by T'Anne Marie
“Aye bruh, ion want you to worry while you up in this bitch but I got something to ask you,” Steve scooted closer and began to whisper. He then looked around to make sure nobody was listening in on their conversation. When he seen everyone minding their own, he continued.
“Did Black and Lisa have a son?” Murder put a look of confusion on his face. He hadn’t heard Black’s name since the night he made his son send him home, literally.
“I’m not sure. You know me and Lisa fell out when she was pregnant. She was mad at me for putting work in that nigga hand. But shit, I was tryna help them out. You know she was miss goody two shoes back in the day. But fuck all that; why you ask?”
“Nigga, have you ever met yo son in law?” Steve threw out another question.
“Nah, I’ve talked to him on the phone but he ain’t never been to see me. Nigga, wassup with all the questions get to the fuckin point already!” Murder began to grow aggravated. He didn’t know where his little brother was going with all the damn questions and he was tired of answering them.
Steve scoffed. “Man, I swear that lil nigga look just like Black and Lisa! I bet my last that’s they son!” Murder busted out into laughter, he couldn’t believe his ears. Steve was always on some inspector gadget shit. Most of the time, he was right about shit, but this time, he sounded and looked delusional. Murder was positive he was barking up the wrong tree this time.
“Nigga! Yo ass always on some paranoid shit. That lil nigga been in the fam for years. Don’t you think if he was some kin to Black, we would know by now? And plus if he was, how would he know what happened? He was just a lil ass kid. I’m telling you he can’t be that nigga son,” Murder tried to convince his little brother, but he wasn’t going for it.
Stebo knew deep down something about Whack was fishy, and he had just met him a lil less than a week ago. “You ain’t say shit to Dorian and Carmen about this nonsense, did you?” he chuckled.
“Nah nigga, you the only person I said something to.”
“Well good, cuz you they favorite uncle and I don’t want that to change!” He laughed harder.
“VISITATION IS UP IN 5 MINUTES,” they heard over the intercom. They wrapped up their visit and Steve and Theresa said their goodbyes. Steve couldn’t believe his brother was being so nonchalant about the situation. At this point, he didn’t care if his brother believed him or not; he would get to the bottom of it himself.
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Carmen pulled into her four car garage. After placing the car in park and shutting off the engine, her and Kim got out and headed inside. They were both stumbling from the four double shot patron margaritas they had a piece from Red Lobster. After reading the shit out of Brittany’s ass, Carmen requested a different waitress, so she and Kim could finish their little date. When they walked into the kitchen from the garage door, Kim’s mouth instantly dropped. She expected the house to be nice because of the appearance from the outside, but she wasn’t expecting it to be as over the top as it was. Everything in the kitchen was marble and stainless steel. It was so spotless; she just knew they had to have a maid or butler.
“Damn girl, this house is stunning! What the fuck yawl do for a living?!” she asked, as she followed Carmen to the all-white living room. Carmen pretended as if she didn’t hear her question, she didn’t really know her that well just yet to tell her what they were into. Kim continued to look around in awe. Damn, I just might have hit the jackpot, she said to herself.
“Take your shoes off and get comfortable; I’ll get us more drinks!” Carmen said, as she walked into her dining room to grab a bottle of Patron out of her huge French marble and glass China cabinet. She then walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of shot glasses before returning back into the living room. When she came back, Kim was looking at her family photos.
“Oh wow, is this you guys’ son!” she asked, smiling and looking at baby Shad.
“Yep! That’s my baby! Well, he’s not a baby anymore, but he’s still my baby,” Carmen said proudly.
“Awww, he’s so handsome, how old is he?!”
“He’s 15 now!” Carmen poured tequila into both shot glasses and handed one to Kim.
“Wow, you have a 15-year-old? I wouldn’t have never guessed that! You look damn good! How old are you?!” Kim asked with a raised brow.
Carmen chuckled. “I’m only 31, I’ll b 32 in a few months. I had him when I was 16,” Carmen confirmed.
The ladies threw their shots back. Carmen got up from the sofa and walked over to the stereo system to turn on some music. Soon as she turned it on, the voices of Trey Songz and Big Country King came blasting through the surround sound speakers.
