When He Died

Part 1

I looked somberly at their faces, they were all crying and screaming. I shut myself away from all of it. I got up and walked quietly to the room where he lay, looking as handsome as always. I sat on the edge of the bed and touched his cheek, it was cold. Too cold for my liking, he did always like cold.

We always fought over the AC. I looked and saw that it was on, I left it on so he would enjoy his sleep. I frowned, I did not want him to catch a cold as he is very prone to it so I reduced the intensity of the air conditioner. I have other things to worry about than to catch a cold that he would forcefully pass on to me. The cold left my nipple taut, a quick sex right now would not be bad. He does like it when my hands are sliding up and down him, giving him a hard on even before he wakes. Oh, his excitement that time he had slept off while I was watching a movie in bed, and I had woken him up with my girls in his face whispering “fvck me” into his ears. I took his hands to my breasts, the coldness of it drove me further to want. His hand dropped back on the bed. I sighed, I would have to do this myself. I took off his pants and his member remained flaccid. Well, I would have to wake that up. I used my hand in every way I knew he liked, nothing happened. I wondered, did he drink? Why wasn’t he responsive? Well, I’m wet enough to make it work. I raised my dress and sat astride him just how I liked it and guided him in myself. He wasn’t turgid or swollen but even so this would do. He kept slipping out so I maintained grinding instead. Pumping seemed like too much work. I didn’t like that he just lay there but I guess he just wasn’t comfortable with all the family people around. What did they all want anyway, crying the whole house down? I would have to talk to him about it after this, carefully of course, so it wouldn’t seem like I do not like his family members. I kept at my grinding, looking forward to that mountain top, I covered my mouth to avoid the family people hearing me moan.

Ibrahim

Ibrahim got up from the sitting room as soon as he was able to get away from his wailing mother. Everything as it was happening broke his heart. As mother’s friends came and took her into their arms, he wanted to go see his brother. The Alfas were already making the arrangements as per Muslim doctrines. He got to the door and paused for a moment to steel himself, he was a man after all. He opened the door and stood there in shock. He saw his brother’s wife grinding on his dead brother. He was shocked and confused. She was oblivious of his presence and he quietly closed the door wondering what to do. He was still standing there when he felt a hand on his shoulder.



**Hi people, sorry i'v not posted in a while. lots of excuses but i'd just say sorry about that and welcome to this new story. i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. hehe. For those who may have found it quite offensive, well, if you have read to this point, just kuku kontinu and see what happens next. Welcome to "When He Died".