Hood Tales, Volume 1

by C. N. Phillips

  “Oooh.” The moan slipped through Coffee’s lips as she released her sticky juices in her hand. “Damnnn. Sweet Tea, come lick my pussy while he hits you from the back or something. My shit is throbbing for some attention.”

  Justin ground into Sweet Tea one last time before he let her up on shaky legs. He helped her balance herself so she could climb on the bed and crawl to where Coffee sat. Before she could get one lick in on her own, Justin’s hand was on the back of her neck. He mushed her face into Coffee’s already wet opening while he played with her chocolatey nipples. When Coffee’s eyes began to roll to the back of her head, he removed the condom from his erection and let Sweet Tea’s neck go so he could grab Coffee’s face. She already knew what was coming and had her mouth open wide to receive his delicious penis. She sucked and slurped all over it, the way that he liked, until he threw his head back.

  “Shit!” he said and gripped her face even tighter so that he could fuck her throat. He forced the tip of his manhood to the back of her throat and felt it contracting around his shaft. “Yeah, suck this dick, you nasty slut. Suck this shit like you ain’t even gon’ get any more dick in your life. Yeah, just like that.”

  “Fuck her,” Sweet Tea told him seductively while kissing Coffee’s clit. “She wants some dick. I can tell by how her clit keeps jumping. Bend her over so I can watch.”

  Normally Justin didn’t like being told what to do, but what Sweet Tea had just proposed didn’t sound like too bad of an idea. He grabbed another condom, and by the time it was on, Coffee was already in the “face down, ass up” position. He licked his lips at how wet her fat cat was. Sweet Tea was on her back with her legs up in the air, working her middle finger in and out of her love canal. Watching her and sliding into Coffee at the same time let him know that his first nut was soon to come, but that meant nothing to him. He had a whole box of condoms to finish off that night.

  * * *

  Robin ran up the stairs of the house that she and her older brother shared. Already dressed in a pair of gray joggers and a tank top, she headed directly for Justin’s room to see if he would do some combat training with her. When she got to the door, she instantly stopped her hand mid-knock.

  “Ohhh, Justin! Daddy, that dick feels soooo good in my pussy! Please don’t . . . don’t stop.”

  Robin’s face twisted up in the most disgusted face that she could muster. The last thing that she wanted to do was walk in on her brother having sex, so she was happy that she hadn’t just burst into his room the way she usually did. She heard a second voice moan his name, and she knew instantly who he had in his room. She rolled her eyes and backed away from the door so that Justin could continue to tear Coffee and Sweet Tea down.

  “This nigga would choose the day that I need to let off some steam to have these hoes come over.”

  She hated that Justin would let women of their status into their home, although she knew she had no business looking down on anybody, because nobody should have technically trusted her in their home. However, the difference was she didn’t look like it, while they looked like they couldn’t be trusted. She was just glad that Justin never let them stay the night, and she was even more glad for the cameras they had throughout their home. Sighing, she decided to head to the basement of the house by herself since there was no telling when he would be done entertaining his guests.

  Their entire basement was set up exactly like a gym facility, but Robin had no interest in using any of the machines. She walked past the treadmill and the elliptical, not stopping until she got to the punching bag. To the right of the punching bag was the large matted workout floor that she and Justin fought on. Sitting down, she did her stretches to ensure that she would not pull any muscles from the strenuous workout she was about to put herself through. She was ready to put a hurting on her own body, because that was the only pain she could control. Lately, things around her had been spiraling in a downward motion. She reflected on the day their parents died. It was also the first day she picked up a gun.

  Seventeen-year-old Robin Hood sat in the front office of North High School as she waited for her father to come and pick her up. She knew he wasn’t going to be happy when he saw her, especially given the reason he had to come and get her. It was no secret that Robin’s behavior at school was less than satisfactory. Her teachers treated her like she didn’t matter, so she acted accordingly. Bad days were common for her, and that day was worse than most.

  Robin didn’t have everything the other girls had. Although both of her parents worked, they just didn’t have the extra money to buy her in-style clothes or name-brand shoes, so she got what she got. She grew tired of constantly being picked on for lack of material things and being pointed out as the bad guy when she defended herself. Eventually, it got to the point where she didn’t care anymore, and anybody who disrespected her would have to pay.

  “I had high hopes for you,” Principal Atkins said to her, shaking his head in her direction. He was a short black man with a bald head and a mustache. “I can’t believe you would do something like this when you are so close to graduating.” “This” was the fact that she had beat another student so badly that her jaw cracked.

  Robin shrugged her shoulders, letting Principal Atkins know that she didn’t care about what he was talking about. The staff in the school let the students treat her any kind of way, and they only wanted to jump into action when she retaliated, so in her mind, it was fuck them.

  “Makayla is a bitch, and she shouldn’t have said what she said about my mother. If she would have watched her mouth, I wouldn’t have hit her in it.”

  “Words are just words, Miss Hood.”

