Between Sisters

by The Queen

  Both Elaine and Shawnee began yelling for Charise to come out. If I had taken the time to find out Lewis was the father, I would have thought twice about calling Shawnee. They are not going to just go away, so Charise might as well come out and accept her beat down, I thought.

  As if reading my mind, Charise opened the door. She was no longer crying.

  “Okay, bring it!” she said, suddenly finding some balls. Charise stood 5’3”, looking like David, against a 5’10” Shawnee, who stood as Goliath.

  “Did this bitch just say ‘bring it’ like I won’t knock the shit out of her?” Shawnee asked in a higher pitched, unbelieving tone as she stepped in Charise’s face.

  “Calm down, Shawnee!” Elaine said, while placing her body between Charise and Shawnee. “I would love to kick her ass, as well, but there’s a baby here. Lewis’s baby.”

  That last comment caused Shawnee to reach around Elaine and slap Charise in the face.

  I rushed to grab Charise before this turned into a knockdown, drag-out fight inside my house of all places.

  They shouted back and forth for a while before Shawnee finally broke down in tears.

  “What the fuck am I supposed to tell Sandy? Obviously I’m going to have to be the one to tell her,” Shawnee said. “How long have you been involved with Lewis? I thought you said nothing ever happened?”

  Charise collected herself and answered, “I wasn’t involved with him. When they came in town a few months ago, he showed up at my door unexpectedly. Everything caught me off guard. I just got caught up in the moment. I’ve been kicking myself since then.” Tears began rolling down her cheeks once again.

  “Charise, why didn’t you just go to an abortion clinic so we could sweep all of this under a rug, and Sandy would never have been the wiser?” I asked.

  “I’ve been to the clinic twice and couldn’t go through with it,” she answered.

  “Charise, you have placed all of us in an impossible situation. How are we supposed to coexist with Sandy now?” Shawnee asked.

  “Sandy’s gonna kick your ass the minute you drop that baby. You do know that, right?” Elaine asked Charise. “She might kick that baby out of your ass if she actually was able to catch a flight.”

  “It’s not too late to go to the clinic,” I contributed. “This time, we can all go with you and help you through it.”

  “I’ll have to agree,” Shawnee added. “We don’t have to tell Sandy the baby belongs to Lewis. Otherwise, we’ll never be able to have another family gathering ever again without there being a war. Not to mention your baby will never have a father. Lewis is not going to leave Sandy to be with you.”

  Charise foolishly responded, “Actually, he said he’s going to leave her to be with me. He was also happy when I told him about the baby.”

  “Oh my God, Becky,” Elaine said in her snooty blonde girl voice. “How dumb is this girl?” she theatrically asked. “You can’t be serious, Charise. Please tell me you’re joking.”

  “Lewis said he loves me and always has. He said he wants us to have this baby together,” Charise said, all excited.

  “Charise, he doesn’t do shit for his other two children,” Elaine replied. “Sandy probably pays his child support for them.”

  I was stupefied; I couldn’t believe Charise could be so dumb.

  “Charise, you need to abort this baby!” Shawnee demanded. “Otherwise, when we are forced to choose who we will invite to family gatherings, it won’t be you.”

  Boy, wasn’t that a blow below the belt. Unfortunately, Shawnee was right. We would have to eventually draw sides between Charise and Sandy. And since Charise made the decision to be a low-down trifling bitch, we were going to have to side with Sandy.

  “I think all of this is just as much Sandy’s fault. She insisted on keeping that dog-ass despite all of our warnings. She even knew Lewis had his sights set on Charise, which is why she tried moving away,” Elaine contributed.

  “I don’t know why Charise would want to be with Sandy’s leftovers,” Shawnee commented.

  Shawnee suddenly realized her own hypocritical behavior with Eric because Elaine and Shawnee’s demeanor showed guilt.

  Elaine quickly changed up, saying, “Well, maybe we’re being too hard on Charise. But, that baby has to go in order to save this family.”

  “I agree, Charise,” I added. “This family would never have peace again. Don’t you want the birth of your children to be a joyous occasion? This would be anything but joyous. The Wiggins family will not go on record as being man-sharers.”

  Again, the look of guilt crept upon Elaine and Shawnee.

  Shawnee walked to the door and said, “Well, you do what you must, but I have to go now. If you need me to go to the clinic with you, call me.” She put on her Bvlgari sunglasses, raised a hand up in the air, and made her dramatic exit.

  “I guess I better get going myself. I need to hurry up and stop Sandy from coming,” Elaine said as she headed to the door. “Let me know what you decide.” Then she was out the door.

  I know what I just saw with Shawnee and Elaine, and I will get to the bottom of it. Right now, I have to get Charise out of here. I don’t feel like being bothered with her stupidity.

