My Brother's Wife

by Mona

  Arianna was unsure if he was asleep or not, but she made her way over to him on his side of the bed. Laying there shirtless and only wearing boxers, she smiled at the site of him. Once she had enough of just staring, she swung her left leg over him as she climbed on top of him and straddled him. She immediately felt her juices flow through her black laced panties. She leaned forward and kissed his succulent lips. As his eyes flew open, he kissed her back while slipping his hands under her short, black, silk robe. As the kiss deepened, he caressed her backside. Finally, breaking the kiss, Arianna started making her way down south. She kissed his neck, his chest and his stomach. As she continued her way down with her tongue, she slowly pulled down his boxers and watched his penis in awe as it stood at attention. Unskilled at what she was about to do, she gripped his penis with her right hand and placed the head in her mouth. Remembering Angeline’s advice, she was cautious not to let him feel her teeth as she began licking the head with her tongue in a circular motion. Just as the feeling was starting to lead him to his peak, Andre stopped her by gently lifting her head up.

  “Fuck! C’mon baby, please, stop,” Andre whispered as he lifted her up and sat himself up as well.

  Facing each other, Arianna sighed in frustration. “What’s wrong? Why did you stop me? I wasn’t doing it right?” she asked with pleading eyes.

  “No, you were actually doing a pretty good job. Too good. You have something you want to tell me?” Andre asked as he caressed her face with both hands.

  “Shut up, Dre. I’m serious this time. Every time I try to talk about this you change the subject. Now, why did you stop me? After all these years, you still don’t want me to do this for you and I want to know why. I know that is the one thing you love more than anything when it comes to sex. It seems like we have this great sex life, but in actuality you hold back from me.” Arianna pleaded as she stared in his eyes.

  Andre stopped caressing her face and used both of his hands to rub his eyes. He was tired and he really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. Truth is, he was holding back a little on some aspects of sex but when it came to actual intercourse he gave her his all. Strangely, there was a time when she was holding back and he bent over backwards to break her out of her shell. It took her a long time but she eventually opened up and now she just wanted to be everything to him, but now he was the one holding back. Despite all the couple’s therapy, he still wasn’t ready to express his true feelings.

  “Look babe, I’m tired and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Can we talk about this another time?” Andre asked as he reached over and kissed her lips.

  Arianna pulled back from the kiss and crossed her arms as she looked at him with cold eyes. “I see you back to your old ways again,” she said as she stared at him.

  “What was that?” Andre asked as he slowly raised up from the bed.

  “I said, I see you back to your old ways again. The same shit you were doing before we got married, you back to that again,” she repeated as she looked up at him.

  “Hold up, because I won’t let you give me head, I’m cheating?” he asked, putting his boxers back on.

  “Do you hear yourself? What kind of a man won’t let his wife give him head?”

  Arianna asked.

  “The same kind of man whose wife have been through some shit. The same kind of man whose wife wouldn’t let him do anything to her other than kiss her for almost two years. The same kind of man whose wife cried for two whole hours after he took her virginity. The same kind of man whose wife still has nightmares about the past.” Andre said as he glared at her.

  “That’s not fair, Dre,” tears formed in her eyes.

  “No Ri, what’s not fair is you accusing me of some shit and I haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t understand why giving me head is so fucking important to you and now you want to sit here and make your assumptions and shit. I can be ignorant and make my own assumptions too,” Andre explained.

  “What is that suppose to mean?” Arianna asked with a look of confusion on her face.

  “It means, you just licked the tip of my dick kind of well just now. When you tried it on our wedding night, I don’t remember the shit being that good, and furthermore, Mal is coming home tomorrow and all of a sudden you want to start shit with me when things been real good between us. I can assume shit too.” Andre admitted angrily as he made his way towards the bedroom door.

  Arianna stood up from the bed and placed her hands on her hips in disbelief. “That is ridiculous!”

  “No, what’s ridiculous is this motherfucking conversation. I’m going to bed in the

  guest room. Good night.” he said as he left the room.

