To start let me thank my editors from the volunteer editor program, brucru and kenjisato. They helped turn my musings into a story. Any errors in spelling, grammar, or otherwise are mine by virtue of not taking their excellent advice.
That said this is the second of an unknown number of chapters in an interracial, group sex, and female-to-female incest story. Not every story will include every theme, with the exception of interracial sex. If you aren't comfortable with some of those themes this series may not be for you.
Chapter 2
Sun poured through the window and illuminated a twin bed on one side. The teenage girl first pulled a fuzzy blanket over her mahogany face and groaned before grunting at the inevitable, and flipping it down, revealed a tight green tank-top which stretched over her breasts. The fabric was thin enough to show the glow of her skin through it along with the two dark points of her nipples poking through.
Turning her face toward the other side of the room, and with eyes still closed, her voice croaked, "Dee-Dee, I swear, if you are sitting there watching me sleep, I will smother you tonight."
Her eyes cracked open and saw her twin sister sitting cross-legged on her bed along the opposite wall, watching her sleep. The other young woman was dressed for the day already, in another one of her sundresses, this time, a light blue one with white palm fronds. Deandra smiled back at her sister, Daisha, and the idle threat that was issued multiple times a week.
"Wakey, wakey, my sunshine." Dee-Dee laughed at the proffered middle finger that was the immediate reply. "If you won't wake up, then you won't get the latest news."
"Spying on momma again?"
"That is hurtful. I don't spy. I am simply observant."
"You are a fucking cat is what you are." Daisha sat up and pulled the blanket around herself like a cocoon, while watching her twin. "So, what did the cat hear this morning?"
"Well, for starters, it was last night."
"That matter at all in this story?"
"Details always matter, Daisha. Anyway, Momma called Ni-Ni last night."
"Why do you still use that nickname for our aunt?"
"Why do you still call me Dee-Dee? Shall I continue or not?"
A hand emerged from the blanket and waved her on, so she continued.
"Anyway, her and
Ni-Ni
were talking. Momma and James had some fun last night."
That caught Daisha's attention, and she sat up straighter under the blanket. Her green eyes came into sharper focus as her sister continued to speak.
Deandra continued, "So momma went over there with a plan to get him to eat her out. See if she could get him on his knees and submissive and shit. Apparently, he nearly threw her over his shoulders instead, and hung her there upside down, while enjoying his meal instead."
A nod told Deandra to continue. Neither of the girls was fazed by the discussion. With a shared wall between their mother's room and their own, the girls had heard many a lurid discussion between their mother and aunt. Deandra had been privy to more since her bed was on the shared wall. The sisters had learned the value of knowing when their mother was having sex, having good sex, and having no sex at all-- the three states directly fed her mood on any given week. The details of a story often revealing more about the quality of the sex, than any specific declaration about it one way or another.
"Anyway, he got rough with momma after that."
The blanket dropped from around Daisha's shoulders rapidly. "That motherfucker touched momma! I am going to call Little Eddy and Raycon and, oooh, Uggs owes me. They are gonna fuc--"
"Not that kind of rough. The kind momma likes. Sounds like he got more than a mouthful if you follow me."
"Oh. Well, if he does, Uggs still owes me after I got him hooked up with Faye at the start of the summer. Not my fault that didn't last, either."
"You hooking up anyone with a cock to Faye is about as easy as getting a dog to eat a steak. They are both looking for meat and they will both swallow it whole if they can." Deandra scratched her head and ran her fingers through the long, dark, natural hair. "Anyway, he used her mouth hard and aside from sharing the details with Ni-Ni, she said her throat was shot and had to get off the phone. Remember how she would talk about John a couple years back?"
"Which one? Red head John or..."
"Firefighter John. Well, she had that quality in her voice. Infatuated and more than a little in like with a new, big, white dick."
"Momma has such bad judgement when it comes to men." Daisha got up from her bed and shuffled the few steps across the room to sit next to her sister. She engulfed Deandra in the blanket and held her, while leaning against her shoulder.
Deandra rested her head on her sister's before continuing, "True. Gigi really don't like him. She got after him this morning, too."
The only response was a snort prompting her to continue.
"James was heading to work, same time as Gigi, and she kinda lit him up saying to stay away from us and momma."
"Goddamnit," Daisha muttered.
"He said he would stay on his side of the street." An undercurrent of mischief bubbled under the words and caused Daisha to sit up and lock green eyes with her doppelganger.
"That what he said?" A smile spread across her face. Full lips framed white teeth and a flash of pink as she licked her lips.
"Yep. But we been able to cross the street for years." Deandra matched the smile.
Pressing her sister to lie back on the bed as she responded, "Years and years. You know we may need to go talk to him about momma."
"For her own good. Of course." Deandra turned to her side letting her sister spoon against her back.
"But not until later. I want to sleep some more." As Daisha closed her eyes and slid into unconsciousness, the hand around her sister's waist slid up just enough to cup one breast, which was a long-established habit.
