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“Sorry, baby girl.”
“Don’t apologize, just fuck me,” she moans as I thrust into her faster and faster.
No other words are necessary. I kiss her when I feel her pussy clench around me. She juices more and more, and I can’t hold back anymore. I unleash inside of her, painting her ripe womb with my seed.
I take her over and over for the rest of the afternoon. Eventually, her stomach rumbles, and we get up so that I can feed her. After we get dressed, we walk out into the living room, only to be greeted by my sisters. All of them. They are all grinning at us. Then they start clapping. I look over at Belle, expecting her to be upset or mortified. Instead, she’s smiling and bows like she’s been on stage for the last three hours. I’m the one embarrassed. We must have been louder than I thought. I’ve never brought a woman home before, preferring to keep them away from my sisters. I didn’t even hesitate with Belle.
“Belle, these are my sisters: Tasha, Marsha, Alisha, Portia, and Marla,” I say as I indicate each one of them. “Girls, this is my fiancee, Belle.”
“Fiancee?” Portia asks, clearly surprised. At thirty-three, just having a girlfriend seems insanely juvenile to me.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,” Belle says, not skipping a beat.
“We haven’t heard anything about you,” Marla says.
“Well, we should change that. I was going to see what I could rustle up for dinner. Wanna help?” Belle asks.
“Sure,” Alisha says. “Do I know you?”
“I don’t think so. I know Kent said we were the same age. Did you play volleyball?”
“I did.”
“We probably played against each other.”
“Yeah, you’re a Baton Rouge Bobcat aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I was. I graduated last year, but yeah. I gather from the disdainful way you asked that you were a New Orleans Otter.”
“I was, we all were, even Kent.”
“Ooh, starting off as rivals? How fun,” she says, giggling.
I watch as Belle, Portia, Marla, and Alisha make their way into the kitchen, leaving me with Tasha and Marsha staring at me like I’ve grown two heads.
“What are you doing,mon frère?’ Tasha asks.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re an old man. She’s so young. What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that I’m in love with her and if our age difference doesn’t bother us, it shouldn’t bother you.”
“When did you even meet her? You love her? How is that possible?”
“Falling in love doesn’t take much time at all if you’re with the right person and you don’t fight it. I know it takes some people a long ass time to realize it, but they are just denying what their souls know instantly.”
“When did you get so deep?” Marsha asks.
“I don’t know,” I reply, chuckling.
“How can you even believe in love? After what happened to Mom and Dad?” Tashsa asks, and it dawns on me that this line of thinking is why she’s never had a boyfriend. She doesn’t want to get hurt.”
“Love didn’t kill them, Tash. A drunk driver did. If we could ask them, I’m sure they’d tell you that love is worth any amount of time you have together. I knew them a lot longer than you did. I saw them. They loved each other and us so much they bubbled over with it. They are my example of what love should be like. Yeah, we struggled, but they always managed to keep a roof over our heads, clothes on our backs, and food in out bellies. I followed their example in raising you girls. I did the best I could.”
“No one is saying that you didn’t. Kent. This just seems so sudden,” Tasha says. The silence in the room is interrupted by the sound of pans hitting the counter and water running in the kitchen. There is also a large amount of giggling going on in there, which makes me smile.
“I’m sure it seems that way to you, but to me, it’s been a lifetime of waiting for her. Why would I waste seven years on what took me seven seconds of a text message to know?”
