Family Affairs Ch 01 2

A spin-off of my story Her New Neighbor, centering around Allen and Sheri's side of things. You don't really need to have read Her New Neighbor to get into this one, but of course it's always nice to have some added context. Hope you guys enjoy it.

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He was finally out.

After 3 years of incarceration, Andre Camby could finally step out back into the real world. Not the one he had put himself in when he stupidly decided to join his 'friends' for an armed robbery. Those assholes didn't spend the time behind bars that Andre did, benefitting from snitching on Andre and somehow getting him to take most of the blame. That was some vile shit from people he used to call boys, but that was his fault for going through with it in the first place.

He should've stayed around his brother Allen instead.

He held a bag over his shoulder that held a few things he had when he got locked up and watched as the chain link fence door closed shut behind him. He sighed and shook his head, glad that his life being cooped up in a small cell had finally come to an end. The sound of a car horn blared and he looked over to where the cars parked.

Andre could see a black arm waving out of a nice looking car and figured it had to be his brother. He moved his large 6'5 frame along. As he got closer to the car, his brother Allen stepped out.

"A nigga finally home." Allen smirked, dapping up his brother and pulling him in for a hug. "Welcome back, Dre." Allen said to his younger 28 year old brother.

After a few more seconds of a tight embrace, Andre pulled away with a light smile. "It's about time."

"You damn right it is bro." Allen nodded. "C'mon, we gotta bring your ass back around the block."

The duo took their respective spots in Allen's car and took off. "Where the fam at?"

"Mom had to go to work and Belinda is with Sheri at the crib." Allen explained, referring to his mother, sister and fiancé respectively.

"Oh damn, so I'm gonna go meet wifey already?" Andre asked. He had never met his future sister-in-law, only what Allen had shown him when he visited him in prison. "Still crazy you're marrying a chick much older than you. I mean, she bad and all but still crazy as fuck. Mad shit goes down when you're locked away."

"Hell yeah, it still surprises me even." Allen slowly nodded, turning the wheel of his car while his mind drifted away to his future wife. Damn he loved that older white bitch. "But we ain't going there yet."

"Nah?" Andre looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. "The fuck are we going then?"

Allen gave him a quick glance before chuckling. "Nigga, look at yo ass in the mirror. Ain't no way I'm letting you walk into my crib looking like that."

Andre pulled down the overhead mirror of the car and rubbed his chin, which was mostly covered with a bushy, unkempt beard. His head was also out of control too. He needed a haircut, bad. "You right. I look like shit, damn."

"You need a shape up bad, bro." Allen agreed. "We're going back to the hood to get you a fresh line up, then we can chill at my spot."

Andre settled back into his seat and looked out the window, wondering how much the world had changed in three years. His brother was still planning his success when he got locked up, now he had a house, a successful business opening a gym and now working on another location and he was also getting married. He missed moments with his family as well. He couldn't find himself losing any more precious time again.

"I need to get my ass back in shape too." Andre commented, patting the gut that appeared on his body during his stint in prison.

"We're gonna get you straight. Don't worry about it." Andre nodded at his brother, knowing his fitness freak of a sibling would get him right. His arms were thick, muscular and bulging, as he did spend time pumping iron while locked up, but Andre did end up filling out a bit in the stomach area and could definitely use some time in the gym sweating it out.

"Cool..." Andre needed to get himself in better shape, especially if he's gonna be around his brother more. "So I guess I'm stayin' at mommy's house tonight. Ain't been there in a minute."

"Yeah, you can stay there for a little bit, but we gonna get you situated in a new spot real quick." Allen told him as he turned a corner.

"Oh yeah?" Andre wondered what he meant by that.

"Yup." Allen nodded. "You my little bro, and I'm gonna have you working under me, especially now that I have this second location for my next gym. That means I can't have you working out of momma's house. I still have that nice apartment I leased out before moving in with Sheri, I'll have it transferred to you."

"Oh word?" Andre was shocked by that. "It's like that? Damn, thanks big bro." He was truly grateful to have a brother like Allen.

"It's all good, kid." Allen shrugged, a smile on his face. "I don't want you near the hood and need to get you away from any temptation."

"Good looks, nigga." an appreciative Andre replied. "I don't think you have to worry about me though, but I'll take it."

