Between Sisters (10 page)

With Eric, things would never be that simple. He would never be classified as boring. He stood me up, bending me all the way over the chair, with my ass facing upwards and my legs pointing downwards. He parted my ass cheeks and rubbed in between my legs before moving my wet thong to bury his face in. His tongue stroked my clit, slid deep inside of my pussy, and then into my asshole. When the chair became unstable to hold me, he lifted my body, moved me to his bench-styled table, and laid me on my back before going back down to finish his exploration.

After he sucked me dry, and multiple orgasms later, he took me back to my spectator’s chair so he could continue his erotic dance to Joe’s “All The Things (Your Man Won’t Do).” This time, he finally let go of his girded cloth and let me touch his body. As always, I became amazed watching his twelve inches of dick grow another two inches while taking it into my mouth. This night, that chair got the workout of a lifetime. Eric fucked me in about five positions just using that one chair, including upside down. He doesn’t know the meaning of a quickie. For him, the five positions on the chair were considered his foreplay. Me, personally, I was good. I could have smoked a cigarette at that point (although I don’t smoke), but since a good dick is so hard to find, I indulged Eric in every way to maximize the experience.

He stood me up and we danced together slowly, not leaving any gaps between our sweaty bodies. He winded his hips down until his tongue once again found my clit. He teased and tickled until my knees buckled, causing my body to slump forward. He wouldn’t let me fall as his tongue worked its way back up my body, creating circles on my nipples and then nuzzling my neck.

Then he coaxed my body to return the favor. I let my tongue slide down his chest, tasting a mixture of strawberry-flavored oil and our combined salty sweat. When I was down and positioned, I buried my face to give him what he loved the most: sucking his balls. I licked, teased, sucked, and had him pulling my hair trying to stop me, but I wouldn’t let up. I let my fingers trace his asshole before bringing them back to grip his massive dick that was doing its own dance. When Eric could stand no more, his strong hands pulled me up, and he kissed me as if his lungs were depending on the air from my lungs.

He picked me up and carried me to his sofa where he ate my pussy some more. He’d stop on occasion to ask me in his sensuously, deep voice, “You want me to stop? You had enough? You know I’m not going to stop until you tell me to.”

I was in too much ecstasy to speak coherently, but he got his answer when my thighs tried to squeeze the brain out of his head. He pulled my legs apart and would not stop, but went in deeper.

When my body tried to run, he kept his grip on my legs, laughing and saying, “Where you think you’re going? You didn’t tell me you had enough.”

I could only scream as his long, thick tongue went back deep into my pussy in search of my G-spot, and I grinded my pelvis against his face to assist him with his exploration and my explosion.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and tonight, this had to be ours. After our wild sex session, I tried to gather my nerves to have the inevitable talk, as we lay in his large bed cuddled the way I should have been with my own husband.

“
Hey, baby, what’s on your mind? You seem like something is bothering you,” Eric asked, sensing something was wrong.

“
Eric, I don’t know any easy way to say this,” I responded.

He looked genuinely concerned. “Just say what’s on your mind.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m going to have to make this our last night together. Not because of anything you have done. You have been absolutely wonderful.”

“
So what’s the problem then?” he asked.

“
I recently learned that you were involved with my sister, and I have been trying to block it out, but am not able to,” I answered.

He looked down, then back into my eyes. “Shawnee, I have fallen in love with you. I have no intentions of being with Elaine anymore. I planned on telling her the next time she tried to call me.”

I almost choked and fell off of the bed while backing away from him
. Did he just say Elaine? This man just said Elaine! Not Sandy, but Elaine.

“
Elaine!” I screamed. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been fucking Elaine?”

“
Didn’t you just say your sister?” he asked. He looked confused, as though his sleeping with Elaine and me were okay.

“
Eric, I was referring to Sandy. Sandy is my sister, and so is Elaine, who I knew nothing about!” I yelled as I got up from the bed and searched for something to cover my nudity. “And then to make matters worse, you knew about Elaine being my sister and didn’t give a damn. Oh, and wait! Did I just hear you tell me you love me?”

“
Baby, calm down,” he pled, also getting up from the bed.

“
Don’t tell me to calm down, you pig,” I retorted.

“
Look, Shawnee, when we started this, you knew what I was about. Over the months, we’ve spent a lot of time together and gotten close. I’ve been with you more than I have ever been with one woman since I started dancing. You accepted me with all my dirt and never passed judgment. When I started with Elaine, I didn’t set out to be with your sister. I noticed a similarity in appearance and asked her if I already knew her. She said no. Eventually, I picked up on where I knew her from. She looks like you. I debated on how to handle the situation. I didn’t want to tell her about you because I wasn’t sure what kind of mess that was going to cause you,” he explained. “I never linked you to Sandy at all, though.”

“
So you had to keep fucking her to keep the peace between us?” I asked, searching around his loft for my scattered clothes that were in multiple places.

“
I told you, I already decided to cut her off if she calls again. Shawnee, I love you. You’re the only woman I want to be with,” he said as sincerely as he could. “I know you’re a few years older than I am, but that doesn’t even matter because we mesh. We work well together.”

“
Eric, I can’t keep seeing you. This is the end of the road for us. I can’t do this anymore,” I told him.

“
Shawnee, please don’t do this to us,” he pleaded, taking the clothes from my hands. “I’m not going to just let you walk out on us. I love you, Shawnee. Please hear what I’m saying.”

“
Just like I knew what you were when we started, you knew I was a married woman,” I spat, snatching my clothes back from him.

He laughed. “You were an unhappily married woman. The only reason you’re happy now is because of what we share. I know that man doesn’t love you like I can. Shawnee, I know you have to feel something for me. I know what we have is real.”

