“I am so sorry guys,” Apologized Chris as we hulk smashed the sweet potato waffles, smoked sausages, cheese eggs, grits and hash brown potatoes Miss Jannice, Vashti’s head cook, made. My sneaky ass hid the blueberry biscuits she sent me in the microwave. “Premiere here has been feeling his oats and right now he and Vashti are butting heads.”
“Nah, Dad, Mama needs to chill.”
I was shocked as hell by the deep ass voice coming out of my nephew. He was looking and sounding mature as hell and I didn’t like that.
“No, that twenty-one-year-old trick you had sucking your dick needs to chill.”
“What??!!” asked me, Jabari, Jayson, and Breon simultaneously.
“It wasn’t even that serious,” Premiere smacked “Mama overreacted.”
“Overreacted? That bitch is lucky she is a female because if she were a dude I would have made that beatdown Vashti put on her look like child’s play.”
“Hold on, Vashti beat the girl up?” asked Jayson completely living for the drama.
“Gave her a broken jaw, broken nose, two black eyes, ripped patches of hair out of her head and left her with vaginal contusions as result of repeatedly stomping her in that area.” Said Chris
“Goddamn!” Said Jabari
“Completely uncalled for” Said Premiere “Now Mama is mad with me because the girl threatened to sue her.”
“Ehh, Old girl kinda has a case, that was definitely assault, shit attempted murder.” Said Breon
“And that shit was killed real quick.” Said Chris “Vashti reached out to Uncle Deandre to see if he could recommend one of his many clients who practice law. After he learned that a 21-year-old woman allowed herself to be filmed multiple times sucking off a minor, Uncle Deandre himself called her and pretty much told her he would fuck up her whole life if she pressed charges against Vashti or tried to sue her civilly. She agreed to let it go and stay away from Premiere.”
“Unc don’t be playing” Said Jabari
“Hell yeah, don’t nobody fuck with Uncle Deandre.” Bragged Jayson
Chris and Breon exchanged a look that gave me the feeling that they did not think as highly of my father as Jayson and Jabari did.
“Uncle Quamie, If it is alright with you, I am going to go shoot hoops out back.” Said Premiere putting his cleaned plate in the sink
“Fine, but stay away from my neighbor, Miss Jernegan, she’s feisty as hell and ain’t got no teeth. Don’t mess around and let her suck your dick, it might turn you all the way out.”
“Y’all are childish.” He said over our loud laughter.
“So,” said Jabari once Premiere was outside, “How are we going to solve this little conundrum we currently find ourselves in as result of you having to chaperone your hypersexual son?”
“Nigga, did you really just refer to someone as hypersexual?” asked Chris bursting out laughing
“He said that shit all self-righteously too.” Said Breon laughing and dapping up Chris.
“Let’s move past Jabari’s momentary lack of self-awareness and focus on the actual point he was making,” Said Jayson, “How are we going to have the fun we intended to have this weekend?”
“Come on y’all, we were hunching and screwing right up under our parents’ noses when we were kids, surely us grown ass men can maneuver around a 14-year-old.” Said Chris.
“Right, we need to create diversions.” I said.
“Okay, can someone create a diversion for the next couple of hours?” asked Chris
“I was thinking about going to visit Taheim, Premiere is welcome to come with me.” Offered Jayson
“And I have been getting a lot of text from niggas needing weekend cuts, I am going to go to the shop and make these c-notes,” said Breon “He can come hang out with me in the shop, hell, I will pay him to clean up.”
“Thanks, Breon, but I really do not want him hanging around the barbershop without either me or Quamie there.” Said Chris
“That’s understandable.” Shrugged Breon
“I guess, I can go with Jayson to visit Taheim, since it is obvious who Chris wants to be alone with.” Said Jabari
“You’re going to get a turn.” Smiled Chris.
“Anyway, I need to go make this bread; I will text you later, Baby.” Said Breon kissing me on the lips.
“Okay, Baby have a good day.”
Breon and I had fallen into such a routine these past few weeks it just felt natural. It didn’t even dawn on me what we had done until I felt Chris grip my arm.
“What the fuck is up with that nigga kissing you and y’all calling each other baby like that?” asked Chris
“Oh, that’s bae,” Teased Jabari “Quamie ain’t told you?”
“Bring your silly ass on!” said Jayson snatching Jabari up from his seat. “Do not listen to him, Chris. I am going to scoop up Premiere; we’ll be back later this afternoon.”
“What the fuck is up with that?” asked Chris once Jabari and Jayson were gone.
“A lot of things have happened since Cooley died, me and Breon found ourselves feeling isolated in our pain, so we turned to each other.”
“Are you in love with that nigga?”
The pain in Chris’s voice, the hurt in those beautiful grey eyes made me want to die. The last thing I ever wanted to do was break his heart.
“No. But I do care for him.”
“More than you do me?”
“Of course not.”
