Family Affairs

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.

****

“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.

****

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.

“Is he here?” Martha ignored her question.

“I assume you mean my future husband.” Sheri crossed her arms and walked up beside her. “No, Allen isn’t here at the moment. I told you he wouldn’t be.”

“Just wanted to make sure.” Martha glared at her.

“Did you change your mind and want to meet him? He’ll be your brother-in-law after all.”

“Don’t remind me.” Martha hated so much to be reminded of that. “You know, daddy always loved you more and I always wanted to surpass you in the eyes of our family. But I didn’t want it to happen like this.”

“Well, you can have the crown sweetie. I’ve got something better than that now.” Sheri could only shrug.

“Still can’t believe it. Of all people to end your marriage for… a black man. Have you no shame?” Martha’s face translated all kinds of confusion. Poor girl, Sheri thought.

“Apparently not.” Sheri simply answered, beginning to walk away and head upstairs to her bedroom. Martha followed behind, staring a hole into her older sister’s back.

“Think about what you’re doing, Sheri.” Martha continued, watching her sister look at her reflection in a large mirror over the dresser. “Think about it! You’re fucking a nigger!”

“Yes, I am absolutely fucking a nigger, and marrying one, too!” Sheri swiftly turned to face her again. “Are there any more obvious observations you want to make, dear?”

“I’m puzzled how you don’t see any issue here.” The astounded Martha commented. “Why are you doing this?”

“Simple, because I love him.” Sheri shrugged. “You should try this love thing, it’s a very wonderful experience, Martha.” Sheri saw how flustered the younger sibling appeared, knowing how terrible her sister’s love life is. “I’m puzzled how you see any issue at all.”

“I just pointed it out to you, he’s a nigger and you’re white!” Martha nearly shouted. “Do you need any more reason to realize how awful all of this is?”

“Oh sweet little sister of mine.” a smiling Sheri shook her head. “You’re gonna have to broaden your horizons. All is not what it seems and maybe you should consider that not everything you grew up with is the truth.”

“You’re talking crazy, Sheri!” Martha tossed back. “They’re vile people and you know it!”

Sheri moved to sit at the foot of her bed, looking up towards the ceiling for a second. “They’re certainly different, I will admit that. But vile? That’s a bit too strong for me.”

“I don’t think it’s strong enough.” Martha angrily crossed arms.

“How much experience do you have with black people, exactly?” Sheri then eyed her perplexed sister.

“Not much, thankfully.”

“And that is why you’ll never understand.” Sheri responded, resting her case.

“Nor do I want to!” Martha spat back at her. “You’re out of your damn mind marrying a nigger, Sheri. I cannot support this.”

“Did you come here just to preach old fashioned thinking to me? Did it really take me marrying a black guy to get you to come visit me?” The older sister stood back up again.

“Yes, because I wanted to try to get you to end this. We may have our differences but you’re still my sister.” Sheri could hear some surprising emotion from Martha, but she was still wrong about Allen. “I mean, is everyone going crazy? Hell, I even saw an interracial couple across the street outside, and the woman was pregnant! Thank god you’re at least too old to reproduce.”

The ‘old’ comment stung, Sheri would admit, considering how she was still a little insecure about being considerably older than Allen. “Well, you may be my blood sister but Belinda, Allen’s sister, has been more of a sister to me than you have been for a long time.”

“Sheri!”

“So, not only is a nigger marrying me, but another one has been a better family member to me as well. Think about that, Martha.” Sheri saw the shock on the woman’s face and smiled. Martha needed to hear this. And just as Martha was about to respond, Sheri cut her off before she could start. “Sweetie, let’s go have a drink.” The older of the two stood back up. “We’ve got some catching up to do.”

****

“How about you stay over for a few days?”

“I don’t think I could do that, Sheri.” Martha answered after downing her second glass of merlot.

“Oh? And why not?” Sheri held her glass, sitting beside her on the bar counter in her basement.

“You know exactly why.” Martha countered, eyeing her drink.

“Ah, yes, you don’t want to share a home with a black man.” Sheri snickered. “Nothing is going to happen to you. Besides, are you really trying to drive all the way back home? No one’s waiting for you down at that luxury apartment you have. At least you can stay with your lovely and engaged older sis.”

Martha didn’t want to admit how tight Sheri was. She was alone despite her attractive features. She was very much a classic case of personality overshadowing looks. “Shut up. I don’t need your sympathy. I only came to see if I could change your mind on this whole interracial business. I don’t seem to be getting anywhere though.”

