The Family Business 2

by Carl Weber

  Rio clapped his hands and laughed. “You know what, Sis? When they made you they broke the damn mold, because you ain’t no motherfucking joke. If you can make that shit happen, make it happen.” Rio high-fived me then motioned for the cocktail waitress to bring me another drink. I was already on my third, and planned to have many more before the night was through. I was back, and that definitely called for a celebration.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I said. “Wait until my six weeks is up.” I scanned the dance floor, admiring the large selection of able-bodied men.

  “Six weeks?” Rio asked, confused. Sometimes I forgot that although my twin was my best gay girlfriend, he was still all male when it came to certain issues.

  “Yeah, I gotta wait six weeks after giving birth before I can get a little something-something,” I explained. “And a sister is due.”

  “Girl, that’s exactly why men can’t have babies. God knew we couldn’t go that long without fucking.”

  “And I can?” We burst out laughing. We were so much alike. “I can’t wait to get some.”

  “Speaking of getting some, guess who looks like he might get lucky tonight?” Rio pointed to my brother Junior, who was getting his dance on with the nurse from the maternity ward.

  Sonya was cute, and I had to admit she moved pretty good for a big girl. She also looked like she had my brother wide open. I wasn’t mad at her, though, because Junior looked happier than I’d seen him in a long time.

  When the song ended, Junior headed toward us with Sonya trailing close behind.

  “Rio, this is Sonya. Sonya, this is my brother Rio,” Junior said, smiling like I’d never seen him smile. “You already know Paris.”

  “You have a really nice club,” Sonya said to Rio. “I love the decor.”

  “Thanks,” Rio said then turned to Junior. “I like her. She’s a keeper.”

  “Glad you approve, little brother.” Junior wrapped his arm around Sonya’s shoulder.

  “Very much so.” Rio stood up. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go check on the door.”

  Junior turned to me. “Sonya and I are about to bounce. I’ll see you back at the house later.”

  “Should we wait up?” I joked.

  “I wouldn’t,” Sonya said with a wink.

  As I was watching Junior and his date leave, this brother walked up and stood in front of me like he was all that. I was about to curse his ass out, until I realized he was all that. Dude was hot as hell. Looked like some sort of professional athlete, probably a basketball player, judging by his height. Now, this was the kind of heat I liked.

  He looked down at me, giving me the once-over like he was imagining doing all sorts of things to me. I didn’t really mind, because there were a few things I would have liked him to do to me too—provided he passed my test, of course.

  “Can I sit?” he asked.

  I gestured toward the chair Rio had just vacated. When he sat down, I got a good look at his face and was pleased to see that it was as fine as his chiseled physique. My night was looking up.

  “Are you new in town?” he asked. “I haven’t seen you in any of the clubs, and I’m sure I would remember someone as fine as you.”

  “That’s sweet. I’ve been out of commission for a while,” I informed him.

  “Well, welcome back.” He offered his hand. “My name’s Lance.”

  “Nice to meet you,” I said. “I’m Paris. What do you do, Lance?”

  “I play basketball,” he said. No surprise there. “And you?”

  “I work for my family. We own this place.”

  He looked impressed, but who could blame him? I am quite a catch, if I do say so myself.

  We made small talk for a while, and Lance bought me a couple more drinks. It didn’t take long before he moved out of his chair and sat next to me on the sofa—close enough that I could feel his body heat. He pressed closer and kissed me, and then we were off to the races. For the next half hour the two of us damn near put on a show right there on a sofa in the VIP section.

  “Damn, girl, I want you,” he whispered.

  “I’m not a groupie, Lance. I’m a fan. Getting some of this is not a one-night proposition.” Even as I said that, I was sliding my hand over his thigh, rubbing his rock-hard penis.

  “Maybe I like commitment,” he said.

  “Maybe you do,” I said, pulling my hand away, “but it doesn’t matter. I can’t have sex for another three weeks anyway. Are you that committed?”

