You're the One I Want (4 page)

“But nothing beats the real thing,” I said, smiling, licking my lips like I was L.L. Cool J.

I tucked the tissue and lotion under the cushions of the flower-printed sofa like they were dirty magazines and pushed the porn movie I was about to watch into a school of DVDs that were shelved on the black entertainment center. My dick was so hard, it hurt. Tangela rang the doorbell. I never considered her really my type, but pussy was pussy, and my dick didn't give a damn what cooch it was in. I went to my room and splashed some cologne on, not too much, but just enough. I gargled with some mint-flavored Listerine to wash out the oniony taste that was on my pallet after the two fried bologna sandwiches I'd had for lunch. I checked
myself one final time in the bathroom mirror. You would think Ciara or somebody was at the door the way I was tripping.

I was beating my meat twice a day fantasizing about Bree's sweet pussy hugging my dick, her warm mouth on my piece. I answered before Tangela could ring the bell again.

“Hey, what's up?”

Tangela looked at me and sauntered in like she was a woman on a mission. She was wearing a red top that was cut low, showing just enough cleavage. Tangela has these huge titties, the kind I like to motorboat. Her nipples were pressing against the fabric of her blouse like two perky chocolate-dipped cherries.
Damn!

“We need to talk.” She was all matter of fact-like with her shit, looking like pure sex on legs in her platform, scarlet-red, six-inch pumps that screamed,
Fuck Me!

“You want a drink first? You walking up in here like Steven Seagal after you.”

“Nah, I'm good. This won't take long.”

I caught her glancing at the bulge behind the towel and then quickly back up to my face.
Yeah, I see you looking. You know you want a bite of this banana,
I thought.

“Are you sure? I got some beers in the refrigerator.”

“I know,” Tangela blurted out.

“Know what?” I figured she was here because Bree had told her we'd fucked, but I played it off like I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Don't play dumb, Deanthony. You know what's up. Bree told me y'all had sex.”

I wasn't surprised that she had confided in Tangela about what had happened. I sat back on the sofa, in the same spot where I had my dick in my hands minutes before Tangela graced me with her fine-ass presence. I nonchalantly pressed Big Byron down, but my big bull of a dick refused to heel.

“Okay, so you know about me and Bree. So what?” I wasn't in the mood to hear some holier-than-thou lecture. I get enough of that from Ma.

“Bree told me that you're not going to say anything to Kashawn.”

“Why would I? That shit wasn't planned. It just happened.”

Tangela hooked one hand on her hip. “So you, what, tripped and fell on her pussy?”

I laughed as I got up and walked toward the kitchen. “I'm getting a beer. I'll grab you one, too. You look like you could use one.”

I could smell Tangela's perfume drifting through the air of the house, her sweet scent permeating through the living room. I plucked two Michelobs out of Ma's booger-green vintage refrigerator and twisted off the tops to the longnecks and handed one to Tangela.

“Cheers,” I said, clanking my bottle against hers before I took a swig.

“So do you love her or did y'all just fuck because you were horny?”

“Why do you care where or who I run my dick up in?”

“Oh, make no mistake, I don't care who you fuck, D, trust.”

“Then why all the questions?”

“I'm just trying to find out where your head is at, and I don't mean the one on the end of your dick. You don't think I see how you look at Bree when she's around? You practically have to be hosed down.”

I reclined against the edge of the kitchen counter, my eyes glued to Tangela's breasts. She had no idea what she was doing to me and Big Byron. “Sounds like to me you're jealous.”

Tangela sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Of you and Bree? Boy, please.” She laughed before she took a swig of beer.

I took my beer and ran the cold bottle across my chest, teasing the hell out of Tangela. “I care about Bree. I care about whether she's happy or not,” I told her.

“Humph. If that was the case, you wouldn't have slept with a married woman, and not just
any
married woman, but the lady who's married to your brother.”

I was bored with Tangela's goody-two-shoes attitude, acting like she wipes her ass with diamonds. I knew just the thing that would shut her up. Big Byron.

“So you think she's happy with my button-down, straight-laced, Oxford shirt-wearing-ass brother?”

“Did she tell you that she's not happy with Kashawn? Because…if not, that leaves
us
something to work with.” Tangela started to saunter seductively toward me, undoing a couple of the buttons on her blouse.

“I don't follow.”

