The Double Cross

by Anna J.

When he got up to use the restroom, I was finally able to grab my phone from under the bed. To my dismay, the phone still had her number displayed as if we were talking. I put the phone to my ear to see if I could hear breathing and heard nothing. Her phone must have picked up on voicemail and recorded the entire thing. Damn near 45 minutes of me and Chase getting that shit in. The upside was she didn’t actually hear us doing it. Now how was I going to keep her from listening to the message?

  I disconnected the call and shot her a text, letting her know that we had to talk and the voicemail was an accident. I set the phone on the nightstand and cuddled up under Chase when he got back to the room. I thought we were going to take a nap, but he was rising back up for the occasion. I did what I had to do to put him to sleep this time, but this thing with Sajdah had me worried. I had to go back home so that I could see where we were in our friendship. I loved Chase, but I loved my sister more than life itself. I needed both things to work so that mentally, I could be good either way.

  Sajdah

  Ready, Set, Go

  I had the phone on mute the entire time. Chase was really the man out there, I saw. I’ll admit that I was very jealous to hear him with my sister like that. I knew I told him to go ahead and make her think she was his, but maybe I spoke too soon. I knew what sex was like with Chase. She was living her best life right now.

  At first, I didn’t know what I was hearing. I said hello a few times, but once I stopped to listen and then really paid attention to who was calling, I couldn’t hang up. I could only imagine how he had her twisted like a damn pretzel because he definitely had me looking like a professional contortionist plenty of mornings. I was so mad! What the fuck was I thinking letting him go? Why didn’t I think this would happen? Hell, he was just doing what I basically begged him to do—fuck my sister. Good, I might add. Yes, I could go get him whenever, but that shit sat differently in your spirit when you knew for sure what was going down. I was thoroughly irritated.

  Putting the phone on mute and placing it between my ear and my shoulder, I reached into my stash and pulled out one of my favorite dildos. I had plenty to choose from, but this one reminded me of Chase, girth and all. Chase had some weight on him, and I just closed my eyes and put myself right in my sister’s place. I made sure my door was locked because sometimes my parents had a habit of peeking their head in to see if we were up, and I didn’t need either one of them to see me busting it open for a fantasy in my head. Also, I didn’t want anyone to know I was listening to my sister get nailed to the wall by the man of my dreams. That alone was disappointing all by itself.

  Getting myself comfortable, I closed my eyes and pretended that whatever he was doing to her to make her sound like a cat in heat, he was there doing to me. By the time I was done, my hand was going to be all kinds of tired, but I was not about to stop until they did. I was slippery wet, and I just pretended that Chase just gave me some bomb-ass head and was ready to go in.

  My sister’s moaning turned me on as well, which shocked and appalled me at the same time. Did I sound like that when we were together? That shit was getting to be too much, but I had to hang in there until the end.

  Sliding just the head in, I pulled my knees up to my chest and slowly tip-drilled myself just like he would have. Chase never liked to just push himself all the way in at once. He preferred to tease you with the dick and make you beg for it. He would have you feeling like you were going to die if he didn’t hurry up and take his time with you. I wanted to feel that stretch as I would try to adjust to how big he was. He could really hurt someone if he wasn’t careful. I slowly worked my toy in, and I listened to Selah give one hell of a performance. Envy started to set in pretty quickly at this point, but I pressed on.

  “Who else you giving this pussy to?” he asked. I think at this point, he had her from the back because before she had a chance to respond, I could hear his hand connecting with flesh. My clit jumped and pulsed like crazy as I wished it was me. I had to squeeze my legs shut and cover my face with the pillow to keep my parents from hearing me.

  “It’s all yours,” she replied, barely able to catch her breath.

  “It better be.”