  “Okay, Charise, you’re gonna have to get going. I have a lot of work to do, and I now have a headache from hell. Hell, I need a damn drink,” I said, going to my bar to pour myself a shot of Henny.

  “What am I supposed to do?” she asked.

  I waved my hand while chugging the drink down my throat. “That’s entirely up to you, Charise. It seems no matter what we say, or you knowing right from wrong, you’re going to do what Charise wants to do,” I responded, pouring another shot of Hennessey.

  “Fine, I’ll work out my own issues,” she said as she stormed to the door. “I don’t know why I wasted my time coming over here,” she added, then was out the door.

  “That doesn’t sound too good,” I said out loud to myself. “Where the hell is Harmony?!”

  When I called Harmony last week, her voicemail said she was on vacation out of the country for a month. She didn’t tell any of us that she was thinking of going away, and I wondered why. No one even knew where she went to.

  Bitch! Hope the burglars call and find out she’s gone.

  7

  Shawnee

  Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. I have been sleeping with Eric on an almost daily basis since we met. Robert’s lack of attention prevents him from catching on. In over three months, Robert and I had sex a total of five times. You can’t tell me that he doesn’t have something on the side, and with me having Mandingo, I don’t give a shit.

  I wouldn’t leave my marriage to be with Eric. He’s hardly somebody I’d want a commitment with, but the sex is to die for. I guess I can understand Charise to an extent when it comes to the dick making you throw all caution to the wind. At least Eric is an ex and not someone’s husband, and at least I’m not trying to have his baby. Nonetheless, I realize I’m going to have to end things with Eric. It won’t be easy, but I’m going to have to do it. I’ll tell him after our date tonight. He’s doing a show out of the country for the next few days. Hopefully that will make this break up easier.

  I know Charise is not going to listen to a word we said. How can I blame her? I haven’t listened to a word Harmony has said to me about Eric. At least if I put an end to this now, Sandy never has to know.

  As usual, the sex was wonderful. Eric prepared a great lamb dish. This man had some serious skills. He aspires to open his own upscale restaurant someday soon. He said his dancing will help fund his restaurant. He even had a business plan put together already.

  This night, he privately danced for me to a Keith Sweat medley with a cow-hide cloth girded around his pelvic area. His large chest was covered in flavored oil, and his lengthy dick grew as he gyrated closer to my face while I sat in the assigned chair he placed me in for these private dances. He stepped back, took one of my feet, and rubbed it unde
rneath his cloth, making contact with his large, exposed testicles. He grinded slowly up my leg until he was straddled over me and his big dick sat in my lap.

  Each time I tried to touch his body, he’d restrain my hands. He undid the buttons on my blouse with his tongue. It was driving me crazy. I wanted him to suck the milk glands from my titties, but he wouldn’t. He just continued to tease me, rubbing his g-string covered penis in my face and pulling back if I licked out my tongue.

  He stood me up and removed the skirt I had worn from the office, sitting me back down with only my thong on. Again, he lifted my foot, this time taking one toe at a time into his mouth. My pussy was going crazy just from the sucking. My nipples were hard and begging for his mouth, but he made them wait. I attempted to rub my own pussy and tits, but again, he moved my hands. He had me feeling so good and frustrated that I wanted to cry.

  Finally, his mouth left my foot and slowly made its way up my leg. When his face made it to my thighs, I parted my legs to allow access to the wetness that waited. He kissed the insides of both thighs softly until he reached my pelvis. By this point, I was already moaning loudly. He parted my thighs and his long tongue licked my pussy in one long stroke, bottom up. His tongue crept its way up to my navel as my whole body quivered. His large hands savagely took hold of my breasts while his tongue slid between them.

  Keith was crooning from the speakers, and I heard something about “I’ll do you…” I was feeling every single word. I heard him saying something about licking me from head to toe, and thankfully, my imagination didn’t have to stretch too far, as Eric did just that. Keith was begging in the song, and my nipples were begging to be sucked in a way that only Eric could do.

  When I couldn’t take the teasing anymore, I whispered, “Please, baby, suck these titties. Suck them! Please!”

  Eric looked intensely into my eyes just before his mouth attempted to swallow one of my large breasts. Then he let his tongue focus on my nipple before repeating on the other breast. I cuddled his head for dear life. This made my pussy scream. I don’t know what it is about my tits that make my pussy go crazy, but I was trying to position myself in the uncomfortable chair to make my pussy grind up against his chest while he was still sucking on my breast. He so graciously loaned my pussy his fingers to rub on as he continued on my tits. When my teeth started to sink into Eric’s head, it was his cue to make his way back downtown and clean up the spill he had caused on “Aisle 9”. And there was plenty of juice for him to clean up.

  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