“Please don’t fall in love with him, Quamie.”
The hurt in Chris’s eyes nearly tore my soul apart.
“Chris, let’s go upstairs.”
“I know that nigga’s dick ain’t bigger than mine.” Chris confidently stated as he stood across the room from me naked, his cock so engorged every throbbing vein appeared on the verge of bursting; its pulsating head was purple atop the deeply reddened shaft. Precum streamed from the tip and pooled on the floor in front of him.
“Come here.” I motioned to him from where I sat at the foot of my bed.
“Has he ever made love to you?” He asked
“No,” I admitted “You are the only man that has ever made love to me, and I could truthfully say that shit on Judgement Day.”
He leaned in and kissed me
“Lay back.” Chris ordered.
Chris kissed me from my neck to my crock. He planted an angel kiss on the head of my dick before kissing each inner thigh. Chris raised my legs above my head and inserted his long, thick, lustful tongue deep inside of my hot, moist hole.
“Oh my God.” I gasped as my eyes rolled in the back of my head.
Every one of my five senses were heightened as his tongue moved within me. I could hear both of our hearts beating, almost in perfect synchronicity. I could smell Chris’s sweat mixed with his Tom Ford Bitter Peach cologne comingled with my sweat and YSL cologne. I could still taste the apple spice syrup and sweet potato pancaked from breakfast. I could see the steam and feel the searing heat that radiated from our bodies.
Precum gushed from my throbbing dick. I cried real tears of pleasure as Chris’s tongue did what I could not wait for his dick to so to me.
“Make love to me, Chris, Please!” I squealed “I cannot wait anymore. I need you inside of me!”
Chapter Seventeen
Jaleek Vinson drove all the way down from Virginia to Queensboro in order to do laundry and raid the refrigerator and pantry. His mother and sister ate out most of the time, so the ridiculous amounts of noodles, cold cuts, and snacks his mother kept stocked would only go to waste if he didn’t make his bi-weekly pilgrimages home.
Unfortunately, his mother and sister were away on some female empowerment retreat, so he would not get to see them.
“Damn,” He thought to himself as he turned the key in the lock. “I could have brought a bitch home to fuck.”
Two months in college and he had already secured six regular sources of pussy and one virgin white girl who could not resist sucking his dick. He was busting so many nuts it was a miracle that he had been able to play as well as he had.
Last weekend Virginia Tech beat ECU, but the victory was bittersweet, because the grid iron show down that he and Taheim had trashed talked to each other about for over a year, did not come to pass. Poor Taheim was in a mental institute instead of shining on the football field.
Jaleek loaded the washer, not taking time to sort anything. His sheets, underwear and pants all contained ejaculated DNA. Most of his socks and shirts were in the same condition having been used to quickly wipe off when towels and washcloths were not available. Jaleek made a mental note that he also needed to “borrow” a few towels from the linen closet.
He sparked a joint and walked around the house just enjoying being by himself. At college, it seemed as if people were around him every waking second, so he had come to cherish any little moment he could get to himself.
“Oh, hell yeah!” He exclaimed when he discovered his father’s old laptop placed like an afterthought among the sheets and towels. “I am damn sure taking this with me. This will be perfect for my film editing class next semester. I won’t have to use so much space on my main pc.”
Delighted with his fine, Jaleek carried the laptop upstairs with him to his bedroom.
WHAT THE FUCK???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jaleek needed the joint that was in his backpack downstairs, but his legs felt like lead after what he had just discovered on his father’s old computer. He could not get up from the bed he sat on, much less walk downstairs.
Jaleek felt his skin crawling as a memory that he had buried in the deepest corner of his mind seven years ago came back to him.
“Dang, Jayson, did you fall in?” Wondered 11-year-old Jaleek aloud upon noticing that it had been over thirty minutes since his cousin had excused himself from their game of Mortal Combat to go to the bathroom. Jaleek knocked on the door to the downstairs bathroom. When he did not get an answer, Jaleek flung the door open to discover the bathroom completely empty. “Don’t tell me this crazy ninja went all the way upstairs to use the bathroom.” Annoyed, and ready to resume the game, Jaleek mounted the stairs. The upstairs bathroom was wide open and completely empty. Jaleek checked in his bedroom, thinking that his cousin might have gone in to take a nap, but that was not the case. Frustrated, he was about to go back downstairs, when it dawned on Jaleek that Jayson might have been in his parents’ room, where they had both been instructed to stay out of before Krista left to go on her weekly pilgrimage to Greensboro to shop at the mall.
“You’re not supposed to be in here!” said Jaleek flinging the door open. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He could not believe what he had walked in on. His father, Jerod, was sitting at the foot of the King-sized bed that he and Krista shared, naked as the day he was born, and on his knees, naked and doing to Jerod what Jaleek’s friend Curtis, showed him a video on his phone of a woman doing to a man, was Jayson.