"I'm sure you've cleaned up your act." the older brother said. "But a big bro gotta look out for little bro. Your ass is out of the hood in a couple days."

"Thanks, man." Andre couldn't wait to switch up locations. He didn't know what it was like living outside of shitty neighborhoods, but he couldn't wait to find out. "Gotta find a place to move mommy out to as well."

"Yeah, I'm gonna hook her up. Working on that next."

"That's what's up." Andre didn't want to be the only one out of the hood. He wanted his family out too.

It was good to be home.

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"Well, I'll see you guys later. Take care Belinda." a very pregnant redhead said as she stepped out of the house.

"Bye girl." the tallest of the three women said. She was black, about 5'8 and held a glass of wine in her hand. She was also the youngest of the trio, being only 30. "Good to see you again."

"It was good to see you as well, hun." the forty year old, pregnant redhead named Shannon replied. "Sheri, I'll talk to you later."

"I'll talk to you too, sweetie." Sheri, also holding a glass of wine, stood beside the taller black woman. "Say hello to Lennox for me." she added, referring to Shannon's black boyfriend.

"I will, bye!" and with that, Shannon began her very short walk across the street to her home.

"Well..." Sheri sipped down some more red wine. "I do believe our men should be arriving soon at some point."

"I know, this nigga said he'd be coming to scoop me up around this time." Belinda, her dark hair in two thick boxer braids, followed the more petite Sheri back into the living room. She pulled out her phone from her tight fitting jeans which were struggling to keep in all of that black booty. "Aint hit me up once all day after leaving me here." she shook her head, referring to her boyfriend Darnell.

"I haven't heard from your dear brother either." Sheri sat on the couch, looking through her device as well. "But I know he'll be here at any moment."

"Niggas is always late. Can't trust a word they say." Belinda huffed, tossing her phone on the couch. "I wanted to see Andre before I got back home but your man is acting up, too, Sheri."

Sheri wondered about Allen. "I'm sure he'll be home soon, I sent him a text just now. I just hope he'll be back before we finish the rest of that bottle."

"Allen probably wanna have you drunk off yo' ass so he could lay that pipe on you." Belinda chuckled.

"Well it's getting there." Sheri drank some more and smiled at her much younger future sister-in-law. "But Allen doesn't need me drunk to have his way with me. Your brother... he's not someone I could ever turn down, Linda dear. Not with what he can do to me."

"Alright girl, you drinkin' too damn much. I ain't trying to hear how this nigga be dickin' you down. That's my brother."

The older white woman shrugged. "You brought it up."

"Yeah, my bad sis." she sighed, Belinda began walking to go find the bathroom. "I'll be back my ass gotta go bad now."

Sheri chuckled and watched her walk away. They had gotten to know each other much better throughout the months as Sheri met more of Allen's family. It shocked her how easy it was to get along with a black family. She was not raised to look at them as equals and even if some of that was still stuck in her head from growing up around extreme racism, she loved being a part of Allen's world.

She saw Belinda's phone light up and went over to go see, being a little nosy. Her boyfriend Darnell had texted, saying he's at the door. Placing her wine down, Sheri figured she might as well open it up for him since he'd arrived.

She was also prepared to deal with Belinda's very... touchy partner. Sheri knew he had a crush on her but didn't say anything, as she didn't want to upset the family and didn't want Darnell hurt, as Allen would have no problem taking care of him.

The small, short haired blonde opened the door to reveal a surprised looking Darnell.

"Yo, where my bitch at?" the six foot tall black man asked. Sheri sighed but smiled at the, admittedly, good looking black guy.

"She'll be down soon, she's in the bathroom. Come in."

Darnell smiled wide when she allowed him entrance. "Thanks Sheri, how you doing today? Allen around?"

"No, he's not." Sheri rolled her eyes, immediately feeling his hands snake around her to pull her in for a hug. "Dammit, Darnell."

"Good to see our future family member again." The bald headed, but clean shaven boyfriend of Belinda's said, holding her tightly against him.

"You saw me when you dropped her off earlier." Sheri reminded him, recalling the hungry glares she received every time he would come around.

"Oh shit, that's true." Darnell smirked. "Still good to see you."

"I'm sure." Sheri rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Belinda should be down soon."

