by Natavia
I slid my sweats down freeing myself. I held my dick in my hand as it is dripped with pre-cum. I pressed it against her tightness then she gasped. She grabbed me by the ass forcing me into her. Her walls pulled me in and my dick spread her open as I came to a hilt. I was ready to bust already! She took off her shirt and bra, freeing her full breasts. Her nipples were pressed against my chest. I lifted my body up to taste them. I gently bit her nipple before flicking my tongue across, as I slowly grinded into her.
“Sammmmeerrrrrr,” she whispered as she sucked on my neck. Lo-Lo always gave me hickeys. I lifted up then pumped into her. She started sucking her own titty. I smacked the other one as it bounced. She reached down and started playing with my balls. My dick started throbbing and the room was spinning. I started moaning then bit my bottom lip to keep from sounding like a bitch. My toes cracked then my knees buckled as I let off into her. She wrapped her legs around me as she came again.
“Now my couch is fucked up!” I said and she giggled.
A few hours later I was pulling up to Daytona’s house to pick up my three-year-old daughter, Teagan. Lo-Lo sat in the truck while I knocked on the door. Daytona snatched the door open with half of her hair in rollers. She looked into my truck then rolled her eyes.
“Since when do you bring bitches to my fucking crib?” she asked me.
“Shut the fuck up! Bring my daughter to the door, so I can bounce!” I told her.
“Teagan! Get your little ass down here!” she screamed.
“How many times do I have to tell you to stop talking to my fucking daughter like she’s a grown-ass woman!” I told her.
“Nigga, I carried her for nine months. I can talk to her however the fuck I want to!” she said to me.
“Dadddyyyyyyyyy!” Teagan yelled running to me. I picked her up. She kissed my face getting syrup all over it.
“Daddy you got a boo-boo on your neck!” she said. I laughed. She was talking about the hickey Lo-Lo gave me.
“So, what, you and Lo-Lo serious now? You never allow your other bitches around Teagan,” Daytona said.
“Yeah, we are. And I knocked her up. You have a problem with that? Teagan is going to have to be around her eventually. So, yes she is meeting my shorty. I don’t want no shit from you either,” I told her.
Tears welled up in Daytona’s eyes and I tried not to look. Truth is I used to be madly in love with Daytona. We been fucking with each other since eighth grade. Over the years, I cheated on her but she always stayed by my side. I did shit to see if I could get away with it like a dog-ass nigga. Daytona had no backbone and I hated that. I was still trying to figure out how she and Narshae became cool. Narshae fucked Daytona up in front of her own house because of me.
“Kiss mommy goodbye,” I told Teagan. She kissed her mother’s cheek. Daytona handed me her bag then slammed the door in my face.
“Mommy is sad,” she said to me.
“Ohhhhh, she is soooo pretty, Sameer! Hi, baby, what’s your name?” Lo-Lo asked as I put Teagan in her car seat. I went into her bag for some wipes to wipe her face and hands. Sometimes Daytona’s motherly instincts didn’t kick in.
“Teagan,” my daughter said.
“Daddy, are we going to see my baby brother Rylan? I made him a toy in school!” she said kicking her feet excitedly. My face dropped because I was mad he wasn’t my son! My brother really hurt me with that shit! How am I supposed to tell my daughter that her brother is really her cousin?
“No, we are going to Grandma Catty’s house for dinner,” I told her. This would be Lo-Lo’s first time meeting my family. I hoped they didn’t scare her away.
I walked through the door with Teagan in my arms. I let Lo-Lo go inside first. I heard voices coming from the living room. They stopped talking when they saw Lo-Lo. Lo-Lo spoke to everyone and they all spoke back, surprisingly.
I kissed my grandmother on the cheek then she hugged me.
“My baby, Sameer! Nigga, where the hell have you been? I ought to kick your ass. You forgot to bring me my reefa,” she whispered in my ear. She kept lying about having glaucoma.
“So, you must be his girlfriend. This fool don’t bring nobody around his family!” my mother said to Lo-Lo.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lo-Lo answered shyly.
“Honey, don’t yes ma’am me! I’m only forty years old!” my mother said making Lo-Lo laugh.
Kenjay walked into the house. He hugged Grandma Catty. I caught him slipping some weed into her pocket. She smiled at him then kissed his cheek.
He tried giving me a dap hug but I pushed him. He started laughing. “So, what you can’t show your big cousin some love?” Kenjay asked. I waved him off. He looked at Lo-Lo then smirked.
“What’s popping, Lo-Lo? Why didn’t you bring a tray? You know we are about to eat diet food, right? Nothing but soup, noodles and rice! Oh, and you might get some type of mystery meat!” Kenjay said. Catty took her fly swatter, hitting Kenjay on the arm with it.
“Shut the fuck up, Kenjay! I can still beat your ass! Don’t temp me now! I was raised off of that food! Y’all heathens get brand new when y’all start messing with these women who cooks pig feets and all of that other high blood pressure shit! Why do you think I look good for my age?” Catty said. Catty did look good for her age. She was seventy but she looked like she could be in her mid-fifties. Her hair was long and straight, her skin tone was like cream. She had pink lips and squinty eyes with a pie face. Her husband died years ago. Catty’s blackness came from her husband. Catty was also short standing at four-foot-eleven and she weighed about one-hundred-and-twenty pounds.
