“Not really. But I guess it’s a good thing that I know how to put that shit on. Especially since I’mMs.Piggy. So, I might be fat, but I be dressing.”
He chuckled. “You petty for that one.”
I whipped my head around, when he didn’t try to take it back. “So, you really think that I’m fat?”
He locked eyes with me. “And what if I do?”
“And what if I told you that I saw your mama on Facebook and she’s fat?”
Once again, he shrugged. “She is.”
Tarin exploded with laughter. “I’m sorry, y’all. This is too funny. Y’all are really arguing like siblings.”
I sucked my teeth. “Girl, please. That goofy looking nigga ain’t no brother of mine.”
He smirked. “You sure? Cause you love to eat, just like my mama.”
Breeze
“Aye, your daddy’s at work, right?” Harlem questioned, as we stepped into the house.
He’d pulled up in the driveway, right after me, and followed me inside. The nigga hadn’t even mentioned coming over, after I’d just been kicking it with him after practice.
“Yeah, that nigga is at work. But he’ll be home in a couple of hours,” I let him know.
“Cool, cool.” He rubbed his hands together. “That means that I got time.”
I glanced at him, as we stepped into the living room. “You sound kinda hard up, nigga. Let me find out.” I crashed onto the couch.
“Shit, I am,” he shamelessly admitted. “It’s been weeks now.”
I shook my head, realizing that it had been weeks since I’d fucked something too.
We’d now been living with Array and Summer for about three weeks, and I had yet to have company there. Plus, I hadn’t pulled up at none of my lil’ dips’ spots, and I was well overdue.
In Harlem and Summer’s case, I think that they just hadn’t lucked upon some alone time. Either my pops or her mama had been home, whenever he’d stopped by, so he’d done no more than kick it in the living room with her.
“Hey, you made it,” Summer sang, as she sauntered into the living room, clad in a Nike sports bra, and tiny biker shorts.
Seeing her in that outfit made my dick rock up, instantly. Summer was super thick. Grown woman thick. With thick, tight thunder thighs. Hips. With a fat, ghetto booty. She was definitely bigger than the average high school girl, but was fine with it.
Honestly, Summer had the type of body that a nigga probably really wouldn’t have appreciated back in middle school. Because it wasn’t how the typical young girl was built. She had a feminine six pack, so it was clear that she was in shape, but she was also voluptuous, with muscular thighs, and an ass round like a basketball. And all that body made her seem so grown.
The childish part of me wouldn’t admit that she was fine, especially when I could still remember how I tried to flirt with her when I first transferred to the school. I asked for her IG, and she just rolled her eyes, like a nigga was stupid or something. And I’d been having this silent beef with her ever since.
Harlem had been with her for a few months, and I tried my best to see her as purely my boy’s girl. Or even my damn step-sister now. Whatever it took for me to stop jacking off to the pictures I had of her in a two-piece swimsuit. But nothing had worked, thus far. Just thankfully I had some self-control and didn’t act on my impulses.
“Yeah, I made it.” Harlem smiled, as he pulled her into his arms, and clutched her ass. “Mmm, I missed you.” He kissed her lips.
Furrowing a brow, I sat back watching them in action. At school they were never this open, so I had never seen them get this physical…and I wasn’t sure if I liked it.
“Say, y’all need to go to the room with all that shit,” I spoke up.
“Right.” She finally pulled back. “Come on.” She grabbed his hand, guiding him upstairs.
Summer
“Wait. Slow down.” I placed a hand on Harlem’s chest.
