Betrayal The 2nd Deadly Sin KDP
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Rita yelped as the odd sensation turned her out. Reaching between her legs, she massaged her swollen clit with two fingers as she clenched his thick thumb with her anal muscles, and milked his dick with her pussy muscles too.
“Oooow, papi! Yes, ouch! Oh papi…go deeper.”
Sparks flew through Rita’s body as her clitoris pulsated and her asshole got ruffed out by Dutchy’s finger. She swirled her hips frantically, then bucked backward to take Dutchy in deeper as his hard dick slammed against her cervix.
Withdrawing slightly, Dutchy bucked his hips and pounded his rod deeply inside her again. His pelvis smacked into her ass hard enough to break her tailbone and she loved every stroke.
Rita felt sparks shoot up her spine and out of her pointed nipples. “Ooowie, ooowie, ooowie!” she screeched. She reached up and pinched one of her breasts real hard. Electricity surged through her. She stuck her fingers between her legs and caught some of the syrup that was spilling from their bodies. She sniffed her fingers and moaned, then stuck them in her mouth and sucked greedily. The sweetness blew her mind. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her nut was just about to pop off when her cell phone jangled and vibrated on her night table.
Licking her lips, Rita slowed her rhythm for a moment.
“Fuck that phone!” Dutchy barked as he gripped her hips and banged up in her with deep, wet strokes. He rocked his pelvis from side-to-side, allowing his dick to sweep every corner of her inner cave.
The phone rang again, and when Rita strained to see it, Dutchy cupped her breasts and pulled her toward him until she was upright and on her knees. With her back pressed to his muscular chest, he inhaled the glorious scent of her sweaty hair, then bit down gently on her shoulder and sucked her soft flesh in passion.
The phone rang a third time, and as good as she was getting fucked Rita just couldn’t help it. School had just started back up and her baby sister Chub had been coughing a lot, and her other sister, Nooni, had been cutting classes and getting high. The call could have been coming from the school nurse, or maybe from a pissed-off teacher.
Rita scooted close to the edge of the bed as Dutchy ignored the interruption and continued to beat her pussy up deliciously from the back. She squeezed her thighs together and rotated on that dick. He was almost there and so was she. Wrapped up in her own pleasure, Rita was just about to say fuck the phone, when it rang again. She took one more peek and finally caught a glimpse of the name flashing on the caller ID.
It said, Naughty Girl, and just those two little words were enough to dry Rita’s pussy up and cold-stop her on her knees.
Dislodging herself from her man’s pumping dick, she yelped and lunged for the phone. And when she clicked the talk button and breathlessly yelled hello, she found out that it wasn’t the school nurse on the line, like she’d feared, and it wasn’t no damn teacher calling about her hard-headed, hot-in-the-ass little sister Nooni, neither.
It was Juicy.
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Fifteen minutes later Rita was rushing down the streets of Harlem with her heart aching in her chest. In the eight months since Juicy had dropped a gwap of cash on her kitchen table and then dipped out of New York, she had only heard from her girl one time.
Once.
And even then, she hadn’t really been sure it was her. Rita remembered it like it was yesterday. Juicy and Gino had been gone for almost a month when she got a call from a number that had a California area code. When she answered the phone there was nobody on the line. At least nobody was talking.
Something in her gut had told her it was Juicy on the other end. Calling to let her know she was okay. And as hot as the streets had been after G got ganked, Rita had understood why her girl was playing it so safe.
Rita knew firsthand the kind of danger Juicy had faced in Harlem. She’d jumped between Juicy and G up in their crib on Central Park West one day, and that homicidal niggah had cracked their foreheads together and tried to make an omelet out of their brains. When Rita finally came to her senses G said if he ever saw her face again her family would be reading about her murder in the newspaper.
It didn’t even sound like a threat, it sounded like a promise, and Rita had believed that shit too. Yeah, Juicy was smart to lay low and stay outta range. No matter how much bank she was holding, if G’s niggahs ever caught up with her, her life would have been worth less than two cents.