“Girl, yo ass is jus the fattest, if I can I wanna grab it. I’m the man and you can have this, all I’m say in is you a bad bitch a bad bitch, girl yo ass is just the fattest.”
“Awwww shit, this my mufuckin jaaaam!” a tipsy Kim squealed as she stood up and began to twerk. Her ass looked like two midgets pillow fighting under her sundress, as she made each cheek jump up and down to the beat. She then stood on her tippy toes and bounced lightly up and down, causing her fat ass to clap. The way she worked it, you would’ve thought she was a stripper at Bottoms Up, instead of a sales clerk at Nordstrom. Carmen watched in awe as she continued to put on a show. She poured two more shots and walked over to Kim. She handed her one before she reaching out and placing her hand on Kim’s soft donk. She gently began to caress it as Kim slowed down and swayed her hips back and forth to take her shot.
“I see you got skills with this big muthafucka!” Carmen laughed and threw her shot back.
“I can do a lil sum sum!” she grinned devilishly. She then lifted up the back of her sundress, revealing her naked pretty round brown. She didn’t have on a lick of underwear. She bent over, revealing her beautifully shaved monkey from the back. She then placed her knees on her elbows and made her ass roll like some twenty fours while looking back at Carmen.
Carmen instantly became moist and her clit began to pulsate. She had never been with a woman physically, but she always fantasized about it in her head and Kim was the perfect candidate for her first experience. Carmen stepped closer to Kim. She extended her arm and began to split Kim’s pussy lips apart with her fingers. With the middle one, she started to softly caress her hard already soaked clit.
“Mmmmm…” Kim let out a seductive moan as she bit onto her bottom lip. She then stood and turned to face Carmen. She slipped the spaghetti straps of her sundress off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She didn’t have on a bra either. Her pretty perky C cup breast and protruding pierced nipples made Carmen mouth instantly start to water. Her body was so perfect, it made Carmen second guess if she wanted to get completely naked now. It wasn’t like she had a gross body, but she wasn’t as toned and her stomach wasn’t completely flat like Kim’s. She had always had a little pudge, and she never cared to work on it because Whack said he loved it and bitches would kill for a body like hers. But looking at Kim, she started to wonder if he was just telling her that because she was his.
Kim moved in closer and began to kiss Carmen on the lips. She could feel her spine quiver at the feel of her soft lips against hers. She loved everything about a woman, and from the first time she saw Carmen, she knew she had to have her. She slid her hand up under Carmen’s dress to her thigh and traveled up until she found her ocean wet love box. She then inserted her two middle fingers and slowly slid them in and out of her warmth. Carmen let out a soft moan as she propped one of her legs up on her all white French leather ottoman that matched her living room furniture. After a few minutes of fingering, Kim pulled her fingers out and seductively placed them into her mouth and sucked them bone dry.
“Oohwee that pussy taste good! It’s sweet! Lay down!” Kim whispered as she began to slide Carmen’s strapless dress down her body. She too didn’t sport any under garments. The sight of her pale yellow soft skin and caramelized hard nipples turned Kim on even more. Suddenly
she had a different idea.
“Better yet, go lay on the kitchen counter,” she demanded. Carmen did as she was asked and headed towards the kitchen. Kim grabbed the fifth of Patron and followed behind her. When they made it to the kitchen, Carmen climbed up onto her king sized tan and white French marble island that sat in the middle of the kitchen. She positioned herself flat on her back with her leg spread like an eagle.
Kim began to pour Patron down Carmen’s stomach while at the same time, seductively sucking it off. Carmen moaned out in passion. The soft, warm, wet feeling of Kim’s lips and mouth gave her quivers. She had never experienced so much bliss, and Kim hadn’t even made it to her juice box. She traveled her tongue up Carmen’s tummy until she reached her arduous nipples. She then began to softly suck and nibble them, making circles around her areola with the tip of her tongue.