Shine’s mother Caroline walked into the house with her nose up. My mother rolled her eyes at her. It wasn’t a secret that they couldn’t stand each other.
“Well, well, well. Isn’t it Joan Rivers? You know if you get anymore plastic surgery you are going to look like a stroke patient!” my mother said to Caroline.
“Shut your ghetto ass up! Jealous aren’t we? Must have you know this body landed my son into millions! Are you jealous that my son isn’t a common street thug like your sons?” Caroline asked my mother.
Kenjay grilled her and so did Lo-Lo. Shine and Catty are the only two who could tolerate Caroline.
“So, how does the preacher feel about his daughter licking twat? You know Siah actually turned out pretty good being as though her mama is a whore! You are trash!” my mother said standing up. Kenjay grabbed her to keep her from swinging on Caroline.
Caroline waved her off then looked at Lo-Lo.
“Y’all love them husky don’t y’all?” she asked me.
Lo-Lo cleared her throat. “If you swing on her, honey, I got your back!” my mother said to Lo-Lo. Catty hushed her up. I shook my head. This was why nobody liked coming around. Catty had six girls. The youngest three stayed around and the others came to visit a few times out of the year.
Jameer walked in. Teagan ran to him and he picked her up, kissing her cheek. Like always he gave her a twenty-dollar bill.
“What the hell is going on with you two? You haven’t been talking lately,” my mother said to us.
“Tell her Jameer,” I said.
“Tell me what?” my mother asked.
“Rylan isn’t my son. He belongs to my brother,” I said and she gasped. Caroline laughed as Catty stood up.
“Is that true, Jameer?” Catty asked him. He put Teagan down and she climbed onto my mother lap.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. She took her fly swatter, popping him in the face.
“That’s filthy! Shame on you!” she yelled at him. She tried hitting him again but Kenjay pulled her away.
“Come on, Grandma! Chill out!” he said to her. She sat in the chair then fanned herself.
“Are you still seeing her?” Catty asked him. Jameer put his head down again. Jameer was supposed to be the good twin. That nigga got some shit with him.
“Are you still fucking that nasty bitch, Jameer?” our mother asked him.
“Yeah, I
am,” he said. I chuckled then shook my head.
Tears fell down our mother’s eyes. “I raised you two the best way I could! I tried to do everything! You fucked your brother’s girlfriend and had him thinking that was his baby? Sameer has been taking care of your son for two fucking years and you have the nerve to still sleep with her?” she asked him. He said nothing.
“Sameer, you aren’t any different! You were fucking two sisters! What the fuck is wrong with y’all?” she said getting up walking out of the house.
“You snitching motherfucker!” Jameer said charging into me. Caroline hurriedly picked up Teagan and ran out of the room. He swung but I dodge it then punched him in the chest. Jameer was never really a fighter. He would shoot you in a hot second if he had to.
“You want to fight me, nigga?” I asked, sending body shots to his side. He fell onto the floor then I started stomping him. Kenjay and Lo-Lo had to pull me off of him.
“Get your bitch ass up, nigga!” I said trying to get away from them.
“You are dead, nigga! Fucking dead!” he said. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes. This was my brother, someone who looked exactly like me. It was always me and him and this was our first time we ever fought. This nigga hurt me at that moment.
“Yeah, you want to cry like a little bitch? That’s what you are! A punk-ass little bitch!” he said.
“I’m a bitch? Nigga, fuck you! If it wasn’t for me Pops would’ve still been trying to molest you, nigga! He only fucked with you because he knew you was a punk nigga! That’s why you secretly wanna be like me! I always looked out for you, nigga, and you want to threaten my life?” I asked him.
My father always had me in some type of training. It was boxing, karate, anything that had something to do with fighting. But he treated Jameer differently. He said Jameer didn’t have courage in him. One day I came home from school and caught my father with his hand in Jameer’s pants. Jameer was sick and had to stay home. My mother was at work. We were only fifteen. When I saw that, I lost it and beat my father with my lacrosse stick and a bat. I fucked him up badly. The nigga is in a wheelchair now at an old folk’s home.
Jameer said that was the first time he actually did that but he always made snide remarks to him. He said our father would feel on his butt, and tease him. This nigga had to see a psychiatrist still because of that. I know he wasn’t gay though.
“Y’all chill the fuck out!” Kenjay said. Jameer looked at me with embarrassment because the family didn’t know what happened. We never told our mother the real reason I beat my father that day. I lied and told her that our father had a gun to Jameer’s head. She believed me and never said a word to him after he was taken to the hospital. She cut him out of her life also.
“Watch your back, nigga!” Jameer said before walking out of the house. My grandma started asking me questions but I ignored her. I went into the kitchen, picked my daughter up then stormed out of the house. Lo-Lo caught up to me grabbing my daughter. Lo-Lo strapped her up in her car seat.
