I turned the TV down and listened harder. Either my mind was playing tricks on me, or my ears were deceiving me... or... I tried not to turn it down too much to make it obvious, but I was still unsure.
I reached for my silk night dress, careful not to make any loud noises; specifically, to keep my flimsy bed frame from rocking. The dress fondled my nipples, already hardened by the night breeze whistling through my window. Softly with my glossed lips, I blew out the flickering candles, next to the half-eaten container of strawberries on my nightstand, before tiptoeing barefoot across my cool bedroom floor.
I knew it was time to take my ass to bed when I glanced at myself in the mirror-- ears open, my neck stretched out like an ostrich; a sexy ostrich, though. My skin was sparkling; I smelled like baby oil and cocoa butter; my white teeth complemented my deep dimples to a science; plus, my titties bounced, and my ass jiggled whenever I walked. God had worked hard on this masterpiece. The Glow Up was real. I had come a long way, from that flat-chested unattractive version of myself.
I started back towards my bed when I heard it again. I rested my ear against the wall to hear heavy breathing and faint knocking. I just know he ain't in there fuckin', I thought to myself. My heartbeat quickened at the thought alone, as I attempted to create a visual in my head. A small part of me wanted to bang on the wall; the larger, weird part of me, though, wanted to hear what would happen next. Of course, the weird part of me prevailed.
"Baby," she moaned, in a whisper; her soft, sweet voice penetrated the thin wall.
I could pinpoint that voice, even in a room full of chit-chat-- my ex-BFF, Key. We had a falling out when I found out she was hooking up with my twin brother, Nasir. Clearly, our friendship didn't mean much, 'cause here she was, with her li'l fast ass, at it again.
Key was my 'little me'. I practically raised that girl-- taught her women's hygiene; how to carry herself; I even gave her the confidence that she once lacked. Plus everything in between. I was mom.
I felt some type of way, she had hid it from me. Forget hiding it, she had never asked for my blessing to fuck my brother, to begin with. In my eyes, she had done the unforgivable. They had done the unforgivable. The bond between Nasir and me had been broken before he and Key hooked up; it was just extra icing on the cake. Even though I was only a few minutes older, I pretty much raised Nasir also.
How she sound? Fuck, she sound like calling him 'baby'. That is MY baby.
I'd be lying if I told you I didn't miss them. It was killing me inside, but I couldn't shake the disloyalty.
I re-lit the candles and sat comfortably on my plush ottoman, throwing back strawberries, listening to my twin and my ex-BFF getting it on. I tried, but I couldn't stop listening. I was being held against my will, by my own manipulative body.
The headboard greeted the wall with firm consistent knocks.
What if Vee hears them, I thought. Vee was our stepmother, and her room was directly beneath his.
"You like that baby?"
Key's angelic voice was attractive and addictive; my thighs grew warm and heavy.
Why she keep calling him baby? I was becoming irritated. Suddenly; everything grew more intense. The moaning was more frequent, and inviting. The knocks were louder, with a distinct rhythm. The pace had surely accelerated.
"I'm about to cum!" she blurted out loudly, her voice clear, and with urgency.
That's when I lost it.
I dropped my strawberries, and damn near choked on the one in my mouth; as my legs decided to part ways, with a mind of their own. My heart was attempting to kick a hole through my chest; my nipples were tingling; my pussy felt like a water slide. My li'l miss phat ma was throbbing, begging for some love, as I surfed my nails gently up and down my quaking thighs, with my head dropped back.
I blew myself a kiss in the mirror, and watched as my tongue swirled around the strawberry, kissing it wherever my plump, shiny lips would land.
Would you believe me if I told you the strawberry was kissing me back?
Tongue locked and all, I was deepthroating the fuck outta that strawberry, gagging every time it touched my tonsils. I loved the way it fucked my mouth; fruit juice and saliva dripping down my face and neck, into my hair.
"Fuuuuuck," I moaned, in sync with li'l Miss Disloyal, who was riding Nasir like a horse.
"Stop running from me!" she laughed, turning her trot into a gallop.
I couldn't help but try to imagine how their naked bodies intertwined looked; I wished I was a fly on the wall. I rolled my eyes and cleared the thought from my mind, knowing I would never see the real thing, and all I could do was imagine.
My lonely pussy blessed the ottoman with wetness that soaked through the fabric. I was proud of my little sticky icky water slide. I dropped the demolished strawberry, to show li'l miss phat ma the love she had waited patiently for; the attention she so desperately needed, and had been deprived of for some time.
The headboard repeatedly slammed into the wall. Fast, and hard. The moaning no longer came in the form of whispers.
Either Vee wasn't home, or drunk outta her mind, somewhere snoring, 'cause there was no way she didn't hear this shit. When she wasn't at work, she was always somewhere, crying, dealing with her tainted relationship. She had her issues, with no time, or care to rekindle Nasir, and myself.
They sure seemed to be enjoying each other's company. What if they fall in love? What if they are already in love? What if they run off together, and never love me again? That's MY LOVE! I thought to myself, growing angry, and horny at the same time. Is this the fucking thanks I get?
"I'm about to cum on that dick... MY dick," Key bragged.
I twitched my lip up and rolled my eyes at the wall. The more she spoke, the wetter and more pissed off I got. I wanted to violate myself to the sound of her voice and beat that ass at the same damn time. She gave me 'eargasms', with a side of 'fuck that hoe'.
"Mmm, yeah baby."
And now here he goes with that 'baby' mess. I slapped my thigh in frustration, scrunching up my face; how he even sounded, calling this bitch 'baby'.
"Cum for me," Nasir's heavy, hard voice spoke at a low volume.
That was the 'fuck it' for me. I held my hand over my mouth, as I inserted two fingers inside myself. "Hmmmm," I murmured, as I penetrated myself, trying to hold in the sound of my pleasure. My wetness had a voice of its own, though; it sounded like mac-and-cheese, and there was no holding that sound in.
Too little too late, though.
"Mmmmm, I'm cummin'."
