by Natavia
Tataliscious leaves then Rico shakes his head. “He is not that bad!” I say because he doesn’t like Tata. Not because he is gay but he feels like Tataliscious is always in our business.
“He’s funny as fuck though! That nigga just doesn’t give a fuck! You know he tripped your stepmother up right? She was walking out of the room then he takes his foot and pushes his purse in front of her. Yo, that shit was funny! She all chubby and short so she could barely get up. Your pops and your sister tried helping her up and they both fell,” he says laughing. That was just evil.
“Why didn’t you help them up?” I ask.
“That shit was too funny! They were squeaking!” he says falling over.
“I had to take Zy to the doctor again to see if he is normal length for his age. I’m not going to lie shorty, when I saw your pops it scared me,” he says.
“You should’ve thought about my parents when you got me pregnant on purpose!” I tell him.
“I didn’t knock you up on purpose! I was just in a zone when we were fucking. I couldn’t pull out,” he says.
My doorbell rings again and I’m getting pissed off because I just want to relax with my family. Rico gets up and gets it and Cyrus walks through the door. My dad was cheating on my mama and that’s how I have a sister the same age as me. My father left my mother for his side chick! Cyrus is taller than my pops and her mama but she still is shorter than me. I don’t like her. I don’t even know why she is here. I can’t stand her mama neither!
“What you want?” I ask her.
“I came to see how you are feeling. I don’t understand why do not like me. I have never done shit to you! I can’t help that our father chose my mother! This does not have anything to do with you or me,” she says struggling, getting onto the couch. Rico tries to help her.
“Your hand better not slip and touch her ass neither,” I tell him.
Rico picks Zy up then walks out the living room. “Handicapped ass family!” he mumbles walking out.
“You have a lovely family.” she says.
“Cut the small talk, Cyrus, and what you want?” I ask her.
“I want us to be close! Your ending up in the hospital is a wake-up call. Life is too short,” she says.
“Girl, do you ever give up? I have gotten my number changed four times and you still manage to bug the hell out of me!” I tell her.
Rico walks into the living room. “Cut that shit out Raja! Shorty came all the way across town! She drove here and she’s driving a Lincoln Town Car. That’s a big ass whip to be traveling a few hours away,” he says.
“That’s not my fault. She should’ve gotten a Smart car like I had!” I tell him.
The doorbell rings again and now I’m really pissed off.
“What the fuck! Rico, please tell whoever it is go the fuck home! Damn! I can’t even think,” I say. I hear Tarae’s mouth. What the hell he doing here? He was just with Lace.
“Run, Cyrus! Run!” I tell her. Tarae will clown my ass. I’m so happy he didn’t show up at the hospital. I swear I don’t want him seeing Cyrus. Cyrus just sits there then Tarae walks into the living room.
“How did y’all get the clown from the SAW movie?” he asks.
“What clown?” Rico asks.
“The little ass clown that rides on that bicycle! Nigga, you know what movie I’m talking about!” he says.
“That’s my sister Cyrus!” I tell him and he laughs.
Cyrus looks at Tarae blushing hard as hell. Her light cheeks turn red then she starts giggling.
“Raja, where is Lace’s purse at?” Tarae asks me.
I look around and Lace purse is by the TV. Just like Lace to always leave her purse.
“By the TV, now can you leave?” I ask.
“Nope, Lace taking a nap so I have nowhere to be,” he says smiling then sits on the couch where Cyrus is sitting. He looks at her then looks at her small feet swinging back and forth.
“I’m a huge fan of yours! I come to all of your games,” she says flirting.
“That’s what’s up! I appreciate that,” he says.
“You are soooo freaking hot! All of my friends argue over you,” she says as Rico sits down and rolls up a blunt.
“Where is Zy?” I ask him.
“Upstairs taking a nap. Cyrus you want to hit this?” Rico asked her.
“Hell no! She can’t smoke nigga! Fuck you trying to do? Blow up her lungs?” Tarae ask him.
“She’s grown!” Rico says.
“Her body ain’t! I walked in here and saw a little white girl sitting on the couch. I’m saying to myself, I know Samari’s grown ass still doesn’t play with baby dolls,” Tarae says. Samari all of a sudden skips into the living room.
“Awww, I always wanted a life-size toddler baby doll! Rico, you bought this for me?” she says walking to Cyrus, trying to pick up her up.
“Put me down!” Cyrus says rolling onto the floor from off the couch.
“It’s real!” she says then Cyrus laughs. Maybe it is time for me to let all the feelings I been harboring inside of me go. I’m even lucky to be around because I already suffered from a concussion when I was ten when I fell down the steps. Fashion could’ve killed me with those crucial blows she gave me with that heavy ass can.
“Are you staying for dinner or not?” I ask her and she smiles.
“Can I put her in the high chair and feed her?” Samari says.
“Get your little fast ass on Samari! Hell no you not feeding a baby! Get those baby blues out of your head! You getting a little too excited!” Rico says.
