It had been a hard day the funeral had taken it out of him. They had only met five years ago, but it had been a whirlwind romance. They had known from the first date that it was real. They dated for a year and gotten married the next. Their families had bonded. The four girls, two each had meshed like they were biological sisters. Their different personalities complimenting one another. That had made things easier because of the suddenness of their relationship and marriage.
The cancer too, was sudden. Taking her within two months of diagnosis. Hardly even enough time to wrap his head around the fact that she was dying. Thank god she didn't linger. At the end not looking anything but the beautiful and sexy woman he had known, wasting away to 92 pounds at her death. Her face and body gaunt from the drugs and the disease. Thinking about her on the drive home made him sad, he was just glad the memorial lunch was finally over. He didn't know how much more he could take; the grief was settling in on him hard.
He and his daughters were driving back to the condo after the service, the girls were talking about how beautiful the ceremony had been. He was hardly listening, he was engrossed in his own thoughts, trying to get the pain to at least subside in his heart. That would take a while, he had never known anyone like her. Arriving at the condo, they exited the car and headed inside. Gathering in the living room, his four daughters there to help ease the pain of his loss.
Abby 24, and the oldest was a school teacher and event planner. She was always the responsible one. She was his wife's first, and his favorite. She had always been around and was especially helpful to him as the end came. She helped to plan the memorial and was always at his side to lend a shoulder to cry on when it became overwhelming. Abby had spent many nights in the spare bedroom to be close to her mom as she lay dying. When her mom finally went to hospice, she was constantly at his side, making sure he and her mom had anything they needed.
Abby was about 5'4" with long ginger hair, ending in the middle of her back, the color standing out against her smooth porcelain skin. She had an amazing figure. Many times, at the condo's pool, when she came over to swim, I had appreciated her beautiful body in her small pink bikini. She had large breast, 36C or D, the flesh spilling over the thin bikini top, almost struggling to stay confined. Her body curved down to a flat and muscular stomach, the results of daily workouts. Her ass one of her best features, was small and round, and was an extension of her supple and muscular legs.
Frequently, I had gotten a half a hard on watching as she casually walked towards the pool for a swim, her tight ass swaying gently and sexily in her bikini bottoms. In street clothes it was no different. Her outfits always accentuated how spectacular her body was without being outrageous or revealing. When Abby dressed for school, her glasses on, and her hair pulled back, she looked like a sexy librarian.
It was not lost on me just how sexy she was. Many times, I got the impression she was actively flirting with me. Wearing more revealing outfits whenever she came over, low cut tops and tight high cut shorts. Leaning over and lingering there so I could get a better look at those beautiful large melons or her firm round ass. Every once in a while, catching a glimpse of the smooth flesh next to her pussy as she lay on a deck chair, her leg casually thrown over the side, her foot tapping out some song in her head.
Abby always seeming like she wants to be close to me. Pressing her spectacular body up against me, her tits rubbing seductively against my arm or chest when she hugged me. Occasionally, playfully jumping into my lap to wiggle her tight ass against my growing hard on, giggling and laughing as if she couldn't feel what she was doing to me. I always tried to dismiss it as Abby just playing around, but maybe I was missing something? Maybe there was more there than I knew?
My daughters were all spread out on the couch and various chairs in the living room, telling stories about their mom. The sadness in their voices lingering in the background. I could hardly pay attention. I would occasionally smile at one of their stories, but my heart was heavy with grief. Abby was sitting next to me on the couch rubbing my hand in hers to try and comfort me. Abby entwining my fingers in hers so we could hold hands. It felt good to me to have Abby there to help with the pain. I liked having her close to him.
It was about four in the afternoon and the day had worn me out.
"Girls do you mind? I'm really tired and I would like to be alone and just think for a while. Is that ok?
"Sure, we understand." they said.
Pushing themselves off their seats, they began to put on their wraps and head towards the door.
Abby stopped in front of me.
"Dad, I'm going to stay in the spare room tonight, I don't think you should be by yourself. Also, if you needed to, I would be here to talk with you."
"Really, honey, I'll be ok." I said putting my hands on the sides of her shoulders
"I know dad, it's just for one night. Besides tomorrow I have papers to grade. I just want to make sure you are going to be alright."
"Ok honey, it will be nice, and maybe then I won't feel so lonely with you here."
My other daughters, hugged us at the door and promised to call and drop by over the next few days to check on me. Hugging them tightly, I kissed each on the cheek and sent them on their way. As soon as the door closed, I reached up and undid my tie, happy to have some alone time.
"Dad." Abby says. "I'm going in the spare room and take a shower and change, I brought some clothes with, so if you need or want anything I'll be in there watching tv and thinking ok."
"Ok baby, I think I'll take a shower and stretch out too, maybe take a nap. I'm really tired and still full from the memorial."