Startled, Jayson tried to stop, but Jerod tightly grasped a fistful of Jayson’s curly hair forcing him to remain in place.
“Keep doing what the fuck you were doing,” ordered Jerod
“I -I- I…” Jaleek was unable to formulate a sentence. He wanted to run away, but his legs felt like jelly.
“How many times have your mother and me told you not to enter our room without knocking?” asked Jerod as if there wasn’t anything wrong about what was currently happening As if he wasn’t violating his younger cousin right in front of his 11-year-old son.
Tears of shame and terror fell from Jaleek’s eyes as his father gripped both sides of Jayson’s head and forcefully thrusted his member deep into Jayson’s throat. Jerod groaned and convulsed as his eyes rolled back in his head. Jayson frantically freed himself from Jerod’s grip. Thick white liquid spewed from his nostrils as he gagged and spat up more of the milky substance from his mouth.
“You tell anybody and I will beat the skin off your ass!” Warned Jerod pointing at Jaleek who had wet his pants.
As if his father’s warning had broken the spell he had been under, Jaleek was able to regain feeling in his legs and run away to barricade himself in his bedroom.
The image haunted poor Jaleek every day for a week, then his father died in a car accident and Jaleek did not think of it again for seven years.
Finally able to make his way back downstairs, Jaleek felt both anger and betrayal, not only at his deceased father, but at his cousins. All of those niggas acted like knights in shining armor, looking out for Krista when Jerod died. All of them to this day, grinned in Krista’s face knowing that they had all at one time or another laid in her bed and been fucked by her husband, their older cousin.
Jaleek felt nauseous, he couldn’t hit the joint fast enough. Goddamn! All the hateful things he had overheard “Mean Aunt Fendi” say about his father and cousins had been true all along.
“Please hurry,” said a very annoyed Jayson to Jabari and Premiere who just had to make a stop at the convenient store for snacks, even though there were plenty of snacks right at Quamie’s house.
The trip had been a waste of time. They arrived at the facility only to learn that Taheim had had his visitation privileges revoked for the week due to his aggressive behavior towards other patients.
“Okay,” promised Jabari noticing the annoyance in Jayson’s voice
Jayson’s phone rang. He looked at the number. Jaleek? They hadn’t really talked in forever.
“Hello.”
“Cousin Jayson, Umm… where are you?”
“I am like 20 minutes away from Queensboro. Me, Jabari, and Premiere went to visit Taheim, but he wasn’t allowed to have visitors today.”
“Premiere? What’s he doing with you two?”
“I just told you; we went to visit Taheim. Is everything okay, Jaleek?” asked Jayson trying not to be offended by either Jaleek’s question or the tone in which he asked it.
“I’m at home, I need to see you before I head back to Virginia tonight.”
“Umm… Yeah.. I can swing by; would it be okay if____”
“I really need to talk to you alone.” Interrupted Jaleek
“Okay…I can drop them back off at Quamie’s first. Is everything okay Jaleek?”
“I wish I could lie and say that it was.” Said Jaleek bursting into tears. “You were the closest thing I had to a big brother Jayson___”
“Jaleek, get yourself together. Give me about a half hour to forty-five minutes and I promise I will come over there, Okay.”
“Okay,” Sobbed Jaleek. “I will see you when you get here.”
“Take care until then.” Said Jayson
They hung up.
“See that didn’t take long at all.” Said Jabari he handed Jayson a pineapple Fanta and a bag of Funyuns.
“Thanks.” Said Jayson halfheartedly
“You want some of my M&Ms, Cousin Jayson?” asked Premiere opening the overpriced bag of candy.
“Nah, I am good,” said Jayson “Okay, no more stops guys. Oh, and Jabari, text Quami and let him and Chris know we are on our way back.”
“On it.” Said Jabari
“Knowing those two, they are probably darn near killing each other playing WWE TK25.” Said Premiere popping a handful of M&Ms in his mouth
Jayson rolled his eyes at Jabari who was silently snickering. This whole weekend was starting to piss him off.
Chapter Eighteen
“I love listening to your heartbeat.” Said Chris laying his head on my chest.
I kissed the top of his head. Cuddling with him on the couch in my game room was both comforting and heart breaking at the same time. The comfort was in the familiarity of being in the arms of someone who loved me, and I loved in return with all my heart. The fact that moments like these between the two of us would always be few and far between was heart breaking.
“I’m back!” We heard Breon announce from the kitchen
“Damn!” Groaned Chris
“Behave,” I whispered as we both sat up on the couch “We’re in the game room!” I called
“What a day,” Said Breon “You need to open on Sundays, Quamie.” He said wedging himself between me and Chris on the couch. Breon took my hand and interlocked his fingers with mine. “I made over a band today plus tips.”
“That’s damn good,” I said, “But you can have it if you want, My Sundays are for me to unwind.”
