Choice Tales from the Vale – (082) After the Funeral Was Over

(Part 01)

He couldn’t face the wake so instead of joining everyone else at the Memorial Hall Clive Miles went home from the Crematorium to an empty house.
The house he and his wife had shared in Childean for 15 years.
When he got inside he slipped his jacket off and went to the kitchen and poured himself a drink and then cried.
After sitting alone quietly for about half an hour, and wondering why he was a widower at 38 years of age, he was disturbed by a knock at the door so he ignored it and poured himself another drink.
There was another more persistent knock so he ignored it again and drained his glass.
A few moments more and there was another even more persistent knock so he got up and walked down the hall and reluctantly opened the door.
It was Fiona Fortson, his wife’s younger sister, five years younger, and not an altogether unattractive woman, tall and slender with nice long legs but her chest was as flat as a bowling green, just like Katy, it was clearly a family trait, and she wore glasses if for no other reason than so you knew which side the was the front was, again just like his wife.
“I was told to come and get you,” She said
“You’ve been missed”
“I don’t think I can” he replied
“Nonsense” she said sharply, “you’re expected”
He turned around and walked back to the kitchen and sat down.
“You must” she insisted crouching down in front of him.
“I can’t” he retorted
“You have no choice” she insisted
“I can’t go, how many times must I say it?” he snapped “it’s just too hard”
“It’s not about you,” she shouted in his face “it’s about Katy”
And then inexplicably and right out of the blue she kissed him.
“That’s not helping” he shouted and then kissed her back.
He didn’t know what it was, the black attire, the heated exchange or the fact that Fiona was so straight laced, but whatever the reason the woman of whom he had never had a single sordid thought about was making his cock throb like a Formula 1 engine.
In response to his returning her kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close.
Clive’s hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on the surprising delight of her pert little buttocks and grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the other one under it and When he had both hands up Fiona’s skirt he began dragging her tights down over her skinny arse.
Which prompted Fiona to pull her mouth away from his and he was expecting her to call a halt to proceedings, as he should already have done, but instead she said.
“Don’t ladder my tights”

(Part 02)

When Clive had both hands up Fiona’s skirt he began dragging her tights down over her skinny arse.
Which prompted Fiona to pull her mouth away from his and he was expecting her to call a halt to proceedings, as he should already have done, but instead she said.
“Don’t ladder my tights”
“You should be wearing stockings anyway” Clive replied and her mouth clamped back over his and her lounge continued to energetically explore his mouth while his hands continued to debag her of her tights and knickers.
The cheeks of her arse were even more delightful when naked so he fondled the exquisite globes enthusiastically but as nice as that was he relinquished one buttocks in order to probe between her cheeks and slip a finger into her crack.
She stopped kissing him the second his fingertip touched her crease and resting her forehead on his and moaned softly at him.
Lacking any finesse on his part he quickly fingered her creaminess until she moaned loudly in his face.
Clive pushed her away and said
“Turn around”
She followed his instructions without question as he undid his trousers and sinking to his knees behind Fiona who was now on all fours on the kitchen floor.
Clive lifted her skirt off her buttocks as he entered her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said
“Shut up and do me,” Fiona begged
Her skirt kept falling over her buttocks as he went at her so he grabbed a handful of fabric and slipped his fingers inside her waistband and he looked like a bronco rider and Fiona through her head back like a mare.
Until through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and he exploded inside her.

Afterwards Fiona remained on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing and after a few minutes his panting sister in law got to her feet and redressed herself and he looked her over and said
“Oops”
“What?” she asked
“Tights” he replied
“Shit” She said looking down at herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her tights.

Fiona had to go home and change her tights so Clive went onto the Memorial Hall on his own and he had to put on a brave face for everyone and counted the minutes until it was over.
When he got back home he planned on finishing the bottle of Scotch he’d opened earlier and then crashing out.
So he locked the front door but when he got back to the kitchen Fiona was standing there in her underwear, a lacy black bra and matching panties and this time she was wearing black stockings on her lovely long legs.