“
Stop it, Eric! What do you expect, for me to leave my husband? Do you suppose I keep being adulterous forever?” I asked as my disloyal nipples stood up once again, begging me not to leave. I tried hard not to look at his non-erect dick that dangled at least eleven inches.

“
Baby, I don’t know what I expect. I just know where I am right now.” He walked to me, took my clothes yet again, dropped them to the floor, and touched my nipples with the back of his index fingers. He wrapped his large arms around me tightly before kissing me tenderly.

Somehow, we made love at that moment. It never quite felt like that before, but it was wonderful.

This will be the last time.

8

Elaine

“
Hey, baby. Did I catch you at a bad time?” I asked when Mandingo answered the phone.
Time for my weekly fix.

“
Ummm, well, not really,” he responded dryly when catching on to my voice.

“
Will you be available later tonight?” I asked.

He answered my question with his own. “I have to ask you a question. Is that alright?”

I didn’t hear any usual seduction in his voice, and he evaded my question. Not good.

“
What’s up?” I asked hesitantly. “You don’t sound too happy to hear from me.”

“
When were you planning on letting me know you’re Sandy’s sister? You seemed to leave that bit of info out when I first asked where I knew you from,” he responded, annoyed.

“
Mandingo, this is just a sex thing. I didn’t feel it was necessary to disclose that,” I replied.

“
So do you make it a habit of going around doing your sister’s men?” he asked.

Now I was getting annoyed.
How is this whoring motherfucker questioning what I do?

“
You know, I really resent your accusation.”

“
Ever since Sandy left here a couple of months ago, I have been trying to put it together…” he started before I cut him off.

“
Let me get this right. You slept with Sandy a couple of months ago?” I asked as if I didn’t already know, then added, “Well, actually, it was over three months ago when she was in town.”

“
Me and Sandy will always have a connection. Just because she married a knucklehead doesn’t mean a thing,” he responded.

All I could say was, “Alrighty! You and Sandy?”

He answered, “You say that like you didn’t know, when actually you knew the whole time.”

“
Hell, nigga, I was trying to do your sorry ass a favor. Shit, I thought you and Sandy were done years ago. I didn’t know you currently had something going on with my sister,” I told him. “Funny, your ass kept coming back for more of this knowing your self-righteous ass was still fucking her.”

“
Doing me a favor?” he rudely laughed. “Well, since I’m not done with your sister, I won’t be getting with you anymore. Hopefully, I’ll be able to survive without ‘your favor.’ So, this will most certainly be our last conversation.”

“
Wait! Wait a minute, Eric. This is getting way out of hand.”

“
You’re the one talking about doing my sorry, self-righteous ass a favor,” he chuckled.

“
I know. I’m sorry. I take it back. We don’t have to go out like this.” My throbbing pussy started trying to reason. “Eric, who’s going to know? It’s not like anyone’s going to find out. Sandy is way in Denver with her husband. I know you’ve been thoroughly enjoying this pussy and ass, not to mention the way I suck that big dick until you cum. It doesn’t have to end here, you know?” I put it out there, hating to give up his lovely dick at the risk of playing myself.

He was silent for a moment, as though he was giving my proposition some thought.

“
Elaine, you might be okay with it, but I certainly am not. So, give it up. We’re done!” he sharply stated.

See, this is why you have to treat niggers like a trick. I get paid for my pussy, and the dumb ass that I gave some to for free wants to act like an ass.

“
You know what? No problem, Mandingo. You won’t hear from me anymore,” I said, then hung up my phone.

I don’t know what to say about this. Shit! Shit! Shit! Now I have to be nice to Russell’s ass again. Hell, five tricks combined can’t equal one Mandingo. Damn Sandy! Sneaking her ass over here to fuck Mandingo instead of the jackass she married. I guess that’s why Lewis had plenty of time to impregnate Charise.

Who can I tell this shit to? Where is Harmony when you need her? No, I can’t have Harmony in my business. Renee? No, she already tries to get all the dirt on my sisters and has no problem talking shit to them with whatever she knows. Besides, I don’t want her to know I’ve been blowing Russell off for Mandingo. Never let a bitch have too much ammunition on you. Kelly! I can call Kelly. She already knows I slept with Mandingo.

9

Sandy

“
Sandy, where you at? What’s taking you so long? Come on in here before this water gets cold. Hell, you say I never do anything romantic, and now you got me waiting in this damn tub shriveling up like a raisin. Prune. I meant to say prune. Big Daddy’s too big to shrivel up to a raisin. Bring that big ass on in here and warm Daddy up now.”

What am I going to do? I am starting to show, and I can’t continue to hide my pregnancy from Lewis. How do I tell him I’m pregnant but don’t know if he’s the father? I’m fourteen weeks pregnant. That is right about the time I slept with Eric. What was I thinking not taking some precaution? Hell, I’ve always been careful not to get pregnant by Lewis, but lost my damn mind when it came to Eric.

Lewis is going to be pissed off. Then again, I know that bastard slept with Charise. He thinks I’m so stupid. They both do. I called her job that day, and she missed work for the first time ever. I couldn’t reach him or her by cell phone that whole day. Ironically, both of them didn’t bother returning my call until eight o’clock that night. They called about five minutes apart and made up some bullshit story when I questioned what they did with their day. Charise told me she had company, but when I asked for details about the guy, she developed a stuttering condition along with being hard of hearing. Lewis can lie well, but he also did the stuttering thing.

My dumb ass was feeling fair is fair, and ran to the comforts of my reliable old flame, Eric. I didn’t even see Lewis the whole time we were in D.C. I also noticed that every time I tried reaching Charise unsuccessfully, I was unsuccessful in reaching Lewis. Foolishly, I asked Lewis if he cheated on me while we were in D.C., and of course, he denied it. He claims he spent all of his time with his children.