****This is a story I published on my last account. It has a little less romance in it but I hope you enjoy. Im still working on the second chapter to Mason and Beatrice's story. It should be up soon.****
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Even from my room in the basement I could hear them arguing, it had been the fourth one that week. The arguments always came down to one thing, sex. Crazy enough it was my father who was denying my stepmom sex and not the other way around. Their bedroom in the ranch style house was right above mine which meant I could hear everything even if I did not want to.
"Christ Kristy I told you im tired! We can do it tomorrow." My dad sounded unconvincing even to me. It was awkward moments like this that made me wish I lived on campus or across town with my mom and sisters.
"Don't give me that shit Charles you say that every night. Is it because im fat?" Kristy's voice sounded strained as if she was holding back tears.
"Of course not baby." There he was lying, again.
Kristy had gotten fat but not by much. When they married she was around a size ten and now six years later she was a size sixteen. After her mom passed two years ago she started putting on weight. Some people use sex or religion to help them grieve, Kristy used food. I saw no problem with the weight gain it looked good on her. Her breast had gone from a b-cup to a d-cup. Her ass was bigger and so were her hips and thighs. She looked like the black women in rap videos.
If you asked me dad was lucky. If I had a curvacious black woman in my bed every night she would have to beat me off with a stick. My parents had the same problems after my mom had given birth to my twin sisters ten years ago. She had put on weight and couldn't manage to lose it shortly afterwards the arguments started and before long dad moved out and filed for divorce. Kristy, much like my mother was a really good woman. Educated, kind, hardworking, and a great housekeeper but because of my dad's unrealistic beauty standards their marriage would lead to divorce just like my parents.
"You were always a terrible liar Charles." After Kristy said that I heard their bedroom door slam and the basement door open.
We had a fully finished basement with two bedrooms, a bathroom, half kitchen, laundry room, and family room. After an argument Kristy usually came down there to watch television or do laundry. I heard the television turn on and shortly after heard muffled crying. I was just going to go to bed but her crying made me feel bad. Kristy deserved better than that. After a few more minutes I got out of bed, put on a pair of jogging pants, and went to console her.
She was sitting in our leather sectional in an almost see through nightgown with sequins around the breast. Her curled hair spilled down her right side, her head was in her hands as she sobbed. What a pity, she was all dolled up and instead of getting fucked all night she was down in the basement crying. I went to sit next to her and she looked up at me startled.