  The sounds that came from her next took me over the edge. I wanted to hang up so bad, but I just couldn’t press that END CALL button. I was too far in to let go now. I finally got as much as the toy in as I could, and I was working it in and out like my life depended on it. I was sloppy wet, and a warm puddle was beginning to form under my ass. My entire body started to shake, and I was losing control of my rising eruption. So was my sister as she began to beg Chase to let her cum. I was hoping he didn’t listen and he would punish her like he did me, but he actually gave her permission to let go. I took the liberty as well, and it felt like every ounce of fluid I had in my body came out though my pussy. I had a hard time breathing for a second, and I finally had to just let the phone go.

  If nothing else, I knew I had to backtrack on what I told him. I wasn’t willing to give this shit up, even to my sister. I didn’t care how he did it, but he was going to have to let Selah go. She would get over it, just like she got over the others. We would just have to keep it extra low key for a while until she was able to live again. After this, she would surely be devastated. I really didn’t care if she was or not.

  It took me a while, but I gathered myself. When I looked back down, the phone screen was black with a little green light flashing in the corner, indicating that she finally hung up. Just as I was reaching for the phone, a text came through from Selah saying she wanted to talk. When I checked my call log, I saw that we were on the phone for forty-five whole minutes. I hoped she enjoyed herself because I was about to stop all this shit in its tracks. I was kicking myself for even suggesting it, but it was cool. I made a mistake, and now I had to correct it.

  I finally got up to get in the shower. Thoughts of Chase had me back in heat as I used the shower head to bust off one more time before I started my day. This man made me weak. I didn’t want to be, and it pissed me off.

  As I got dressed, I was thinking maybe derailing them wasn’t a good idea. I didn’t want Chase forever. He was a drug boy and not necessarily the marrying type. There was no future with him. I didn’t want that for my sister either, honestly. She deserved better than Chase. She deserved happiness. She deserved a forever that was secure. Chase definitely couldn’t provide that. What I needed to do was just pull him away from both of us. Neither one of us was good for him. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I knew something needed to happen.

  “Hey, sweets, are you up? Your mother is making brunch.”

  My dad’s deep voice seeped through the door, and I immediately smelled bacon cooking. My mom put it down in the kitchen, and I certainly worked up an appetite that morning.

  “I’m up, Dad! I’ll be down in a second.”

  By the time I got downstairs, my mother had a beautiful spread of waffles, bacon, eggs, fish, grits, biscuits, and fresh fruit. You would have thought she was feeding a party. I took my usual seat and waited as she first served my dad, then me, and finally herself. She was selfless like that, always making sure everyone else was good before she was. She taught us that quality. That’s what I felt like I was doing for Selah. I was making sure she was good while we both enjoyed the benefits. I was sure she wouldn’t see it that way at first, but eventually, it would sink in, and she would see where I was going with this.

  “Where’s your sister?” my mom asked as she prepared her plate.

  “She didn’t come in last night. I actually need to return her call, but I’m sure she will be in before the weekend is out. No one misses your Sunday dinner,” I responded, followed with the fakest smile known to man. I couldn’t tell our mom that her daughter wasn’t here because she was across town swallowing a dick. Selah would definitely show up if for nothing but the food.

  I chatted with my parents a little longer before heading out. I typically didn’t work on Saturdays, but because I was spending
so many nights with Chase, I actually got a little bit behind at work. He made it hard to focus, which made me start to think that maybe I needed to let Selah chill with him a little longer. She kept him out of my face and occupied for the most part. The only time I really thought about him was in the morning when he wasn’t at the train station. I kind of got used to seeing him there, and up until that morning, I was okay with him being gone, until I heard him and my sister together. Decisions, decisions. Did I let them continue, or did I break that shit up early on?

  When I got into work, I ran into one of the project managers that I was working with on my current project. I wasn’t shocked to see him there, being that we were all overachievers. Our name was on this building. We all absolutely did whatever it took to guarantee success. This dude was funny, though. He’d been practically begging to eat my pussy for months. I really didn’t like to mix business with pleasure, and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that he would keep it between us. He was very handsome, and he knew it. Just about every woman in the building was willing to let him bend her over a dirty toilet in the bathroom stall, but he didn’t bite. He always declined gracefully and never made them feel stupid for pursuing him. That’s how he remained likeable. I don’t know what it was about me that he couldn’t leave alone, but he was persistent.

