2001
"White or Brown," Alicia asked Gary as he sat cross-legged on the floor.
He leaned back on his hands, his face tilted to the left, then to the right.
"Neither, both are too short."
"Both are knee length, and both are baggy on me. That adds an extra inch."
She held the two gowns up to her chest, trying to convince her husband.
"Well, white is holy."
"I think it will be perfect." Alicia smiled.
Most women don't get blessed with a wonderful husband. She felt she had hit the lottery with Gary, who was attentive and devoted to the church. The latter was something that she felt was a must in her dating life. She had back-slid a few times in the past, but she was devoted. Her last oops was one of those mistakes you can't forget.
Her gorgeous brother reminded her of those bad choices whenever she turned the corner. Gary had proposed the two live with Alicia's parents until they could afford their own home. Gary didn't mind the arrangement. He hadn't had to suffer with her egomaniacal mother. He enjoyed and relished the round-the-clock services of the maids. Jeff had told her that her husband frequently went to the kitchen for extramarital relations, as did her father. That had made her find her way toward the guest room numerous times. She wasn't allowed to touch him, but she enjoyed being in his presence. Alicia bypassed the kitchen where the moans prevailed and knocked softly on Jeff's door.
"What?" His voice boomed through the door.
"What are you doing?" Alicia held her ear to the door.
"Studying." Another knock made him groan, "I'm alone. Go away."
"I heard her moaning, and I have money, please, Jeff. I'm so miserable," Alicia whispered and rasped on the door again.
Jeff sighed in frustration and looked toward his girlfriend, who shrugged.
"You are the worst," she murmured as Jeff opened the door for his sister to enter.
"Thank you," she said, sitting on the chair by his desk.
"Don't speak," Jeff warned.
Alicia smiled and placed her finger on her lips.
Tracy sat on his bed, the comforter held around her chest. She looked at Alicia and waved. Alicia frowned her way, wishing Jeff would find another. She didn't care for the redheaded beauty; the young woman had too many tattoos. Her red hair was fiery, and she knew the woman didn't go to church just like her brother.
He had spent too much wasted time with Tracy. Alicia wanted to watch someone new.
"You said this wouldn't happen tonight." Tracy rolled her eyes.
"I'll make it up to you, okay? Just bend over," he ordered; he winked and smacked her ass playfully.
"Can you fuck her in missionary?" Alicia asked.
Alicia had already found her way toward her panties, caressing her covered crotch. She looked toward her Brother as he turned to face her. His dark eyes melted her, and he had now started to wear facial hair on his jaws. Alicia didn't like it, only because it turned her on even more.
Jeff rolled his eyes as Tracy turned to lay on her back.
"Anything you want me to say?" Tracy giggled.
"Shut up," Jeff instructed Tracy, pointing toward her to behave.
The privilege of being his girlfriend was coming to his house. The downside to fucking at his home was that his sister sometimes came to watch. It had been a shock to Tracy, but then she remembered Jeff's coercion to get her to masturbate at a Barnes and Noble. Her boyfriend enjoyed risky sex, and she was just happy to be his one and only.
Jeff bit his lip and stared into his girlfriend's blue eyes. Her pussy clenched his cock tightly.
"Mmm," she moaned and wrapped her arms around Jeff's upper body.
Alicia sighed as he drove deeper into her. She felt her heart plunge as Tracy now wrapped her legs around him.
Tracy groaned and spread her legs wider. His dick was outstanding, and she wanted more.
"Stop, relax. You know she likes me to go slow," Jeff whispered, letting his body fall onto hers.
He nuzzled her ear before taking a bite of her neck.
"You feel so good, babe," Tracy whimpered.
Tracy relished the slow strokes letting her hands graze over his rigid back. He rolled his hips seductively, and she felt the need to bite his shoulder. He chuckled, his body lifting to smile at her, "Stop running."
Jeff grunted low, keeping his slow seductive strokes, knowing his sister was enjoying his performance.
"Don't hold back, Cum on this cock," he whispered around her lips.
Their lips collided in a soft kiss that matched the slowest sex they had had in a while. Usually, it was more complex and brutal; just before she arrived, Jeff had throat fucked her in bliss. Making love to her hot boyfriend, who would have been excellent had they not had an eyewitness.
Regardless, Tracy could feel her thighs filling with tension, "Ah, fuck, yes, yes."
Alicia's voice rocked her focus. "No cursing, please."
Tracy's expression turned bitter, and she glared at Jeff, "Seriously?"
"Stop. You know she doesn't like it," Jeff ruled.
Tracy rolled her eyes, and it shouldn't have mattered what his sister liked. He wasn't fucking her.
