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Mourning Sex

Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

say at times like this. Most times, I would have opted for a joke to lighten the mood, but this was not the time for humor. In my head, I constructed a nice little speech about loss and grief. "Loss of a loved one is never easy," I started. "You have no idea," she said a bit loudly, and she turned to glare at me and see what more I dared to say. I almost exploded back at her. My parents had both died in the last two years. My dad had withered away with terminal cancer and after he died, my mom had lost the will to live. The struggles with her health had hurt more than losing my father to illness. I almost threw all of that at her, but I choked it down. Her eyes softened, and she said, "Oh, I guess you do." I didn't have a reply for that either. "I can deal with the grief," she said. "It's my step-sisters that I can't face." She wiped the tears from her face. "When my dad married their mom, I became really close to their grandmother. My mom died when I was really young. A few years ago, my dad and their mom were killed together in a car accident, and their grandmother was the only family I had left. My step-sisters are spoiled party girls, and they never even spoke to her." "When she died two months ago in Arizona, they did everything they could to keep me from finding out. They were bullied into having this wake as a memorial service for her friends from up here. They didn't want me to know about it and they don't want me here. I wouldn't have known about it if I hadn't ... gotten a letter from Grandma's lawyer stating that they would not be dealing with the settlements until after this service happened." She suddenly realized that she had been sharing an awful lot with a complete stranger. She was at a loss for whether or not to continue. "Screw the sisters," I said. "This service is not about them. This service is about the love and respect that people have for your grandmother, and you deserve to be here." "That's easy to say out here," she sadly said. "I don't know if I can stand up to them in there." "Would you like a friend for backup?" I offered without thinking. "I couldn't," she said hesitantly. "Yes, you can," I stated and I turned and got out of the car. She still hadn't opened the door so I opened it for her and helped her to her feet. Fresh tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the entrance. I took her hand and marched her right in. Sadly, I have been to more than enough memorial services. I have never been to one as poorly arranged as this one. There were no flowers. There were no pictures of the deceased or her family or loved ones. There was a small group of people sitting at a table, and nearby there was a guest book. There wasn't even a sign to declare their grandmother's name. As soon as we entered, two snooty looking thirty-something women abruptly stood up. "What are you doing here?" the first one demanded. "You're not welcome here," the second added. Cindy was stopped in her tracks by their attitude. Tears were streaming ...