“Cool.” Said Breon kissing me on the lips
“Goddamn, y’all niggas gonna at least invite me to the wedding?” Barked Chris
“Chris, chill. Jayson, Jabari, and Premiere will be back at any moment.” I pleaded
“I’m going out on the porch and smoke this L,” Said Chris “Quamie’s done got what he wanted from me, so I’ll just get out of the way of him and his fucken boyfriend.”
“What the fuck do you do to these niggas?” asked Breon after Chris stormed out of the game room.
“They’re territorial.”
“But they’re only that way over you. I get it though. You are fine as hell, your personality is infectious, and sex with you is beyond mind blowing. I have been telling myself every day since we started this, that I cannot fall in love with you, but I cannot help it. I love you Quamie.”
“I ain’t gonna lie, I’ve lowkey caught feelings for you too,” I admitted “But we both know _____”
“We can pick up and move from here, get a house together, raise our kids together.”
“Then come to family gatherings and pretend to only be cousins.”
“Hell, you seem to have mastered pretending to only be cousins with Jabari, Chris, and Jayson.”
“Touche.” I laughed kissing him on the lips
“You think we can get a quickie in before they get here?” asked Breon
“I can nut in sixty seconds in some good ass,” I said
“I can do it in 20.”
“Fuck it, we doing this!” I said grabbing him by the hand and leading him to the guest bathroom.
“Count to sixty.” I said pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees and bending him over.
Breon gripped the side of the tub as I rammed dick up in him at a rapid pace. He barely got to 45 before I blasted inside of him.
“Damn good ass.” I said kissing him on the back of the neck.
“My turn.” He said
After being fucked damn near all day by Chris, I was sore as hell, and probably didn’t need a rapid-fire ass fucking, but I was willing to endure. After about 18 strokes, Breon, flooded me.
We cleaned each other up then returned to the game room and pretended to only be cousins, while playing a game of WWETK25.
“Where’s Jayson going?” asked Chris to Jabari and Premiere, who to his disappointment, chose to sit on either side of him on the porch instead of going inside. He really wanted to be alone and enjoy his weed.
“Beats me,” Shrugged Jabari reaching for the blunt. Chris reluctantly passed it to him, “He just said he’ll be back later.”
“Cuz probably had a dick date.” Said Premiere holding his hand out for the blunt
“I know you’re fucken crazy,” Said Chris “Also, me and your cousin are both grown, we ain’t your little friends, watch what comes out of your mouth.”
“I was only playing.” Said Premiere
“Well, your playing is too close to disrespect. You ain’t got no business speculating, let alone speaking about what kind of date that grown man has.”
“Yes sir.”
“Here.” Said Chris handing Premiere the blunt. “You better not let your Mama know I let you hit this.”
Premiere took a deep drag and unsurprising to both Chris and Jabari, he started to cough as if he were choking.
“Big baby.” Jabari teased as Chris patted his son in the back in an effort to help him get through his coughing spell
“This big baby is getting more than you.” Shot Premiere between coughs
“What the hell does that mean?” asked Chris, “You do not work so you ain’t getting more money than a grown ass man, what do you think you’re getting more of than him?”
“I am just trash talking.”
“You sounded serious.” Said Jabari taking a toke from the blunt and blowing out the smoke with ease.
“Very serious.” Said Chris “Look, I let that shit go with you getting your dick sucked by that chick, but I ain’t trying to be no 30-year-old grandfather with all three of his children still in grade school. “I’ma buy you some condoms tomorrow and you better use them.”
“I already have condoms.” Admitted Premiere “And I use them, um, but Dad, could you take me to the clinic and get me on PrEP?”
“Oh goddamn.” Said Jabari “Lil Cuz, you are just 14.”
“And I am trying to not make babies and live to see adulthood.”
“How-how-how sexually experienced are you, son?” Stammered Chris.
“Right now, I am AOVP.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” asked Chris
“Anal, oral, vaginal, and penetration.” Said Jabari
“You would know that.” Said Chris rolling his eyes. “So, son you have done_
“And had it done to me, except the vaginal, of course, because I don’t have a va-jay-jay.” Said Premiere
“Oh, fuck!” said Jabari “Yeah, Chris, it would be wise to get him on PrEP. At least he is being honest with you, and he is trying to be responsible.”
“Yeah.” Said Chris crestfallen. “We will go after school tomorrow. Please do not tell your Mama about this, she is going through enough and this shit is damn near killing me right now. Excuse me please, I really need to be alone for a while; you can finish the blunt Jabari.” Chris got up from the porch and went back inside.
“He hates me now too.” Said Premiere on the verge of tears
“Neither one of your parents hate you, you are just growing up too fast for them. You are 14, but you look and sound older, combined with the fact that you are good looking makes you vulnerable to predatory ass adults like that ho that was sucking your dick. They just want you to be a normal 14-year-old in high school freshman. Plus, no father, wants to know that their son has been penetrated. Hell, I am twenty-five and I have never told my dad.”
