Hi gang!! So sorry for the long time between stories. Been fighting life and writer's block. My absence has dulled some of my skills, but I'm trying this one out as a test balloon to get back in the swing of things. I admit it's not my greatest by far. But please bear with me. As always the people in this fiction are all over the age of 18, and the incestuous sex is consensual. If that is not your bag, leave now. For all others...ENJOY!!
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I hate living in "the hood." Contrary to what you might have heard from hip hop videos, living in "the hood" is the shits!! Let me tell you; unless you're a part of "the game" (guns, drugs, gangs, and whores), life in the hood is the pits for regular people. I for instance graduated 5th in my class out of High School. I played football, basketball and ran track. But I wasn't the tops in any of those sports. Thus, I couldn't get any scholarships to go to college. Worse yet, I got caught up in a drug sting where my best friend Rodney got pinched with 40 pounds of weed for sale. In order to get a lighter sentence, he rolled over on me. And even though the police never had any evidence against me, my public defender didn't put up any kind of fight against my charges and got me a plea deal for 3 years (Year and a half in, four years of probation). None the less, I have a record I didn't really earn on my own. I now have to try and work as best I can. Flipping burgers and frying chicken for a menial wage (most of which goes to my mother for rent, another part going to court), as well as hustling with old Mr. Roberson as a "maintenance apprentice," he calls it. "Underpaid personal slave," I call it. To make my life even worse, pussy in the hood is almost reserved for the worst of the worst in the neighborhood. Gangbangers and drug dealers seem to get the lion's share of women where I live. My sister Destiny was no different.
Growing up, Destiny was the typical little black girl in pigtails. Reading, writing, and exceling in school. Then in High school, she discovered boys and the desire to attract their attention. Almost overnight, her demeanor transformed along with her body. Before you knew it, the less she cared about grades, the less she started to wear. So, it came as no surprise that she got pregnant when she was 17. This revelation made my mother blow a gasket to no end. Yet, we welcomed my niece Aubrey into the family none the less. Even more so when her father got sent up the river for a 25 year stretch for drugs. But Destiny (never one to let a bad idea go untried), got pregnant a little over a year later. When Momma heard of the twins, she was swift to kick my sister out of the house. This time, the clown that she was screwing caught an attempted murder rap, along with a drug charge which sent him up for life! By then, Destiny had gotten her GED and was able to get her own government assisted apartment. Over the years, she has changed little. Still smoking, drinking, partying, and working little part time jobs to keep her place. Our relationship for the most part consists of her always borrowing money and trying to cock block me in the pussy department.
This is the scene that I walked into on a warm Friday night after work. I was dog tired after having to work a double shift for another female co-worker who "mysteriously" got sick on payday (an offense that gets most people fired, save for the fact that everyone believes she's fucking our manager). But after my 2 weeks of hard work, I had a nice, sizable check stashed away in my bank account, $400 in my pocket, and an itch for some new shoes. At times like this (which isn't often), I take a trip to the swap meet market to get a new outfit and check out "Paul's" night club. While I haven't gotten lucky often (especially since Destiny frequents there and always seems to want to interfere), it's a nice retreat for me to try and get up on some ass, have a drink or two, and unwind.
Walking in the door smelling like all hell broke loose, I was half expecting Mom to be in the kitchen bitching and crying on the phone to her girlfriends. But thankfully enough, she was gone. If I ventured to guess, she might have been down at Mrs. Washington's crib, drinking and smoking herself. Saying a silent prayer, I marched to my room, grabbed some fresh clothes, and parked my tired ass in the shower. Given the time, if I hurried, I could still catch the bus to the swap meet and grab my new fit. The water felt warm and refreshing as I washed off the stink of dead meat and heavy grease. Hoping against hope that at least Kallie might show up at "Paul's." At close to 200 pounds, Kallie was not even close to the cutest of women. But given enough Hennessey, you might be able to go home with her.
No sooner than I turned off the shower head and dried myself, I heard a pounding at the front door. "Who in the hell is that?" I asked no one in particular. The pounding continued for the next several minutes as I continued to dry myself off. Hurriedly slipping on my boxers, I wrapped the towel around my semi-wet mid-section and marched a beeline to the door. I only prayed it wasn't my parole officer come to pay a surprise visit. Or the management of the property that always hassle my mother due to my staying in her apartment. Opening the door, I was thrust out of the way as a figure burst in, like the police or worse. It was Destiny.
"'Bout time you answered the damn door!" She said. "What took you so long?!"
"I suppose it's good to see you too."
"Where's Mom...I need to speak to her ASAP!"
"Do I look like I keep up with her day planner?! She ain't here!"
"Do you know what time she's coming back? This is an emergency! Sharlene is watching the kids for me till I get back. I can't be out too long."
"See my last answer Destiny. What's so damn important anyway?"
As my older sister marched through the house to our mother's room, I couldn't help but to admire her physique. Even after 3 kids, she still looked good. Gone was the rail thin, petite girl I remember her as in her teenage years. The kids had rounded her out and put "sexy" in all the right spots. It might have been a couple weeks old, but her hair was still made up in tightly spun braids. Her upper body was held together by a sports bra and loose-fitting half shirt, that only accentuated her C cup sized melons. But best of all, were the cut off jean shorts that packed her round, plump, perfect ass cheeks together like a PB&J sandwich. As my manager Craig says all the time, "So nice you bonce quarters off of it and get change!" Needless to say, I was beginning to sprout a little wood. Sister or not.
"JESUS TAVARIS!! Where are your damn CLOTHES?!!"
"You interrupted my shower stupid, and don't try and change the subject. Why are you here?"
"I was hoping Mom could loan me some money till I get paid again. I really need it."
That brought a tiny chuckle to my face. "Girl BYE!! You know she isn't going to give YOU any money. You already owe her for the babysitting jobs from the last time you were here."
"No! I'm serious!! The county fucked up my check this month! They say I owe THEM money because they overpaid me last month! If I don't get $300 by Monday, the manager's going to kick me and my kids out!"
"That sounds like a YOU problem. What happened to the "job" you supposedly had?"
Destiny sucked her teeth hard. A sure sign that things didn't go well for her.
"I had to tell them to kiss my ass! First off, they weren't paying me enough to stay away from my kids that long. And second, that dyke they had up there running the place came at me talking about wanting my coochie on her tongue! What kind of nasty ass shit is that?! She gave them some bullshit lie before I could go to HR and get papers on that ass! I should have beat her fat ass for that disrespectful shit!"
I hate to admit it, but my sister is one of those rare women that actually looks better when she's mad. Her brow furrows and her skin lightens up. But I was too deep into anger at her at the moment.
"Say...can you at least put some clothes on while I'm here? SHEESH!! Nobody wants to see all that."