She held the tip of the bottle to her red, dick-sucking lips, allowing beer to seep between them. Big Byron twitched as Tangela wrapped her lips around the spout of the beer bottle.

“Damn, ma, take it to the head, take it to the head.”

I'm not going to lie. I wished it was my dick she had her lips wrapped around.
Yeah, you know exactly whatchu doin',
I thought. She finished off most of the beer, not letting a single drop drip from her lips. Tangela ran her hands along my chest. Her fingers were like a delicate feather across my nips.

“Answer the question. Do you love Bree?”

The truth is, I was in love with Bree. I had been in love with her the first night I laid eyes on her. And I hated that she was with my pencil-dick of a brother and not me.

Tangela kept on until she got down to the towel and yanked it from around my waist, causing Big Byron to bounce free like a birthday surprise.

“I will say this: I would rather she was with me than Kashawn.”

Tangela held me in her stare as she gently eased her hand around
my nine-inch thickness. I settled into her advances as she started to jack me off.

“So what if I told you that I had a plan where we could both get what we wanted?”

“How you figure that?”

Tangela placed her beer on the kitchen counter behind me. “I have a plan that could split the two of them up for good.”

I looked at Tangela like she had lost her mind. She sent every nerve in me rattling as she ran her hand along my shaft. “Damn, girl,” I whispered under my minty, fresh breath.

My heart began to thump faster when she eased down to her knees on Ma's kitchen floor. I looked down at her and she glanced up at me with those big, light-brown eyes as she teased the meaty tip of Big Byron with her long, wide tongue. In the time it took me to blink, Tangela threw her sin-red lips around my snake and started to milk it. She sucked me slow, just how I like it. Baby girl had some true, deep, dick-sucking skills that only came in a close second to Bree. This shit was on and popping. When I sank my fingers into her jungle of hair weave, I could feel the tracks as I pushed her head down on Big Byron.

“Deep throat that dick, bitch.”

Tangela did what she knew would make a brother feel good, taking Big Byron to the base, holding him in her throat before she slid up to the juicy perineum. If she kept this up, I was going to drown her in jizz. Her blow job work was up there with the best of them, even a few fags I let suck my dick back in Cali. I wanted to fuck, though. I wanted to lay this pipe in her pussy deep.

“I wanna fuck,” I told her as I eased Big Byron out of her mouth. My dick was smeared with lipstick, drenched with spit.

Tangela pulled up her skirt and peeled off the black panties like they were a second skin. “I know there's no love lost between you
and your brother, so I know you don't have a problem fucking his world up.”

Tangela was on point about that. I didn't give two rat shits about Kashawn. Just because we were twins don't mean we gotta like each other.

“Woman, has anyone ever told you, you talk too much?”

I hoisted Tangela up on the dining room table, sending Ma's crystal vase I gave her for Mother's Day last year, crashing to the floor. We paused for a minute at what I had just done.

“Fuck it; I'll buy her another one.” I was horny as hell and the only thing that was on my dirty mind was knocking Tangela's back out.

I yanked her skirt up over her booty on the table with Tangela's pussy splayed out like it was the main course. Juices trickled from her pussy that was as soft as satin when I pried her hot-pink lips apart. Tangela moaned when I pushed a finger in. I unplugged my digit so I could taste her.

Mmm…that's what I'm talkin' about.

She purred like a kitten the minute my tongue hit her sweet spot. I like to fuck, but I
love
eating pussy. I'm like Fat Albert at an all-you-can-eat soul food buffet when it comes to cunnilingus. I drove Tangela crazy as I teased her, sucking softly on the lips of her pussy.

But I couldn't forget about my boy, Big Byron, who was thumping between my firm muscle thighs for some added attention. I eased up from between Tangela's robust thighs, her juices sloppy across my mouth like ice cream, and smeared myself atop of her. Thanks to Tangela, Big Byron slid in like a well-oiled piston. I pulled at her blouse until the buttons popped free, bouncing on the table and floor. I fucked Tangela slow and easy, my dick fitting like the perfect puzzle piece.

“Fuck me,” Tangela yelped. “Fuck me like you fuck her.”

I assumed she was talking about Bree. I always knew Tangela was freak-nasty like that. I pulled at her bra until breasts were exposed like a tawdry secret. I teased her perky knobs with my tongue as I fucked her, sending pulses of
sextricity
through her body.