“But Riccooooo, you never let me play with baby dolls!” she says poking her lip out.
“I don’t like baby dolls! I don’t want to catch you playing with one neither! All that shit is for practicing to become a mother! What the hell you practicing for Samari?” he asks her.
“Maybe if you let her play with toys she wouldn’t be so grown!” Tarae says and Samari rolls her eyes at him.
“Shut up! Who asked you? Your daddy plays with baby dolls!” she says to Tarae then I laugh.
“WHAT?” he says. Samari does have a smart mouth but she gets it from Janice. I love her little behind though.
“Where did you get that from?” I ask Samari.
“Aunt Janice calls Uncle Rick all the time calling him sissies and she also tells him he wears dresses. She also said that Uncle Rick has a man,” she says and you can see the hurt spread across Tarae’s face. I feel sorry for him. I can understand how it must feel to find out that your daddy likes men and is marrying one on top of that. Janice is a bitch for even discussing that around Samari. I wish her big ass just disappears somewhere! That bitch is evil.
“Watch your damn mouth Samari! Don’t listen to shit Janice says. You also don’t repeat it either! Take your ass upstairs until Raja finishes cooking dinner. You better not slam the door neither and wake Zy up,” Rico says.
“You want me to help you cook?” Cyrus says.
“I hope you can burn girl! I’m not in the mood to be showing you everything!” I tell her.
Tarae gets up. “Where are you going? You don’t want a plate?” I ask feeling sorry for him.
“No, I’m good! Thanks though! I get up with y’all later!” he says grabbing Lace’s bag then walking out of the door.
I take a pain pill then walks into the kitchen. I get some onions, green peppers, and red peppers then starts cutting them for our steaks. She pushes a chair up then gets on top helping me. I can’t even lie though, she is too adorable.
Now all of this is out the way I have to find a way to tell Rico I’m pregnant again. I cannot believe that I am! I did stop taking my pills the week we were actually split up. It’s been so much shit going on with Fashion that I don’t know how he would feel when I tell him. We’re just going to have to put buying a house in a few years, on hold. We’re going to need to use the money we been putting up in the safe for that.
Tarae
I pull up to my pop’s c
rib and sit in the car for a while. He and I need to talk and I’ve been procrastinating. I hate this shit he’s doing but there is nothing I can really do about it. I walk up the driveway and there are pink flowers everywhere. I shakes my head at the “Queen’s Castle” written across the door in gold glitter. I cannot believe he let this nigga just move in and run shit.
I ring the doorbell and my pops answers it. My pops looks young. He looks like he is thirty but he is forty-two. The nigga still jogs every morning and works out. Before he won all this money he was a weight-trainer. I should’ve known then he didn’t give a fuck about my mother. My mother has to be about three-hundred pounds, maybe more now since she eats more when she gets depressed. I look in a man face that I look so much alike, and the shit angers me.
“What’s up son? What you doing here? You not coming over here to fuck with my woman are you?” he asks and I shake my head.
“I want to talk to you,” I say and he lets me in. Gary is in the living room kicking his feet while dancing and rolling around on the floor, as some fast ass music plays.
“What the fuck is that nigga doing?” I ask him.
“He is practicing his voguing for the annual drag show that’s coming up,” he says.
“Say no more,” I tell him walking into the den, sitting down.
“How old is that nigga? Don’t you think he is a little too young for you? All that jumping around and crazy shit he be on! The nigga act like a fucking crackhead the way he doesn’t keep still!” I tell him and he laughs.
“He is twenty-five and that’s what keeps me alive and gives me that spark,” he says.
“Okay enough of that. I just wanted to apologize for putting my hands on you and the messed up shit I said to you. You practically raised me all by yourself. I don’t like what you’re doing but I’m happy that you are happy! I just ask for one thing from you and I hope you can respect it,” I tell him.
“What’s that?” he asks.
“Don’t bring that nigga to any of my games, that’s all I want!” I tell him.
“I can work with that,” he says smiling. I give him a hug and he hugs me tighter. “I love you, son,” he says.
“I love you too pops!” I tell him, then the nigga comes into the den. “Can I have a hug too?” he asks me.
“Nigga, I will knock your ass out into some pussy! Say some shit like that to me again!” I tell him then he jumps.
“Ricky boo, get your son! That motherfucker is crazy!” Gary says and my pops laughs.
“Since all three of us are in here, it’s time for us to discuss your little sister,” he says.
“What little sister?” I ask confused.
“Tataliscious and I are adopting a little girl!” he says. I start sweating.
“Hold the hell up now. What the fuck you mean you adopting?” I ask taking a seat on the couch. I thought maybe this was a phase they were going through. I was thinking that my pops get tired of Gary’s ass but now this is some serious shit. Gary kisses his cheek. “Please don’t do that shit around me!” I say getting sick. My pops standing up there looking like an O.G letting some nigga in a dress kiss him.