  “What? You playing with me, right? This is some kinda joke.” He started looking around. “Where are the cameras?”

  “I’m not playing with you. I just had a baby three weeks ago, so I can’t have sex for at least another three weeks.” My hand returned to its spot between his legs. “You still think you can be committed?” I gave a firm squeeze and my pussy throbbed. Damn, that six-week post childbirth waiting period was killing me.

  “Well,” he moaned, “I might be able to commit to that for the right woman, but I’m not much for blue balls.”

  I had the perfect solution that would make both of us very happy. “Who said anything about blue balls? We can’t have you all backed up like that, can we? Especially when I give such a mean blow job.”

  He swallowed hard. “Right here?”

  I swatted his arm playfully. “Silly boy. I am not that kind of freak. But before the night’s over, we might just be able to find our way into the back office and have a little fun.”

  Flo Rida’s “Whistle” broke out over the sound system, and suddenly I was on my feet. “That’s my jam!”

  I led Lance to the dance floor, enjoying the feeling of his hard dick as I ground my ass into his crotch. This brother was definitely packing. After all those months of being away from my life, I was finally feeling like myself again, and I planned to make up for lost time.

  He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me even closer. “You are as sexy as they come.” He took the smallest of nips on my earlobe and it nearly drove me crazy. I was getting dangerously close to just dropping the panties, to hell with waiting another three weeks. I closed my eyes, letting the combination of the man and the music take me. Yeah, you damn right this bitch was back!

  “Paris!” My eyes popped open when I heard Rio’s voice and felt a tap on my shoulder. I was gonna have to teach my brother some serious grown folks’ etiquette. I sure as hell thought he knew better than to interrupt me when I was getting my groove on.

  “What? Shit!” I barked at him.

  He jerked his head toward the side of the dance floor, and I looked in that direction.

  “Oh. Shit. Shit, shit, shit!”

  “Is something wrong?” Lance asked.

  “Yeah, you could say that,” Rio replied.

  There wasn’t just something wrong. It was my worst fucking nightmare come true. Standing on the side of the dance floor, arms folded across his chest and a scowl on his face, was my father.

  I backed away from Lance, hoping Daddy hadn’t seen me yet. No such luck. He looked dead at me before I could make a break for the back door.

  “Let’s get this over with,” I told Rio, knowing I had no choice but to go over and talk to my father.

  “Pop,” Rio said, smiling up at him as we approached. “I never thought I’d see you up in the club.”

  “Me neither.” He glared at me. “I’ll see you in the morning, Rio. Good job down there in Miami. Now, if you’ll excuse me, your sister and I have to go.” He turned on his heels and headed for the door.

  I trailed him, desperate to avoid the type of scene he would make if I resisted. Once we reached his car, he motioned for his bodyguard to give us some space.

  He started right in with, “Didn’t you just have a baby three weeks ago?”

  “Yes, and this is the first time I’ve been out in months.” Didn’t he understand that I was always going to be fabulous? Nothing he could say would turn me into the boring homebody that my sister was.

  “And
what about your son?”

  “He’s home with Momma,” I answered, wishing he would lighten the fuck up, say his piece, and let me take my ass back into the club. I had things to do.

  “No, he’s not.” He opened the door to show me my baby asleep in his car seat.

  “Oh my God, Daddy. You did not bring him here.”

  “Get in the car,” he snarled, breathing fire. “I’m not playing with you, Paris. I told you this child is your responsibility. You are not just gonna dump him off on your mother. Do you understand me? She’s not in the best of health, and she is not your nanny.”

  It would have been futile to protest, so I slid into the car without another word. Looking out the passenger side window at all the beautiful people still waiting to get in, I spotted Lance in front of the club. I gave him a weak wave, to which he tossed up his hands and headed back inside. I wanted to cry, watching him walk in and knowing how close I’d come to getting my hands on that ass.

  As we pulled off, Daddy’s cell phone rang. He hit the button on the steering wheel to answer the call.

