Authors: Lolah Lace
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning I woke
up to the concrete fact that Nicki had stayed the entire night. I let her sleep in because I had really worn her out. I literally fucked her all night long. She could barely move. Sometime around three a.m. I went and invaded her again. I did it hard. I did it soft. I did it until I couldn’t do it anymore. My cock was dead. I needed a defibrillator to jolt the King back to life.
I
made breakfast and only woke Nicki so she could eat. I made blueberry pancakes just like I used to make for Hailey. We both sat quietly at my kitchen table and ate together.
I was riding high in Blisstown USA when there was a knock on the door. What the fuck mad
e me so popular all of a sudden?
“Hang on.” I said to Nicki as I went to see who was at my
front door.
I opened the door to my younger and only brother Ryan. He looked terrible but I seen him look worse. His eyes were
more or less clear. He may be sober.
“Ryan what do you want?” I brutally asked.
I wasn’t in the mood for crackhead conversation. He pushed his way inside and I almost grabbed his arm but I caught myself.
“I’ve been clean for a few days and I came over to see what you were up to.”
“I’m busy. Now is not a good time.”
“
Whose Benz is in your driveway?”
“None of your business,
I’m busy. You need to leave.”
“Hey is that pancakes I smell? It’s lunchtime. You got a girl in here?”
“Ryan, get out before I smash your face into my fist.”
Ryan took off running. He ran straight into my kitchen. I jetted out behind him but he was already in the kitchen staring down at Nicki and she was staring up at him. Fuck! She was in my t-shirt so she had something on. She was sitting on her ass so Ryan wouldn’t get the same look at her cakes that Tony got yesterday.
“Hey, I’m Ryan. Luke’s brother.” He said as he extended his hand to Nicki.
Nicki looked at me first and then at Ryan. She shook his hand. He took the seat
that was mine just minutes ago, the seat that was directly across the table in front of Nicki.
“Ryan.” I said to warn him of my wrath.
“I’m Nicole.” She said. I guess it was clear that I wasn’t doing any introductions.
“N
icole did you make the pancakes? They smell great.” Ryan was grinning.
“No, no, Luke made them.”
Ryan picked up my fork and helped himself to what was left on my plate. “They are great.” Ryan said with a mouth full of pancakes.
Nicki looked up at me like I was acting strange. She pulled out the vacant chair next to her and I took her cue to plant my ass in it.
“Ryan, what are you doing here?” I asked as pleasantly as my mouth could muster.
“Luke, I just came to visit. I didn’t know you had company over. I barely see you and since I am only allowed over here when I’m clean and sober, I’m here.”
“How long you been clean?” Nicki asked my brother and my eyes shot straight to her face. Why was she talking to him?
“Shit, oh sorry. It’s been two weeks.”
Ryan answered as he drowned the remaining pancakes with syrup.
“You told me a few days.” I corrected.
“Hard to keep track.” Ryan stuffed more food in his mouth. “So
how long you been seeing my brother?” He winked.
“Long enough.” Nicki smirked. I knew she could handle Ryan. I just didn’t think she should have too. I knew that as soon as he left my place he was going to run over to our parents’ house and blab this to our mother. He was loving this moment. He was going to exaggerate this whole thing.
“You know Nicole. You don’t look like any of Luke’s ex-girlfriends.”
My leg started to shake. I was getting mad
as hell. Nicki sensed this and she placed her hand under the table on my knee. She looked at me and smiled.
She glared back at my stupid douchey ass brother.
“So Ryan, are you saying that all Luke’s ex-girlfriends were white?”
“Yeah but that’s not what I mean.”
“What do you mean?” She asked with a smile that was scary to me because I had seen her snap a man into pieces with her words. I knew Miss Nevels the devil.
“Every girl he every dated had blonde hair and blue eyes. I always thought it was weird but he had a type and I almost pee’d my pants when I saw you.”
“You
said every girl was blonde with blue eyes?”
“Yes mam, every single girl.
He was always rocking a life-size Barbie doll.”
“I think I understand Luke. He had a thing for blonde girls and now he’s graduated to women.”
“Shit yeah. You are seriously a grown up. I saw your very grown up ride in the driveway.”
“Is that right?” Nicki started rubbing my leg. She rubbed all the way up to my barely covered cock. Shit I was
rock hard in loose boxers shorts under the fucking kitchen table.
“You are prettier but that’s just my opinion.” Shut the fuck up Ryan.
“Thank you.” Nicki said graciously but wasn’t moved by his compliment.
“Is my brother using you for your money?”
“No, Luke pays for everything.”
“Yeah he does. A lot of those previous girlfriends have used him. He’s much too generous with the ladies.”
“I think he’s learned his lesson.” I loved the way Nicki always stood up for me. She was like my own personal team Luke cheerleader.
I tried to keep my eyes open as Nicki’s fingertips grazed the head of my cock. My newly clean and sober brother was none the wiser. I think he was too shocked by Nicki’s presence to notice what was going on under the table.
“Well I hope so. He’s seems good. I’m not sure why you’re with him. He’s kind of a loner.”
“I like loners plus I use him for his body.” Nick
i tugged the tip of my cock and I always shot a load right out. She’s not wearing any panties. I can’t stop thinking about that fact.
“
Ha, you’re funny.” Ryan was grinning and Nicki was completely straight faced. This is weird.
“So Ryan you ate
pancakes. You embarrassed Luke. What else you got planned for the day?” Nicki candidly asked.