  Chapter Five

  Desmond’s Home

  West Orange, NJ

  Andre stood outside waiting for someone to open the door when Angeline and Ava pulled in through the massive gates. Once Angeline parked and they exited her car, they made their way over to Andre as they all hugged. Once they were done greeting each other, Andre looked Ava’s way.

  “Uuuh, where the hell is your car? Why are you riding with Angie?” He asked.

  “Well damn, Dre, is there a problem with her riding with me?” Angeline folded her arms across her chest.

  Ava laughed as Andre pulled out his cell phone and looked at Angeline.

  “I don’t give a damn about her riding with you. I just want to know where the hell is that expensive ass car she had me buy for her?”

  Ava rolled her eyes at Andre and Angeline shook her head.

  Andre scrolled down his call log to call Desmond. “What the hell is taking this fool so long to open this door?” He asked as he dialed Desmond’s number.

  “This is a beautiful house.” Ava admired the lavish home.

  “Yeah, isn’t it? I fell in love with it when I came here on Tuesday. I was shocked when I got here and I saw this house after he told us he bought himself a little something. Angeline admitted while Ava nodded.

  “Yeah, well this is hardly what you would call a little something. This nigga is always down playing something, trying to keep people guessing. This shit is almost as big as mines.”

  The beautiful double doors suddenly opened and there stood a tall, slim, fair skinned man wearing a black and white tuxedo. He stepped to the side as he ushered them inside the home. “Bonjour, Mesdames ET messieurs les bienvenus a` maison de Mr. Aeikan,” the man announced to them as they stepped inside the home.

  “I know this fool did not hire a damn French speaking butler.” Andre, Angeline and Ava laughed.

  “Angie, what did he just say?” Ava asked as she continued laughing. “I swear the men in my family are a bunch of nut jobs.” She shook her head.

  “He said, Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Mr. Aeikan’s home,” Angeline and Ava continued laughing as Andre just shook his head.

  “What’s up family?” Desmond made his way down the stairs as he headed towards them.

  “What the hell took you so long to open the door? Better yet, what took your butler so damn long? I called your phone and got your damn voicemail,” Andre asked as Desmond approached them.

  Desmond greeted Andre with a handshake and a partial hug as he hugged and kissed Ava on the cheeks, “I was in the shower, man,” Desmond smiled as he eyed Angeline. “Good morning, Miss St. Jean,” he reached over and slowly kissed her on her cheeks.

  “Good morning, Desmond,” Angeline knew Desmond went the extra mile to intimidate her but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her sweat. Truth be told, he was one fine as hell of a man. Standing at 6’3 he was slim but with a toned, chiseled physique. His current career as a sports agent demanded him to wear business suits daily, but as he stood there with blue jeans, a button down white short sleeve shirt and white Giuseppe Zanotti sneakers on his feet, his swag was on level ten. Yes, he was gorgeous and he knew it.

  “So, uhh, what’s up with the French butler?” Andre asked.

  Desmond laughed. “He came highl
y recommended. Plus, I think the shit is classy. We are successful professionals. We should dress the part. You and Ari should get one.”

  “Yeah, whatever. Look, call Ed, see where he’s at. We have to get going. It takes an hour to get to Trenton and an hour to get back,” Andre responded.

  “Aight, let me grab my phone. So, lovely lady, when your crew gets here, if you need any help with anything, Garcon here will assist you,” Desmond instructed to Angeline as his eyes discreetly roamed her body.

  “Did you call him Garcon?” Angeline asked as Ava laughed.

  “Yup, that’s his name,” Desmond responded as he turned to look at the butler.

  “Excuse, Que lest votre nom?” Angeline asked the butler in French.

  “Mon nom Est Garce,” he responded as he returned to his statue like demeanor.

  Angeline shook her head as she looked at Desmond. “His name is Garce not no damn Garcon. The word Garcon means man in French.”

  “Eh look, Garcon, Garce they sound the same to me,” Desmond said as he looked at Andre. “Look, give me a minute while I get my phone. While I do that you call Ed.”