Acting on her hunch, Rita had saved the strange number in her contact list under the name, “Naughty Girl.” She’d chosen that name because she had taken Juicy to her very first sex toy party, and it had been funny as hell to watch her girl getting wide open on a bunch of fake dicks.
But now, after talking to Juicy and hearing the raw agony in her voice, and finding out that Gino had been murdered and her girl was ass-out and all alone, couldn’t nothing stop Rita from getting out to the West Coast.
The minute she hung up the phone she had jumped into her clothes and hit the door. Dutchy had been dazed like, ‘what up with that?’ but he was a good dude, and the look on her face must have told him that shit was critical.
“Where you going, baby?” he’d asked, stroking his still-hard dick.
Rita splashed some water on her crotch and pulled on a pair of jeans she found on the floor as she thought about how to answer. Dutchy was big-time in law enforcement. His whole family was. His father, four uncles, and two aunts had all worn uniforms. And every last one of his six brothers were either cops, or detectives, or corrections officers, and Dutchy himself worked as a New York City probation officer. Rita decided against putting him down on anything just yet. Giving him too much info about Juicy’s situation could be a bad thing. For both of them.
“I gotta run up to the high school.”
“Something up with your sister?” he asked.
Rita had nodded, and it wasn’t a total lie. Her teenaged sister Nooni was a habitual hell-raiser who was forever getting in trouble. Rita was going up to the school to get her, but not because the girl had done anything wrong, though. She was heading out to pick up Nooni, and then swinging by the elementary school to get her youngest sister, Chub, so she could drop them both off with the Cuban babysitter who lived down the block.
Rita promised herself she would explain more to Dutchy later, but right now she had to roll and roll fast. Because Juicy really needed her, and no matter what kind of drama was going on in her own world, she had to catch a flight to California so she could be there for her girl.
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“But I don’t want you to leave,” Chub whined. Her bottom lip was poked out and she followed Rita from room to room singing her sad little song.
Rita stuck a tube of toothpaste in her Fendi travel kit, then zipped it up and put the bag inside her matching suitcase. She turned and ran her fingers through her baby sister’s hair. Chub’s smooth skin looked like dusty cinnamon, and her hair was jet black and crazy curly, just like Rita’s.
“I won’t be gone for long,” she promised. “Probably two weeks. Maybe three.”
Rita eyed the gear she’d neatly placed in her suitcase and checked off a mental list to make sure she had everything. She wasn’t taking a whole lot. Wasn’t no need to. This wasn’t a socializing or sightseeing trip, so she wasn’t going to be partying or hanging out, or doing anything except taking care of Juicy.
Juicy.
Rita’s heart ached when she remembered how gutter-scorched her friend had sounded over the phone. All the life had been gone from Juicy’s voice. She sounded like somebody who was already dead, but had lost her way crawling toward a dark, muddy grave.
Rita checked her wallet and made sure her two credit cards and her driver’s license was good to go. She had already stopped by the bank and taken out enough cash to pay the babysitter for a good minute, and now all she had to do was throw a few more items in her suitcase and grab a jacket to wear on the airplane.
“Are you going back to Puerto Rico?” little Chub asked suspiciously. “Cause if you are, that’s n
ot fair because you promised I could go with you again.”
The little girl had poked her finger through the belt loop on the back of Rita’s jeans and was leaning backward, her weight almost dragging Rita down.
Rita laughed, then turned around to face her.
“Nah,” she said gently, cupping her hands around her baby sister’s fat cheeks. Chub was a little eat-o-holic. She had been placed in a foster home after Rita had knifed their father to death and gotten sent to jail. By the time Rita had been cleared of the justifiable homicide charges and had come back home to take care of her sisters, the damage had already been done. Chub was hoarding food and sneaking candy and snacks like crazy. In just one sitting the nine-year-old could suck down enough grub to make a grown man fat.
Rita kissed the child’s smooth forehead.
“I’m not going to Puerto Rico. I would never go without you,” she reassured her sister. “I promise.”
