The Double Cross

by Anna J.

  I motioned for her to lay back and let me go. My nut was damn near at the top, so I had to work it back down before I crashed early. She threw her legs up in a wide V, inviting me in. I stepped out of my sweatpants and scooted up close to her, rubbing the head of my dick across her clit and up and down her slit until I heard a sopping sound. Baby girl was drenched, and I couldn’t wait to drown in it.

  I finally moved close enough to just put the head in. We were both pulsating like crazy as we tried to control our collective orgasms. My chest was so fucking tight. I eased in a little bit more, and her walls clenched and tightened around me, causing me to pull out and let the tip rest just at the opening.

  “Put it back in,” she begged as she tried to scoot herself onto me. “Chase, please.”

  I slid a little bit of it in as I still tried to maintain some control. Her moaning was driving me crazy, and I had to block her out before I popped quickly. By the time I got all of it in, she was holding onto me for dear life as she sang about her approaching orgasm in my ear. Her walls were extra slippery as she gripped me and let me go in quick pulses that were knocking me off my square and making it harder to hold my nut in. I was trying to think of anything I could that would distract me from what I was currently experiencing, but I was human at the end of the day, and I didn’t think I would make it much longer.

  She wrapped her body around me tight and held on as she grinded down, taking me all the way in. I could feel the juices from her pussy all over my balls because she was so wet. I had to let this nut go before I fucked around and had a damn heart attack. By the time we finally erupted, it took everything we had in us. We collapsed in a sweaty heap, instantly falling asleep afterward.

  Drained was an understatement. She took my soul that night, and she knew it. All bets were off, and Sajdah had to go.

  By the morning, when she woke up to go to work, I tried to get it one more time but didn’t want to pressure her, as that was one of her complaints. I would definitely have to stroke one out after she left, though. She was looking damn good, even clothed, and I almost bent her over the counter and took her from the back. I had a weakness for a dime in a sundress and a cute shoe to match. I made her promise me round two later in the day before she left, and I was satisfied with that. She finally left, and I went and took advantage of the showerhead, wishing I could have her in there with me.

  I ended up falling asleep, and when I woke up, Selah was at the end of the bed, completely naked. When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw that it was around noon. I had missed the entire morning. I didn’t even have time to ask her what she was doing home. She had already pulled the covers off of me and had me in her mouth. I was just hype that she came back to give me some more. I didn’t think that she hadn’t actually come back and this woman sucking my dick at the moment was her sister.

  She got me up into a nice stiff erection, climbing up afterward to straddle me, with her feet flat on the bed in a squatting position. I separated her pussy lips with one hand and stroked her clit with the pad of my thumb on the other hand, causing her to almost fall off.

  “Keep your balance, babe,” I encouraged her as she grinded down on me.

  “What I tell you about calling me babe?” she asked as she spun around to put her back to me.

  At that moment, I knew it was not the love of my life there, but her evil twin sister. I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to. She was riding me backward while stroking my balls, and I was too busy trying to bust and get her out the damn house. Who told her to show her ass up there? I was scared to fucking death. How did she get in? I had deleted her code months ago. Selah wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, but what if she smelled her sister’s scent when she got in? How would I explain that shit?

  Pulling her hair made her cum quicker, so I grabbed a fistful right at the scalp, and I used my other hand to hold her steady as I pounded into her hard as shit. Since she wanted to sneak the dick, I was going to leave her ass sore after this.

  The sounds that were coming from us sounded crazy, like two wild beasts fighting for power. We were so into it that we didn’t hear Selah come in. I was determined to knock the bottom out of her pussy and fuck it up for any man that came after me. She started to struggle to get off of me, and I thought she was just trying to control the situation, so I gripped her harder.

  I chanced a peek at her body, and that was when I saw it. Selah, Vice, and Skye all at the door, watching me fuck her sister. Devastation had never felt like this before. The way this shit looked had to be the absolute fucking worst thing Selah had ever witnessed in her life. I fucked up this time, no doubt about it.

  I threw her off of me as my nut exploded beyond my control and splattered everywhere. I jumped out of bed, embarrassed, not even believing that I got caught out there like that. I fucked up big time, and I had no idea how to come back from it.

  I tried to say something, and the next thing I saw was the gun. Then everything went black. As I stood and watched my soul leave my body, my heart was broken. She would never know the truth. It would forever be her sister’s story against mine. I just hoped she knew how much I really cared for her.

  As that tunnel came into plain view and that light beckoned me, I walked toward it, knowing it was probably better that way. There was no living in this world if I had to live in it without her. I just hoped Sajdah got what she deserved.

  Selah

  #TeamChase

  I killed him. Before he could react, I sent a bullet across the room and into his head. I didn’t give him a chance to explain anything to me, because it didn’t matter. There was no explaining me finding his dick inside of my sister. I took him out like I promised I would. I had so many questions now that he was gone, though. Why did he do this to me? How dare he leave me feeling like this—hurt, confused, angry, in disbelief, in shock, remorseful, regretful. That motherfucker played me, and so did she. That’s why, out of all the emotions I had, I also felt relief. They asked for whatever happened to them. I just happened to be the person who was delivering the final blow.

