Chapter Twenty-four
Ke’yoko was at the stove finishing up dinner when Ja’Rel walked in.
“Ummmm, what you cookin’?” Ja’Rel walked up behind Ke’yoko, wrapped his arm around her waist and asked, before kissing her on the cheek.
“I’m makin’ your favorite.” She smiled while lifting the top off the Cajun shrimp medley. “The garlic bread is in the oven cookin’ and the salad is in the fridge.”
“That’s wassup.” Ja’Rel smiled happily, while rubbing Ke’yoko’s belly. “You’ve been cookin’ a lot lately. What did a nigga do to deserve this?”
“Shoot, I haven’t cooked in such a long time. And I was lookin’ at you one day and you looked like you was losin’ weight so I said I better start feedin’ my baby,” Ke’yoko said, smiling.
“Yeah, ’cause I’m kinda’ gettin’ tired of eatin’ fast food.”
“Shit, I bet. Now go upstairs and get washed up for dinner,” she looked at her husband and said.
“I can’t wait to eat.” Ja’Rel turned around, walking out of the kitchen to go change out of his work clothes.
“I can’t wait for you to eat either,” she said deviously.
Ke’yoko waited until she heard Ja’Rel walking up the stairs before pulling two pills out of her apron pocket. She opened up the kitchen drawer and grabbed the pill crusher and finely crushed the pills up into tiny pieces of dust. She quickly fixed Ja’Rel’s plate. She then sprinkled the powdery pills on top of his food before grabbing the parmesan cheese out of the cabinet and shaking some on top to disguise the medicine.
“It’s time to eat, Ja’Rel,” Ke’yoko yelled while placing his plate on the kitchen table before getting him a glass of Kool-Aid.
“I’m comin’,” he said on his way down the stairs.
Ke’yoko stood at the stove, fixing herself a plate. She looked back and smiled as Ja’Rel devoured his food.
“Damn, this is the bomb!” he said as he scarfed down his meal.
“I’m glad you like it,” Ke’yoko said, sitting down across from her husband, watching. “You want some more?”
“Naw, I’m full right now. I’ll eat some more when I get back,” Ja’Rel said, taking the last little bite of his garlic bread and driving it around the leftover sauce on the plate before sticking it in his mouth.
“Where you ’bouta go?” Ke’yoko asked, not really caring.
“I got some business to handle. I won’t be gone too long,” he said, finishing off his Kool-Aid and letting out a loud belch.
“Should I wait up for you?”
“Naw, don’t wait up ’cause I don’t know how long I’ll be gone,” he said, getting up from the table and walking out of the kitchen.
You’ll be back much sooner than you think.
“Damn, you coulda put your plate and glass in the sink,” she yelled, but Ja’Rel was already out the door.
Ke’yoko shook her head and smiled as she cleaned off the table before going upstairs to shower.
* * *
“Again?” Ka’yah frowned.
“Look, I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s gotta be stress,” Ja’Rel said, lying on his back as Ka’yah was in between his legs on her knees with his limp dick in her hand.
“Stress?”
“Yeah, stress,” he said, irritated.
“What the fuck you gotta be stressed out about?” Ka’yah asked with an attitude.
“I got a lotta shit to be stressed out about. I got a baby on the way, my wife stay on my fuckin’ neck about me stayin’ out all night, not to mention I’m fuckin’ her twin sister! As if that alone ain’t enough to be stressed out about!”
“Whatever,” Ka’yah said, climbing out of bed. “This the third time this week you couldn’t get it up! I mean, what the fuck, Ja’Rel!” Ka’yah snapped while grabbing her pack of cigarettes and a lighter off the dresser and lighting one up. Ka’yah took a couple pulls from the cigarette and blew the smoke out before putting it out in the ashtray. She looked over at Ja’Rel and shook her head. “Are you fuckin’ her?”
“Fuckin’ who?” Ja’Rel asked, already knowing who she was talking about.
“Ke’yoko, nigga!” she snapped.
“Naw, baby.” Ja’Rel climbed out of bed, walked over to Ka’yah, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his body.
“Are you sure?” she questioned.