“Uncle Kirby already knows,” teased Premiere “Some things don’t even have to be said aloud.”
“Here, you little shit,” Laughed Jabari handing him the blunt “I hope you choke to death.”
Premiere expertly inhaled and exhaled the smoke
“Now you know if I’m fucking, I know how to smoke weed.” Smiled Premiere at a puzzled Jabari
“Yeah, just continue to be careful and do not let any of these girls or boys slut you out.”
“Okay.” Said Premiere passing the blunt back to Jabari “Thank you for breaking things down to Dad for me, and for not judging.”
“I cannot judge you for shit I have done myself.”
“Wait, you have actually been with a female too?”
“Fuck you Lil nigga.” Laughed Jabari putting out the blunt “Let’s go in, it’s dark as hell and it ain’t even six o’clock yet.”
Chapter Nineteen
“Damn, Jaleek, how much have you had to drink?” Jayson asked the swaying, barely functional young man
“Not enough,” Slurred Jaleek “I never told anybody what I saw you and my Daddy doing. Even after Daddy died, I never told. Why did you get mad with me and abandon me, Jayson?”
“Oh my God, Jaleek, is that what you think?”
“You never came back to play video games with me. Even if you came over to help Mom out, you didn’t pay any attention to me. It’s like you hated me for seeing what I saw, but I never told anybody, and I never will.”
“Jaleek, I am so sorry. None of that had anything to do with you. So much was going on in my life after Jerod passed away: I was in Early College, I had started working, I started dating. I just started doing a lot of older guy stuff, and you were still a kid. I never meant to hurt you.”
“There,” said Jaleek pointing awkwardly at the counter. “There on that computer is video after video of my father fucking you.”
“What?” Jayson was astonished. In the brief period that he had been intimate with Jerod, it had never dawned on him that any of their encounters had been filmed.
“Not just you: There are videos of him fucking Quamie, Chris, and Jabari. There is even one of him fucking Breon. And all of you loved it except for poor Breon. No wonder he ran the fuck away after Daddy died. Not only was my father a child molester, but he was also a fucken sadistic ass rapist.”
“Don’t say that about your Father.”
“What the fuck else am I supposed to say; you all were kids; he was an adult. He molested you, Chris, Quamie and Jabari, even though you all seemed to love it, kept letting him do it, and even fucked him right in the bed he shared with my Mama. All of you, to this day, look her dead in her face and don’t bat an eye. But Breon, that shit was diabolical. I wish I had never seen any of this shit, but especially that!”
Jaleek doubled over and vomited on the kitchen floor, staining the grey wood with the foul smelling, mushy, phlegmy, pumpkin, yellow-colored contents of his stomach.
“Whoa,” said Jayson taking him by the arm and helping him to have a seat at the table. Jayson adept to taking care of a sick drunk from the days of he and Jabari drinking themselves to the point of regurgitation in college, placed the kitchen trash can beside Jaleek’s seat, then got him a bottle of water. Not wanting to deal with the task of cleaning up the vomit, Jayson merely threw the kitchen towel over the biggest puddle of puke. He sat down across from Jaleek at the table.
“I cannot speak for anyone else,” said Jayson to Jaleek who had his head down on the kitchen table, “But what happened between me and your father was not predatory. I was a young man who was coming into his sexual identity, and your father helped me to comfortably do so.”
“Are you even hearing the words that are coming out of your mouth?” Jaleek tried to lift his head up, felt dizzy, and instantly dropped it back down.
“I do not expect you to understand, I just do not want you to go through life with a negative view of your father. He loved you, your Mama, and your sister. He took very good care of you when he was alive. What he did with us cannot and does not change that.”
“Well, I am not gay!” said Jaleek defiantly “Regardless of that shit my Father was on, I ain’t on it. I love pussy! I fucked a bitch this morning before I drove down here, so don’t get that recruiting shit in your head.”
“You know what, Jaleek, I am going to hold on to your car keys and drop them off to you in the morning. You need to get some sleep and I need to go.”
“No!” Jaleek protested “I do not want to be alone. I am sorry, I did not mean to insult you. I’m fucked up Jayson. I have never been this fucked up before. I am scared, please stay with me. I won’t say anymore homophobic shit.”
“Go clean yourself up.” Sighed Jayson, “You smell like puke. I am going to clean this up and fix you some tea and dry toast to settle your stomach.”
“Thank you,” said Jaleek stumbling to his feet and going to attend to himself.
“Lord help us all.” Said Jayson glancing at the laptop sitting on the kitchen counter
“What time is it?” I moaned after being awakened by Breon’s kiss
“Five in the morning. I gotta dip in about an hour to pick BJ up to get him ready for school.”
“Mmm, damn, I need to be up too in order to go pick up the twins and get them ready for Pre K.”