Alicia scanned their connected bodies in amazement. She gazed longingly at the muscles that etched Jeff's muscular back. His toned ass shifted as he moved inside of the whore.
Alicia stayed quiet with no moans as her fingertips swiped at her hard clit. Flicking the bean to match his slow, focused strokes, if she had her way, she would be closer. If life were fair and reasonable, it would be her underneath his large hard body.
"Ahh, God!" Tracy moaned out loudly.
Alicia's expression soured, and she removed her hand and stood up quickly from the chair.
Jeff groaned before the words came out of his sister's mouth, "Do not take the lord's name in vain, harlot!"
Alicia stormed out of the room in a hurry.
Jeff glared at Tracy disappointedly, "What the fuck?"
"What? She's gone now, Jesus. I'm starting to think you like her freaky ass."
"Shut up," he groaned and shoved his dick harder inside her.
He could grumble about his sister's fetish until he was blue in the face, but if someone else did, he didn't approve.
Sunday morning, the family gathered around the table for a morning brunch; everyone had eaten by the time Jeff joined the dining room. He ruffled his little brother's hair before taking a seat. The boy moved chairs to sit beside his older brother and father at the top of the table.
"Good morning, son," Carl announced with a smile behind his paper.
"Good morning, Carl," Jeff greeted.
Carl nodded and adjusted his newspaper, and he wasn't sure when his son's resentment would die down. Marla had assured him after a while that his son would open up and their bond would return.
"Hey Carl," Ray giggled.
"Raymond, that is no way to speak to your father!" Alicia shouted.
Jeff chuckled, "He needs to know his real name eventually, isn't that right, dad?"
Carl smiled, and his heart leaped at the title, "Listen to your brother Alicia; he's going to be head of the house one day."
Jeff winked at Alicia.
"What about Gary?" She looked toward her husband, who kept his head down to his plate.
"Gary will play a significant role in this family, but he's not blood."
Alicia looked at Jeff, "Where's your girlfriend this morning?"
"Alicia, must you question your brother every chance you get? It's rude." Her mother chastised her.
"I saw her last night, and I wanted to see her again before she left."
"She slept over? Jeff, I've told you I don't feel like that is a decent idea. I know you are a grown man, but-"
Carl interrupted his wife, "He is a grown man, Milly."
"It won't happen again, mom, thanks to certain circumstances," he looked toward Alicia's panicked expression.
"I am now single," Jeff mumbled, bouncing his brother on his knee.
Alicia was upset; without a woman to loop them together, she could no longer watch him.
"Oh, that's too bad, Jeff; I am sorry to hear that." Milly frowned at Alicia, "Let's keep Jeff in our prayers today. Heartbreak is an illness that the lord can fix, Jeff."
"Maybe he will fix it, maybe it will fix itself," he gave his stepmother a dazzling smile.
Milly blushed and fanned, "You have a way with words; you should start coming to church. You would be a wonderful preacher, Jeff."
Jeff chuckled at the woman, giving her another quick wink, "Maybe I should try it, mom."
Milly smiled broadly but lowered it a bit as her husband stood.
"Will you join me today, or are you going to church with the ladies?" Carl asked.
"Neither. I'll happily help Miss Marla with her cleaning duties like I do every Sunday." Jeff smiled at his father's negative attitude.
"So charitable and Christ-like," Milly admired.
Carl was slightly uncomfortable with how much time his son spent with his mistress. But he nodded and kept his stride to his office for a stiff drink before his rounds of golf.
After brunch, the women and Ray set off to church, and Jeff went into the kitchen.
"I got bacon, eggs, and a pot of grits on the stove."
"Thanks, Marla," he began eating quickly.
Every Sunday, Jeff went to church, not with his father's real family but instead with his side one. Marla had introduced Jeff to his half-brother last year. The two young men hit it off immediately, and he enjoyed spending Sundays with her family.
"Milly took butter off the grocery list and traded it for margarine. Before long, she'll have you all eating cardboard and paper shavings." Marla clicked her tongue.
"Do you cook for my dad too?"
"No, but he sure loves to eat," Marla laughed.
"I do, too," he grinned lustfully at her in the dress.
She looked at him and shook her head, "No, your young ass can't do anything over here."
"Wanna bet?"
"Derek would beat me and you if we broke his heart like that."
"I know, Miss Marla. I am only messing around."
He was, but if he had his way, he could bend her over and wear that pussy out. She was an attractive woman with a toned body and a beautiful round ass.
"Plus, I get a taste of you, might end up crazy as hell like your sister. No thanks." Marla laughed. "I heard that girl knocking last night and had to tell Gary it was a bird."
"How much Gary give you this time?"
His brother-in-law was constantly bribing the maids for sex. Jeff wished the man would learn to fuck his wife right so she would leave him alone.