“Ooh shit!” seeped from Carmen’s mouth as she could feel herself about to burst just off of nipple play. She began to squirm out of ecstasy. Kim eased off of her nipples and walked around to the bottom of the counter. She grabbed Carmen by the ankles and aggressively yanked her down, until her booty hung off of the edge. She spread her legs far apart and positioned her knees upward, as if she was a gynecologist prepping Carmen for a pap. Looking at her heart beat pulsating pearl made Kim hunger for her even more. Before she knew it, she had her face smothered between Carmen’s thunder thick thighs giving her the thrill of her life. Carmen took a long gasp as she felt her spirit leave her body. She had experienced good oral from Whack, but he had nothing on Kim’s mouthpiece. After about three minutes off sloppy slurping and licking, Carmen began to shake as if she was having a seizure as she let herself go all inside of Kim’s mouth. She had never witnessed an orgasm so intense. She squirmed and wiggled with all her might trying to escape the lip lock Kim had on her pussy but to no avail, Kim kept feasting. Carmen felt like her head was going to pop off if she didn’t get free. All of a sudden, she felt a sensation she had never felt before. It almost felt as if she had to pee. Carmen began to scream and shake uncontrollably as clear fluids shot from her pussy like a fire hydrant.
“Ooooohhh my fuckin gooooosh! It’s sooooo fuckin good!” she cried out. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but she was loving every second of it. When Kim came up for air, her face was soggier than a bottom bun of a white castle burger from Carmen’s soak treasures. She snickered as she watched her lay there huffing in exhaustion. Carmen just laid there staring at the ceiling. She knew that this would become a regular hobby for them.
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Steve sipped on an ice cold Bud Light Platinum as he sat on the sofa at his childhood friend Dink’s crib. He had Theresa drop him off there on the way back from visiting their brother. He and Dink had been homies since the age of ten. He was one of the few niggas that held Steve down when he was doing his 20 year bid. He hadn’t seen him since he’d been out, so he decided to go pay him a visit.
“So, wassup nigga! You fresher than a muthafucka for a nigga that just got out of the Pen! yo ass back putting in work already nigga?!” Dink praised his home boy, as he was grinding up the sticky strawberry dream he was about to roll between his strong finger tips.
“Nah nigga, I ain’t touching shit yet. I’ma wait a while before I jump into anything. My nephew done set me up real nice so I can lay back for a lil minute. Shit all a nigga really need is a ride for real, but I know that too will come in due time!” Steve replied before sipping from his can of beer.
“Aw yea, I feel you. Well shit at least you straight and yo fam lookin out for you. And you know I got you if you ever need me,” Dink said as he sparked his lighter, running the flame up and down his freshly rolled blunt, making sure it was dry.
“Damn nigga, you rolled that blunt fast as a muthafucka!” Steve chuckled.
“What the fuck you expect nigga? I ain’t no fuckin turtle, I’m a real cheefa! I play no fuckin games when I’m ready to get high!” Dink laughed. He placed the blunt between his lips and sparked it. “So, how you holding up staying at Grams crib? I know shit feel funny since she not there. That’s fucked up she passed right before you were being released. I know you still fucked up because I am. I loved me some Grams, she showed everybody love.” Dink took a mournful breath as he reminisced, inhaling the gas smoke at same time.
“Man, you don’t know the half! They cleaned most of her belongings out of the place, but the bed she died in still there. Sometimes, I just crawl up in that muthafucka and cry. I shouldn’t have told you that cuz you gon think I’m a pussy, but shit, it’s the truth,” he confessed, as he took the rest of his booze to the head, getting every drip before slamming the empty can on the table. Dink gave him a screwed up looked.
“Nigga, that was yo fuckin bird nigga, you suppose to cry! If you didn’t, that’s when I’d think you pussy! Grams loved all us nigga. Even though I wasn’t her nigga, she made me feel like it. She stayed opening up her doors and tryna feed a muthafucka!” Dink hissed. He took another pull from his blunt and tried to pass it Steve.
“Nah nigga, I ain’t fuckin wit that shit.” Steve waved him off. He then got up and headed to the kitchen to grab him another Bud Light Platinum. After retrieving it, he headed back to the sofa.
“Man, what the fuck you doin!? You gon set yo self on fire you dumb muthafucka!” Steve said, as he jumped up and hurriedly put out the small fire that fell from the blunt into his partner’s lap. Dink was so busy laughing at the broads fighting on Love & Hip Hop Atlanta, he didn’t even notice the mini fire that was about to start on top of his pants. He was paralyzed from the waist down, so he couldn’t feel the burning sensation on his legs. Dink had got shot in the back three times a few years back when some niggas came and sprayed up the block he was hustling on. He got hit in the process of trying to run. It still didn’t slow that nigga down though, he was still heavy in the streets, and one of the most handsome chubby niggas that graced the St. Louis streets.
