pudendum and her sex. Oh, it was glorious to feel fingers not her own folding and moulding her lips, pushing deep into her cunt and stroking her in a manner that didn't bring orgasm but the sheer pleasure of being touched gently and well. Whose hands were these she wondered and omigod there is so many of them. Still in her dream a hairy chest a thick rod her own hand wrapped around and dark purple cockhead that looked so inviting as she leaned down and parted her lips to...
"WAKE UP AUNTY!!!" her niece's daughter shouted as she jumped onto the bed between her and Rafa.
The Day was bright and unseasonably warm as Lynn took her mom out to shop for stocking fillers for the grandkids. Lynn was still savouring her remembered dream and was hoping for some real attention form Rafa that evening. The retail therapy was working, and her mother was as cheerful as she could manage. Lynn picked up some expensive Eau de Toilet that she loved but hardly ever wore. She was treating herself dammit and if it helped get her some loving she was going to get it done. She sampled some but didn't put any on. She would wear it later to tempt and tease her lover and finally have some sex she desperately required. Mom and Daughter returned to a packed house of relatives already visiting and a full-on feast of Mexican fast food laid out on the dining room table. It seemed like all her nieces and cousins had brought their strapping husbands with them and Lynn couldn't help undressing this man feast with her eyes. She took each young man by the hand wondering if it was one of them who she had touching her in her dream. She realised she was salivating at the thought of the cock she was about to suck before her unceremonious waking. She decided to grab the rums and pineapple juice and get started on a zombie.
Grief makes people do a lot of strange things and in this case, it was making Lynn drink, WAY more than normal. Her Father's zombie recipe was also proving to be popular with many members of the family and especially her and Rafa. Contrary to her hopes as the family streamed out at the end of the evening Rafa proved to be too sloshed and tired to stay awake much longer. The drink was aggravating John's legs too. So, when he kicked up his legs, Lynn gave them a rub to get the excess fluid out of his ankles and she changed the dressing on his wounded leg. She was a nurse and a natural carer. She loved to look after people and John needed looking after. By the time She was finished, Rafa had already gone to bed. He snarked about her lavishing attention on her brother and ignoring him. She knew he was only joking but it stung none the less.
Lynn was tidying up the last bits in the kitchen when John came up and hugged her from behind. He nuzzled into the ash blonde hair on her neck.
"You still wearing that perfume?" he asked, and she nodded in reply and leaned back into his hug. John continued, " I remember when Aunt Mary brought some back for you from her trip to Paris. I didn't realise you still wore it"
"Well, Shitbag preferred Calvin Klein on me, but I saw this when I was out with Mom earlier and thought I would treat myself and Rafa of course..."
"Poor fool doesn't get what he is missing," John whispered in her ear as hugged her tighter.
She looked down at his arms. One was across her collarbones and the other lower with his hand just between her belly button and her underappreciated sex. Then reality cascaded away when saw his hands. His hands the ones that had caressed and made love to her in her dream. The same hands that had dipped into her pussy and made her taste herself in her dream the previous evening, were now holding her. She flooded with wetness at the thought and unconsciously pushed her ass back into him. Her Brother John, he was the spark to her passion that kept her off balance all day.
"You used to do that to me when we were kids." He said
"What did I do?" She asked suddenly self-conscious.
"You used to stick your ass out at me whenever I smacked it walking by or when I snapped a towel at you when we did dishes or whenever I nagged you to go put some clothes on."
