Yale sat up and crossed her arms. “I just want to sleep,” she whined again, and I shook my head. “Amethyst!” She dropped her arms to her side and scowled.
“That look doesn’t do shit but turn me on.” I grabbed my dick through my shorts to show her how hard I was, and her ass had the nerve to lick her lips. I stopped walking and let my dick go. As much as I wanted to climb between her thighs and push my dick into her slowly, I had to stay strong. I wanted this relationship to go right. I had to gain her trust back before I had her screaming my name. But, damn, if a nigga didn’t miss the way her pussy wrapped around my dick or how her moans sounded. I wiped my hands over my face and shook my head, trying to get back on track with what I was doing. “You getting up or what?”
“Or what.”
“Sunshine, I’m trying hard as fuck right now to behave,” I groaned. “Please stop being difficult.”
“I haven’t even done anything,” she laughed and shook her head. “You came bothering me.”
“So I could feed you,” I said, and she nodded. Her eyes went back to my dick, and I covered my shit with my hand. “Food, Sunshine. I came to feed you food.”
“Doesn’t nut have nutritional value?” she innocently asked, and I stared at her. Laughing, she pushed the covers from her legs and climbed out of the bed. “I’m just fucking with you,Amethyst.” She walked towards the bathroom, shaking her head. “Even if I’m horny as hell, I’m not on that type of time right now.” She closed the bathroom door.
“How long is it going to take you to meet me downstairs?” I called out.
“Give me ten minutes,” she replied through the door.
“Bet.” I walked out of the room and headed to the kitchen to check the food. I made grits, eggs, breakfast potatoes, chicken, and pancakes because Yale didn’t like waffles, and cut up a few pieces of fruit. While the food was in the warmer and I was waiting for Yale to come down, I cleaned the last of the dishes I’d used. I intentionally woke her up earlier than she needed to be so that we wouldn’t miss the sunrise. I knew Yale would complain and give me a hard time, but I would eventually get up.
“You’re whipped,” Berkeley said as she and Spelman came into the kitchen. They were dressed to work out, which didn’t surprise me because I’d heard them work out damn near every morning since they’d been here. “Cooking and cleaning.”
“You hating, Berkeley?” I laughed, and she shook her head. “You sure?”
“Positive,” she replied with a nod. “I love the fact that my little sister is being spoiled by her nigga. I like giving you a hard time about it is all.”
“I can’t wait for you to get a nigga,” I said as I continued to wash the dishes.
“I fight niggas, Amethyst,” she countered, and I shrugged.
“He’s going to think it’s foreplay,” I replied. I looked over to see Spelman trying not to laugh, and I winked at her. We all knew that Berkeley was trying her hardest to keep away from the thought of falling in love. She admittedly loved it for everyone else but not for her. Fucking with her was one of my favorite pastimes, so giving her shit about it came naturally. I had a different relationship with each of Yale’s sisters, and I loved it.
“Whatever.” She picked up a piece of fruit and ate it. “What are you doing up this early anyway?”
“I’m waiting on your sister to come down so we can have breakfast and watch the sunrise.”
“How much pussy has she given you to have you doing shit like that?” Berkeley questioned. I looked over to see her with a serious expression, and all I could do was laugh.
“We haven’t had sex since she’s been back.”
Berkeley threw her hands in the air and walked in a circle. “Baby sis ain’t even put it on you and you cooking?” She stopped walking and pointed at me. “Sir, you are never going to make it once she does. You were already a simp.”
“A simp?” I laughed, and she nodded. “How the hell was I a simp?”
“Amethyst, stop being in denial about how you are with Yale. You call her Sunshine for fucks sake. You are a simp when it comes to Yale, and it’s okay because she deserves to be loved in that manner.”
“I’m not a simp,” I said, shaking my head.
“You were up at 3 a.m. cooking her favorite breakfast foods so y’all could watch the sunrise together on a random Thursday?” Her mouth twisted, and she rolled her eyes. “You are in denial as to what this is.”
“Whatever, Berkeley,” I laughed and went back to washing the dishes. “Even though you talk a bunch of shit, I want you to know that I made y’all a plate too. They’re in the warmer.”
“Oh shit, look at you trying to get brownie points by sucking up to the big sisters,” Berkeley said. “I like how you do things.”
“I figured you would.” I finished the dishes, then grabbed a paper towel to dry my hands. I threw the paper towel away, then went to the warmer and grabbed our plates out of it. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to take my simp ass outside and wait for your baby sister to join me.”
“Oh, she’s already out there,” Berkeley mentioned as she and Spelman walked away. “She’s been on there since we came down.”
I stepped around the island to see Yale sitting on the patio. I knocked on the door using the plate to get her attention. Yale got up, opened the door, then reclaimed her seat.