Dink was light brown with beautiful hazel eyes that were complimented with long beautiful eyelashes that curled. He kept his long dread locs neatly styled, and he always kept his lining and goatee crispy. His teeth were perfect and pearly white, and his smile could make a girl cum on herself. On top of all that, he stayed dappered down in designer and his shoe game was crazy.
“Damn nigga, it’s just a lil spark from the tip of the blunt, pipe yo dramatic ass down!” Dink laughed. “You’d be surprised how often that shit happens. I be high as a muthafucka zoned out!” he continued.
“Iight nigga you gon do that shit one day and burn you and the fuckin house the fuck up!” Steve said seriously. Dink’s ass was tripping.
“Awww nigga, shut up! Wit yo sensitive ass! If it’s my time to go, it’s my time to go! You gon cry nigga?!” he said, laughing as he teased his H.B.
“Nah nigga, I ain’t gon shed not a fuckin tear nigga, fuck you!” Steve chuckled. He cracked open his can of beer and began to drink it. After taking a breath, he sat the can on top of the coaster on the coffee table and wiped the foam he felt bubbling from his top lip.
“Aye nigga, I gotta ask you something and I know you gon know the answer,” Steve said, as he scooted to the edge of the couch and looked Dink in the eyes.
“Ight mo, wassup? Shoot!”
“You was the only one that still kept in touch with Lisa after Black died, did they have a son?!”
Dink placed a confused look on his face. “Yea nigga, I thought yak knew that! The lil nigga should be grown as fuck now though. Shit, the nigga got a daughter out here somewhere too by some bitch name Nakitta, she two or three years younger than his son. That nigga Black was a sneaky dirty muthafucka, and his bitch ass use to have the audacity to accuse Lisa of sleeping around and his fuck ass was hiding babies and shit! Shit, they was saying that was part of the reason Lisa overdosed. The bitch Nakitta had supposedly contacted her saying she was sorry but she thought it would be best for the kids to get to know each other. But shit, what’s wrong why you ask
?” Dink asked curiously.
“Cuz nigga, I swear on a stack of Bibles, the lil nigga is my nephew right hand man, better yet, my niece’s husband. They got a son together and everything.”
“Word?! What make you think that though?” Dink asked in suspicion; he figured Black’s son would’ve been shipped to an orphanage far away somewhere a long time ago after his mother died.
“Man, have you seen the lil nigga?! He look just like Black and Lisa’s ass; I mean, a spitting image of both,” Steve hissed. He then picked up his beer and took another sip.
“Damn! I ain’t seen the lil nigga since he was about 8 or 9. But shit, you never know, the impossible could sometimes be possible,” Dink said, as he rubbed his fingers in his long full beard thinking about the shit Steve was laying on his mental. “So, what you gon do? How you plan on finding out? You think the nigga know anything about his daddy’s murder?!” He began shooting question after question.
“I don’t know, but it’s something fishy about the lil muthafucka and I smell his funky ass. My gut tellin me I’m one hundred percent accurate, and I’m standing on it. I’ma get to the bottom of this shit though, you can believe that shit!” he seethed, turning the beer can up to his lips with an evil glare in his eyes.
“Yea nigga, you gotta handle that ASAP! Especially if you think he hip on what happened to Black. That lil nigga might be on some revenge shit; you know the apple don’t fall to far from the tree. He might be a sneaky muthafucka like his punk ass daddy!” Dink hissed.
“Mmmhmm…” was all that seeped from Stebo’s mouth. Now that he had all the information he needed, it was time to pit his plan in motion.
Chapter 20
Three Days Later
Kim laid across her queen sized sleigh bed, as she reminisced on the blissful encounter her and Carmen experienced a few days prior. Carmen swore to her it was her first time going down on a woman but she didn’t believe her one bit. After getting the soul sucked out of her pussy, she paid Kim back double time. Unlike Carmen, Kim had been with several women, but nobody ever made her kitty feel the way Carmen did. Just thinking about it made her clit pound. Kim decided to pick up the phone and text her! She had a sweet tooth, and Carmen’s pussy was the perfect treat to satisfy her cravings.