Breon kissing me on my neck had me turned all the way on. The house was dead silent even though Chris was literally across the hall in the twins’ room and Jabari and Premiere were somewhere downstairs. It was the perfect hour for the two of us to get nice and nasty.
Our tongues entwined as we grinded our hard dicks together.
“I love you,” Breon whispered in my ear as he turned me over onto my stomach. He placed a pillow underneath my midsection before straddling my hips
“I love you too.” I winced as he stuck his dick inside of me.
He was deep in my guts, and I was damn near about to tear the fabric off the mattress from gripping it so tight. Out of respect for the fact that there was a child downstairs, and I didn’t want to face no weird ass looks from my nephew, I soldiered up and stifled the screams I wanted to let loose, opting for moaning as quietly as I could.
I shot my load onto the pillow beneath me as he shot his deep inside of me.
“You want to come shower with me?” he whispered
Of course I did. I needed to get clean, but I was also going to get my get back before his ass stepped out of my house that morning.
With the warm water raining down on both of us, I busted my second nut that morning on Breon’s ass.
I pulled him into my embrace as we kissed and scrubbed each other’s bodies clean.
“MMM, MMM, Baby, I need to get dressed.” Said Breon grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around his waist. “I will see you at the shop later.”
“See you there.” I said stealing another kiss before he left.
I was toweling myself off and about to put on lotion when Chris, not bothering to knock, entered the bathroom. His morning wood hung thick and menacingly out of the side of his briefs; He purposely brushed against me on his way to the toilet to relieve himself.
“I cannot even be mad with you,” He said in a measured tone as he peed “In a way, I deserve this shit. I have a beautiful wife and three wonderful children, but my stupid ass won’t stop being in love with you.”
“Chris, I__”
“How many times have you told me you do not trust that nigga? You were the one who told me you suspected he had a hand in Takeisha’s murder.”
“I was wrong about him.” I said tearfully
“Why, because his ass and dick are good?”
“Because that is not who he is. He has a good heart, Chris.”
“Are you in love with him?”
“I love him.”
“Are you in love?”
“I do not know,” I said frustrated “I just know that right now I like what he and I have.”
“I got clean for my family, but also out of fear of losing you, and Goddamnit, I have lost you anyway.”
“Chris, you haven’t lost me. Look at me” I said forcing him to look me right in the eye “Nothing and no one is going to come between us.”
“I wish I could believe that” He said, “Let me go get dressed, find your nephew, and get up out of you and your boyfriend’s way.”
I made it downstairs before Chirs did. Breon had left moments earlier. I needed to wake Jabari so that he could be up to let Jayson in when he returned. I looked in the game room, and it was completely empty minus the pizza box and empty soda bottles that he and Premiere had left behind. I was going to get on both of their asses about that, especially Jabari.
Jabari was not in the living room. My heart rate began to accelerate as I slowly opened the door to the guest room.
Oh, Hell No!!!!
What the fuck was Jabari’s 25-year-old and Premiere’s 14-year-old asses doing in the same bed?! Why the fuck was Premiere all snuggled up to Jabari and their asses were deep asleep like they had both busted a good fucken nut??!!
“Get yo ass up!” I said snatching Premiere up from beside Jabari. He groggily opened his eyes.
“Uncle Quamie, what’s wrong?” He asked. His deep ass voice was squeaky as hell in the morning. God only knows what sort of freaky shit Jabari had him up all night doing!
“What the fuck you mean what’s wrong; why are y’all laying together like that?”
I did not realize my voice was that loud, Chris, who was halfway down the stairs, bolted the rest of the way down and made his way into the guest room.
“You two slept together?!” asked Chris
“We slept in the same bed.” Admitted Premiere
“Get your bitch ass up!” Roared Chris Punching Jabari so hard that nigga woke up and sprang to his feet
“Yo Chris, Yo Chris, why you hit me?”
Chris slapped Jabari so hard he fell back onto the bed. Chris seized him by the front of his shirt. Fire flashed in those grey eyes
“You fucked my son, I’ma kill your ass!”
“Daddy, No!” said Premiere grabbing his Father “Nothing like that happened, I swear to God!”
Jabari looked confused and hurt as hell.
“Quamie, what did you see?” Chris asked me
“I came in here and they were asleep cuddled up together. It did not look appropriate but___”
“Y’all think I would fuck Premiere? He’s a Goddamn child!” Said Jabari
“Plus, we are cousins! That’s just nasty; who even does some shit like that?” asked Premiere, too young and too angry in the moment to notice the guilt on all three of our faces.
“At this point, I do not know what you are capable of,” said Chris, “You are running around here letting grown women blow you and letting niggas fuck you in the ass!”
My heart nearly stopped beating. Premiere noticed to look of devastation in my eyes.
“You could not wait to tell Uncle Quamie that, so he could start to think less of me the way that you do,” cried Premiere “I fucken hate you, I wish Mama would have went through with taking us and leaving your drunk ass!”
