by Noire
Dane laughed. “Everybody out here ain’t rich, so don’t get us twisted, Mink. Besides, my mother and father are both from the hood. We livin’ pretty large with the servants and the cars, but look around, baby. This is the fam. My father grew up poor as shit in Houston, and when we were little me and Barron spent every summer right there in his old house with his aunt. We fought, stole, and played basketball and football with bad-ass kids who went to bed hungry every night. Pops made us bang up with real people who had real lives, because he wasn’t gonna have his sons growing up soft.”
I nodded. “So is this all of the family?”
“Uh-uh.” Dane shook his head. “Hell no. There are a whole lot more of us than this, mostly cousins. My moms has a sister who we haven’t seen in years, and Pops has a younger brother that he’s real close to. Uncle Suge.” Dane laughed and took a swig from his Corona. “Now that nigga there is a straight-up playa. He throws that gangsta love down real hard. You’ll see what I mean when you meet him.”
Me and Bunni chilled and drank with Dane and his cousins for a little while longer, then we jetted upstairs to change into the cute little bathing suits we had brought with us so we could really show our shit.
Walking back into our rooms was crazy exciting. The servants had unpacked our bags and turned down the bedspreads and put two mints on our pillows. The fruit and doughnut tray they had brought up earlier was gone, but there was an ice bucket with bottled water and a tray of crackers, chips, and pretzels sitting out.
I was hyped beyond belief, and it was hard for me to take in how fly everything was. My suite had a window that overlooked the back of the house, and I could see the swimming pool, the big, colorful garden, and the stone walkway that led down to a huge Jacuzzi that was surrounded by a tall row of privacy bushes.
I stood in the window and watched Pilar work her gushy all up on Barron over by the Jacuzzi. Their asses musta thought nobody was gonna peep their game behind all them damn bushes, but I could see them just fine from the second floor.
I couldn’t believe everybody was sleepin’ on their shit. Cousins my ass. Them two was fucking. I also couldn’t believe how Barron’s clueless girlfriend was sitting all off to the side talking to Ray while Pilar had her tongue wrapped around her man’s ear. Carla musta heard me thinking, because I saw her look around, then get up and walk down the path toward the Jacuzzi.
She rounded all those bushes and took them by surprise. As soon as Barron saw her he jumped his ass straight into that bubbly water, and I was just about to call Bunni to come look at what shoulda been a good fight getting started when I heard a crash and the sound of glass breaking coming from her suite.
“Bunni! What the hell was that?”
“A freakin’ soap dish!” she hollered. “Do you know they bought all this fancy shit way from Japan?”
“Stop touchin’ stuff!” I told her. “You ain’t gotta pick up every damn thing you see!”
“I know you ain’t getting your ass up on your shoulders.” Bunni walked into my room wearing a tiny yellow bikini with no straps on the top. Her hips were brown and curvy and her stomach was flat as hell. “I was just looking at the shit. It ain’t like a soap dish is gonna break they damn bank!”
I was hot. Bunni was my girl, but she couldn’t stay on track for shit.
“Look, try to act right when we go back out there, okay? I already told you these people are different and this ain’t Harlem. And no, they ain’t got no quarter-waters or no damn suey sauce neither! If we’re gonna get that bank then we gotta play the role, so act right!”
Her hand flew to her hip. “Act right? I already told you I don’t give a damn what these people think about me! Shit, I’m Bunni Baines ere’day, baby, and I ain’t tryna be nobody else! Plus, they already know you from the projects, Mink. You ain’t gotta put on no front and act like you come from money, because everybody can already tell that your ass don’t!”
That shit hurt. I had gotten in the mirror and practiced talking proper for three whole days before we came down here! I had a very important role to play right now! If Bunni wanted that reward money, and if I was gonna get a shot at that hundred grand, then I needed to at least impress Selah Dominion and make myself acceptable enough to be her daughter.
“Cool, Bunni,” I said quietly. “Just don’t forget why we down here, okay? If they smell game on us then this whole shit is gonna be over.”
