Chapter 1
Susan laid in her bed, her hands tracing lines over her body. She ran her finger tips lightly up her side and then over her breast as her late husband used to do. She then ran her hand down her stomach past her navel with the same light touch. This does cause a sensation for her, but not the one she wanted. It just tickles her slightly but does nothing for her arousal.
Susan sighs heavily cursing her frustration. In the 5 years since her husband passed, she has not felt the touch of a man. She barely feels her own touch. The frustration is driving her insane. She feels the itch deep inside that needs to be scratched, but it is an urge in her mind. Her body is never willing to cooperate. In the rare instances where her body responds and she can feel herself getting aroused it is never enough to enjoy herself.
"What do you want from me damnit?" She yells at her body.
How can she both be horny as hell and not be able to get wet at all. She reaches into her nightstand for the lube. She feels a pinch of sadness at having to get it again. She is only 35 she should not need to use lube to masturbate.
Susan takes a slow deep breath exhaling forcefully hoping to reduce some of her frustration at her situation. Susan thinks about how she got to this point. How getting knocked up as a junior in high school at first felt like the worst thing.
She was lucky the father was not a normal high school boy. He had integrity and made sure he took responsibility as well. What felt like a horrible life ruining incident ended up giving her two of the most important people in her life. Martin, her high school sweetheart, ended up being the love of her life. Their love gave her Michael the other man she loved more than life itself. For two people that had started in such a tough spot they had a truly wonderful life, until the accident
Martin had gotten a job at a local factory when their son was born, the owner taking pity on a high school dropout trying to do right by the girl he knocked up. Martin was a hard worker and proved to the owner that dedication and hard work trumps fancy diplomas. After a few years Martin got promoted to shift supervisor and was able to provide a good life to Susan and Michael. That all changed one afternoon. One of the machines had a failure of some sort and Martin saved the lives of two men at the cost of his own.
The effect this had on Susan and Michael was swift. For Susan the love of her life was gone, and she had Michael to take care of. They relied on Martin's income to support the family. When Michael was young the cost of childcare was too much, so it made sense for Susan to stay home to take care of him. Once Michael was old enough to watch himself after school Susan still could not find work. She had a GED and ten years of missing work experience. She and Martin decided that his income was enough, and she stayed at home to support her two-favorite people.
After Martin's death Susan struggled for several months living off savings and crappy part time temp work. That was until Susan found papers in her husband's things. They talked about safety concerns he had at work. As she read through them, she knew she needed to seek help. She spoke to a few lawyers and showed them the papers. They agreed she had a case.
Once confronted with the evidence Susan had, the factory owner knew he had no choice. He had covered the issue up when Martin had died. He could not risk that getting out so he agreed to settle. Susan refused until part of the settlement was also to fix every safety concern her husband had documented, beyond the one that took his life. Her husband gave his life to save his peers the least Susan could do was to help ensure their safety as well.
Susan sighs heavily again knowing this is part of her issue. When she attempts to get herself off, she always thinks of Martin. He was the only man she had ever loved in that way. Even when he was alive if she ever needed to masturbate, she thought of only him. Now thinking of him only brings the pain of his absence. She puts some of the lube on her fingers and starts to rub it into the folds of her pussy. She takes her middle finger and rubs the outer lips and around her clit making sure it is well applied. She plunges her finger into herself and uses her palm to apply pressure to her clit hoping the physical stimulation will at least get her close.
The doorbell rings. "FUCK" escapes her lips as she curses the timing of this visitor. Susan grabs her robe and heads to the front door looking through the peephole she sees her sister Laura. Susan ensures her robe is properly secure and opens the door.
"Laura, does your phone not work?" Susan asked with an aggravated tone in her voice.
The tone catches Laura off guard, and she looks her sister up and down. She notices the robe Susan has on and that from the cleavage her sister is showing she is likely not wearing anything under it. Susan has herself propped up against the door as if it is keeping her standing. Knowing that she interrupted her sister Laura felt terrible, but that does not stop her playful side from teasing her some.
"Aww honey I am sorry, still cannot get the engine revving?" Laura says in a playing and slightly condescending tone.
Susan groans "I should never have told you."
"If you cannot tell your big sister, who can you tell?" Laura retorted.
Susan, knowing that she will not be able to go back to what she was doing, invites her sister in and the two sisters sit on the couch together.
"So why did I have to stop my underwhelming session dear sister." Susan asked.
"I really did not need you at all. I was looking for that handsome nephew of mine."
"Do you ever pay attention to anything he left for school half an hour ago." Susan said frustrated her sister never seemed to pay attention to anything.
"He is not done with school yet. He was talking about graduating early." Laura counted her sister's tone.
"His advisor told him he could not, something about getting the most out of his education, Michael was vague. I suspect it was because he could never stand to disappoint her." Susan rolled her eyes at how easily Ms. Merrit influenced her son. "What did you need him for anyway?"
"I need some help around my house, and I figured Michael would be able to help out. I would pay him for his time of course."
Susan putting two and two together realized what was going on. Laura's husband was caught cheating on her last year. She kicked him out, but he was more than happy to run away with his 19-year-old mistress. Susan could feel her anger build as she thought about that asshole. Susan knew Laura had never been that handy around the house, so that must be what she needed Michael for.
Laura looking over her sister's face could tell what was going through her sister's mind. "Don't worry about that ass hat. He is gone and I got half of his money." The sisters had always been close. People joked they were like twins and able to read each other's minds.
Susan giggled at her sister's frankness. "Laura how can you be so carefree about him cheating on you."
