I held Brenda close and tight to my body. I put my mouth close to her ear.
“I’d like to rip your knickers off and lick your cunt until you have a screaming orgasm!”
Her hand reached back and she groped my bits “Later, you naughty boy.” She responded.
I did not really like my uncle. But he had left me some money in his will so I felt obliged to attend his funeral. Looking around the cemetery I surmised that most of the other mourners had similar reasons for attending.
Uncle was lowered into his resting place. The service came to a close and the mourners dispersed. We walked back to my RV.
Once inside Brenda grabbed me and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth. A moment later she was on her back, skirt up around her waist, knickers down, and my face buried in her cunt.
She held my head and pushed me down. She was gasping and moaning. Once she had climaxed I dropped my trousers. She lay spread open waiting. I pushed inside her, thrusting. I climaxed quickly and we collapsed into a sweaty heap.
“We should have closed the blinds first and made up the bed.” She suggested.
“No one can see us here on the floor.”
We stood up and adjusted our dress. Brenda went into the washroom.
“The water is cold.” She complained.
“Sorry, if I had known that you would use the bathroom I would have turned on the heater before the service.”
A few minutes later, somewhat flushed and giggling nervously, we went over to the hotel where the rest of the mourners had gathered for light refreshments.
“Cucumber sandwich?” My cousin offered the plate.
“Thanks!” We wandered off and mingled.
“She gave me a funny look.” Brenda whispered in my ear. “Do you think she knows what we did?”
“I don’t think so, anyway who cares. She gives everyone a funny look, if she looks normal it’s time to worry.”
I have a dysfunctional and strange family. I include myself in that statement. Then again most people think that their family is strange and dysfunctional, so that makes us all normal, right?