  ________

  “It’s about time you got here. We were about to leave your ass,” Andre greeted his cousin Edward. “Sorry, man. I had to put in some last minute paper work for Mal,” Edward explained.

  Edward Cirelli, who was Andre’s cousin, on his mom’s side, was also Malachi’s attorney. Edward took over nine years ago, after Malachi’s original attorney passed away.

  “Oh, okay, so everything is straight”? Andre asked.

  “Yeah, yeah everything is straight. You know I have my connections, so when we get there we don’t have to sit through that long process they take. He should be ready to go. So, are you excited?” Edward smiled as he playfully punched Andre on the arm.

  “Man, don’t touch me, aight,” Andre laughed. “And hell yeah I’m excited. My partner, my brother is finally coming home,” Andre smiled.

  “Well, you two are the true definition of what brothers are supposed to be. Twenty years and you held him down, kept his spirits up, took care of mama Ro, paid his lawyer fees and you never missed a visit. You were there every step of the way. That’s respect, cuz.” Edward and Andre shook hands as Desmond approached them where they stood in front of the double doors.

  “Oh, Ed, you forgot one other thing,” Desmond announced as he looked around to make sure no one was in ear shot. “He took care of his girl, put a baby in her, married her, lived the Jay and Beyoncé’s life with her,” Desmond whispered as he started laughing.

  “Fuck you, nigga,” Andre laughed with him. “It was a little more complicated than that.”

  “Oh, knowing you and Mal, I’m sure it was. Back in da day, you two knuckle heads always had some type of scheme or some secret you two were keeping for each other. Your bond runs deep. I’m sure there’s more to the story. That’s why when you started dating her, I’m the only one who didn’t trip, because I knew you more than likely sat down with Malachi first before you did it. Everyone else was talking their shit, saying oh that’s your brother’s girl, that’s fucked up. I’m like look, that nigga is gone for twenty fucking years and Arianna is a beautiful, intelligent girl who needs to live her life.” Andre and Edward nodded.

  “So, if it were you and you were finally home, would you be able to handle watching the girl you were in love with, the girl whose life you saved, the girl you got knocked for living happily and in love with your brother?” Edward asked as he looked at Andre and Desmond.

  “Shit, I won’t lie, that shit would be hard, especially seeing how beautiful and fine she grew up to be. I would have a tough time. But I would have to deal with it and I would be glad to see that my brother took such good care of her.” Desmond admitted. Andre eyed Desmond as he dwelled on his words.

  “Dre, you okay?” Edward asked as he and Desmond opened the doors and made their way out.

  “Yeah, I’m cool,” Andre replied as he followed them out. As they stepped outside, a silver 2010 Infiniti Q80 SUV pulled up behind the car service Desmond hired to drive them to pick up Malachi. As soon as the SUV halted, Andre Junior stepped out, followed by Arianna’s mother, Lorette while, Arianna remained in the car gathering her belongings.

  “What’s up Des? What’s up Ed?” Andre Junior greeted them as he hi-fived both Desmond and Edward.

  “What’s up lil’ man? You looking clean as a whistle,” Edward smiled while admiring his attire.

  “Oh, yeah you know how we Aeikan’s do. We gotta keep it clean,” he said as he

  modeled his gear. Sporting a grey True Religion shirt, True Religion jean shorts and a pair of white Jordan’s, he was fresh to death.

  Desmond and Edward laughed. “You crazy just like your dad.” Desmond said as he shook his head.

  “See you later A.J. We on our way to pick up your uncle Malachi, you ready to meet him?” Edward asked as Lorette approached them.

  “Yeah, I guess. I’ve been wanting to meet him, but dad would never take me,” he admitted.

  “That’s because he didn’t want you stepping foot in no prison. It’s no place for a kid, trust me.” Edward expressed to him.

  “Well, I’m not a kid anymore. In case ya haven’t noticed, I’m a man now,” Andre Junior replied with a serious look on his face.