  “Look what the cat drug in.” He greeted me with a smile that would have had me bent over, too, if I were any other person. He was trying to wear me down, playing a patient game of cat and mouse that some days had my body tingling, but I would never admit it. I must admit I was wearing the hell out of these Fashion Nova high-waisted jeans and cropped sweatshirt, complete with a cute kitten ankle boot. I was smelling scrumptious to boot, and I could see it all in his eyes that he wanted to strip me naked on the spot.

  “Let’s get caught up. I don’t want to be here late.”

  He simply smiled as I shot him down, and he followed behind me like a puppy to my office. This man was really making it difficult to remain professional, but I had to keep my head in the game. I said I would never date someone I worked with, and I meant it.

  We barely managed to get through the workday, and by the end, I had to practically run out of my office. He was smelling and looking good, but I couldn’t do it. I wanted Chase and was not willing to take on a substitute.

  On the way home, I sent him a text, but he never responded. I figured he was maybe still entertaining Selah, but when a few hours had gone by and he hadn’t gotten back, I was starting to get irritated. They were doing too much, and he was supposed to just be keeping it simple.

  When I got in, Selah still wasn’t there, and I refused to call her back. Me and him were going to have a talk. He needed to move the way I told him, or else he would be very upset that he didn’t.

  I stayed up until I couldn’t anymore, but I definitely took note that Selah still wasn’t home yet. He definitely had some explaining to do.

  Selah

  Sister, Sister

  I finally made it home Sunday night just in time for my mom’s world famous lasagna and garlic bread, and my dad’s equally famous peach iced tea. It was good seeing my family after being holed up with Chase since Thursday. Not that being with him was bad, but I loved my family, and spending time with them was important to me. I typically let them know when I wouldn’t be home, but it still felt kind of funny.

  How did Sajdah do while I wasn’t there? She still hadn’t returned my text or call from the other day, and I was getting concerned. We’d never gone this long without talking, and I missed my sister.

  Chase dropped me off. I invited him in, but he said he had some business that needed his attention. I kissed my man goodbye, promising to call him later in the day before I went to bed. Our conversation got a little deep before we left his house, and I had some thinking to do. As much as I enjoyed Chase, I felt that it was a little soon for us to be officially living together. It had only been three months, for goodness’ sake. We still needed time to get to know each other.

  “You can be with a person forever and never truly know them.” He argued his point as we showered, and he took me doggy style under the water. I could dig that, but we still needed to know more than what we knew now.

  Yes, he was charming. Yes, he fucked me good. Yes, he spared no expense to make me happy. Yes, he always put me first, but so did Ike before he started whooping Tina’s ass. I just needed to know that he wasn’t going to have me chained up to a bed in his condo, unable to move, or locked in a room, pissing in a bucket like R. Kelly allegedly did those chicks on the documentary. Did he have a fetish for little kids? Was he allergic to cats? Where would all of my things go? How many bitches lived there before me? I had questions, and I’d learned that it’s sometimes better to just let shit play out as opposed to asking for answers. People would tell you what they thought you wanted to hear, but their actions would tell you what you needed to really know about them. Eyes and pictures never lied. Chase was good and all, but I really needed to see him, and not just when he was naked and dicking me down all crazy.

  “I love you more than you know,” he said to me as he held my face in his hands.

  I had to pinch myself. This shit was just too good to be true.

  “I love you, baby,” I said to him, kissing him once more before he was able to convince me to go back to his condo for one more ride. My pussy needed a break. He had been in me since I got to his house, and I was sore from all the action. He could do without me for a few nights. I just needed some time to gather my thoughts.