“I don’t
know. I will probably go see our mother.” That was a jab at me, little shit.
“You should try to stay clean too.”
“Shit yeah. Of course, one day at a time. Well I’m going to go and let you too get back to whatever you were up too.”
“We were eating?” I grunted.
“Right.” Ryan stood. “It was nice to meet you Nicole.” He was smiling so widely that I would’ve punched him in the face if my cock wasn’t hard under the table. “Luke you got a few dollars I could hold?”
“
Never, I fed you. See yourself to the door.”
My stupid brother waved at Nicki l
ike they were cool or something just because she entertained his meth-head antics.
Nicki waved back and Ryan stumbled his way out of my kitchen. I heard the front door close and I hopped up on my feet.
I grabbed Nicki out of her chair and put her on top of the table. I lowered my boxers and was inside her pussy in a flash. I was ramming her with my cock. There’s no way she’s going to let me hangout inside her as much as I want to. It feels so good. I need to check myself before I wreck myself.
Later th
at same day Nicki and I ate a few pieces of birthday cake. She told me she thought it was highly most fucked up, that’s what her words were, highly most fucked up that Ryan didn’t know it was Hailey’s birthday. Not really I thought. My family is fucked up. My parents didn’t acknowledge it either. It has been my experience that people generally don’t care.
***
I
t was only three days later when I was summoned to my parents’ house with a phone call. My father invited me over. I knew he was put up to this by my mother. I loved my father but he had no backbone whatsoever. My mother had him by the balls and not in a good way.
I had a key that I never used because I hated going home. It depressed me
before I was depressed and now I’m back in my childhood home.
My mother had made dinner and her cooking was
shamefully terrible. It’s strange when you realize how gross your mother’s food is. Eating at other kids houses was my first indication that my mother’s food sucked. Tony’s mother’s food was superb.
Like the good son I
am, I sat at the table and eat what was placed in front of me. I chewed my food and waited for mother to voice her opinion about something.
“How’s work going?” My mother asked. This was the first question she always asked.
“Good.”
“Ryan tells me you have a new girlfriend.”
“That’s what he tells you?”
“Well yes, he said he met her. He said she was a black girl with a Mercedes Benz, a big one. He said it was the one that cost a lot of money.”
“He said that, huh.”
“Luke?”
“Yes.”
“Well is it true? Are you seeing some rich black girl?”
“
Seeing?” I chuckled. I’m doing much more than seeing.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing mother, you know a car doesn’t make you rich?” Nicki was rich, upper middle class but my family didn’t have to know that. “I’m seeing someone. She happens to be black.”
“Is
this some phase you’re going through because of what happened to you?”
“What happened to me?”
“You’re daughter died. Is this some rebellious phase?” I’m thirty-three. Is this a joke?
“A phase? No mother I actual like this woman. It’s not a phase.” I faked a smile.
“You know Rebecca is out of jail.”
“No I didn’t know. I’m sure if you forgave her she
would be with you. I really loved her when you two were together.”
Honestly you like the bitch that got hammered and killed your granddaughter? “Mother
, Rebecca is married.”
“She would divorce that
guy in a heartbeat if she could have you back.”
The ludicrousness of that statement made me silent. “I’m not interested in Rebecca. I’m happy with the woman I’m with.”
“I see, you know that darky probably just wants you because you have money.”
Darky?
“Mother, she has more money than me. She lives in Bloombury Court.” I smiled on the inside when I saw my mother’s eyes grow large. “I knew this may be hard to believe but she actually just likes me although I have less than she does.”
“Well you’re white. That’s a step up for her.”
I looked at my stoic father. “She’s met Ryan. I’m sure I’m a good five flights of steps down from her.”
I took my mother awhile to get what I was saying. “So when are we going to meet her?”
“Never.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re racist.” Shit! That just tumbled out my mouth.
“Me, I’m not racist.”
“When did you stop being racist?” That was me being a smart aleck.
“I never was.”
“You don’t have to lie to me. You know absolutely nothing about politics and you hate Obama. I heard you say that he looks light a chimp and his wife looks like a monkey. Those statements are profoundly racist. Every comment you made about the woman I’m seeing was racist and you don’t even know her. Don’t even get me started on how many times I heard the N-word come from your mouth. I love you mother and you have the right to be racist. It’s a free country. You can hate whoever you want but there is no way I would subject my friend to racism. I care about her. I would never hurt her.”
“I would never say anything like that to her face. I worked a job with them for twenty years. I n
ever said those things to their faces.”
I sneered. This was my mother.
“Black people aren’t stupid. They know which white people are racist. They just ignore it because they don’t really care.” That was a direct quote from Tony, the black man that cares about me more than my own blood brother. He told me that a long time ago and I never forgot it. “Mother I’m not bringing her over here and yes that is my final answer.”
I ate
, no I choked my food down. Shortly thereafter I left and that seemed to be the end of it for now.
I spent most of my nights over at Nicki’s
place. I sometimes arrived at night when Kelly was asleep and other nights I came over early and I just stayed until Kelly went to sleep. I would creep into Nicki’s bed. I made sure I left before Kelly woke in the morning. I also stashed my pickup in the garage.
I had been doing this lovers
dance for the last three months and to my surprise Nicki was able to keep up with my sexual appetite. She never turned me down. This was new to me because I recall being in committed relationships where I had to beg girlfriends just to get laid once a week. One ex told me my cock was too big. That was the end of us. She could take my gifts but she couldn’t take the dick. Nicki took it all and loved it. I could relax.