by Sa'id Salaam
She shrugged and leaned in to turn the radio up.
The Killa and his family arrived at the campsite and found a spot away from prying eyes. The kids karate chopped each other while their father put up the tents and set up the rest of the campsite.
“Whew!” the sweaty dad exclaimed once he’d finally finished. He was ready for a nap but the kids had other plans.
“Let’s go fishing!” Sun announced, holding up his rod and reel.
“Yeah, fishing!” Shyne co-signed. She really didn’t care to go fishing but they had a deal to always support each other. It was them against the world, from the womb to the tomb.
“Oh, alright!” Killa conceded. “Come on, Yo.”
“As if,” Yolo laughed and went back to her tablet. The 1-800-Killa site was popping so she browsed for bodies.
****
“I got one, Daddy!” Shyne shouted when she felt a fish on her line. Before he could move, Sun was by his sister’s side helping her. The proud papa smiled as he watched his children work together.
The well-stocked pond allowed them all to catch fish. Dusk began its beautiful descent and it was time to go. Yolo was still in the same exact spot she’d been in when they left. A good book will do that to you. Although she hadn’t moved, she’d been all over the world in her mind.
“Look, Mommy!” Sun shouted, thrusting his fish in his mother’s face and nearly getting karate chopped in the throat. “Now, you gotta cook it.”
“Gotta clean it first,” Killa laughed.
“Anyway, we have hotdogs and hamburgers,” she replied. “Then we can make s’mores.”
“S’mores!” Killa reeled in his ‘I don’t eat swine’ voice, with a face to match. Marshmallows were made with gelatin and most gelatin was made from pigs.
“Chill, my brother, they’re halal,” Yolo said, holding up her fist in the sign of Black Power. “Black Power.”
“Actually, Mommy, Black Power has nothing to do with Islam,” Shyne explained. “Most people think that The Nation of Islam is Islam, but it’s not. And neither is Isis.”
“She’s right,” Sun chimed in. “Isis is a fanatical group that adheres to a heretical creed which is condemned by Islam and Muslims. Isis believe that it’s lawful to kill anyone who opposes them, Muslims included!”
“I knew that,” Yolo lied. “Anyway, let’s eat!”
“Oh, yesss!” Shyne swooned when her father lit the fire. They cooked, ate, and kicked it until it was time for bed.
“I’ll tuck them in while you fix me a snack,” Yolo said wickedly. Her kids were saying something but she hadn’t heard a word of it.
She had dick on her mind, and lots of it. She wanted Killa to pull her hair and fuck her like a cave girl. The tired kids fell asleep halfway through their bedtime story and their mother rushed off to get laid.
“Fixed your snack,” Killa said, holding his thick erection in his hand.
“That’s more like a meal,” she said, but she didn’t begin eating. Instead, she turned around and slid down his pole backwards. She rode him hard and fast until they both busted a quick nut. That was just foreplay. Now it was time to get down to business. They ran through sexual positions like a football team running different plays. Somewhere, a rooster crowed, alerting them that dawn was approaching so it was time to wrap things up. Killa called one last play and folded Yolo in half.
“Uh oh!” she giggled when he placed her legs up onto his shoulders. She gripped the sleeping bag beneath her and braced herself for a pounding. The hard strokes sounded off in the night air. They mixed with the sounds of the lover’s grunts and moans of pleasure.
“Ooowweee!” Killa howled like a wolf when he finally came.
“That’s right, daddy,” Yolo purred softly and rubbed his back as he convulsed inside of her. He fell asleep right where he was and she let him.
****
“Good morning!” Yolo sang like a woman sings when she’s been dicked down real good. She’d planned on starting breakfast, but noticed that there was something wrong with her children.
Shyne had a wide eyed look of pure shock pasted on her face while Sun was all snickers and giggles. Shyne twisted her face up and rolled her eyes at their mother while Sun smiled at their dad.
“Killa!!!” Sun cheered and high fived his dad.