“Yes, you’re wasting your breath there.” Sheri confirmed. “So why not cut your losses and listen to what I have to say.”

“There’s nothing left to say. I shouldn’t have even wasted my time.” Martha spitefully replied. “Dear god, where did we go so wrong with you?”

“Oh stop being so dramatic.” Sheri couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her. “I’m the older sister and I’m calling the shots here. You’re staying over! That’s final, love. We need time together anyway.”

“Do we?” Martha’s brow raised as she poured herself some more merlot. “I should’ve stayed home. I didn’t even bring clothes, how could I possibly stay over?”

“We’re practically the same height and similar body build.” Sheri watched her sister miserably drink more wine. “However, I don’t think I have anything that will accommodate that ridiculous bust of yours.”

“Still jealous of my tits?” Martha snickered at the woman sitting beside her.

“Never was.” Sheri shrugged. The older of the two was very comfortable with her small, perky breasts. “But I’m happy you’re so proud of your purchase, sweetie.”

“Money well spent as far as I’m concerned. Better than looking like a twig.”

“I’m sure your back really appreciates the added weight.” Sheri shrugged.

“My back is fine, thank you!” Her back did hurt from time to time, but she wasn’t gonna mention that.

“Uh huh, sure…” Skepticism soaked Sheri’s reply. “Whatever you say. Anyway, I’m sure I have a long shirt and pajama pants you can wear. We can do some shopping tomorrow afternoon.” Sheri could feel the reluctance to accept her invitation, which was why she wanted her half drunk. It might’ve been the only way she’d stay. Her sister drank some more and Sheri was impressed how much wine she could toss back.

“Ugh, this is gonna be such a miserable few days.”

“Good to see you have such a positive attitude.” Sheri commented, watching more red colored fluid get poured into her sister’s wine glass. Maybe she’s had too much wine, she started to think. “Martha, sweetie, maybe you should cut back on th-”

Sheri cut herself off when she heard some commotion going on upstairs. It was the sound of multiple footsteps and masculine voices. That had to be Allen and his brother. Well, now it begins, she thought.

“It appears the man of the house has arrived.” Sheri smiled, slipping out of her seat. “Come, let’s go meet your brother-in-law.”

“Shit!” Martha swore. “This is exactly what I tried to avoid. I thought you said his black ass wouldn’t be around?”

Sheri ignored her. “Allen, my king!” she shouted. “We’re down here!”

“Fuck… this is gonna be awful.” Martha muttered. “I’m going to need this.” she said, looking at her drink.

The sounds of footsteps descending the staircase got louder and louder until the two men creating the noise appeared in the basement before the both of them. Martha knew Allen was a massive man, but the size difference between he and Sheri up close was astounding to her. He was basically bulging out of his clothes, too! It made sense that he owned his own gym. There was another one, too, she noted. He seemed to have a bit of a gut, but he was just as thick and almost as tall as Allen. What did they feed these niggers, Martha wondered to herself.

Martha looked on in disgust as Allen pulled her sister in for a hug. Not liking the mix at all. “Hey my love, good to see you’re home. Allow me to introduce my sister Martha.” With a wide grin, Sheri motioned over her sister, who did her best not to fall over as she got up out of her seat.

“Nice to finally meet you. Always good to meet more of Sheri’s family.” Allen started, extending his hand over to her. He could feel the reluctance and even hatred radiating off of her. This only made him smile wider. He didn’t give one shit what anyone thought of him. At this point, stuff like this was just funny to him.

Martha eyed him up and down, glass still in hand. Her face remained neutral, neither happy nor upset. Though even she would admit his imposing figure had a sort of… commanding presence. It was overwhelming. But Martha quickly shook that off, trying not to get distracted. “Good to meet you as well.” His paw almost completely blanketed her much smaller, dainty white hand. She’d been around huge guys before, but this felt different. She swallowed hard and quickly pulled away.

Allen released a chuckle after he and Sheri shared a look. He shrugged and then nodded towards the direction of the man standing beside him. “This is my brother, Andre.”

“Uh, hey, what’s good?” Andre wasn’t quite sure how to act, feeling nervous meeting new people. He noticed the woman didn’t bother trying to shake his hand, choosing to fold her arm under her drinking hand. Andre just kept his hands in his pockets. Meeting people outside the pen again was hard. But he had to admit, she was hot as shit. He had to control himself. Being around the women at the gym was hard enough. Being this close to one was even harder, especially when she had gigantic tits like her. God, he missed the touch of a woman.