“No, you’re not!” I said grabbing Chris’s fist that he had cocked back and ready to smash into his son’s face “Premiere, go upstairs get a shower, you can borrow an outfit from my closet, we’re about the same size now. Go on.”
Premiere did as he was told.
“You and Vashti are the reason he is out of control.” Said Chris “Y’all won’t let me beat his ass like he needs it.”
“Nigga, if you think I’ma let you go on that 14-year-old boy like he’s some mother fucker in the street you’re damn crazy.”
“Fuck all that shit!” yelled Jabari, who honestly, I had forgotten all about “You two really thought that I was sick and nasty enough to fuck Premiere?”
“Don’t act like your libidinous ass is above it!” said Chris
“Nah, Chris, unlike you two mother fuckers who are pointing your dirty fingers, I have never as a grown ass man fucked a minor.”
“You need to shut the fuck up before my son hears that shit.” Warned Chris
“Right, because you certainly don’t need to disappoint him anymore. It’s bad enough he has to spend the next four years in a house with you where you will no doubt deflect your internalized and blatant homophobia onto him all the while anticipating the next time you can be alone with this one here.”
“Both of you stop!” I ordered “Jabari, I am very sorry for thinking what I thought and accusing you, but the two of you should not have been that close in the same bed.”
“That shit was not intentional. I swear.” Jabari was on the verge of tears. Me and Chris knew he wasn’t lying. Jabari never cried in an argument unless he was being wrongfully accused of something.
“Look, I am sorry for hitting you.” Said Chris caressing Jabari “After I drop Premiere and the other kids off to school, If Quamie doesn’t mind, I could drop back by and really make it up to you before you head back up to Greensboro.”
“Damn, you really think that I am that easy?” asked Jabari trying to sound hard, but the nigga’s leg was already shaking
“Yes.” Said Chris licking Jabari on the neck and fondling his crotch
“Okay, Okay, but I also get to top.”
“That’s fair.” Said Chris
“Damn, so ya’ll ain’t even gonna invite me.” I joked
“Damn, didn’t you get enough dick and ass this morning from Breon?” asked Chris all serious and nasty as hell “Let me go hurry this boy up, so I can get going.” Chris angrily exited the room.
“Yo, Quamie, look at how Chris got me,” said Jabari pointing to the raging hard on that was stretching his boxers “If you really want my forgiveness, help a brother out.”
“Your ass really needs to go to therapy.” I smiled as I locked the door then dropped to my knees to give Jabari a more acceptable apology.
Chapter Twenty
“Act like you’ve got some sense,” Chris warned Kyron, his second oldest, as he dropped him off at the entrance to the middle school, “Take the bus home, I’ma be busy later.”
“Okay Daddy!” He said, “See you later Premiere.”
“Yeah, see ya.” Premiere waved to his younger brother.
“If you want son,” said Chris, “You can ditch school. You can go back home, I’ll give you access to my Mastercard, and you can order up to a thousand dollars of whatever you want.”
“An apology costs nothing.” Said Premiere flatly
“Okay, I am sorry. I am really sorry for assuming what I did and for saying what I said to you. I love you son, and I am not ashamed of you. I just do not want you to be taken advantage of by anyone.”
“But that is not who Cousin Jabari is and it is sad that you and Uncle Quamie would even have that thought in your heads about him.”
“Yeah, we really fucked up, but I’m going to make it up to him.” Said Chris, “But the offer still stands. You can have a day home buying anything you want offline.”
“Dad, I want to go to school and be around my friends.”
“I tried,” said Chris turning into the parking lot of the high school. “Behave yourself, and we might have to postpone the trip to the clinic until later in the week, but it is going to happen. I love you son.”
“I still love you, Dad.”
As Chris was backing out of the lot, he noticed the lanky, slightly shorter than Premiere, dark skinned young man with free form plaits take Premiere by the hand. Premiere smiled from ear to ear as he and his friend walked together, hand in hand, inside the school building.
“What fucken now?” asked Jayson as his phone started ringing.
It was past noon before Jaleek had managed to get himself together well enough to get on the road and return to Virginia. Jayson, having made the decision to give the laptop to Quamie and Chris and let them decide what to do with it, only wanted to gather his things from Quamie’s house and return to Greensboro. He was on the fence whether or not he wanted to be around any of his cousins again. He regretted ever watching those videos. Jayson wanted to scrub the Circle of Amor tattoo that he had been so proud of off of his skin.
“Taheim?”
“Cuz, I am so sorry you did not get to see me yesterday. I am off restriction and can receive visitors now. I would really like to see you.”
“I was planning to… you know what, I will be there in about an hour; you want anything?”
“Could you bring a brother some Cool Ranch Doritos and a Cherry Pepsi?”
“Sure, Cuz, See ya soon.”
