A few months after turning 18, the loss of my virginity came with the tragedy of losing both my mom and dad to a drunk driver. I can remember the feeling of both sadness and hatred coursing through me when my older brother (27) and sister (24) told me what happened that day. The pain inside me was just too much for me to handle as I ran into their bedroom and lied down in the center of their bed, smelling the slight remains of my mother's perfume on her pillowcase.
"Scott; bro," Shelly (my older sister) said as she walked into the room, tears running down the side of her face, "Tom (my older brother) and I need to go make the funeral arrangements," she said. "Kara (my sister's best friend and also 24 years old) said she would stay in the house with you in case you need to talk or something... we should be back in a few hours." Shelly said.
"What... whatever," I said darkly, not caring what it was she said as images of my mother's face feathered through my mind. Yet as soon as they left, I heard the door slowly creak open and felt the hot touch of a female body pressing against my back, hardened nipples--breasts, washing across my flesh.
"Ka...Kara?" I gasped, feeling her arm roping over me as her hand slowly slide over my hip and down my waist. "Yes Scott?" she sighed deeply into my ear, her soft warm breath caressing my flesh as the memory of my parents suddenly vanished from all thought only to be replaced with my crushes voice and sharply tanned body.
"What... What are you...," I tried to ask, tried to play innocent, only to feel her jab the tips of her fingers across my pants, scraping against my hardening cock.
"Re... Relieving your pain... if only for a few moments," she whispered into my ear, this time following it up with a wet lash from the tip of her tongue.