This is a long-delayed sequel to one of my earlier stories, Inheritance. I never planned on writing one, truth be told, but when an idea slapped itself upside my head, I just went with it.
Fair warning, if you read the first one and thought it was, maybe, just a little dark... what's next isn't any brighter. To say the least.
Anyway, enjoy. Or don't. Up to you. Gonna be a three part sequel.
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"I don't want to go."
Nate rolled his blue eyes with a longsuffering he mostly faked. He knew that Patty was not as pouty as she sounded, that his wife's childish recalcitrance was actually born of a very real, very deep trauma... but it was a theoretical trauma. A rumored wounding. It was something that she'd hinted at bit-by-bit over the two decades of their marriage, let the outer shape of be glimpsed, and then never fully expressed. So what was he supposed to say?
Let's stay home and fuck
. That was most definitely what he
wanted
to say, and he refused to apologize for that impulse since it really wasn't his fault. Even though he'd long been done dressing in his suit and tie, the formalwear
she'd
picked out for him, no less, Patty was... not quite caught up. It was that state of non-caught-uppedness that had him ready to rip the noose from his neck, tear his nicely-creased pants off, and throw that mouthwatering creature he'd won the marital lottery with down on the bed so he could...
"See? I know you agree with me! I can hear your sex-growl!" Patty spun around, her long, dark, silky hair swirling about her gorgeously angular face, and Nate briefly mourned the passing of the view he'd been savoring; her lacy black thong panties wedged up her triumphal, well-earned, rippled and muscled ass above a pair of matching thigh-high stockings... and only that. Thus the aforementioned state of her not being caught up to him.
Patty looked down at Nate where he sat on the edge of their bed and her face bloomed with that familiar, promising smirk that screamed,
I'm horny as hell, and I'm not going to take it anymore!
"We can skip it. Stay here." Smirk nailed firmly in place, she began running her hands up her bare torso, starting the journey at the defined V of her toned stomach--what the classier types called
cum gutters
--and ending at the pair of bare, dusky B-cups. Nate groaned out loud when she massaged the twins briefly before she pinched her own nipples while biting her full bottom lip coquettishly. "What do you say, Silver?"
Zip.
The sound of his fly lowering was apparently more than answer enough, and Patty playfully nibbled on her finger when she swayed up to the edge of the bed, then scooted herself over her husband on the mattress, framing his legs with hers and sliding the crotch of her fancy panties to the side. There was probably something pithy that either or both of them could have said right then, but Patty was already running her fingers through his thick, blonde hair while lowering herself onto his up-thrust demonstration of support, and her half-lidded, light brown eyes were past any need for amusement.
"Mmmm... that's it Silver... remind me who I am." Patty's hips were soon flush with his, swaying gently and lovingly in his grip, and he found that he couldn't resist the temptation to look to the side, at the mirrored doors of their walk-in closet, to get a voyeur's view of the two of them making love. Of course, the laugh that bubbled up from both was inevitable when his eyes locked onto the reflection of hers as she followed the exact same impulse.
"God, we look good." Nate chuckled and reached up to run the fingers of both hands through his wife's silky black mane. "Dawn and Dusk." It was a good metaphor, if he did say so himself. Her Mediterranean heritage contrasted so well with his Scandinavian background that the effect was a delicious blending of hues that he could never get enough of. And to think, he once thought he only had a thing for wispy blondes.
Patty gave a low chortle as her movements picked up steam. "So... ungh... so corny..." She pressed her face into the crook of his neck and bit down. "You're lucky I love... love it... oh fuuuuckkk..."
Nate embraced his bride tightly as she began quivering under her first, admittedly tepid orgasm, ready to really put the work in once her over-sensitivity from it subsided a bit. At least, that was the plan, before a bump at the door put paid to it.
"Oh! Oh wow... I... I'm sorry... holy shit, this is... this is really... something."
The spouses gasped and jerked away from each other like they'd been doused with ice water, and both of them turned to look wide-eyed at the person intruding on their special moment. The invader of their sanctuary. If what Nate saw in Patty was at all reflected in the look on his own face, said interloper must have thought her parents were part fish due to the mouths gaping like they were fighting for oxygen.
"Jesus, mom... dad... I didn't mean to..." Claudia, Nate and Patty's baby girl, was frozen at the door to their bedroom and taking in the sight of the two of them like she was seeing an alien invasion happening before her eyes; astonishing and scary all at once. Suddenly, inappropriately, the girl barked out a pretty heartfelt laugh. "Shit. Eighteen years I've manage to avoid seeing this!" When she covered her shining green eyes with one hand, it was painfully obvious that it was out of a sense of the sheer ridiculousness of it all more than any impulse towards giving them back their dignity. "So, of course, today of all days..."