Chub frowned, then chewed on the collar of her yellow and green shirt.
“Then where are you going?”
Rita shrugged.
“Somewhere else,” she said. “To check out a friend. But don’t worry. Mrs. Moreno is going to take good care of you. You’ll get to stay with Lucie and Charlize every night and have lots of fun, okay?”
Chub was clingy and nervous. The doctors said she overate and hoarded food because she suffered from a fear of abandonment.
Rita was concerned about the little girl, but nowhere near like she was worried about her other sister, Nooni. That chick was like a shooting star. Aiming fast and reckless, and at all the wrong targets.
“I’m almost eighteen and I don’t need no babysitter,” Nooni had bitched, poking her lip out when Rita told her she was going away for a few weeks and her and Chub would be staying with Mrs. Moreno.
“Besides, Mrs. Moreno is stinky. Her house smells like old lady pussy, and her bathroom is nasty.”
“If you don’t like the way her bathroom looks then clean it up,” Rita told her.
“But why can’t I just stay home?” the teen protested. Her jet-black curly hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had on a t-shirt that had pink bulls-eye targets over both of her bulging young breasts.
“I’m not no little kid, Rita! You don’t have to pay nobody to watch me. I’m old enough to watch my damn self.”
Bullshit, Rita had thought. To be so cute and prissy Nooni was real loose with herself. She had some wide hips and a tiny waist like Rita’s, except she had an even plumper bubble-ass to go along with them. The girl was all attitude and no street sense. All it took was one whiff of her fresh pussy and a street niggah could actually smell how naïve she was. The scent of young, dumb, stupidity just floated straight up out of her crotch.
Rita wrapped a bottle of shampoo in a plastic bag and placed it in her suitcase. She knew Mrs. Moreno was no match for Nooni, but Dutchy had promised to check on the girls every couple of days and make sure Nooni stayed in pocket.
Rita knew she was lucky to have a dude like him to support her, but Dutchy didn’t know everything about her past and she liked it like that. He was the type of dude who wanted his woman to be hot and seasoned, but not ghetto and funky. Rita was afraid that if he knew about all the shit she had gone through with her father he would look at her differently, and probably not in a good way either.
But she couldn’t worry about any of that right now. She had to make sure Nooni was straight. She planned to take all the house keys with her when she left, and double-lock all the windows too. That way Nooni wouldn’t be able to get back inside the apartment while she was gone. She could just see the girl trying to scheme and con Mrs. Moreno into letting her come back to the house to pick up a schoolbook or something else she supposedly “forgot.” That would be all she wrote. Mad dudes would be crawling all over the crib, and Nooni and her hood rat little girlfriends would be up in there partying like guttersnipes and having naked-twister orgies out the ass.
Rita was real nervous about the whole situation. Ever since her sister had started fucking with a cut-throat young drug dealer named Maleek, the girl had been dabbling in all kinds of trouble. Stealing, getting high, skipping classes, even sneaking out the window and climbing down the fire escape at night. Anything to get in the streets and roll around with the sleazy little dogs on the corner.
It had all come to a head when Rita came home early one afternoon and busted Nooni and her thugged-out boyfriend getting bizzy in her living room. That long-legged street niggah Nooni was so in love with had her naked and on her knees sucking the skin off his dick, while he reclined on Rita’s brand new leather sofa with his hands propped behind his head like he was up in his own damn crib.
At first Rita couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Maleek was moaning his ass off as Nooni’s head jutted like a pigeon and she gave up that wet neck pussy like a natural hoe.
Rita had blacked out. She knocked the shit outta Nooni and told her to get up off her knees and put on some clothes, while Nooni screamed that Rita wasn’t her damn mother and couldn’t tell her whose dick she could suck.
Throughout it all, Maleek had stayed calm and moved real easy, like his ass wasn’t pressed out and he wasn’t in no kind of rush. It was hard to believe that he was even younger than Nooni was with his baby face and ice-cold killer glare. He had the nerve to let his eyes roll all over Rita’s hips before he gripped his hard, wet dick and wiped it dry on her favorite sofa pillow. His soulless eyes never left hers as he slowly maneuvered his wood around and tucked it back inside his drawers.