“What the hell is wrong with them?” he asked of their odd behavior.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” Yolo shrugged and began to cook. “I’m just waiting ‘til night time and round…five?”
“Six,” he corrected since he’d kept count. It pleased him immensely to please his family. His children got whatever they wanted and his women got multiple orgasms. It was the South Bronx way.
“Can we go hiking?” Sun asked once breakfast was eaten. “Walking after a meal aids in digestion and…”
“Okay,” Yolo cut in to cut off what would be a long speech on the subject. She loved that her kids were smart and had so much knowledge, but she just didn’t want to always hear it.
****
The campgrounds were a series of woods and trails speckled with clearings for tents. They explored the woods, taking pictures of things that interested them. Most of the clearings contained happy campers who waved and offered friendly greetings to all that passed by. Most, but not all.
“Look, Bae,” Yolo warned as they entered a clearing. The young, shirtless, baldheaded white boys looked like nothing but trouble. As soon as one spotted the black family, he pointed them out and led the way towards them.
“Chill,” Killa said, preventing Yolo from pulling her gun. She’d have gunned them all down before they’d even gotten close if he hadn’t stopped her. The twins had witnessed death through Harry’s execution, so the father wanted to spare them from seeing a murder. Both parents saw violence at an early age, and look how they’d turned out. “I got this.”
Sun and Shyne both picked up on their parents’ ominous mood swing and didn’t protest when Yolo pulled them away from the clearing. They walked briskly back to camp while their father acted as a buffer. His six shots were more than enough for the five men. He decided whoever spoke first could get shot twice at no extra charge.
“What you niggers doing out here?” a Skinhead with a reddish beard asked. His partners proved he was the leader by laughing heartily at his statement.
“Just chillin’,” Killa replied, gripping his pistol behind his back. They were one step away from the upper room and didn’t even know it. “We really don’t want any problems.”
“Well…” the leader began but was cut off by a white family hiking towards them. “We see you again and there’s gonna be a problem.”
“Yessir!” Killa replied and turned to leave. They were right, there was going to be a problem when they saw him again.
****
“Welp, time for bed,” Yolo announced after one last campfire story.
“I’ll get ready,” Killa said as he jumped to his feet and rushed into their tent. Shyne sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes again just like she’d been doing all day. Likewise, Sun snickered and giggled like he’d been doing all day.
“What has gotten into those two?” Yolo wondered. She turned towards their tent and saw for herself.
With the fire glowing from the opposite side of her and Killa’s tent, it made it completely see through. Her sneaky kids had gotten up in the middle of the night and gotten an eyeful. A wave of shame rolled over Yolo as she recalled the previous night’s events. It rolled over her and kept rolling.
“Bring y’all asses out again tonight and y’all gonna see the same thing!” she spat and then headed inside her tent to inform Killa.
“Oh wow!” was all he could say. “No wonder lil’ mama been turning her nose up at me all day! Guess you better have that talk with her.”
“Me!” Yolo reeled. “Why not you? Dads can teach their daughters the birds and the bees too!”
“I kinda like her thinking that if a boy touches her, she’ll g
et pregnant and die,” Killa shrugged. He would have left it just like that if it were up to him.
“I got it. You ready?” she shot back. She was definitely ready to skin some Skinheads.
****
“Wabbit season,” Yolo whispered as she and Killa crept through the woods with their sniper rifles.
“Duck season,” Killa whispered back and laughed. Back and forth they went until they reached the Skinhead’s campsite. “Dirty, racist, Skinhead bastard season.”
“Hahaha,” Yolo laughed like Elmer Fudd.
They were both pleased to see that they had been joined by five more Skinheads. They were all sitting around having what they considered to be a good ole time. They were all smoking weed and meth while listening to music.
“Is that…rap?” Killa frowned upon hearing the racists listening to rap music. Actually, the dumb ass rapper used the word nigga so much that he quickly became one of the KKK’s favorites.
“Watch this, trick shot,” Yolo said as she lined up her targets. One Skinhead leaned in to give another one a shotgun off the weed and she fired. Pst.