"Oh word? She taking a shit or somethin'?" Darnell said, cracking up at his own joke.

"I don't know. Gross." Sheri said, attempting to push off the man but with no luck with her slim, five foot nothing frame. She felt his hands sneak down to grip on her leggings covered ass. "Will you cut it out?" Sheri cringed a bit when she felt his fingers dig into her.

"What? Just showing love to you, girl." Darnell jokingly replied. Looking down at the olive skinned white woman with short, parted bleach blonde hair, it always surprised him how attractive he found her when she was close to turning 46 years old. "Damn you got some nice lil' ass cheeks."

"It's not your place to show me 'love', sweetie." She felt his hand slither between her crack, his finger creating a gap in her thigh. With the influence of alcohol and his touching, she felt herself release a moan and that's when the siren went off in her head. She finally managed to pull away and jumped back from his hold. "Okay, darling, that's quite enough."

"Yo I heard that." Darnell remarked with a cocky grin on his face, bringing up the moan. "I was 'bout to get you nice and wet."

Truth be told, she was building up some moisture between her thighs, but he wasn't gonna know that. "You're quite the sleazy man, I feel sort of bad for Belinda."

"She gonna be alright." the cocky Darnell shrugged.

"Perhaps..." Sheri turned, not seeing how lustfully Darnell was staring at her small, tight ass but assuming that he was. "But... if I tell Allen how close you get to me, then that won't end up well for you sweetheart."

Darnell didn't let his face show it, but he knew damn well how much damage the 6'7, ultra muscular Allen Camby could inflict on him. "We ain't gotta do all that, you know we don't need no mo' drama 'round here, girl."

"We agree there." Sheri winked back at him, practically smelling the nervousness emanating from him. "So, let's go see if your beloved has returned."

And on cue, Belinda re-entered the living room when they did. "Damn nigga, I been tryna hit yo' ass up and I get no fucking responses. Where the fuck you been?!"

"I just been with the niggas, I told you girl." Darnell tried to explain as Belinda stepped up to him. "You know I just be with the homeboys."

Sheri doubted that considering how eager he was to touch up on someone who wasn't his girlfriend. She'd keep that to herself, though.

"Nigga the least you could do was respond, like damn how long a bitch gotta wait?" The black woman crossed her arms, upset with the man now reaching out to pull her in for a hug.

"Girl, chill." Darnell began. "My bad, but it's all good though. I'm back." This time the touchy Darnell now grabbed the only butt he was supposed to grab. "Now let's get your sexy thick ass home so I can start long dicking you down."

Belinda sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him, but began breaking down a bit when he started kissing the side of her face and neck. "Why you always be pissing me off but I let it go?"

"Because you know I got that big dick that be making yo' toes curl." Darnell said in a barely hushed tone.

"Yo shut up!" Belinda began to giggle as Darnell's hands snuck into Belinda's jeans. "Damn what you doin'?" Her man pulled her thong straps out of her jeans.

"Nothing girl..." They both began to whisper so only they could hear. Darnell's lips played with the dark skin of her neck. "You gonna suck a nigga's dick tonight?"

"Umm yeah, daddy, you know I got you." Belinda gave a goofy smile. "Whatever you tryna' do."

Sheri just sighed and looked away from the vulgar display. She shuffled and walked away back out towards the front door. As she got there, she heard someone unlocking it from the other side. The door then opened and two giant black men stepped inside, one of which Sheri was very close to!

Sheri smiled and hugged her darling Allen, playing with his goatee as she did so. "Nice to finally have you home again." she purred.

"Same, sorry we took so long." Allen apologized. "Had to make sure my brother was presentable to my fiancé and queen."

Sheri looked over and saw the person standing beside Allen, looking a little shy. He had a simple but nice button up shirt, new fitting jeans and boots to go along with a fresh new, short haircut. Sheri noticed he had a similar facial structure to Allen, and could even see some Belinda as well. But where Allen was bald, Andre was obviously not and where Allen had a body cut from granite with a ridiculous six pack, Andre didn't. He had a belly she could tell he acquired in prison, but it wasn't something Allen couldn't help him lose. His arms seemed to be in tremendous shape at least; it clearly showed where most of his yard time work outs were focused on.

