January was almost over and the end-of-year rush for Samantha was almost over. It had been a couple of weeks since the girls had gone back to school and she was looking forward to a weekend off and a chance to go see her girls. More accurately, she was looking forward to an extended orgy with her daughters and their girlfriends. Samantha was daydreaming about having Alice sitting on her face when the phone rang. Samantha's irritation drained away quickly when she saw that it was her sister, Cassandra, calling. Cassie was very conservative, but sweet and vivacious. She may never be the life of the party, but she was definitely a ray of light.
"Hey sis, what's up?" The only response that Samantha heard was uncontrolled sobbing. "Cassie? Sweety? What's wrong?"
Between sniffles and sobs, Cassandra managed to say, "Ray and I are getting divorced. Can I stay with you a while?"
"Of course, Cassie! You're always welcome to stay with me as long as you like. The girls are away at school, so you can take one of their rooms. If they come in to visit, I'm sure they won't mind sharing a room."
Samantha got the house ready for her sister's arrival, then called the girls to let them know that she wouldn't be able to come see them. The girls were sorely disappointed, but they understood. They loved their aunt very much and hated that she was hurting.
The next day, Cassandra arrived at Samantha's door. Samantha welcomed her little sister in and offered her a glass of wine and a warm embrace. Cassandra downed the wine in a single gulp, then hugged her sister. Feeling loved for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Cassandra broke down and sobbed uncontrollably on her sister's shoulder.
For the first few days, Cassandra rarely left the room that Samantha had prepared for her. When Cassandra did venture out, it was often as a wraith haunting the halls or picking listlessly at food. On a couple of occasions, however, she was a spirit of wrath, vitriol flowing freely across the phone lines directed at agents of her soon-to-be-ex-husband's will.
Samantha and Cassandra settled into a routine. While Samantha was at work, Cassandra dealt with issues from her divorce. When Samantha got home, she prepared dinner for them. Samantha talked and ate, while Cassandra heard and took occasional breaks from pushing her food around to take a bite. It would have been easy for Samantha to take offense, but she knew her sister had little appetite because her stomach was full of the shards of a broken heart. After dinner, they sat together in silence as the television played.
One night, Cassandra broke the routine. Finally ready to open up about the death of her marriage, she poured her heart out in an uninterrupted stream. "Ray cheated on me. Again. A couple of years ago, he got distant and started spending a lot more time at work. He lost all interest in sex. I thought he was just really stressed, working hard to be a good provider and keep our company running. I thought he was a good man. One evening, I decided to surprise him by bringing him dinner so we could have a meal together. When I got there, I found him working alright. Working on his secretary. He had that... that slut bent over his desk with her skirt flipped up and he was just pounding away. We started couples therapy and I made him replace his secretary with a grizzled old former Marine named Joe. Therapy didn't help much. We tried being intimate, but with every thrust I kept seeing that bitch's face and hearing her moans, and I couldn't get into it. Anyway, Joe was a godsend. Not only was he good with customers, he was also good with our books. He noticed some odd expenses and tracked them down. Turns out, Ray was using company money to lavish gifts on his new mistress."
Having gotten that off her chest, Cassandra's breath caught in her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, then poured down her cheeks. "What's wrong with me? Why doesn't he love me anymore? Am I not pretty enough? Is it... is it because I couldn't give him any children?" Cassandra buried her face in Samantha's shoulder, sobbing fiercely.
Samantha held her sister close, stroking her hair and rubbing her back. "You are an amazing, gorgeous, wonderful, sexy woman and anyone, and I do mean anyone, would be lucky to have you. Ray's a fool who didn't realize he had more than anyone could possibly hope for."
"Thanks, sis. You're the best. I love you so much."
"I love you too, sis."
After her cathartic outburst, Cassandra felt a bit better and was a bit more sociable. Evenings became movie nights, though rom-coms were generally avoided, for obvious reasons. One night, Samantha and Cassie settled on an evening of drinking whiskey and watching The Terminator. Everything was going normally, until the scene where John was conceived. Cassandra's breathing was getting noticeably heavier and her face was flushed to the point Samantha was getting concerned. "Are you ok sis?"
"Yeah, it's just, you know, they're, um, and it's, um..."
"Oh, the sex scene getting you a bit horny?"
"Yeah, it's just that it's been so long since I've had an orgasm, I'm about to lose my mind. I can't believe I'm talking about this."
"Wait... you haven't used any toys or petted your kitty? In over a year?"
"I tried, but it just made me more depressed. It was a reminder that nobody wanted me."
"Well, tomorrow's Friday. We should get dressed to the 9s and go clubbing. A sexy woman like you will have her choice of hot young studs."
"I can't. It wouldn't feel right to have sex with someone who doesn't love me and who I don't love."
"Hmm... Ok, what if someone who you love and who loves you used toys on you?"
"If there was someone that I loved, who loved me, I'd rather he just use his cock."
"What if he doesn't have a cock? What if he was, um, a she?"