“Nice!” Killa nodded as the large slug tore through both heads. That’s called killing two birdbrains with one stone. The others didn’t even notice them drop dead. “My turn!”
Killa closed one eye and peered into his scope. Two men were dancing along to the N-word off beat. He waited for…the…right…time and fired. The .223 slug passed through one man’s torso and into the next. He followed it up with two quick shots to make sure the fallen men never got back up.
“The fuck?” the leader asked when he saw what was happening. His buddy opened his mouth to speak, giving Yolo a clear shot at his tonsils. Whatever was on his mind went out the gaping hole in the back of his head along with his brain.
“Un uh,” Killa laughed when the redheaded one turned to run. A quiet calf shot put him on the ground. That left eight dead and two wounded when they made their approach.
“W-w-what do y-y-you g-g-guys…”
“W-w-w-want?” Yolo giggled and tuned to Killa. “You remember that song? What you wa-wa-wa, what you…”
“Um…” Killa said, reminding her of the mission at hand. “What we want is life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. Same as anyone else, but have you tell it, we can’t have it because of melanin.”
“Who?” the other victim asked.
Yolo put the rifle up to his head, ready to put him out of his misery.
“Wait!” Killa shouted. “Let’s give them a chance. Maybe they know some funny black jokes. You know I’s love me some black jokes.”
“Actually…I do too,” Yolo admitted. “Okay, tell us some good black jokes and we might let you live.”
“Um…okay,” Redhead said and scanned his vast repertoire. ‘Uh, what would you call the Flintstones if they were black?”
“What?” Killa asked gleefully. He smiled brightly in anticipation of the punchline.
“A nigger,” he laughed. At least he thought it was funny because his audience didn’t.
“Boo!” Yolo jeered.
“I got one!” the other wounded man offered. “What did the Georgia sheriff call a black man shot 15 times…The worst case of suicide he ever did see! Get it? They…”
“Got it, not funny. You guys aren’t helping yourselves,” Killa advised
“Okay, okay. I got one!” Red said of his secret weapon. This joke always killed at rallies and cross burnings. “Okay, okay, okay, so I’m at the airport. The nigger in line in front is buying a ticket to Africa but he’s a dollar short. He asks to borrow a dollar so he can go to Africa. I’m like, one dollar, to go to Africa? Here’s a ten, take nine more niggers with you!”
“Y’all dead,” Yolo shrugged and raised her rifle once more.
“Wait! You said if we told you some jokes you might let us go,” the other pleaded.
“Yeah, I said might. Might expresses a possibility based on a condition being fulfilled,” Yolo replied.
“Who?” he asked and got shot.
Redhead starting rapping to save his life and got shot, too.
“Da-da-da-dat’s all folks!”
****
Killa gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead as Yolo tried to explain the birds and bees. He was a grown ass man and he couldn’t understand what she was saying.
Poor Shyne looked utterly disgusted by the talk of penis and vagina while Sun giggled his ass off. By the time they made it back home, the lesson was well taught.
“Eww! Y’all nasty!” Shyne grimaced.
Chapter 9
“Can we go out and play?” Sun asked. The question was simply a formality since their mother always let them go outside. They were now nine years old and fully trained black belts, so she had no problem letting them go outside as long as they didn’t get into trouble. Asad played with them most days and kept them out of trouble.
“Sure,” Yolo agreed and laughed at her daughter trying to sneak by. “Yeah right, assume the position.”
“Mommmmyyy!” Shyne huffed as she placed her hands on the wall and spread her feet.
“Mommmyy, nothing. Your little ass almost burned down the woods!” Yolo said as she patted the child down. Sure enough, she found a lighter in her pocket. “Un huh.”
“How’d that get there?” Shyne asked, proving she had a future in acting.
“Get help, little girl, get help,” Yolo said, shaking her head. “You guys be back in an hour. Your father is on his way so we can go to the zoo.”
“Yay!” Sun cheered. “Can Asad come?”
“Of course,” Yolo answered quickly.