  “Oh, really? So, it’s okay that she told me that if my mother sold some pussy, then she would be able to buy me better clothes?” Robin leaned back in the chair she was sitting in and looked him square in the eyes. “If that is the case, why did you suspend me for three days a few weeks ago for telling Jessica Sams that she was a whore who sucked too much dick? Those were just words too. Oh, and let’s not forget that the only reason I said that was because she stole my underwear from my gym locker after class.”

  Principal Atkins seemed to be at a loss for words after her statement, just like she thought he would be. She rolled her eyes at him and scoffed in pity. He was a sellout. It wasn’t a secret that the staff didn’t like her, and the only reason she could think of had to do with her older brother, Justin Hood.

  “It’s okay that none of the teachers and you don’t like me.” Robin glared at him. “But you shouldn’t make it so obvious.”

  “Robin—”

  “Stop fucking talking to me,” she snapped and put the hood of her sweatshirt over her head. “I’m done with this conversation. Just tell me when my dad gets here.”

  “He’s not coming. I came instead.”

  She heard the voice and instantly looked for the owner of it. There, standing in the doorway of Principal Atkins’ office, was a face that was the spitting image of her own. It had been a few months since Robin last saw her older brother, and her insides erupted with happiness.

  “Brother!” she squealed as she jumped up from her seat to embrace him. “What are you doing here?”

  “I was going to surprise you when you got home, but I overheard Principal Atkins call Dad for you. Told him I’d come scoop you up right quick.”

  “I really would have liked for your father to come.” Principal Atkins interrupted the family reunion. “She put a girl in the hospital.”

  “She should have watched her mouth,” Justin responded, not giving the principal eye contact. He studied his sister’s face and noticed that she had a few scratches there, and he shook his head. “You let her get close enough to touch your face? I know I taught you better than that.”

  “Figures that you would be the one promoting this kind of behavior,” Principal Atkins scoffed, standing to his feet. Compared to Justin’s tall frame, he was a little man, but that still didn’t stop him from speaking his mind.
“You were no good when you went to this school, and you’re no good now. I know all about what you’re doing out there in them streets, boy, and if you don’t slow it down, there is no doubt in my mind that you’ll be in a jail cell soon.”

  “Don’t talk to him like that.”

  “Shut up!” Principal Atkins snapped. He’d had enough of being disrespected in his office for one day and wouldn’t stand for it any further. “You are suspended until further notice! There is no place for trash like you in this school!”

  Robin’s face dropped, and Justin’s jaw clenched. He put his hands in the pockets of his designer jeans and finally made eye contact with the bold-talking principal.

  “You haven’t changed a bit, Reginald,” Justin said, calling him by his first name. “Still a man who thinks his job title is his protection. Since you supposedly know what I’m doing out there, then you know how I get down. Bowie Drive. You live there with your wife, Adessa, and your two small children. You have a dog, a black lab, and betta fish named Charlie and Charlie Two. Right now, your wife is home alone with the kids feeling safe because you have an alarm system. Those things are so faulty; you see, they go off for a whole sixty seconds before they alert anyone there is something wrong. By then, the niggas I send to run up in there would have already slit her throat and put two bullets in the brats’ skulls.”

  Principal Atkins was a brown-skinned man, but at Justin’s words, his entire complexion flushed. He swallowed hard as his eyes darted from Robin and then to Justin as if he were looking at two creatures not from this earth. Even Robin had to admit she felt icy from Justin’s cold words, and she knew he meant everything he’d said.

  Justin stood there, looming over Principal Atkins, silently daring him to speak another word. When he did nothing but stammer and sit back down at his desk, Justin turned his back on him.

  “She’ll be here tomorrow, and I don’t want to hear about any other issues when it comes to my sister, understood?”

  “Understood,” Principal Atkins said in a barely audible voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, Robin.”

  Robin flicked him off and followed her brother out of the school. What an odd twosome they must have looked like walking side by side. Although they were the spitting image of each other, it looked like the prince and the pauper, like they lived two completely different lives. They did, but it had not always been like that. Robin knew that their parents’ lack of money was why Justin dropped out of high school his own senior year. She also knew that was why he decided to get in the streets. She never looked at him differently for it; instead, she respected him, and in a way, she envied him.

  “Dad really let you come get me?” Robin asked curiously when they got in Justin’s 2009 Mustang. “He must really be fed up with me.”

  “Nah,” Justin said, pulling out of the school parking lot and turning onto Ames Street. “He was fed up a long time ago when I went to this school. He’s just an old man going through the motions of having two bad-ass kids.”

  Robin couldn’t help but laugh. She was so happy that her brother was in town. There was no one else in the world who understood her the way he did. The two of them had always had a tight bond, and the longest they’d ever been apart was when Justin decided to move out of the house. He never told them where he was living; he would just say that he’d be around if they needed him.

  She studied him as he drove toward their parents’ house on Bedford and couldn’t help but replay in her head his words to the principal. “You were serious back there, weren’t you?” she asked finally.

