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I didn’t utter another word, I just nodded my head gripping my dick with one hand and her inner thigh with the other. With her right where I wanted her I used my dick to tease her awaiting folds a little before I pressed in. Her shit felt like a warm tunnel, swallowing up every inch that I gave her with an unknown tightness.

“Mhmm.” She moaned out again, but I leaned forward mashing my lips against hers to swallow up whatever came out of her mouth.”

She sat up, flushing her weight onto her elbows, and forcing her legs further apart giving me unlimited access to her sopping wet center, as she now watched where we connected physically and mentally stuck.

I couldn’t blame, her because it was a sight to see, but the expressions on her face were much better. The many eyebrow contours and squints of her eyes each time I hit an uncharted spot inside of her sent me over the edge, and within seconds her thighs were shaking alerting me that she was cuming as well.

I leaned forward for a second to catch my breath, before I stood up straight just looking at her. She lay unraveled on my bed out of breath, with the slightest bit of sweat glistening from her beautiful body.

I gave her a minute, before I tapped her thigh. Her eyes popped open, and she was peering at me.

“C’mon, I hope yeen think this was all.” I licked my lips as that sexy smirk mad its way onto her face.

Within seconds she was on all fours in front of me, no pillow. Pussy sopping, and my dick nearly throbbing to back inside of her. Tonight belonged to that arch and the way I was about to fuck both of our mornings up.

TAREE “REE” PHILLIPS

When my sister told me she was at my front door, I didn’t think anything of it. If anything I was glad she was here because I was going nuts in this house by myself. I hated to be alone sometimes, but I needed to be so I could recharge after socializing for too long. What I didn’t expect was for her to limp into my house with theI just got fuckedhair. To make matters worse she helped herself to my closet and my shower before she was finally ready to talk.

“Who?”

“The owner of the bar we went to like two days ago.”

“Bitch how do you know him? Is h?—”

“Turns out our father is marrying his auntie. Dad called me over to come taste cake for him, and boom. He was there looking good. Now we both know I’ve been trying to cool off Benson. The opportunity presented itself and the vibe was off the chain.” She smiled the whole time she spoke.

“So, dick was what? On a scale of one to ten? Ten being the highest.”

“Ten.”

With a closed fist to my mouth I shook my head. “Damn, and you’re a tough grader. You gave that nigga Benson an seven-point-five on a good day.”

She cackled. “Exactly. Dick was so bomb I was sneaking out of his crib this morning silently.”

I joined in on the laughter. “Maybe I should give his homeboy some play then. Good dick probably runs in packs.”

She gave me the stop lying face before shaking her head. “Girl yeen gonna step out on Sandra’s son.”

“Bitch, I might.”

She waved me off, but what she didn’t know was how close to the edge I was. I loved Hadees, but that was just it. Over the past few years we had been stagnant, and his mother was too involved in our lives. Shit, I had a whole big ass family, but you didn’t see any of them in our relationship. As a matter of fact they all had their own lives to live, everybody except Fiona’s miserable ass.

I liked to think my siblings and I had a close-knit relationship, which we all did but Fiona was another story. Shit even our mothers were cool, but Fiona’s pissy ass mama was a problem. Fiona was only cool when somebody was either loaning her some money that she would try her hardest not to pay back or having a get together. Then at the get together she’d bring her bad ass kids and it almost never ended good. Long story short my sister was a royal pain in mine and my siblings asses.

“So, are you going to see him again?” I questioned when we entered my kitchen.

“Going to have to, considering the fact that our father is marrying his auntie.”

“Bitch, you know what I mean.”

She winked. “I know you do. I don’t have an answer for that yet.”

I nodded, seeing the giddiness in her eyes over the mere thought of yet another just sex situation on the horizon. I loved my sister and her freedom, but I knew her. She used just sex relationships as a means to not face her trauma.

“Don’t start, I know you’re about to.” She pointed in my direction.

I threw my hands in the air, surrendering before the first word escaped my lips. “Dionne hurt you, and Stephanie betrayed you. I know that shit hurt, but are you sure shunning love and meaningless sex is the way to go through life?” I was referring to her ex-boyfriend/ fiancé who she found out had been sleeping with her best friend the night of her engagement. It was a fucked up situation and while I beat Stephanie’s ass, Irish stomped Dionne out. Safe to say that was a scene that did the opposite of leaving my sister fragile. She spent about a week on her couch cuddled up with her puppy Blue before she was refusing to feel it. Now here we were two years later to the day, and she was right here still not facing it.

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