  Edward, Desmond and Lorette couldn’t help it as they looked at each other and started laughing. “Boy, get out of here! With your grown self,” Lorette shouted to him as she ushered him away. “Matter of fact, go say hi to your father, talking about you are a man now. Boy Please.” Lorette continued in her thick Haitain accent as she greeted both Desmond and Edward.

  Andre Junior sucked his teeth as he walked away. He sometimes grew tired of them treating him like a kid. At ten years old, he truly believed he was a man now and wished they would treat him as such. Man they get on my nerves he thought to himself.

  “What’s up dad?” he greeted Andre as he dapped and hugged him.

  “What up boy,” Andre replied.

  “Hey dad, can you get tickets to the game this weekend? Plus, we haven’t spend no time together all week,” he asked as Andre laughed.

  “Boy, don’t try to out slick me.”

  “What?” Andre Junior asked with a slick grin on his face.

  Andre laughed. “Boy, nothing. Go ahead on, I’ll see you when I get back,” he replied as he mushed Andre Junior’s head.

  “Stop, dad, my hair!” He yelled as he ran towards the house, opened the door and

  proceeded inside.

  Lorette made her way over to Andre with a smile on her face. She truly loved Andre like a son. She couldn’t have asked for a better partner and husband for her daughter. She admired and appreciated how Andre have loved and taken care of Arianna and for that she will always be grateful.

  He reached over and kissed her cheeks. “Hello mother,” he smiled at her.

  “Hello handsome,” she smiled in return. “Now what did you do to my daughter?” She asked with her hands on her hips.

  Andre raised both of his hands. “Hey, I didn’t do anything,”

  “Uuh huh. Well, you fellas hurry and come back now. We going to have a beautiful dinner,” Lorette ordered.

  “Aight now. You cooking my beans and rice, right?” He asked as he rubbed his hands in anticipation.

  “Yes. Yes I am,” she laughed as she entered the home.

  “What’s going on beautiful?” Edward asked Arianna as she approached them. They were leaned against the black Escalade the car service provided for them.

  “Same ole same ole,” Arianna smiled as he reached down and hugged her. “How are you?” She asked him.

  “I’m doing great,” he replied as he leaned back against the truck.

  “Uuh, is Ed the only one you see here”? Desmond asked as he too was leaned against the truck with his arm folded.

  “Oh, shut up, Des,” she laughed as she reached over and hugged him.

  “Well, y
our hubby is waiting for his kiss so hurry up and go over there so we can go,” Desmond said as he pointed at Andre.

  Arianna rolled her eyes. “Well, he can keep waiting,” she said as she walked away.

  “Oh damn, it’s like that?” Desmond called out to her as Edward laughed. She ignored him as she continued walking away.

  Andre watched her as she walked towards him. Smiling he couldn’t help licked his lips. Despite the complexity of their past and their relationship, the one thing that was always quite simple and quietly kept was his physical attraction to Arianna. She was gorgeous then, she’s even more gorgeous now. Wearing form fitting, blue skinny jeans, an off the shoulder, nude color, baby doll top, White and gold Gucci Rabia horse bit leather wedges and hair styled bone straight flowing down her back, she was breath taking. Damn he thought to himself.

  As she attempted to walk past Andre, he blocked her path with his arm.

  “Oh, so you just going to past by your husband without saying hello?”

  “I wasn’t aware I still had a husband,” she replied as she glared at him.

  Andre laughed as he placed his hand on his chest. “Ouch, that hurts.”

  Arianna was trying her hardest not to smile but she failed tremendously.

  Andre smiled in return as he pulled her towards him by her waist. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in her ears. “You hear me, babe?”

  All she could do is nod her head yes. She hated when they argued and when he gets sentimental; she gets emotional. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he hugged her tightly as he kissed her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted his head up from her neck and kissed her lips. Their kiss deepened as he squeezed her tighter.

  “C’mon now, break that shit up! Dre, let’s go! You can do that lovey dovey shit later!” Desmond yelled.

  Arianna and Andre broke the kiss as they laughed.