“Look at that piece of shit!” Rita had screamed on her sister as Maleek sauntered his tall, skinny ass out the door without saying a word to either one of them. “You over here putting his raw dick in your mouth after he just pulled it outta some stank bitch’s ass! He’s too young for you anyway! That piece of trash don’t give a fuck about you, Nooni! He don’t love you!”
“He do so love me!” Nooni had screamed. “And he ain’t got no other bitches! Maleek is my man and I’m his fuckin’ boo!”
Rita had been too done. They’d actually come to blows behind that shit, and for the first time ever Nooni had swung on her and punched her in the face.
Rita got hot just thinking about that punch. She had fallen back against the wall and then got up and kicked Nooni’s ass straight in. She’d beaten her sister so bad that their next-door neighbor had to come over and pull her off the youngster. Rita didn’t know what was going to happen in a few weeks when Nooni turned eighteen and she could no longer legally control her wild ass. It was probably gonna be on and poppin’ up in their crib 24/7.
Yeah, it was a real bad time to be jetting off and leaving Nooni with nothing but opportunities to fuck and connive on her hands, but what else could Rita do? Juicy needed her, and she had to be there for her girl. She just had to. She sighed as she zipped her suitcase closed and lifted it off the bed. She was only one person, and she had to give of herself where she was needed the most.
And right now, that was definitely out in California. Her sisters would be cool until she got back. Everything would work out fine. Nooni was just gonna have to go along with the program. No matter how grown the girl thought she was, she was just gonna have to stay her hot little ass at Mrs. Moreno’s crib and chill until Rita got back.
CHAPTER 10
Her big sister hadn’t even made it outta Harlem good before Nooni started trippin’. She jetted out of Mrs. Moreno’s apartment with the sounds of the old lady fussing in Spanish ringing in her ears. Feeling free as a bird, she walked down the streets of Harlem swinging her hips and enjoying the attention her tight jeans and sexy, curvaceous body attracted from the young boys on the block and the grown men in their shiny new whips.
Fifteen minutes later she ran up the stairs to her friend Cheyvon’s project apartment and knocked on the door. The two girls caught the train uptown to 149th Street and spent the whole day boosting cheap outfits and eating pizza slices and Italian-style heroes.
The thrill of stealing was physically exciting, and it had Nooni’s coochie nice and slippery. Maleek was heavy on her mind, and the last thing she felt like doing was ending her night by knocking on Mrs. Moreno’s front door.
“You staying in the house tonight?” she asked Cheyvon.
“Hell no,” was the answer she got.
“Good, ’cause there’s gonna be a real hot party over at T.C.’s Place. Maleek and his set are gonna be up in there. He thinks I’m on lock down with a fuckin’ babysitter tonight so I wanna roll up and surprise him.”
Cheyvon frowned. “T.C.’s Place? You mean that pool hall over on St. Nick where Thug and the ’Licious Lovers used to spit? Where all them people got killed?”
Nooni nodded. “Yeah. That was Trust Chambers and his wife, Miss Lady. Thug-A-Licious was their godson. My hair dresser, Miss Vyreen, used to work for T.C., and she got shot up in there too.”
Cheyvon frowned some more. “And they opened that place back up again?”
“Oh hell yeah,” Nooni shrugged, trying to sound much growner and wiser than she really was. “Why not? They got all the dead bodies up outta there and besides, it’s the only place in town where the cops won’t come fuckin’ with us about underage drinking and stuff.”
“Then that’s what’s up,” Cheyvon agreed. “Yeah, okay, I’ll come. Maybe I can do like you did and hook me one of them thug dudes with the knotty pockets.”
“Cool,” Nooni said, “but I ain’t tryna go all the way home and then come all the way back over here, though. Can I take a shower and get dressed at your crib?”