Patty, unable to take her eyes off her daughter and the girl's vacillating reactions, rose up on her knees to extract her husband from her now-lustless cunny. Well, semi-lustless, if her sighs of regret at feeling his length inch out of her channel were any indication. "Cloud... wow. We... we were just..."
Claudia, their soft, pure little Cloud, burst out with another laugh; one that shook her chest this time. Seeing as how that chest was straining the bodice of her tasteful black dress, Nate began to worry.
She's gonna rip the seams on that thing.
His daughter's recent... developments, the pair of them, still boggled his mind. For the entirety of the girl's youth, both he and Patty had been sure that Claudia was taking after her mother; lithe, athletic, and streamlined. Then onrushing adulthood beat the girl mercilessly with the boob stick, and her wardrobe still hadn't fully adapted. Once, Nate had commented on how it must be from some hidden part of Patty's side of the family that she got her curves, since his own mom and aunts were nowhere near that level of voluptuousness. It made sense, Claudia's coloring, other than her green eyes and auburn hair, was much closer to hers than his. His wife had only laughed it off, just as mystified by it as he was, he figured.
Wiping those green eyes now, Claudia shook her head at her nutty 'rents. "C'mon mom. You're really going to tell me that you were... what? Hugging?"
A flush rose in Patty's cheeks as she got off the bed and walked backwards towards the closet. "Yeah. No... I mean..." She huffed and put her fists on her hips, facing her daughter with an air of scolding that was only mostly devastated by her still being topless. "Why are you still in here?"
"'Cause the clock is ticking, you filthy animals." Claudia, apparently now having lost every shred of her previous shock, gave tat-for-tit to her mother, facing her full on and challengingly, if still amused. The effect was only diminished somewhat by the quick, surreptitious glances she kept shooting her father while he interred his slowly deflating dick down into its gabardine grave. "Seriously, there's no being fashionably late to a funeral. There's just rudely late."
"We're not going." Nate, mostly recovered, stood up and absently grabbed his discarded tie to wave it at his daughter in demonstration. "Your mom changed her mind."
"What?" Claudia sounded truly distraught. "Mom... why? Is it because of how grandma... found me?"
Patty, now in a bra at least, looked down at the floor in one of her rare, but very real, shows of helpless timidity. "It's a bad idea. There'll be people there that... that I can't..."
Nate and Claudia both were well used to these sudden bouts of weakness from the woman they loved; the abrupt moments that Patty seemed to turn to jelly, just for a short while, as something she'd buried was randomly sparked to life. Maybe not so random this time though. After all, it was her own father's funeral they were discussing, and Nate knew, even without having the details, that his wife's family history was the dark cave she'd spent their entire marriage trying to crawl out of.
"Cloud, if she doesn't want to, don't push her."
"Dad, I'm not..." Claudia looked miserable and torn. "Mom, I don't want to see you in pain, that's the last thing on earth I'd ever want, but this is a chance for me to... to know where I come from." The teenager tilted her head, an unsaid plea writ large in the gesture. "When grandma showed up out of the blue last week, our talk was... it was phenomenal. She's so amazing, and her stories..." The girl took a breath. "Do you... wouldn't you like to see if you can start to... heal? This chance at closure and goodbye would be the right way to do it, I think."
"Baby..." Patty reached a hand out towards her plaintive child. "You don't understand. No one can."
"I..." Claudia sighed, her shoulders slumping so hard they looked to be dropping to the center of the earth. "Yeah. Fine. It... it's okay." She began absently tugging on the formal dress she'd picked out for the funeral. "I think I probably look like a lumpy sack in this old thing anyway. Hardly the best impression to give when you meet... never mind." The girl turned to go.
Patty shot one, singularly desperate look at Nate, who could do nothing but shrug in return.
You're calling the shots on this one, my love.
"Cloud, wait." Patty squeezed her eyes shut. "You shouldn't have to pay the price for my... history." The woman reached into her closet and plucked out her own black dress; chosen, then ignored, and now chosen anew. "You deserve to experience at least some of your heritage. The good parts. Hopefully." That last word was barely a whisper.
To a backdrop of her daughter's squeal of glee, Patty shimmied into her lovely frock like she was putting her own blindfold on before the firing squad took care of the rest. "What's the drive... a couple hours?" She grunted cynically. "That used to seem so far."
"It'll be quick. The funeral will be painless. The day will be good. You'll see." Claudia moved forward suddenly and hugged her mother before the older woman was completely finished dressing, not caring about the oddity of pressing their forms together in that state. "Thank-you mom. You're the best."
A nice, quick peck on the lips between the duo signaled the signing of the contract, in a way, and all that was left for the family was to pack it into the car and head out to a dead body and the reunion that came with it. Nate laughed internally.
The dead leading the way to the future. It's like bad poetry.
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