The wine almost spoke for her, as she wanted to tell him nothing was good. What a stupid way to greet someone, she thought. He looked a bit silly as well, a little fidgety even. He was clearly the younger of the two. What a strange black man. “I guess I am, Andre.” she finally responded. “I guess I am…”

“Uh, cool, cool…” he said with an awkward smile. “Good to hear it.” Was she mad or something? She was definitely tipsy, that was for sure.

Sheri sighed at her sibling. “Martha…”

“Sheri?” Martha smirked back, sipping more dark liquid.

“Anyway…” Sheri shook her head and looked back up at Allen. “How was everything?”

“Everything was fine, baby.” Allen continued on. “I worked out with Andre, showered up at the gym and we ran through everything he was gonna do being my second in command and all that. Ain’t that right, kid?”

“Yeah, we just got it in at the gym. First time seeing it so we took our time.” Andre said, explaining his experience at Black Steel Fitness.

“Very good!” Sheri nodded. “Just make sure you do your best to help out your sweet brother for me, okay?”

Andre smirked. “Yeah, I owe this dude a lot. I’ll make sure this nigga ain’t got nothing to worry about.”

Martha never understood why they referred to each other like that. Though she did get why she would refer to him using that word.

“Excellent. Now, Martha here will be staying over a few days, if that’s okay with you my king.” Sheri looked up at her fiancé.

‘King?’ Martha thought to herself. That was just a silly way to refer to him, no matter how massive and commanding he was.

“All good with me. She’s family after all.” Allen shrugged. Martha wanted to gag after hearing him say that. “Andre is gonna do the same, actually.”

“Well we have enough rooms.” Sheri nodded. She looked over and could tell that Martha was not very happy about sharing the house with two of them now. “How about you boys join us for dinner and a drink?”

“I appreciate the invitation.” Allen laughed as he released his future wife from his hold. “I think we’ll accept. Right little bro?”

“Shit, I mean I guess.” he added with another goofy smile.

“Alright.” Sheri went over to stand beside her sister, who was currently staring intensely at the younger black brother. She was tipsy and for whatever reason, she focused her animosity on him. “Anyway, let’s find something to eat. I don’t feel like cooking tonight.”

****

After a long night of relaxing, eating and, yes, some more drinking, the time came for everyone to retire to their quarters. Allen and Sheri of course headed upstairs for the master bedroom while Martha and Andre stayed down below in the guest rooms. Everyone indulged in alcohol but none more so than Andre and Martha. Sheri’s younger sister had already gotten started before the black brothers even arrived and Andre had to be told to chill out by Allen because it had been so long since he last drank. It did loosen everyone up just a little bit though.

Martha wasn’t as bitchy as she was earlier, though she was still guarded in regards to the two black guys she was around. It was also obvious to everyone but Martha that Andre couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Martha gave him a few looks and smiles, but nothing more suggestive. She still found something off about him, but even though he wasn’t perfectly built like Allen, she would still admit he was incredibly manly with girthy, muscular arms. Why she noticed that, she had no idea, Martha thought. It was probably the wine. Overall, she found the two black men… friendly. It pained her to even think that.

It pained her more to find out she was sharing a building with a felon, though. Of course one of them had a criminal record, she thought. Martha knew it. She didn’t buy how he was trying to change his life around, but she’d stay quiet about that, not wanting to risk getting assaulted or even worse. She just wished these next few days would end sooner rather than later.

Martha wore a long shirt that Sheri said she used to sleep sometimes. She also had a small pair of shorts that belonged to Sheri as well. Martha laid in bed and couldn’t wait to go shopping, not liking having to wear Sheri’s clothes. She was slipping in and out of sleep, the alcohol both making her drowsy and working her up at the same time. She was annoyed. And now she had to go pee.

She got up and stumbled out of her room, heading straight for the bathroom. After finishing up there and feeling relieved, she started to carefully make her way back to her room in the quiet home.

Or at least she thought it was quiet. She heard something that caught her attention coming from one of the doors that she had walked past. It sounded like some sort of mumbling and it made her curious in a way she wouldn’t have been were she completely sober.