O’Shea pulled up then got out. “You leaving already?” he asked me.
“Yeah, man, your bitch-ass cousin almost got murked! Your brother is inside though. I swear when I catch that nigga I’m killing him with my bare hands! Young, that nigga is dead!” I said. Kenjay stormed out of the house. “Ay, nigga what fuck is wrong with y’all?” he asked, pushing me.
I pushed him back then O’Shea stood in between us. “What the fuck are y’all niggas clowning for?” O’Shea asked us.
“This fuck nigga almost gave Grandma a heart attack! He knows Jameer can’t fight! This nigga beat his ass in ten seconds! That shit was foul!” Kenjay yelled. I waved him off then climbed into my truck. I backed out of the driveway. The ride back to my crib was silent. Teagan had never seen me that mad.
“Teagan,” I said.
“Yes.” She answered in a soft voice.
“Daddy is sorry,” I said.
“Rylan is not my brother?” she asked.
“He is your cousin but you can still play with him like he is your brother. He is still apart of us,” I told her.
I looked in the rearview mirror and she smiled at me.
“I’m sorry, Lo-Lo. I didn’t want you to meet my family like that,” I told her. She grabbed my hand. “It’s all good. If it makes you feel any better when Kenjay said what was on the menu, I wanted to leave!” she said. I laughed at her.
“That means you’re cooking for us, right?” I asked her.
“You know I got you!” she winked at me. “I’m not hitting you anymore though! The way you was swinging on your brother almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you couldn’t fight because you used to let me whip your ass!” she said. I shook my head at her.
After we ate dinner, I got Teagan ready for bed. Lo-Lo was in bed watching TV and I climbed in beside her then rested my head on her fluffy breast. She massaged my scalp. “I broke my nail when I tried pulling your strong ass off of Jameer. You owe me for that,” she said. I knew it was coming. I noticed her broke nail as she cooked dinner. I reached in my nightstand, grabbing a knot of money then tossed it to her.
Britain
I walked down to the basement to tell my mother dinner was ready. The door was cracked open and music was playing. I walked in, down the hall into her living room and got the shock of my life. Harry was on the couch in his underwear while my mother danced offbeat on her stripper stage. I still could not believe she talked O’Shea into getting her that. I was terrified as my mother tried shaking her ass to O’Shea’s new hit single “Gunplay.”
“MA!” I said, as she was about to take off her bra. Harry covered himself up with a pillow. My mother walked to her stereo to turn it down.
“What the hell do you want, Brownie? Can’t you see I’m getting my Magic City on?” she asked me. My mouth dropped.
“You can’t even dance, Ma!” I said.
“So, what! Harry’s little person was excited before you came down here and ruined it! I should’ve stayed my ass at home! You are fucking my groove up, Brownie!” she said. I waved her off.
Shia and I set the table while Kensi slept in his baby rocker. I picked up O’Shea’s ringing cellphone and answered it.
“Hello.”
“Where is O’Shea?” a female asked me.
“Who and the fuck is this?” I asked.
“Rissa! Now, put him on the phone, Britain. This has nothing to do with you,” she said.
“You must really want me to spank that ass don’t you? I’m not putting him on the phone! You are not getting your job back!” I spat into the phone then she started laughing. I thought Jordan was going to be the problem, but it turned out to be Rissa! It’s always been Rissa and when I think about it I think she put Jordan Liles up to that sex-tape.
“Put him on the phone, Britain! You are starting to sound jealous. But maybe you should be. I did have him in my bed plenty of times. I bet you he didn’t tell you how he used to fuck my brains out. If only you knew how your so-called fiancé got down!” she said, hanging up. His phone beeped and there were pictures of O’Shea and Rissa having sex. My mouth dropped. I scrolled through them and in one picture he was eating her pussy. I mean O’Shea had her legs wide open as he licked between her legs. There was another one that took my breath away. O’Shea was fucking Jordan doggy-style while Rissa sucked on her breast. Rissa had sent over ten pictures to his phone. This was a big-ass scandal!
O’Shea walked into the kitchen and saw me going through his phone.
“What’s up, shorty?” he asked me. Tears fell down my face as I walked out of the kitchen into the living room. He followed behind me asking questions but I blocked him out. Was O’Shea sleeping with Rissa behind my back? I didn’t know what to believe! I had never known that they were intimate! I couldn’t even figure out if the pictures were old.
“You fucked Rissa!” I said to him.
His phone beeped again. He reached for it but I snatched it away. It was more pictures with more g
irls and Rissa was in a few of them. This nigga was worse than Tiger woods!
“You piece of shit!” I said jumping up, attacking him. He tried pinning my arms down as he fell on top of me on the couch. I started kicking him and scratching his face. My mother and Harry ran into the living room, pulling O’Shea off of me as he tried pinning my arms down. When my hands got free, I socked him in the eye. My father betrayed me, and now my kid’s father had done the same. When am I going to ever catch a break? Since thirteen a man has been the cause of all my problems!
“Cut that shit out! Y’all forget Shia can see what the fuck is going on? Britain, I’m disappointed in you,” my mother fussed.