Tangela's pussy lips hugged Big Byron as I fucked fast and deep. Her pussy was like a black hole: infinite. She rested her big, thick gams on my temple shoulders. “Get it. Get this pussy, get it!”

She and I had the dining room table rocking. So much so, I thought it would collapse under our weight, but like me, it held steady. I kept a look out for any signs of Ma and Uncle Ray-Ray. The scent of sex spirited through the kitchen.

“Fuck me like you fuck Bree.”

Tangela kept on until I imagined she was Bree, smiling up at me. I fucked harder as I thought she should be with me instead of Shawn. He thinks he's such king shit, walking his happy, Howdy Doody ass around here like he's better than me just because he's a doctor and lives in a big house.

“Does he fuck you like this, huh? Does he beat that pussy up like I do?”

Who wants to live way out in Ox Bottom Manor with a bunch of cornball white folks anyway? I bet they gave him the real red carpet treatment. I'm surprised those white breads haven't burned a cross in his yard yet.

That's what I can't stand about niggas like Kashawn. They get some coin, and the first thing they do is move out in neighborhoods like Ox Bottom Manor, Killearn Estates, and Plantation Estates. I mean, what muthafucka wants to live in a neighborhood called Plantation Estates? That's all kinds of fucked up.

I had to put the thought out of my brain. Big Byron was starting to soften. I focused my attention back onto Bree, I mean, Tangela, who was giving me her best orgasm face.

“Don't stop,” she pleaded. “I'm going to come!”

I, too, was close to popping a nut that had been stewing up in me all afternoon. I picked up more speed, fucking hard and crazy, stretching Tangela's sugar walls with each thrust.

“I'm coming, I'm coming!” she yelled. Her dirty words echoed through the house. I felt Big Byron skirt. Her pussy milked what felt like buckets of semen out of my dick. As I rested my head between the cleft of Tangela's breasts, she said, “So how about it? You want to get in on this plan with me to break Bree and your brother up?”

I lapped at Tangela's nipple, glanced at her, and said with a sinister grin, “I'm down for whatever.”

B
ree doesn't deserve a man like Kashawn. Leave it to her to fuck up a good thing by fucking your man's brother of all people. If it wasn't for Kashawn, she would still be shaking her ashy-ass at Risqué for rent money. Typical Bree, ungrateful bitch. It was me. I was the one who got Deanthony to come to the birthday party. I knew she would go bat-shit crazy when she saw him walk through the door. The look on her face was worth the price of admission. There was no way in hell I was going to spend the afternoon watching her hang all over Kashawn.

It's all enough to make me throw up. Look at this house. The living room is bigger than my low-income hovel. He's given her everything and what does she do? Piss it away for a big dick. I should be married to Kashawn. Technically, I saw him first. He was so cute, sitting off by himself, nursing a beer at Club Rehab. Bree was shaking her skanky ass on the dance floor with some loser as usual while I sat around being a magnet for trolls. Even then, it didn't take much to get Bree between the sheets. A wink and a drink and, boom, she was going home with some loser who reeked of aftershave and K-Mart cologne. It's a wonder she doesn't walk around with a mattress strapped to her back. I had these pretty hazel eyes on Kashawn all night and was about to go over and introduce myself when Bree pussy-blocked me. Before I could make a move, she was practically shaking her beach ball-sized titties
in his face. The fucked-up thing was that he actually fell for that shit. I went home alone that night, wondering what it is about Bree men couldn't resist.

Back in high school, she was a mess, a walking broomstick who had no ass and titties the size of muffins. The jocks were all over her as soon as she started to bloom around the tenth grade. She went from broomstick to Ms.
Jet
magazine of the month in two seconds flat. Girls in high school didn't much like her when she was a skinny, bookish bitch, but when she started stealing boyfriends and it was rumored that she was fucking half the basketball team, they wanted to burn her at the stake. She can't fix her mouth to talk about Yvonne. I stood by her and got in any bitch's face who talked smack about Bree. That's until she made moves on Brent Martin, this cute boy who was in my World History class. When Bree found out how badly I was crushing on Brent, she sank her claws in and wouldn't let up until the brother was just another conquest to write about in her Hello Kitty diary. I played it off like I didn't care that she had fucked the most beautiful boy in school, but I was pissed and vowed to watch my back around Bree. I've been covering my ass ever since.