CHAPTER 17
“That chick Mink is a damn liar,” Pilar told her cousin Barron as they left Carla and Ray chatting and slipped away toward the outdoor Jacuzzi. “A goddamn liar.”
“Oh, I’m on her,” Barron said and slid his hand around her tight waist as they walked down the stone pathway. “She’s not fooling anybody.”
Pilar pouted. “And what’s up with that ugly white wig? That must be a New York thing.” Pilar was hatin’, but deep inside she had already admitted that Mink’s shit was cold. Ghetto and funky, but still ice-cold.
“Those bitches from up north are so damn trifling. I just can’t believe she brought her gold-digging ass down here dressed like some half-baked video hoe.”
Barron nodded. He couldn’t believe some of the stuff he had seen today either. Like how tiny Mink’s waistline looked compared to her wide hips, and those big titties and that sexy explosion of plump, graphically-shaped ass she had on her.
“Yeah, she’s trash,” he said, “but it’s crazy how much she looks like Sable. Even after all these years I can still remember those pretty eyes.”
“Yeah, from the picture they do favor a little bit,” Pilar admitted, “but the more I think about it the less sense it makes. Some little ghetto hustler drops out of the sky right before Sable’s twenty-first birthday, and just in time to pick up her inheritance check? So where the hell was she all these years when your mother was looking for her? And what took her so long to show up?”
“She’s fake,” Barron said. “She slipped through the cracks, but she’s fake.”
“I just don’t buy that shit,” Pilar said, keeping her little rant going. “It’s all about the dollars with her, Bump. This girl is on some shit and she’s looking for a payout. The only thing she has going for her is that she happens to look a little bit like Sable, and she’s a natural-born liar.”
“Oh, I’m on her ass.” Barron nodded as they stopped beside the enormous twenty-person Jacuzzi and sat down on a lounge bench. Pilar reached into a covered basket and sorted through the bottles until she found the one she wanted. She handed it to Barron, and his hands felt real good as he rubbed sunblock all over her back and down her hips and thighs.
Barron massaged the lotion into Pilar’s toned, golden flesh as he thought about Mink. Her posing ass couldn’t have shown up at a worse time. With his mother starting to drink again, his father in the hospital, and the board of directors readying for a vote, shit was shaky all around.
“So what happens if she does end up being your sister and your father dies?” Pilar asked. “Does that mean she gets to collect three hundred thousand a year too?”
Fuck yeah, Barron thought. If Viceroy died or his doctors declared him permanently incapacitated, then the terms of the trust fund would kick in and the door to the Dominion safe would pop right open.
“Yeah. She would get it. But remember, she’s gotta pass a DNA test first, and that shit just ain’t gonna happen.”
“But,” Pilar insisted as a jealous heat washed over her, “if it did happen, then Mink would automatically be on the board at Dominion Oil. That bitch would get a shareholder’s vote!”
Barron couldn’t even think about that. If his father died, then control of Dominion Oil would be in his hands. But that kind of power was only on paper because real control was in the board’s vote, and without those extra ballots, the stockholders could vote him out and take everything his father had worked his ass off to build.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he admitted coldly. Mink was gonna have to get gone. The last thing he needed right
now was her fake-ass throwing chaos in the mix. Barron was faced with a damned if he did, damned if he didn’t type of situation. And no matter how it played out there was a double-edged sword stuck up his ass and the cut was gonna run real deep.
“I don’t like Mink,” Pillar said, and twisted around quickly. She caught Barron off guard as she pressed her lips to his and darted her hot tongue into his mouth.
“Yo, c’mon, now, Pilar.” Barron pulled away slightly. “What I tell you about all that?”
Pilar laughed, then slipped her hand up the leg of his swimming trunks and squeezed the head of his dick. Barron scooted backward on the lounge bench and almost tipped them both over on the ground.
“Girl, cut that shit out!” he said as she grinned and reached for his meat again. This time she didn’t have to reach far because his erection was rock hard, and the swollen cap at the head was pointing down toward his knees.