  Digging holes was pretty relaxing. It gave me a sense of calm that I wouldn’t typically get any other way. It was my way of decompressing and allowing a situation to sink in. We had a body we needed to get rid of, so we had to dig a hole to put it in. We couldn’t just leave it anywhere and risk it being found, right? That would be sloppy of us, and we definitely didn’t operate like that.

  We took turns digging two at a time until the hole was deep enough. I had questions about my sister, too. What the fuck was wrong with her? Why would she play me as well? Chase wasn’t the only one that did me wrong, so don’t think my beef was just with him. She was a snake, too. A part of me wanted to know their story. How did it happen? How did they hook up? Would it make a difference if I knew their truth?

  “Dig a little deeper. I don’t feel like sitting in jail because of this man’s foolishness.”

  We dug in silence, me and my ride or die chicks since day one.

  I sat and looked at my sister for a long time. She had tried to make a dash when the shot went off. Vice grabbed and floored her ass immediately. I wasn’t even mad about it. I tried since we were kids to force them to get along, but unfortunately, Vice always showed more loyalty. I almost kicked her ass in the face my damn self, but I refrained. Since she was out cold, I grabbed a pair of my sweats and a T-shirt for them to dress her in.

  While they worked on her, I walked over to examine Chase. There was a lot of blood and brain matter on the wall where the bullet exited from the back of his head, causing his head to explode, and he slid down upon falling back and making contact. A small amount of blood trickled down his face from the point of entry. His eyes were still open but void of any form of life. I reached over to close them. It was time for him to truly rest in peace.

  “How are we getting them out?” Skye asked, shaking me from my own thoughts.

  When I turned around, Sajdah was still out cold, but she was bound and gagged so that
she couldn’t move. I didn’t even know I had duct tape available, but knowing Vice, she probably had that shit in her purse. She always came ready to rock in any situation.

  “I have some industrial-sized trash bags in the kitchen. We can wrap him in that until we figure out what to do next. I’ll back the car up into the garage so that the neighbors won’t see us putting the bodies in. They can ride in the trunk together.”

  Walking away from Chase, we all sprang into action, getting him bagged up and trying our best to get the blood and gook off the wall. I remembered seeing a can of paint in the garage, so once we got him downstairs, I grabbed it to take upstairs. Vice had already gathered the stained comforter and sheets from the bed and had replaced it with fresh linen. She had also wiped down the end table and anything else that she thought might have blood on it. The floor was mopped, and everything had a place. The stain on the wall, though . . . that shit would haunt me longer than was allowed.

  “Skye and I will come back tomorrow and throw a fresh coat of paint on this wall. You can’t go home right now, though. You can stay with me until we figure out what to do next. You have to move like everything is regular. Turn his phone completely off, and we will wrap it with his body,” Vice advised.

  Vice, always ready to rock and roll.

  I grabbed a few things for myself and gathered up the things I needed for my puppy, and we rolled out. Before we pulled off, I doubled back and emptied both of the safes. There wasn’t any use in us all suffering. He was gone. I turned his cell phone completely off and tucked it inside of the plastic that he was wrapped in. That would be buried with him. Had to get rid of all of the evidence. Thankfully, I never contacted anyone on his team, so no one knew how to get in touch with me other than actually coming to find me physically.

  For three days, his body sat in that trunk, parked in the projects like it was normal. The 46th Street high rises were accustomed to crime and strange shit happening, so no one would investigate. We parked that bitch like everything was regular and kept that shit moving.

  Vice burned the entire bag that held the bloodied linen in the furnace in one of the buildings. One of the security guards had a thing for her, so he didn’t question anything she was asking. She said she simply told him it was some shit she was just trying to get rid of. We thought about throwing Chase’s body in there also but didn’t want to get dude involved in a damn murder. Besides, I couldn’t stand to burn him. He needed a proper burial under the circumstances.

  Three days. We finally put him in the ground after three long-ass days, but we still had work to do. What was I going to do with Sajdah? She woke up a few times, and Vice gladly put her ass right back to sleep. This was the hardest decision I ever had to make. This was my sister. The same blood ran through our veins. We shared the same face. Could I really get through life without her? At the moment, I didn’t think that I could. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a guarantee that, if I let her live, she wouldn’t dime me out. She couldn’t be trusted. She had already proved that. I was not about to give her another chance to prove me right. I had to do what I had to do.

  My girls didn’t badger me to make a decision. They knew I needed time to process this shit. Sajdah had such a bright future ahead of her. Why would she go and mess this shit up for herself? Would this forever be a problem with us?

  I decided to hear her out. That was the least I could do. So, once we returned Chase to the earth, we went back to have a conversation with my sister.

  His aunt had no idea what was going on in her house. We hadn’t so much as given Sajdah a drop of water in the last three days. I didn’t give a damn what happened to her. She could die of thirst for all I cared.

  By the second day, my mom had called to see if I had heard from her. Her job had called because she left early on Tuesday and hadn’t been back to work since. No one had heard from her, and they were concerned. It wasn’t like her to just disappear.