“You’re so damn beautiful,” said Chris admiring Jabari’s naked body, “Truth be told, you’re the best looking one of us.”
“Stop lying.” Said Jabari, who wasn’t used to compliments. Me, Chris, Jayson, and Breon all being lighter complected were always doted on.
“Nigga, where is the lie? You got that pretty ass butter brown skin, those big, beautiful, hazel eyes, all that thick curly black hair, and those cute ass dimples. Your ass even got pretty feet with cute fucken toes.” Chris began licking the arch of Jabari’s right foot and sucking his toes.
“Shit! That’s my erogenous zone!” Moaned Jabari
“Nigga, every spot on your horny ass body is an erogenous zone,” Smiled Chris, “You want some of this good ass?”
“You know damn well I do.” Panted Jabari
“You gotta lick it, before you stick it.”
“Gladly,” Said Jabari bending Chris over, parting his cheeks, and inserting his tongue deep inside of Chris’s eager hole.
“Damn, your tongue is long and thick as hell” Moaned Chris
“I got something longer and thicker.” Said Jabari spanking Chris’s ass with his hard dick, “You ready for it?”
“Hell yeah; that mother fucker is heavy too. Stick me Nigga! Fuck me like I’m your bitch.”
Jabari wasn’t used to Chris being so blatantly submissive, but he damn sure wasn’t going to turn down the chance, since he hardly ever got the opportunity to top anyone other than Jayson.
“Bounce on my shit.” Said Jabari holding his massive cock for Chris to mount it. “Ooooh! Goddamn, your bussy is too fucken good.” Jabari’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as Chris’s tight, wet hole slid up and down on his dick.
Chris leaned in and kissed Jabari. Tears ran down his cheeks. The sex was extraordinary, but the man he wanted inside of him had all but admitted to being in love with another man. As good as Jabari was fucking him, Chris could not get past the hurt.
“You okay?” Asked Jabari noticing Chris’s crying
“Yeah, Nigga,” Sniffed Chris, “Lay me on my back and slut me out; fuck me harder than I’ve ever fucked you.”
Jabari did not question what motivated this side of Chris, he just took advantage of the situation. Jabari spread Chris’s legs wide as he drilled him. Hearing Chris produce loud, tear- filled, effeminate sounding screams made Jabari pump faster and harder.
“J-J-Jabari, I’ma cum, I’ma cum!” stammered Chris shaking from head to toe as his dick erupted like a shaken bottle of soda. Chris’s asshole released its cream, streaming thick and foamy down Jabari’s monstrously engorged cock.
Jabari, taking advantage of the opportunity given to him, pulled out and shot his load full blast in Chris’s gaping mouth and all over his face.
“Hey, you creamed my dick, I creamed your face.” Smiled Jabari, shaking his heavily glazed dick at a frowning Chris.
“Whatever, Nigga, hand me that towel.”
“You good, Chris?” asked Jabari tossing him the blue beach towel from the foot of the bed. Jabari’s brain cringed as Chris wiped his face with the same towel that Jabari had used that morning to wipe up the cum from the blow job he’d received.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” asked Chris, casually tossing the towel onto the floor. Chris laid back, resting his head on one of the pillows. Cum remnants still stained his stomach, clung, web like within his pubic hair, and stuck to his inner thighs.
“I don’t know,” said Jabari lighting a joint, “You have been sober for like four months, you seem to still be having issues in your marriage, your oldest son came out as omnisexual, and Quamie and Breon seem to be head over heels all of a sudden.”
“Quamie don’t love that mother fucker.” Said Chris trying to convince himself as he spoke the words out loud.
“Chris, Quamie don’t love you either,” Said Jabari taking a drag “Not the way that you love him. I care about you, Chris, that’s why I am telling you the truth. What you want with Quamie cannot be and what Quamie wants with whomever, it isn’t what he wants with you. I am sorry, but somebody needs to tell you. I wish that Quamie had the decency to do so.” He passed the joint to Chris.
“You know what, you’re the smartest one in the bunch. Me, Jayson, and now Breon all caught feeling for that nigga. You never did; why is that?”
“Because the whole while he was fucking Jayson, he was lying to us. When Trineece took him back, he didn’t give a shit about Jayson, which snapped Jayson out of his little love spell. The last couple of months of Cooley’s life and sometime after, he was sniffing around that male nurse’s draws, none of us could barely get so much as a phone call. Then, soon as whatever happened to end that situation, he took to Breon. I could never fall for Quamie, because Quamie is selfish as hell and only deals with people out of convenience. I will fuck him and let him fuck me because that is a mutual exchange, but ain’t no emotions going into that shit. I love Quamie, but I will never allow myself to fall in love with him.”
“It is what it is,” shrugged Chris passing the joint back to Jabari “I want some ass now; let’s fuck.”
“You’re deflecting,” smiled Jabari putting out the joint, “But I damn sure ain’t gonna refuse.”
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