“Bree!” I hollered, slamming the door behind me hard enough it damn near shook the house to its core. Blood had soaked through the bandana I had wrapped around my hand. “Bree, where are you, woman?” There were two glasses of Vodka sitting on the coffee table. I picked both up and finished them off.
I stumbled upstairs, drunk off my ass. “Bree, do you hear me calling you?” When I got upstairs, she was in bed with her back turned to me. I walked over to her side of the bed. “Baby, you awake?”
She was faking, but I knew just the thing to wake her up. I stood over her and started to undo the buckle of my belt. I thought she would open her eyes once she heard the clang of metal, but, no, she still wanted to pull this pretending-to-be-asleep shit.
“Why did you leave the party? Ma was asking about you. We cut the cake and everything.” I unbuttoned the clasp of my jeans, unzipped them, and gently eased my dick out of my underwear. “No answer, huh?”
I started to wave my dick in her face. I grazed her plump lips with the tip of my dick head. Bree eased her eyes open, shocked to the sight of my dick in front of her.
“How about a birthday blow job,” I said, laughing.
She slid away in disgust like I was dangling a pair of my dirty drawers in her face.
“You’re drunk,” she said.
“No shit. How did you guess? Come on. How about that blow job? I still have thirty-two minutes left before my birthday is officially over.”
“Get that thing out of my face. What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”
“I’m adopted,” I told her as I struggled to keep my balance.
“Adopted? Baby, what are you talking about? What happened to your hand?”
“I just found out that the man I thought was my father, really wasn’t, that’s all.” I stumbled into the bathroom where I fell into the bathtub, taking the shower curtain with me.
Bree stood in the entrance of the bathroom, wearing a white negligée. I swear she looked like an angel as the thick flaxen weave framed her face. Damn, my baby looked good.
“Who told you this, your mama?”
“No, my fucking loser of a brother, but Mama confirmed it.”
“Not even a day, and already he’s starting shit. Here, let me look at your hand.”
I felt Bree unfurl the bandana from around my hand.
“It doesn’t seem to be that bad. Just some cuts, that’s all. What did you do to yourself, baby?”
“Fuck Deanthony.”
“What did you all fight about?”
“I was trying to talk to him, find out where the hell he’s been the last three years without so much as a damn phone call.”
“Do you really think that was a good time to bring it up?” Bree asked as she nursed the cuts on my hand with a washcloth.
“So you’re taking my brother’s side now?”
“Kashawn, I’m not taking anyone’s side. I’m just saying that I don’t think you all should have been fighting at your mama’s house like that, and, secondly, it’s your birthday.”
“I feel like my whole life is a lie.”
“Does it really matter? Edrick still loved you like you were his own son.” Bree retrieved a bottle of rubbing alcohol out of the medicine cabinet.
“It matters to me. I’m a doctor. I thought I was a Parker, but I really don’t know who I am.”
“Where was your mom during all of this?”
“Being consoled by Deanthony. She didn’t say anything, just stood there like the liar she is and cried.”
“Be still. I’m going to pour a little alcohol on this.”
The sting was immediate. “Ah, fuck!” I hollered.
Bree coated the cuts with some Neosporin before she wrapped my hand in a long strip of white gauze. “What did you hit anyway?”
“That big oak tree in the corner of Ma’s backyard.”
“Jesus, Kashawn, you could have broken your hand.”
“I was trying to use it to break Deanthony’s face.”
“So did he say that he was here to stay?”
“I don’t know and, right now, I really don’t give a fuck. He’s not my problem.”
“Well, in the future, you might want to not be punching trees.”
“I feel like I don’t belong anywhere.”
“Stop it.” Bree began massaging my chest. “You belong to me. Now get ready for bed.” Bree pulled off my boots and set them neatly in a corner of the bathroom. “Here, lean on me.” We made our way to the bed where she pulled the thick, rose-printed comforter over me. “Do you believe what your uncle told you?”
“Uncle Ray-Ray has never lied to me. It took Deanthony coming home to get the truth. I mean, why? Why did Mama keep this a secret from me for so many years?”
“What are you going to do?”
“I really don’t know at this point. I don’t want to think about it.”
“Maybe you need something to take your mind off of all that.” I felt Bree’s hand on my dick. “It’s time for me to give you your birthday present.”
Bree slid her fingers under the straps of her negligée, causing the blush-pink silk to slide from her apple butter-brown breasts. “Let’s see if I can get your mind off the craziness of what happened today.”
Our lips came together in ravenous kisses. Bree’s skin was as soft as Georgia cotton. Her breasts were like pillows against my chest. My dick rose into a hard salute from its limp position when the lips of her pussy grazed against the head of my dick. She reached behind, taking me gently into her palm, and guided me inside her. My wife felt slick-wet, warm. I held onto her hips as she rode me like a stallion. Damn, the sounds that were coming out of her as her pussy hugged my ten inches.
“Feels…so good,” she moaned.
I switched our positions: Bree’s body under me, my dick stretching her walls. Fuck yeah. Bree roped her legs behind the back of my thighs as I plunged my dick in. Sweet, juicy pussy. Bree clawed at my back like the wild minx she was. I threw this dick up in Tangela hard. No. Fuck, I meant Bree. Why was I thinking about Tangela? Suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking of her and that night in the living room, her sin-red lips around my dick, deep-throating. I shut my eyes as Bree fucked me, yet Tangela’s face crept in. I prayed I wouldn’t call her name out while I was fucking Bree. The thoughts wouldn’t stop, but kept coming, running through my dirty mind. The taste of her pussy, my fingers easing in and out of her.
“Baby, you okay?” Bree asked.
“What?”
“It just feels like you’re not with me right now.”
“I’m right where I want to be, baby. With you.”
The visions of Tangela weren’t going to stop, dancing around in my head like dirty sugar plums. I thought if I quickened my thrusts, if I fucked my wife hard enough, then maybe the thoughts of my eating out Tangela would dissipate, but with every hard thrust, the vision of Tangela looking up at me with my dick in her mouth strengthened. It was like there wasn’t anything I could do. I was doing well so far in keeping the name of my wife’s best friend out of my mouth. I felt myself nearing climax, so I pumped harder, faster inside her. I exploded within minutes. We came together in kisses, skin touching sweat-soaked skin.
“I’m going to take a shower. You can join me if you want,” I said.
I had plenty of questions that were in need of answers and I was damn sure going to get them.