She tried her best not to stumble and crouched over to look into the opening left by the slightly cracked door. The room wasn’t too dark, as there was a dim light still radiating from one of the lamps. There was some shuffling going on and she could’ve sworn she heard something resembling a… moan? The half drunk Martha took some time to focus her eyes on the scene.

When her slightly blurry vision began to see things a bit clearer, Martha had to hold in a gasp. Her eyelids shot up and, for a second there, what she was witnessing almost damn near sobered her up.

Andre was laying in bed, completely naked, and stroking this massive rod of stiff black flesh. Martha could tell it was a cock, but she’d never seem one that humongous before. She didn’t even think something like that could exist. Maybe in porn? But she didn’t watch that stuff.

Martha’s head shook slowly, still unable to process what she was watching. She was disgusted, insulted to be around this filth and didn’t want to see anything like this especially when it involved a dirty, rotten black man.

So… why couldn’t she turn away?

She didn’t know. All she could do was stay there, frozen, as he pumped and stroked this meaty appendage. Slow and measured strokes, pull and pumping on his cock and peeling down his foreskin. He exposed his bulbous, purple head which she assumed must’ve been leaking out some pre-cum though she couldn’t tell. He was so absurdly girthy, she noted. It shook her to her core. She had heard the myth about the size of black men, but she just thought that was all propaganda by liberal media. To get her people eliminated by race mixing.

But this… this was real. Andre was hung in a way Martha couldn’t believe was possible.

“Ohhh… damn.” Andre stroked, wanting to get a nut off. He had spent so much time without being near women, it was almost too much to be around so many at once now. And it didn’t help that a stacked white woman was sleeping close by. He couldn’t control himself, he had to jerk off. “Fuck… damn I need some pussy. Ohhh…”

Martha should’ve bolted by now, but she couldn’t look away from his cock. His moans were hypnotic as well, being so low and guttural even. Why couldn’t she turn away? She hated these people, right? Maybe the lack of intimacy had something to do with that as well.

Allen then shifted from his spot and sat up on the edge of the bed. Martha continued to scope out what was playing in front of her and swallowed, feeling nervousness and… anticipation?

She noticed now that his scrotum dropped down so low, and his fleshy sack held these two perfectly round golf balls. She watched with growing intrigue as he took another hand to fondle his wrinkly, skin covered pouch while his other pumped and yanked at his veiny, uncircumcised dick.

This made her thighs meet and grind, feeling her skin make contact while watching Andre play with his gigantic private parts. Her teeth sunk softly into her bottom lip and felt her body begin to flare up. A heat her body hadn’t felt in a while.

“Goddamn… I need to put this dick in some pussy…” Andre closed his eyes and leaned his head back, loving the feel of his palms rubbing on his ball sack and the peeling back of the hood of his cock. “I need a bitch to take this dick… fucckkk.” He continued to moan. “I need a pussy around this black ass dick.”

Hearing his low voice beg for sex was not the turn off she was expecting, a surprised Martha thought. It actually made her shudder in an unexpected way. Like her body was reacting positively to it. Like it wanted him. Like she wanted to be that pussy around his black dick.

But how? How could she want a filthy black man’s dick? She only likes white men, right? Martha was feeling very conflicted, but her body was feeling something else. She swallowed another lump and she watched him jerk and play with his genitals. Now, the more she saw, the more the sensitive, pink spot between her legs began to moisten. “No…” she whispered, not sure how to deal with the betrayal of her body. “I can’t…” She fought like hell to keep her hand from traveling between her legs.

And while she was in the middle of that conflict, she heard him moan again.

“Damn… I wanna fuck Sheri’s sister… give her this big black dick.”

Martha’s body jolted at the mention of her name. Her mind was racing, wondering what made him bring her up.

“Oh fuck… let me hit, Martha.” He groaned with even more lust dripping from his words. “Let me play with them sexy big ass titties. So damn perfect. You’re so fucking beautiful, girl.”

She had heard men compliment her enormous breasts before, and her looks as well, but it sounded different coming from him. Again, her body shook and Martha didn’t like it.

“Let me nut in you Martha, let me drop my cum inside that pussy!” His pumping got faster and he sounded so hungry for her pussy.

Martha had a hard time comprehending what he was saying and she shook her head. She had to leave, now. She slowly stood up on her shaky, tipsy legs and carefully tip-toed safely back into her room. She collapsed back onto the bed and tried to lay down and fall back asleep.