“Baby, I promise I ain’t fuckin’ her. You the only person I fuck wit’,” Ja’Rel lied with a straight face.
“Ummmm huh,” Ka’yah said, skeptical. She didn’t know why Ja’Rel thought she was so naïve. She knew that he was out there laying more pipe than a little bit.
“This yo’ dick,” Ja’Rel said, grabbing a handful of his limp manhood.
“If you don’t fix yo’ little problem it won’t be too much longer,” Ka’yah said while staring at his pitiful-looking member.
“You gon’ let all this good dick go to somebody else?” He smirked.
“Ja’Rel, I need some dick! I can’t keep goin’ through this wit’ you. A sista got needs,” Ka’yah said, disgusted.
“Come on back over to the bed and try to suck it again. I think it’s about to get hard,” Ja’Rel said, grabbing Ka’yah by the hand.
Ka’yah looked down at Ja’Rel’s Johnson and smiled as it looked like it was about to come back to life. “Come on,” she said, walking over to the bed.
“Let me go pee first,” Ja’Rel said, turning toward the bedroom door.
“Damn! This is like the tenth time you done pissed since you’ve been here,” she snapped while rolling her eyes.
“Calm down. I’ll be right back,” he said, heading across the hall to the bathroom.
“Uggggh, I don’t know what’s wrong wit’ this nigga.” Ka’yah grimaced as she waited for Ja’Rel to get back.
Ja’Rel walked over to the bed and lay back. Ka’yah positioned herself between his legs again, anxiously grabbed his manhood, put it into her mouth, and went to town. She pulled every trick she had out of the bag, trying her best to get his dick hard. After about ten minutes of putting in work, Ka’yah gave up.
“Look, it ain’t no use. Ya shit ain’t gettin’ hard!” Ka’yah said angrily.
“Just keep tryin’. It’s about to get hard,” Ja’Rel said.
“Keep tryin’? Shiiiit, nigga, my jaws hurt! Just face it, ya shit ain’t gon’ get hard,” she said, irritated.
“Come on, one more time,” Ja’Rel said.
“No, nigga, I’m done!” Ka’yah was fed up as she climbed out of bed with a straight attitude. “Uggggh, this nigga’s dick won’t even get hard!” she said aloud to herself.
“Come on, baby, just one more time!” Ja’Rel begged as he climbed out of bed.
“No! Just go home to ya wife,” she said, bending down, grabbing his clothes, and pushing them into his chest.
“Are you serious?” Ja’Rel asked.
“Hell yeah, I’m serious!” she snapped. “And don’t come back until you get some Viagra, some Cialis, or somethin’! Shit, I coulda had a V8!”
“Okay, I see how you are,” Ja’Rel said as he got dressed.
“Naw, you ain’t seen shit yet,” Ka’yah said, still frowning.
“I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you no more,” he said, putting his shirt on.
“I don’t give a fuck, nigga! Take yo’ limp-dick ass on up outta here and don’t worry about comin’ back!” she yelled.
“It’s cool. I won’t.” Ja’Rel got himself together and headed out of the bedroom. “Don’t call me for shit! If it ain’t about my son, it ain’t about nothin’!”
“Boy, bye,” Ka’yah said, waving him off. She was heated. Her hormones were on high and her body was throbbing with need in more than one place. She needed to get off point blank. The worst thing for her was to have this nigga lying next to her, unable to get the job done. Ka’yah’s mind was in overdrive; she just knew this nigga was fucking her sister, or else he would be able to get that shit up.
Ja’Rel looked back at Ka’yah, shook his head, and walked out the door with both his pride and dick on limp.
* * *
Ke’yoko lay in the bed in her cozy pajamas, head wrapped in a scarf, while eating popcorn and watching one of her old-school favorite movies Bustin’ Loose, cracking up laughing.
“Dakota gotta pee!” she yelled, mocking the little, chubby black girl in the movie.
Ja’Rel walked in the room looking like he had just lost his best friend.
Ke’yoko looked over at her husband. “That was quick.” She smirked before turning her attention back to the TV.
Ja’Rel just looked at her, not saying a word, and walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.