Not a bad looking black bull, Sheri thought. Maybe he could be the one to 'loosen up' her younger sister. Her awfully annoying and racist younger sister. Hopefully, Andre had what it takes to seduce Martha and get her off her back, as weird as that was to think. Martha was going to have to get used to having a black side of the family, whether she liked it or not.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet the missing sibling. I assume you know who I am, so we'll skip all the formalities. How's the free world, dear Andre?" Sheri asked with a grin, still attached to Allen's hip.

"Oh, uh, damn I'm on the spot." Andre chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, it's nice to meet you. Big bro's lucky to get to marry such a beautiful lady." He wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say, but Allen just smirked.

"Very good start, sweetie." Sheri liked the compliment.

"But yeah, good to be back out and ready to change my life around with my brother's help." Andre continued. Sheri could feel he was genuine, even if she admitted she had her reservations about having a felon in her home.

"You have to start somewhere, love." Sheri nodded.

"Yeah I mean like..." Andre started to talk again but was interrupted when he heard someone yell.

"Oh my god, ANDRE!!" Belinda ran up from behind them and jumped into her brother's arms. "Yes! You're finally out! Glad your ass is back home again! Missed you so much!"

Allen and Sheri watched the scene and smiled as the brother and sister remained embracing each other, all while Darnell looked from the back, not as excited as everyone else since all he wanted was to fuck someone. Allen just nodded at Darnell, acknowledging his presence even though neither guy was a fan of the other. Allen was not a fan of his sister's choice in a partner but there was nothing he could do. Not his life.

"Oh, hey what's good?" Andre also looked over to Darnell. "You my sister's man right?"

"Yup, that's Darnell, we've been dating for well over a year now." Belinda explained.

"Oh okay, nice to meet you, homie." Andre waved at him.

"Good to finally meet you too, man." Darnell wasn't feeling that good to see him. Now he had two brother's to worry about. He was gonna have to keep his cheating ass ways even more below the radar.

"How about you both do some catching up before Darnell takes you both home?" Sheri spoke. "Come everyone, back to the living room." They all agreed and made their way back, all while Andre looked around and complimented the house his brother and Sheri shared.

Much to Darnell's dismay, their return back home would be delayed. Maybe he would have to relieve himself in Allen's bathroom.

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The next day, late in the afternoon, Sheri began shuffling around the house. She was finishing cleaning and getting rid of the last few items that were left behind from her last marriage. She needed to make space to accommodate whatever it was Allen was going to need it for. He had ideas about what he wanted to do with the place and Sheri was all for him changing things up. Whatever made him happy is what made her happy. That wasn't something she could say about her last husband.

She looked around the basement and now it looked incredibly spacious with damn near everything cleaned up. Sheri knew there was going to be a lot of gym equipment brought in and Allen was going to rearrange the bar area to more reflect his personality. She chuckled when she remembered how he'd removed every whisky bottle and replace them with Hennessy. That seemed appropriate, she thought.

Even though he had no hand in buying this house, nor was it even under Allen's name, though that would change after they get married, she didn't mind him taking over. For once, she had a man in her life she absolutely loved and wanted him to take control. Allen was the kind of king she was waiting for all her life.

She heard her doorbell ring and a smile slowly crept on her face. Sheri knew exactly who rang that doorbell. The bell rang a few more times as she made her way upstairs. Sheri glided on her feet and quickly reached for the door to open it and stood face to face with a woman about four inches taller than her with the assistance of her shoes.

She had bouncy, shoulder length flowing black hair with a gorgeous, youthful face despite the fact that she had just turned forty. She wore a long, yellow maxi dress that ended just over her ankles to expose her matching yellow, open toed louboutin heels that lifted up her feet. The dress also did little to conceal her very visible cleavage which consisted of two large, but fake silicone stuffed tits that were at the very least an E cup, depending on the bra of course. Although it appeared the woman chose to forgo the bra altogether today.

"Hello there, sister." Sheri spoke first with a grin.

"The bleach blonde hair and that style will just never work on you, sis." Martha shook her head, disgust clear as day on her face.

"Good to see you, too, Martha." Sheri's eyes rolled. The younger of the two didn't respond and just clicked her heels forward past Sheri. "So, what brings you here? You never come over to see your dear older sister, so to whom do I owe this visit?" Their sibling rivalry had yet to end and the bitterness between them was still going strong.