  “Orlando, you’re on speaker with me and Paris,” my father said. It was always smart to make sure the person on the other end knew this so they didn’t say anything out of line.

  “This is not your son, LC. This is Alejandro.” His voice had an edge to it that sent chills down my spine. “I have lost a son because of you and your family, and now you have lost a son because of me and mine.”

  “What the hell are you talking about, Alejandro? We had an agreement!” Daddy yelled, gripping the steering wheel. “If you’ve done anything to my son—”

  “Orlando is dead, LC. You can now consider us even.”

  Junior

  20

  “Just when I thought this evening couldn’t get any better,” I kidded as I followed Sonya into her apartment.

  We’d left Rio’s club and headed to Jackson Hole Diner over by LaGuardia Airport, but it wasn’t long before the conversation and the chemistry took our minds off of the food. We had a hard time pretending to be interested in the specials as the waiter rattled off the list. I knew my appetite wasn’t going to be satisfied by anything on that menu. All I wanted was a taste of the big, delectable woman seated across from me. We left the diner without ever placing an order.

  I’d never understood how men could be turned on by a skinny woman. Back when I was younger, my brother Vegas thought he was doing me a favor by setting me up on a date with this underwear model. You know, the kind who spends half her life in the gym, sweating away every ounce of fat so that the only thing round on her are the fake breasts some doctor put in her bony chest. Well, I took the model out for a date, but I was so turned off when she ordered a small salad with no dressing and then just picked at the lettuce. All I could think was that when it came to sex, she’d pick at it instead of diving in and enjoying herself like a real woman. Real women enjoy life and have a voracious appetite for both food and sex. They’re passionate about everything they take into their bodies, and that means when it comes time to get down to business, they aren’t afraid to show hunger.

  I just knew Sonya would be that way, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. I wanted to pull off that V-neck sweater and bury may face in her tits. She had a pair of EEEs or FFFs, and they were definitely all real.

  Yeah, Sonya’s body had everything I liked—big, juicy tits, hypnotizing hips that swayed when she walked, and a soft waist for me to hold on to. And she had so much ass that I’d have to work extra hard to wear that thing out. Not that I had a problem with that. I liked a challenge. Sonya was definitely my kind of woman.

  Once we were inside her place, she turned to face me, but she didn’t move in my direction. She was nervous and excited. I could tell by the way she kept winding her purse between her fingers and biting on her lower lip.

  “Come here.” I crooked my finger, motioning her toward me.

  She came closer, and I removed the purse from her hands, putting it down on the coffee table. I needed her hands free. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. I could feel her body vibrating as she responded to the rise in my pants.

  I raised my hand, pushing the hair out of her face. I wanted to see all of her, including her eyes, which were giving away all of her secrets. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. Pressing my lips against hers, I licked at the corners of her mouth, prying it open with my tongue, greedily sucking all the air out of her.

  “Ahhhh!” she reacted, catching her breath. “You’re getting me all worked up.”

  “That’s my job,” I whispered as I ran my tongue along the lines of her earlobe. I reached down to the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head. I needed to see her naked, the sooner the better. Grabbing the elastic waistband of her skirt, I slid it down over her hips until it fell to the floor. She stood there in her slip and underwear. Sonya reached down to undo the strap on her sandals, but I stopped her.

  “Keep them on.”

  She stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me into the bedroom. I couldn’t get out of my jacket fast enough. On either side of her king bed were lamps. I walked over and turned on both.

  “I like to keep the lights off,” she apologized as she reached out to turn one off, but I grabbed her, pulling her close to me.

  “No. I want to see you, Sonya. I need the lights on to enjoy every ounce of you.”

  She looked at me doubtfully, like I couldn’t possibly want to look at her body. To show her how wrong she was, I removed her slip, caressing her hips and thighs as I slid it down to the floor. Then I stood up, turned her around, and unhooked her bra. Kissing the back of her neck, I held her arms as I slipped the bra from her body.

