“For one, obviously you’re fucking peng. I love the way you carry yourself. You can be funny even if the jokes are usually aimed at me. You ain’t afraid to tell me what you think and honestly, for some reason I like to be around you.”
She softens. “Really?”
“I like you, Frankie.” I pull her close again. “You can’t see that?”
Her lips fold in as I see that confession crash around in her mind. The process is messy for her, that’s for sure.
“A part of me thought you were only doing this to mess with Za.”
My eyebrows furrow. “Chinaza? Why would I want to mess with my sister? And what does that have to do with you?”
“Come off it, Jabari. You know what your relationship with your parents and Zaza is like. You know your mum will let you get away with anything so you use that to pick on Zaza.”
I stare at her. Really stare for a long time with my mouth pinned close.
“For a smart girl, you should be ashamed of the nonsense coming out of your mouth right now.”
She looks genuinely surprised. “What?”
“I used you to mess with my sister? Are you mad, blud?”
“You know how your mum treats you over her so why are you acting like it’s a weird concept?”
“Right. Well, why haven’t I told Za about it then?”
That shuts her up.
“Exactly. If sleeping with you was the end goal to myevilmaster plan, why didn’t I go around bragging about making you cum over and over and over again? You let me leave it in overnight to, remember? Your best friend's brother whoyouclaim messes with her relentlessly had you spread in his bed for hours while you begged for more. At one point my dick slippedout and you put it back in yourself! If anything, you’re the one who’s fucked in the head, Jelly.”
All the color in her face pooled to her cheeks. I don’t care though, the reality check was needed.
“I wasn’t thinking straight,” she says in a soft voice.
I scoff. “Which part? The fucking me for hours or not telling the person you claim you care so much about?”
“I do care about her!” She gets in my face like that was supposed to show me her undying loyalty. “I wasn’t thinking straight, okay?”
“Yeah,” I agree, looking at her clearly. I should be mad at her throwing my character around so carelessly, but all I feel is understanding. She clearly wants something or someone to put the blame on. To her, my motivations serve only as a way to get under my sister's skin because to her that’s the only thing that makes sense as a reason for me to be standing here still.
My feelings are transactional because that’s all she knows me as.
The big bad brother.
The bully.
The one who coaxed her in and used her as a way to make my sister's life a living hell. If I fell for this little show she put on, I’d be labeled as a mindless clown too. Slinging dick to whoever offered just because they called. Making her opinion of me fall even further.
Still, I’ll play along. Just not the way she hopes.
Giving us a moment so we both caught ourselves from the things we said I cup her face. Her eyes are still wild, waiting for me to start another argument with her. Instead my thumbs drag across her cheeks, like I’m smoothing the redness away.
Calm down. It’s okay.
I don’t have to say it out loud for my demeanor to convey it and she actually puts her guard down. I stand closer in her space as she keeps those eyes on me.
“What about now?” I lean in, slowly so she can take it in. My lips meet the skin on her neck with a soft kiss that unnerves her. “You thinking straight?”
She moans quietly in response.