“You know you like it,” Pilar teased as Barron jumped up from the chair. His wood was pumping with blood as he walked around in a circle and tried to shake it off.
Pilar laughed again. “You okay? You want me to kiss it and make it feel better?”
“Kiss what and make it better?”
Both of their heads swung around when they heard Carla’s voice, and the moment Barron locked eyes with his fiancée, he whirled around and jumped into the monster-sized Jacuzzi and hid his hard dick.
“You know, Ray is sitting by the pool all by himself,” Carla told Pilar coldly, and she didn’t sound anything like her usual goody-goody white girl self. “How about you go up there kiss something on your own man and make it feel better.”
CHAPTER 18
The Fourth of July barbeque had been a banga even though the two grimy New Yorkers had tried to crash their shit. Barron couldn’t help noticing how fast Mink and Bunni had clicked up with his father’s family from Houston. They were drinking and laughing like old project friends, and as the night wore on the females got tipsy and started line dancing and shaking their asses to the beat. Mink had been right up front leading the charge, and the way she moved that racked-up body it was obvious that she was a professional.
Barron had hung out with his cousins and put back a few too many drinks himself, and when the clean-up crew pulled out of the driveway, he grabbed Carla’s hand and they went upstairs toward his large, private suite.
Carla had just ran back downstairs to get her cell phone charger from the kitchen, and Barron was in his custom-designed bathroom taking a shower when he heard the door creak open.
“Carla?”
“Hell no. Forget Carla’s ass!”
Barron rubbed his fist across the steamed glass and saw his cousin Pilar standing there with a big smile on her face.
“Pilar!” he yelled and backed into a deep corner of the large, marble-tiled stall. “What you doing up in here? Your ass can’t knock? Carla’s gonna be back in a minute and I’m taking a shower!”
Pilar giggled. “Chill the hell out, Barron. I’ve seen that thing already. We used to take baths together when we were little, remember?”
“We were kids, Pilar. That’s what little kids do.”
“Well tell me now”—she grinned as she pulled her silk shirt over her head and unzipped her matching skirt—“has it grown any? We can splash around in the bathtub like we used to if you want. If I remember right you had a little red water gun you used to like to squirt between my legs. And you liked to make doggie balls too.”
Pillar slid the shower door open and stepped naked into the wet stall.
For a moment neither one of them moved. Barron was covered in soap and holding his dick. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at her caramel skin and round, perfect breasts with the inch-long nipples.
“Yo, P,” he said as his eyes roamed over her flat stomach, tiny waist, and the gentle curve of her hips. Her neatly-manicured pubic hair was reddish-brown and curly, and it matched the color of the hair on her head.
“C’mon, now. You know we can’t be up in here together,” Barron said thickly.
“Why not?” Pilar whispered as her fingers slid between her legs and she inserted her middle finger deeply into her slit. “I want you, Bump, and I know you want me. What’s so wrong with that?”
“We’re family, Pilar. We’re cousins.”
“Step-cousins,” she corrected him as she moved closer with her finger pumping. “You were adopted, Barron and you’ve always known that.”
They stood toe-to-toe, and using her free hand, Pilar took Barron’s soapy fingers off his dick and replaced them with her own. “We don’t have a drop of family blood running through our veins,” she reminded him as she masturbated herself and pumped and stroked his meat from the base to the crown of his slippery head. “Not one fuckin’ drop.”
Barron moaned as she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and cupped his balls. She leaned against him and urged him to stand under the rainfall spray. Their lips met as the water drenched them and washed his soap, and his willpower, right down the drain.
Pilar ran her thumb across the head of his thick dick, then jacked him slowly with both hands. He slipped his tongue deeper into her mouth then pulled out and nibbled on her lips. He cupped her fluffy ass and pulled her closer, and his entire body shivered as her hard nipples pressed against his chest.
“Pilar,” Barron broke their kiss and tried one last time to back away.