  She spun around to face me. Jackpot! I stood back, taking a good look at her massive breasts, round like two watermelons, with thick, dark nipples on the ends pointing up at me. I dove in head first, sucking on each nipple, licking around it until I gripped it again, suctioning it between my lips. My hands massaged her breasts, kneading them into submission, ecstatic they were one hundred percent real and not some plastic surgery bullshit. There was nothing like big, fleshy breasts between my fingers to get me excited.

  I worked my way down Sonya’s womanly body, appreciating every inch. I slipped my tongue in her belly button, nipping on her flesh as I wound my way down to her sweet spot. Slipping off her panties, I kissed her inner thighs and then made my way between her legs. My tongue darted inside the lips of her pussy as my fingers manipulated the folds, searching for that hot little button of pure pleasure.

  Her legs began shaking fiercely and her breath came out in quick gasps as I lightly flicked my tongue across her clit. I felt her body rising and falling as I brought her to the threshold of orgasm only to pull back.

  “Ooooh, please, please!” She grabbed my head between her hands, pushing me into her with force and urgency. I smiled at her hunger, her need to explode. This was nothing like boring sex with a skinny girl. This was so much better, so much more real and way more satisfying. Within minutes, her body tensed before her orgasm came, wave after wave.

  “Please, stop! Stop! Stop!” She tried to wrestle away, but I wasn’t about to let her go. In fact, I took her on a pleasure cruise to the next orgasm even quicker than the first.

  When I was done, I tore the comforter off the bed and gently laid her down on the sheets. Our eyes were locked on each other as I undressed. Sonya slid her hands down her big, bodacious body, stopping between her legs. She licked her lips and gave me a look that let me know that she wasn’t close to satisfied. After two orgasms, we’d only gotten past the appetizer course.

  My boxers had already begun to tent. I pulled them down to let my dick loose. I could tell by the look on her face that she liked what she saw, and she was ready for the main course. I planned to give her everything she wanted and then some.

  I pulled myself up until my dick hung directly above her lips. She latched on to my dick, sucking and licking hungrily, as if
it were the first bit of sustenance she’d had in ages. Her hands gripped my shaft, rolling it between her thumbs and fingers expertly, sliding up and down while manipulating me in her mouth.

  “Fuuuuuck!” I heard someone scream out before realizing it was me. It might have been a while for her, but she sure as hell had some serious skills. My dick pulsated in her hands, but luckily I knew how to stop myself from shooting my cum at that moment.

  Sonya stopped licking long enough to ask, “You like that, baby?”

  “I have to be inside of you now,” I growled as I rose up, retrieved a condom from my pocket and put it on.

  I slid inside of her. At first it was tight, like a suction cup on all sides, but as I worked my way in, she let go and it was a perfect fit. I felt myself throbbing inside of her. I buried my face in between her breasts and slid further into her soaking wet pussy. She was bucking like a stallion on my dick, and then she gripped my arms, throwing her head back and screaming out in pleasure as she came.

  I gave her a minute to enjoy the afterglow, but I was nowhere near done. I had to fuck her from behind. There is nothing like watching a big ass take a big dick doggy style. I flipped her over like she was all of ninety pounds, and the shocked look on her face told me she was not used to a man being able to handle her.

  I licked her from one end to the other before ramming my dick inside and riding her. I reached one hand around and started rubbing her clit, driving her mad as I fucked her. I grabbed her breasts, twisting the nipples between my fingers as I rode her like my life depended on it. Damn, it felt good to be with a woman who could handle a big man.

  “You like that?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Yes, please. More. Please,” she screamed out.

  Being the gentleman, I obliged, over and over, giving her more—more dick, more nipple stimulation, and more pleasure. An hour later, she was having her sixth orgasm when I finally joined her and came at the same time.

  I fell down next to her, holding my dick until it stopped throbbing. And then she did something that just made me appreciate her even more. She reached over and ripped the condom off, shoving her lips around my penis and sucking it until she lapped up that last drop of sperm.