He was the only friend that the twins ever bought home and was now a part of their family.
****
Yolo told her kids that their father would be there in an hour, although he’d called from up the street. It gave her an hour to bounce up and down on his dick they way they both liked before it was time to head to the zoo.
“I’m cumming!” she proclaimed and did just that. The gripping of her tight vagina as she convulsed caused Killa to cum with her. Lunatics have the best pussy.
“Mmm, that was goo-,” Killa yawned and blinked.
“Oh, no you don’t! You told the twins you were taking them to the zoo,” Yolo reminded. She hopped off of him and pulled him up by his hand. “Come on.”
“Okaay,” he groaned and followed her into the shower.
The water revived them both for the trip into the city.
****
“I think that’s her boyfriend,” Killa remarked as he watched Shyne holding hands with Asad as they reached the zoo.
“Bae, they’re just kids. He’s her protector and he keeps Sun out of trouble,” Yolo replied. It set the daddy’s mind at ease and he left it alone.
“Daddy, can I go on the monkey bars?” Sun asked.
“Sure,” his father agreed and off he went.
“You do know the monkey bars are inside the monkey’s cage, don’t you?” Shyne snitched.
“Oh, damn it!” Killa fussed and took off to catch his son. He got there just as Sun began his climb into the enclosure. “Not today, Sun.”
“Aw, man!” Sun fussed and pouted. His father made it up at the concession stands with popcorn and peanuts. Besides, he didn’t say he couldn’t go in, he just said, “Not today.”
After a day at the Bronx Zoo, they swung by the projects to see Karate Joe in another Bronx zoo. The karate teacher had set up a formal graduation for his students up on the rooftop. He had refreshments of chips, quarter waters, and of course, black belts.
“Sun,” Karate Joe said with a bow before awarding him his black belt. He turned to Shyne and repeated the process. Yolo wondered who the last belt was for until he turned to her and bowed.
“Me?” Yolo cheesed widely, pointing at herself to be sure. She’d learned everything that the children had but didn’t expect to receive a belt as well.
“You are the only student to ever draw blood,”
he said, touching his lip that was still puffy from their last sparring session.
“Thank you,” she said with a bow and accepted her prize. She and the kids partook of the refreshments while Killa pulled the teacher aside.
“Here you go. Thank you,” Killa said, passing him an envelope thick with cash.
“You know that I don’t accept money for training,” Karate Joe said, pushing the envelope back towards Killa.
“I do know. This, however, is for your discretion,” he said, pushing the envelope back towards the other man. Sun looked so much like his father that the older man had to know that he’d fathered him, yet he’d never said a word to his daughter.
“Oh, that,” Karate Joe laughed and took the money. He knew that Sincerity would have been mad and hurt about him training the side chick and her kids, but he’d had a side chick or two in his day and understood Killa’s position.
“I’m still not sure how I feel about having a son who gets his ass kicked by his twin sister,” Killa sighed.
“Only because he lets her,” the teacher revealed. “Your son is going to be very dangerous when he reaches his full strength. He’s the second best student that I’ve ever taught.”
“Yolo is that good?” Killa reeled in surprise.
“No, but Sincerity is,” Karate Joe corrected. “I would hate to see them ever come across each other.”
“I got this,” Killa said with a confidence that he didn’t feel.
Women like Yolo and Sincerity could never be fully tamed. The two bumping heads would be the proverbial unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object. That would be a disaster and he knew it. He also knew that it was inevitable.
****
“Damn it, man!” Yolo declared as Killa sucked her vagina. He didn’t eat her pussy often but when he did, he did it to death. “Why…are…y-y-y-you…b-b-being so…n-n-ice.?”
“Hmm?” Killa asked right before sliding his tongue inside of her. He hoped that it would change the subject, it did. But only for a few minutes, though, because Yolo repeated the question once she bust a gushing nut in his mouth.
“What are you up to?” she asked as she kissed her way down his chiseled body to return the favor. She opened her mouth so he could feel the heat of her mouth on the tip of his dick then stopped. “Answer me.”