  “No, Mommy, she’s still not speaking to me. I’ll try to giving her a call to see if she’ll answer me. I haven’t seen her since I left to move with Chase,” I lied to my mom as I choked back tears. What was I supposed to do, tell her that I caught her fucking my man and now I was contemplating killing her? My mom would never forgive me, so I had to act like I didn’t know a damn thing.

  “Okay, honey. I’m just starting to get worried. Please let me know if you find out anything. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Mommy.”

  I broke out in tears as soon as I hung up. This shit was killing me, but unfortunately, I had to kill her.

  Skye called one of her friends that owned a junkyard and had Sajdah’s car removed from the employee parking lot and smashed in his yard after he dismantled it to sell the good parts. We discovered her car in the employee lot when we went back to work the next day, concluding that she must have taken an Uber or Lyft over to Chase’s house so that no one could track her car there. She was one smart cookie. I’d definitely give her that.

  When we got back into Chase’s aunt’s house, I could hear her in the basement, trying to yell for help. Unfortunately for her, no one would respond to that call in this neighborhood. They all knew it was better to mind their business.

  When Skye and Vice sat her up in the chair, you could smell the aroma of her losing her bladder and bowels while we were gone. I stared at her as she cried. I had not one ounce of sympathy for her.

  Skye removed the tape from her mouth and stepped back. She looked like she wished I would just kill her already.

  “Selah, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry! Please let me explain,” she begged as she tried to adjust herself in the seat. It had to be uncomfortable for her, sitting in her own bodily waste, but honestly, that was the least of her worries.

  “Why did you do it, Sissy? Why couldn’t you just be happy for me?”

  “Jealousy. You were always the popular one. I’ve always envied you. I just could never understand why people never chose me.”

  We sat in silence. I wasn’t buying any of the bullshit, but I also wasn’t expecting her to be so blunt about it. We’d never struggled for anything, especially not a man. We were damn near beating them back with a bat as we grew up. There was no excuse for her betrayal. Maybe she thought if she told me what I wanted to hear, I would spare her. I was beyond that point and really just wanted her to feel my pain.

  “You could have had any man you wanted. Why mine?”

  “He chose me first, Selah. I guess once he realized that I was more career driven, he decided to go with you.”

  “So, I was his second choice?” I asked in disbelief. Get the fuck outta here! There was no way I was choice two out of the two of us. She had to be lying.

  “He chose me first, but once I made it clear that I wasn’t an option, he went for the better choice. I told him everything he needed to know to win you. The coffee every morning, the random flowers, the chef-made dinners . . . all me. If you check my wallet, you will find his bank account information. I paid the bills. I did it all. Yet, he still chose you. He loved you, Selah. He—”

  I jumped up and punched her right in the mouth, the action catching us both off guard. I had never laid hands on my sister, but she was not about to sit there and act like she was doing me a favor. I’d never needed help getting a man. She had me chopped and screwed if she thought that logic would save her.

  “Selah, I love you. I’m sorry,” she said as blood poured from her mouth.

  I already knew what I had to do. There was no other choice. She had to go. I would just have to play the part until I couldn’t anymore. I made a mental note to go back to Chase’s house to grab her belongings from there, just in case someone saw her enter. I didn’t want any obvious evidence of her ever being there. I could easily say the clothing was mine, but I just didn’t feel like going through the motions.

  “I’m sorry, too.” Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the same weapon that I had used a few days ago to kill Chase. As painful as this was for me, there really wa
sn’t any other option. I would help my parents get through this the best way that I could, but when someone betrayed my trust, they were disposed of—family included. I would miss my sister and would probably regret this decision for the rest of my life. No amount of prayer could pray this sin away. I’d just have to meet her in hell at a later date to discuss it.

  Taking aim, I caught eye contact with my sister one last time. A tear dropped from my eye at the same time the bullet exited the weapon. We were at close range, so upon connection, her head exploded out the back more than we expected. Her body fell over in the chair almost in slow motion, and whatever she had left in her bowels seeped out and covered her.

  I wiped my tears and sprang into action as we cleaned up the mess and stuffed her into the same typed of industrial bags that we used to dispose of Chase. Skye decided that it would probably just be best to drop her into the same hole we dug for Chase since the dirt was still soft. I agreed. Knowing the two people I loved the most in this world would get a chance to rot together made me feel a little better.

  As Vice poured the last of the bleach onto the bag and secured it shut with tape, I broke down again. Our mother didn’t deserve this. What did I do?

  We put Sajdah’s body in the trunk and parked her in the 46th Street high rise, the same as we did Chase until it was time to move. I stayed another night with Vice, and in the morning, we swung past the condo to do a last-minute cleanup. The three of us painted the wall in the bedroom, and it looked like nothing had ever occurred there.

  I took the time to gather all of my things and the outfit that Sadjah had left there when we busted in on them. As I inspected her purse, I found the info for the bank, just as she said I would. Her phone had already died, so I took a hammer and smashed it into a million pieces, planning to put it in the ground with her when we buried her.