“This would be great for us! All I’m asking is if you can take it one step at a time. This is the life I’m living,” he says as I shake my head.
“Ok pops! Damn, man! Just don’t adopt a little boy! No nigga in a fucking dress with fake titties should be raising a boy. That little nigga would be walking around here switching dressed like Prince!” I say standing up. I get a picture message from Lace. I check it and I almost dropped my phone. Lace is lying on the floor by her fireplace naked, dripping honey on her dark nipples. When I talked to her earlier she was drinking Cîroc. Damn, I love when her ass gets drunk.
“I’m out pops! I’m about to slid in some fat wet pussy! Y’all niggas missing out,” I say and my pops laughs.
He walks me to the door. “Be, easy pops! I’m going to hit you up tomorrow morning so we can go running. We are in training for the season so I’m trying get back in shape!” I tell him.
“Okay, cool,” he replies.
“Stop buying that nigga all these cars and shit,” I say.
“When you going to let me meet that little bad ass girl you had with you?” he says.
“Lace?” I asked.
“Yeah her! She got a phat ass too,” he says.
“Nigga, you don’t know nothing about that!” I say. This nigga a freaky ass nigga!
“I still look at women’s ass,” he laughs.
“Well, don’t be looking at mines because I damn sure don’t want to look at your nigga’s ass! That shit not fair to me!” He falls out laughing. I give him dap. “I see ya lata, pops! Luv ya!” I say walking down the drive-way.
I get to Lace crib and the door is unlocked. She’s laying on her side ass naked, on stop of some blankets in front the fire place.
“What were you doing? You weren’t screwing around were you?” she asks standing up.
“Naw, I was hollering at my pops. Why did you wipe the honey off?” I ask.
“It felt icky on me,” she says taking my shirt off.
“Can you make love to me? I don’t want to fuck like we normally do! I want you to make slow passionate love to me,” she says unbuckling my belt then my jeans. I kick my shoes off then step out my jeans. She slides my boxer briefs down. She takes my hands, putting them on her breasts.
“Squeeze them but not too rough! Just gently,” she says while I slowly massage her breasts. She moans then I take one in my mouth still massaging the other. She grabs my dreads throwing her head back. I kiss her neck then lick down to her collar bone. She kisses my chest as I tower over her. She takes her soft hands rubbing it down my stomach then she grips my dick. I pull her by the waist then grip her thick, juicy ass cheeks. I kiss her as she sucks on my tongue. We stand up feeling on each other. She pulls me down onto the floor then she kisses my chest with her dreads tickling me. I grip them as she goes lower.
She pours honey on my dick then sucks the tip.
“OH SHIT!” I say as she slides further down onto it, making it disappear. Now all I hear in my head is Plies’ voice saying “She deserves a bonussssssssss!”
She licks the honey up, kissing the tip of my head. She cups my balls as she slowly bobs up and down then pauses to make love to it with her tongue. I wrap her dreads around my hand pulling it tighter.
“I’m about to nut Lace! Get up!” I tell her. She gets a wet rag then wipes my wood off.
“Lay down Lace!” I tell her.
“On your stomach, shorty.” She lays down on her stomach. Her ass looks like two mountains. She has a few stretch marks on her ass cheeks and her hips. I’m a weird as nigga because I love that shit.
I kiss her shoulder then work my way down to her ass cheeks, kissing each one as she giggles. I slip a finger into her and she gasps. I slowly move it in and out of her as she moans. I inserted two, feeling for that spot that opens her flood gates.
Her pussy walls contract tightly around my fingers and I know she is about to release. She arches her ass higher now in the doggy-style position.
“Ummmmm Tarae!” she says gripping the sheets. I grab the honey and pour some between her ass cheeks and watch as it drips. My mouth waters; I have to taste it. I spread her ass cheeks apart wider, eating the honey out her ass and some from her pussy when it drips. She moans loudly and her body trembles.
“I’mmmmm cummmiinngggggggg babbbyyyyyy!” she says trembling and shaking. Lace is about to turn a nigga out because this is some exotic shit! I grab another towel wiping my face off. She turns on her back. She hands me a condom and I put it on.
I climb on top positioning myself between her legs, and slowly push into her as her walls sucks me in tightly, taking all of me. I grunt because I almost busted early. She wraps her legs around my waist. I grip her hair and she kisses me as I slowly thrust and grind into her. She digs her nails into my back then moans louder. I can feel her juices gushing out; sh
e has another orgasm.
I go in deeper and my breathing speeds up; my dick is harder and my nuts tighten up.
“Fuck! Shit!” I grunt, giving her powerful thrust as I fill the condom up. I collapse on top of her while she hugs me, kissing my face.
“That was beautiful Tarae! Nobody has ever made my body feel like that before!” she says hugging me closer to her breasts.
“You so damn mushy, you know that?” I ask looking into her eyes.
“You like it, I know you do,” she says smiling.
I’m falling in love with Lace and the shit is happening so quick my head is spinning. A nigga not even mad though!
Rico