  When I got inside, my parents were finishing up dinner. I hugged them and kissed them both on the cheek, immediately conscious of what I had been doing with my mouth since the last time I saw them. The thought made me blush as I hurried to my room to put my stuff down, then to Sajdah’s to chat with her before dinner. My room just looked so small now compared to all the space I had at Chase’s place. I would have more room there, but I still needed to think things through.

  Dashing across the hall, I knocked then twisted the knob to my sister’s room, only to find it empty. Where was she on a Sunday evening? A little put off by her absence, I went to the restroom quickly, and then made my way to the kitchen with a puzzled look on my face.

  “Where’s Sajdah?” I asked my parents as I sat down behind a nice square of lasagna and cheesy garlic bread. My sister never missed lasagna. Where the hell could she be? Was she avoiding me?

  “She got picked to work on the new Comcast building project at her job. She should be here shortly,” my dad tossed out as he served my mom, then himself.

  We held hands as he blessed the food, then began to feast. I felt horrible all over again. How could I miss one of the biggest projects of her career? Why didn’t she call me? I was definitely bothered, and I was sure my face showed it. My parents usually knew when something was going on with us, but they pretty much let us handle our own beef until they felt like they had to step in. My sister and I never argued or didn’t get along for too long, so I was optimistic once we were able to talk, this too would pass.

  It was good talking to my mom and dad. Those two were so in love with each other. They flirted continuously while we ate dinner, my dad tapping her on her butt when she got up to get him more food. They kissed often—not like a tongue-down, sloppy kiss, but a quick peck on the lips or kiss on the cheek while we conversed. They laughed and joked a lot, and you could see the love just oozing out all over them. That was the kind of relationship I wanted with Chase eventually. I couldn’t remember a time ever where my parents argued in front of us or anything of that nature. If times got hard for them, we damn sure never knew about it. They didn’t miss a beat. We stayed fly, in the best school and best neighborhood. We’d never missed a meal or gone without utilities. We always had two things that matched. As far as we knew, they were always stable, and they genuinely cared about each other. You can’t fake that kind of happiness. Seeing them happy made me happy.

  Our conversation was lit as we ca
ught up talking about our week and what we had planned for the family for the summer. We took trips every year, and my parents had property in Aspen that we frequented. I was a little shocked that my dad asked if Chase was going to accompany us on our annual trip to Turks and Caicos in the spring. He must have really been feeling him.

  I was concerned at first about them meeting, but after the third time with Chase coming in to chat with my dad when he dropped me off, I felt more at ease. I wanted to introduce him to Sajdah, but she was never around. This made it easy because if I had to choose, I would choose my family every time and drop Chase like a bad habit. I loved him, but my love for family was unconditional.

  Just as we were laughing at some show my dad was trying to convince us to watch, Sajdah walked in. She kissed my mom and dad on the cheek and threw me a quick “hey” before heading toward her room. My parents didn’t seem to notice, but the tension was definitely there. Usually, we exchanged a hug or something when we hadn’t seen each other, but she straight slid past the kid like I wasn’t family, avoiding eye contact and all. That shit hurt my feelings. I started to get up and go after her, but what would I say? Maybe she was acting like that because she heard the damn message.

  I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of our parents, so I grabbed my phone and scrolled through to see if I had missed a text from anyone important. I put my ringer on mute as a rule so that we wouldn’t be interrupted during dinner. Just when I thought I couldn’t take waiting for her anymore, she came out and joined us at the table, scooting her chair closer to my dad so that she wasn’t right next to me. Our mom had made her a plate of food and began serving our dad and me slices of lemon cake and chocolate ice cream.

  She jumped into the conversation, sounding extra excited about her venture with Comcast. She didn’t speak directly to me at any given moment, just kind of keeping the conversation mutual amongst everyone. I wanted to share in her excitement, but she wasn’t letting me in. There was no way I would be able to sleep that night if we didn’t talk.