I took Abby by her shoulders, leaned in and kissed her cheek. Feeling overwhelmed I drew her to me tight and hugged her hard against me. As she came to me I could see the soft roundness of her breasts in the top of her dress. She brought her body tight against mine. Those beautiful mounds pressed firmly into my chest.
"I miss her." I whispered in Abby's ear.
"Me too." she said. Patting my back as we embrace.
Abby seems to hold our hug for a long time, her body molding to mine. We break our embrace. Abby smiling up at me, tippy toes up and kisses me hard on the mouth. Pulling back from our kiss, the surprise evident on my face, she says.
"I love you daddy."
She smiles and turns toward the door. heading outside to her car, to get the clothes she had packed. I stand there for a moment wondering, completely perplexed what has just happened. The touch of my daughter's lips against mine, made my head swim. Did she just kiss me like a woman would? I ask myself. Nah, I'm just tired from the memorial. I was just imaging things. Dismissing it, I turn and slowly wandered down the hall to my bedroom and the shower. The spare bedroom, Abby's room was to the left of the hallway and before the master bedroom, the master being at the end of the hall. I opened the door to my room and closed it behind me.
Beginning to undress, a weariness came over me and it was almost a chore to strip my suit jacket off. I didn't bother to hang it up, throwing it in a heap on the floor in the corner. It felt good to be released from the restrictive garment. I'll take it to the cleaners on Monday I thought and continued to strip off my clothes, throwing them in the same pile on the floor.
Naked now, I headed to the bathroom and the shower. Flipping on the light I catch my reflection in the mirror. I walk up to the basin counter and look myself up and down, not bad for forty-eight. My wife and I had kept in shape by backpack hiking some of the hardest terrain in the country. I worked out on a pretty regular basis, my chest and arms were strong and I still had the outline of some abs.
My cock wasn't huge but clocked in at just over seven inches and was kind of thick around. My wife always seemed satisfied and I did make her squirt many, many, times. Shaking my head to clear it. What the hell was I thinking? My wife had just died! I glance once more into the mirror and a sadness crosses over me, I turned and head into the shower.
Pulling back the curtain, I step in, draw the shower curtain closed and turn on the water. Cold water splatters against my feet and ankles. I back up a little and lean over adjusting the knob so the water gets warmer. Sticking my hand beneath the stream I feel the water begin to change, another 15 seconds and it feels like the right temperature. I pull up on the shower knob and the hot water shoots out and pelts my body with a thousand relaxing streams. As the steam begins to rise inside the curtain, I turn letting the water run down my back. I can feel the muscles relax as the tension and pain are washed onto the tub floor and down the drain.
I grab the soap and lather up. I just want to finish, lay down, and grieve my wife. I want to think about the amazing times we'd had together. I wash and rinse quickly. Turning off the water and pulling back the curtain, I grab the oversized towel from the towel bar and begin to dry myself.
While I'm toweling off, I hear the shower in Abby's room turn on. I hear the faint sounds of her drawing the curtain back and turning on the water as she begins her shower.
Walking into the bedroom I head to my dresser and pull open the drawer with my shorts in them. grabbing a pair, I slip them on and close the drawer. I open the next drawer down and I fish out a t-shirt from my state school, the one my wife had bought for me as a birthday present. It was well worn, and I loved it. I pull it over my head and drag it down my body, my arms heavy from the emotion of the day.
Heading over to the bed I stretch out, I feel the mattress as it envelopes my body. I take a deep breath and exhale, the tension leaving my body. Drifting off thinking about the day and how much I miss my beautiful dead wife. Exhaustion takes over and before I know it, I'm asleep.
As I awake I can feel a pressure on my chest, I open my eyes and see Abby laying there, her head pressed into my chest, her arm thrown over my stomach. Her rhythmic breathing telling me she had fallen into a deep sleep. She must have come in while I slept and snuggled in next to me. She probably didn't want to sleep by herself, I reason. Can't blame her it's been a hard day for all of us. I bring my arm up and wrap it around her shoulder bringing her in close. Looking down at her I notice that she has on her mother's favorite silk red robe, the color nearly matching Abby's auburn locks. I also notice it is untied and that the front is open, the softness of the top of her large breasts exposed to me. I reach up and try to close her robe, Abby stirs and begins to wake.
As her eyes flutter open and she comes fully awake, I ask her.
"Did you sleep good baby?"
"Yes daddy. I hope you don't mind that I came in to lay with you. I was thinking about mom and I just didn't want to sleep alone."
"It's ok honey, I get it. Today has really been hard on everyone."
"Yeah dad, I already miss her so much."
"Me too honey."
She squirms to get closer to me and I can feel her large breasts pressed against my ribs, they feel soft and warm against my side. The sight of them through her mom's open robe, makes the blood begin to rush into my now hardening cock. I can see one beautiful bare leg exposed. Her supple naked thigh laid across mine. I could feel the warmth of her skin, her heat against me. The smooth softness as her skin caresses mine. I shake my head to clear the thoughts I was having about my step daughter, but they just would not leave my head.
