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.
* * * * * *
"Good morning, Gilly!" A woman in her late forties got up from behind the desk and walked to meet Gisella Berry in the middle of the reception area. They hugged each other quickly before stepping back to a comfortable distance. The women were the same age, though Gisella had a more youthful air about her, dressed in a conservative but stylish green skirt and blue floral blouse with low heels of the same shade, which popped against her obsidian body. The clothes were fitted without being tight and showed the woman still had a firm body with curves that would draw attention from men, whether she cared for it, or not.
"How is the new boss working out, Sharla?" Gisella looked around the office and its familiar worn and outdated decor. She had been working with the local urban development group for over a decade, and spent many long afternoons in the small set of offices
"Good. You know he was here before I was this morning. Came in and found him already in his office, going over the last two quarters' financials. No nonsense or do-gooderism in this one. Unlike..." Her voice drifted, and both women nodded in a shared annoyance at the former director, who was full of ideas with no clue how to execute any of them; the woman had been part of a revolving door for leadership over the last few years.
"Who would have thought the board would hire someone competent this time. I swear those three haven't got the slightest idea what this place is for." Disdain for the directors would have scorched the carpet under their feet if her words had physical form.
A broad grin spread across Sharla's face, as she shifted the conversation, "I heard you have a new neighbor. Some white man?"
"Gossips all over this neighborhood. This time, though, they are right. I met him as he was moving in on Saturday. He is trouble."
"Oh? So sure already? Word is, he is kind of cute." A hint of mischief creeping into the woman's voice.
"Maya was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Or a fly to a horse apple. If that doesn't speak volumes, I am not sure what else does." While she did not frown, a tightness around her eyes screamed her disgust for those that knew her well.
"Judge not Gilly--"
"Sharla, I haven't seen you in church in months, and last I heard, Frank has practically moved into your house. Has his divorce finalized yet?"
Sharla swallowed hard as the words cut her off, and she stared at Gisella like the woman had slapped her. Several seconds passed before she spoke again, this time in a clipped tone, "I believe you can go in when you are ready, Gisella." In silence, the secretary moved back to the desk and did her best to ignore Gisella.
Casting a hard look at the back of Sharla's head, Gisella smoothed her dress and ran her hands through her loose, long hair as a way to soothe her own nerves. Walking quickly down the short hall to the director's office, she knocked on the door frame before stepping inside to introduce herself.
"Good morning I am Gisella--"
"Berry." James Temple stood up and walked from behind the desk with an extended hand. "How are you this morning, Ms. Berry?"
Gisella stood, in shocked silence, with her neighbor towering over her in the small office. Her breath caught, while trying to reconcile the perception of the arrogant man she had met this weekend with the individual, who was standing in front of her, leading an organization she cared deeply about.
"What are you doing here?"
"Working. Well, trying to work. There is a lot to untangle from the last few years and I am still looking to meet good partners in the community, who can help me learn what this area truly needs." His hand dropped to his side when she made no move to accept his offered handshake.
Still staring up at him, the words burst out in reply, "No. Unacceptable."
"Pardon?" Color flushed into his ivory cheeks.
"You can't work here, James. Be in charge here."