“Shhh ...” She moved with him, pushing him down on the shower’s bench as she got on her knees between his legs. Pilar swept her hands all over his hard, brown body. She rubbed his arms, his stomach, and his well-shaped, muscular thighs. She had been dreaming about fucking him for the longest and her pussy leaked with excitement at the thought of finally getting what that bitch Carla damn sure didn’t deserve.
Barron gripped her shoulders and pushed her back. She shrugged him off and raised her lips for another kiss. He couldn’t help it. He scooted forward and grabbed her neck, and his tongue dove frantically into the warmth of her mouth again. His hands found her juicy breasts and he squeezed their softness and rubbed the tips of his fingers all over her nipples. He sucked her bottom lip and ran his tongue over her teeth.
Pilar broke their contact this time. She sat back slightly and took his wood in her hands again. She traced the rim of the head with her thumb. Barron’s dick was about eight inches long and harder than a boulder. It was black and pretty, and the top was smooth and perfectly formed.
With the sexy sound of rainfalls behind her, Pilar bent her head and swooped down on his dick. She throated every bit she could, then used that special little trick she knew that allowed her to lengthen her neck and gobble up that last pulsating inch.
She pressed her nose into his pubic hair as she slurped and sucked like crazy, squeezing her cheeks real tight and then letting them collapse around his throbbing shaft. Barron was all hers now. His knees had fallen apart and his legs were shaking. His hands were all in her wet hair, palming her head like a basketball as he thrust his hips and banged his pipe down her throat, moaning and trembling like this was the best damn dick sucking he’d ever had in his life.
Pilar could feel his balls clenching as she coaxed his nut out of him. His muscles trembled as he squeezed her body between his legs. His hip pumps got shorter and more frantic. His dick swelled two times harder and felt like it was about to explode in her mouth, and then somebody pounded on the bathroom door and both of them froze.
“Barron?” Carla called out in her singsong voice. “You still in there, baby?”
Barron jumped up and dashed like he was back on the football field. Sliding the shower door open, he snatched Pilar’s clothes off the floor and hugged them to his chest.
“Barron? Did you hear me? Are you okay?”
He cursed as Pilar knocked the clothes from his hand and reached for his balls again. “Umm, yeah,” he said weakly. Pilar bent down and raked her teeth across the head of his dick and it jerked in her hot mouth. “I’m stil
l in here.”
“Well hurry up and get out, baby. I’ve got something for you.”
“Okay, in a minute. Let me rinse off and I’ll be right out.”
“You need a little help in there?” Carla laughed. She undid the knot at the back of her neck and pulled her sundress down over her pale breasts.
Barron’s dick strained and he tried to stop himself from panting. Pilar gripped him in her hands and jacked his dick while she licked all over the head like it was a lollypop.
“No! I mean, nah, I’m good, baby. Don’t come in.”
Please don’t come in ...
“I’ll soap your back for you,” Carla teased as she let her sundress drop to the floor and wriggled out of her panties.
“For real, don’t ... I’m about to get out.”
She giggled. “Here I come ...”
Barron pushed Pilar into the corner of the stall and kicked her soggy clothes behind her. He grabbed his towel and covered himself, then cut off the water and slid the shower door open just wide enough to step out.
Carla smiled. “You should have waited for me. I was just about to jump in.”
Barron coughed, then copped an attitude. “I told you I was getting out, didn’t I?” He tried to brush past her but she reached out and pulled the towel from his waist.
“Were you getting out or getting it on?” Carla giggled at the sight of his long, stiff erection and his obvious heavy breathing. “How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to masturbate in the shower, Barron? I know it makes you last longer for me, but I kinda like getting that first quick one from you. It makes the second one that much better.”
Hiding in the corner of the shower, Pilar frowned.
Barron swallowed hard as Carla took his throbbing dick in her hand.
“Not now, baby,” he said as she dropped to her knees and nibbled on his shaft with her soft pink lips.
“Carla.” Barron tried to push her away. “This isn’t the right time for that. C’mon now ...” A moan escaped his lips as she growled and slobbed him down, tonguing his dick with long licks from the base to the head just the way he liked it.