  Justin had been lost in his own thoughts when her voice sounded. He took his eyes off of the road to face her, and he knew exactly what she was asking. A part of him wanted to tell her that he was just trying to scare the man, but he had never lied to his little sister before, so he wasn’t going to start. “Yeah.”

  “You really have people who would do that for you?”

  “Do what?”

  “Kill for you.”

  “Yes.”

  “What is it that you do exactly?” she asked like she always did.

  His normal answer was always, “I move around and get money.” And that’s what she honestly expected him to say, but that day he shocked her.

  “You really want to know?”

  “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” she told him.

  “Have you ever wondered why Mom and Dad never accept my money, no matter how much I offer to give them?”

  “I never knew that you offered to give them money.”

  Justin looked over at her and looked her up and down with a raised eyebrow. “Do you think I would ever willingly let you walk around looking like that without trying to help you out? Mom and Dad ain’t never accepted my money or my gifts for you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because they say that the money is dirty and they want no part of it.”

  “Well, is it dirty?”

  “It just depends on the stance you are taking when you’re looking at it. To me, no, it isn’t. It’s as clean as a whistle. But others might look at it as dirty as a toilet seat.”

  “Do you sell drugs, Justin?”

  “No,” Justin said with a straight face. “I’m a bandit. I rob people, and I sometimes kill them.”

  Robin stared at him to see if he was serious, and after seventeen years of being his sister, she could tell that he was as serious as a heart attack. She was quiet for a while, not knowing what to say. She swallowed the saliva that had built up in her mouth, and she looked out of the window.

  “You scared of me now?”

  “No,” she said, still looking out the window. “You’re my brother. I could never be scared of you. I’m just mad that our parents have me walking around dusty in Payless shoes when I don’t have to be.”

  “Might as well have put you in some light-up shoes,” Justin joked and put a grin on Robin’s face.

  “Shut up. But for real, though, I can’t believe them.”

  “They’re just doing what they feel is best for you,” Justin said as he turned down the street they lived on. “Can’t do nothing but respect it. They may not be able to give you the material things that you want, but you have to be grateful for all that you have. Not having what you want just fuels you to go get it yourself in life. No matter what you do, they’ll be proud. I wish I could say the same about me.”

  “Yeah.” Robin playfully nudged him with her shoulder. “Out of the two of us, you’re definitely the screwup.”

  “Forget you,” he told her. “Since I’m so screwed up, how about we say forget the shopping spree I cleared with our parents to take you on?”

  “Wait! Wait! I was just playing!”

  She was still giggling when they pulled up to the three-bedroom, two-story cookie-cutter house. Robin called it a cookie-cutter house because five people on the same block had the same house. In the driveway of their home, she noticed a car that she’d never seen before, and she furrowed her brow. Her parents had never been the type of people to have company. They always hated for people to know where they lived.

  “Who’s that?”

  Justin shrugged his shoulders as he too eyed the red Buick. “They weren’t here when I left,” he said as he leaned forward in the driver’s seat and studied the house. “The curtains in the living room are shut, too. Stay here real fast.”

  “Justin?” Robin asked when she saw her brother put his hand to his waist before getting out of the car. “What’s going on?”

  “I’m probably tripping. But just stay here and lock the doors, okay? I’ll be right back.”

  But he didn’t come right back. As soon as he stepped foot in the house, Robin heard the shouting begin. She heard more than that, actually. Things in the house were being broken, and when the gunshots sounded, she jumped violently in her seat. Her hands were trembling because she did not know what was going on. Where were her parents? Was Justin okay?

  Although he had told her to stay in the car, she
couldn’t. She opened the car door and hightailed it to the entrance of the house. The first thing she saw was blood splattered on the walls and on the floor. She didn’t know whose blood it was, and she prayed it wasn’t one of her family members’.

  “Mom?” she called as she made her way up the stairs of the house toward the living room. “Dad? Justin?”

  Nobody answered her. She walked slowly until she got to the top of the stairs and made a quick left into the living room. What she saw made her scream instantly.

  “Oh, my God! No, no, no, no, no.”

  The sight caused her to shake her head, numb, and repeat the same word over and over. There, bound to two of the wooden chairs from their dining room set, were her parents. Only thing was, they weren’t her parents anymore. They were dead, throats slit ear to ear. Sitting on the carpet, with a still-smoking gun in his hand, was Justin. A few feet away from him was a man, around his age, with a bullet in his forehead and another in his face. The gun was hanging loosely as Justin stared at his parents’ lifeless bodies.

  “He killed them,” he spoke in a hoarse voice. “They’re dead. They’re dead, and it’s all my fault.”

  The dead man on the ground was Bruno Maxwell. Justin had told Robin the truth when he said he was a burglar. He, however, left out the fact that he was also a hired hand. A few months back, he was hired for a job in Texas that had gone successfully. His job was to kill his target, Brandon Maxwell, which he did easily and also took a few of his most precious belongings. His one mistake had now come back to bite him in the ass.