Page 5 of His Strings Make Her Legs Sing
I stood there for a second to stand on business. That was until Elvira embarrassed me with a high-pitched meow of her own.These bitches!I fed their asses so I could get on with my damn night.
Clothes were laid out on my bed when I got to my room. I chuckled at the sound of the shower running. You would think that my house was my sister’s house. The crazy thing of it all was that we lived in the same neighborhood, three townhouses from each other. Last year, I told my parents that I wanted to purchase a home, but I was worried that I would need a co-signer. Well, they agreed to co-sign and told Wynsdae that they wanted her to move into the same neighborhood for their peace of mind. She didn’t mind since it was a brand-new community.
I picked up the outfits that she picked out for us. I wasn’t sure which was hers, but I hoped it was the dress. The other outfit was fitted jeans with an oversized crop top. That was more my speed. Both of us were curvy women at a size eighteen. I peeledmy clothes off to be ready to get into the shower once my sister got out.
“The jeans are for you,” she said when she stepped out of the bathroom followed by a cloud of steam. Thank God that I had a water heater that never went cold. “I knew your ass wouldn’t wear a dress, especially a short one. I don’t even know why it’s in your closet.”
There was no need for me to respond when she was right. I didn’t show my legs because there was an ugly burn mark on my lower right leg that I hated. The only time that I wore short dresses or skirts was if it was the winter so I could wear tights or I had on stockings. Before I closed the bathroom door, I told my sister that I wouldn’t take long in the shower. If I didn’t say that she would fuss.
“What are you doing, Wynsdae?” I walked out of the bathroom after my shower to find my sister sitting on my bed with her legs crossed. Her forearms were on her thighs as she stared my cats down where they sat in their cat tower.
I tried not to laugh at her tight face. Her head slowly turned in my direction. “Why are you asking me what the hell I’m doing? Ask those lil heifers over there. You don’t see them looking at me like they want to steal my essence? It’s never Elvira, Pyra, what are y’all doing to Wynsdae?”
I chortled as I moved around my room to get what I needed to get dressed. My sister was already dressed. “Girl, they are minding their cat business. You should do the same.” I shrugged, then mumbled, “They probably smell Caspian on you.”
“So, now I smell like a dog? I know you’re fuckin’ lying.” The way her head bucked back made me laugh harder than I had before. Caspian was her big ass Cane Corso. All of the yards in the neighborhood were huge to say this was a townhouse community, and they were fenced in. That gave Caspian the space that he needed to do his big dog stuff.
“Sis, I’m not saying you smell like a dog, but you know animals’ noses are sensitive. What we can’t smell, sometimes they can.” That was true.
She climbed off my bed and pulled her dress down. Her ass was plentiful in the dress. “Girl, my baby doesn’t have a smell unless you count freshness. He gets groomed way too much for that.” That wasn’t a lie. Caspian wore shoes outside on asphalt because she didn’t want his feet to overheat or be too cold.
I had to walk by her to get to my outfit, so it gave me the opportunity to smack her ass. “Girl, Daddy gonna fuss at you when he sees how short this dress is. He might even make you change.”
She laughed, walked over to my chaise, then picked something up. “Why do you think I have these leggings? I’m already knowing.” She pulled the leggings on before she fixed the dress in a manner to look like a fitted shirt. “Voila.”
Our father used to be a minister at the COGIC church that we grew up in, and my mother was the choir director. What did that mean? We were in church all of the time and in the choir. My sister and I were in the youth and adult choir as well as the praise and worship team. Neither of us minded because we loved music and loved to sing.
When we were sixteen, my parents left the church. An incident happened with the youth pastor being accused of molesting a girl. When evidence came out that it was true, instead of reporting him to the police, the church covered it up. My father refused to be a part of anything like that, so we left the church. He did end up reporting the pastor who eventually went to jail. My parents didn’t attend church, but they still had a relationship with God. They both just cussed a little bit.
“Why don’t you just wear it like that? That’s cute.” I pulled my jeans over my ass. My body turned toward the mirror sothat I could make sure my seamless panties were truly seamless. These jeans were not forgiving. “I like the outfit like that.”
My sister glared at me for a beat. “Because I’m trying to get some peen. How about you?”
I wished I was surprised. When my sister was single or didn’t have an exclusive slide, she did single people’s shit. Right now, she was single, single since her exclusive slide moved to Texas. I wasn’t sure if she was on the prowl for a man or a slide.
“I’m just going to have a good time,” I said. I pulled the crop top over my head. My shoulders lifted to my ears once the shirt was on. “But hey, if something pops off, then I’m not against letting it pop depending on the popper.”
Yeah, I was with the single shits when it was called for. It had been a good minute since I’d had sex. The last guy that I dealt with thought because I was a plus size woman that I would allow him to treat me any kind of way. That was the stupidest falsehood that he could have operated within. My sister and I were plus size baddies. We never had a problem pulling men or women for that matter.
“Yes, Sis! We’re about to go in there and tear it the hell up!” Wynsdae was hype that I was finally dressed. The outfit she picked for me was everything. I always told her that she could be a stylist.
I did my model walk in the booties that complemented the outfit perfectly. “You know God made something special when He made us.”He certainly did!
"You think you’re slick. Like I don’t know that you’re going to take those pants off as soon as you get to where you’re going, little girl.” Our father’s nose was turned up from where he sat at the dinner table. “Y’all act like I wasn’t there for your teenage years. I know that trick all too well.”
Wynsdae looked like she wanted to hide under the table. I tittered but quickly gathered myself when Samuel Christopher Jacobs attention fell on me. “Oh, don’t laugh like those jeans are any better.”
“Sam, leave those grown women alone.” Our mother came to our defense. “We are supposed to be talking about their interview, not what they have on.”
There was only one person on the face of the earth that could make my father stay in line. When De’Cymber Muntlee Jacobs spoke, whatever she said was law. My father picked his fork and knife up to cut a piece of the steak on his plate. He placed it in his mouth with his eyes on my mother. He gave her this look, and her ass blushed.Ew!
“I am so proud of you girls,” my father said with his handsome smile.
We all laughed when he told us that he made all of his poker buddies and their wives watch it. This man said that he had them all on a video chat to make sure that they did. “Daddy, you can’t bully people into watching our interview,” Wynsdae said between her giggles.
“The hell I can’t! When it’s game night over here, my baby comes with the grown man menu not that baby shower food that their wives try to stuff down our throats. Damn meatballs when ’Cymber over here making grilled steak and chicken kabobs, potato salad, greens, and all kinds of other shit. Her menu changes every time they come over here,” my father fussed. “They better had watched that damn interview, or they were going to be eating Beanie Weenies next time.”
My mother was almost on the floor because she knew like we all did that he was dead ass serious. Samuel stood on business except when it came to my mama and sometimes me and my sister. “Well, thank you, Daddy. I was so worried about the interview,” I admitted. “I wanted everything to be perfect, you know?”
