Summary : When Elijah blew Annie’s light out, Isaac was the one who lit it again. Her man was good in bed, extremely fine, smart, a provider. Their love, or so they call it never been under hardship, until now. The twins were back in Delta, Annie gave herself a mission : avoid Smoke and make sure Stack keep his big running mouth shut about their little adventures.
Pairing : Annie x OC ; Smoke x Annie ; Annie x Stack
C.W : Bondage, Fem!dom, Mommy kink, footjob, slurs, pheromones kink, teasing, pet play, cheating, man!degradation.
A/N : this 4-story is mainly smut with women characters with questionable choices (cheating mostly), no angst really but you all know me it’s never 0 risk. Thank you hornee cult ✨
Part 1 𓆦 Part 2 𓆦 Part 3 𓆦 Part 4
They back in town.
Smoke and Stack?
Stack get back with little Mary, well she ain’t little no more.
What about Smoke?
I reckon this one would lose his damn mind if he—
Enough.
Annie had heard enough of these gossips. She didn’t and never owe Smoke nothing, especially after he abandoned her for seven years, leaving her grieving alone, crying herself to sleep.
She took the grocery bag and left Bo general store before him or his wife began running their mouth about how she felt about the news.
Mighty Lord, she had a man to feed and a business to run and thinking about Smoke was none of them.
Annie cross the streets to her house. Isaac — the man who held her hips and warmed her solitude for two years now — had renovated her old shack, adding amenities, cleaning the porch and even built her a little farm with chicken coop and pigs.
Isaac was not a ghost, he was present, healthy and good : her beautiful and strong man.
Arrived at her porch, Annie immediately heard her chickens chirping behind a trail of seeds, her pigs continued their mud bath in their stalls.
“Isaac—” she called his name shouting cheerfully before speed-walking his way.
He stood there proud, his pant low and loose below his abdomen, V-line drawing the road to his scrumptious manhood.
His deep brown, cocoa complexion was glowing under the blazing delta’s sun, sweat pearling across his muscular, chiseled torso.
“Aye, my eyes up here, sugar.” He grinned, bucking Annie’s hips close to his.
“You had no business being naked in my backyard.” She retorted.
Isaac laughed honestly, showing his pearly white teeth. “I am not.”
“Look the same to me, cow-boy.” She brushed off his chest and walked away, heading inside the house.
Isaac gathered his toolbox from the dirt beside the steps, the metal handle biting into his palm, and pushed through the door behind her.
She had already unpacked the groceries, shoving the vegetables in a plastic bowl to wash them and the pork in another container.
She retrieved the cutting board, drew a knife down through a sweet potato, the firm chunks knocking into the cast iron pot one by one.
Isaac crouched in front of the sink cabinet, pulled its door open and brought his head inside to read the pipe, then eased himself flat on his back against the floor, his broad shoulders filling the mouth of the cabinet, fingers sorting through the toolbox until he came up with the wrench.
“Finally you decided to fix that sink.” Annie grumbled filling the pot at the tap above him, the water running cold over her wrists. She carried it to the stove, then stretched her arms to take the salt tin on a high shelf.
The wrench slipped from Isaac’s fingers and clanged against the pipe, the sound ringing hollow inside the cabinet.
He didn’t bother picking it up, distracted by the view under Annie’s dress : the man couldn’t help himself. From where he lay flat on his back, head half inside the cabinet, he saw her panties’ wet cotton stretched across her pussy, the fabric had gone transparent with dampness and sweat, showing him the swelling dark purple-brown of her lips underneath, the way they pressed full against the cotton, the crease down the center where the fabric had shuffled between them.
His breath ragged, shallowly. When she put the tin back on shelf, her thighs parted wider, ass bouncing with the motion. He inhaled through his flared nostrils, humming her.
The scent was stronger now, that raw musky, and salt-sweet smell, drifting down through the steam and settling thick in the back of his throat.
His cock pushed hard against his thigh, the working pants’ fabric tented over it.
“Isaac.” Annie called roughly. “I know you hear me talking to you.”
“Mhm…” He shortly replied, clearly not listening.
Annie sucked her teeth grabbing the pork and slapped it into the bowl. She reached for her spices jars and picked paprika. “Three weeks, Isaac, damn it feels like a month. I told you to fix it and you ain’t done nothing about it.” She dropped the paprika and took garlic, spraying flakes over the meat. “I asked you on Tuesday. Asked you again on Friday. Shit, I asked you this morning before you even got your ass out of bed, and what you told me? I’m gonna fix it today, baby, I promise.” She imitated him foolishly “Well, well, well, the only ladies getting your attention today were the chicks. And what you even doing down there ? Huh?”
Annie could nag every day, non-stop and Isaac would listen, clearly bewitched.
His hand rubbed over the bulge in his pants, the friction sending heat through his groin while he breathed in the scent of her arousal. Her thighs were slick with it, shining wet along her chocolate skin.
“—and I swear to God, Isaac, if I gotta ask you one more time—”
He slid his head out from under the sink and sat there against the cabinet, his back pressed to the doors, legs sprawled across the kitchen floor. He reached up, his arms extending on either side of her hips, yanked her off her feet and into his lap.
Her voluptuous ass slammed hard on his thighs, plushy flesh sending jolts through his length. The opened spice jars on the counter tipped, salt and pepper sprawling on the floors.
Annie’s dress rode up with the fall, bunching around her hips. With her thick thighs tight on each of his side, Isaac felt her wetness hot against his crotch, dousing his pants fabric.
“Isaac—” She tried to turn, her hands grabbing at his forearms, but he held her tight to his chest, fingers sunk deep around her waist. “I’m cooking— the food will—”
“Be a good girl for me.” He leaned near the crease of her ear, slipped his tongue out, traveling, lapping the salt along her neck to her lobe. “You feel that?” He bucked his hips up, the thick ridge of his dick grinding against her ass.
“Isaac…I been out in da awful heat, let me shower—” she hesitated, whimpering.
“Love it dat way.” He grunted, sliding her panties aside, thump circling her clitoris, two fingers stroking deep inside her pussy. With his other hand Isaac nearly tore her apron, roughly unbuttoned her dress, spilling her big luscious tits free.
His two fingers drove deeper into her cunt, knuckles pressing flush against her folds on each push, while his thumb rolled steady at her clit.
“Isaac—” she whimpered, panting.
Annie’s body folded into it, thighs slack and wide across his lap. Her tits wiggled, sagging with every thrust, her nipples stiff in the hot kitchen air.
Her vagina walls clenched around his fingers, pumping them in and out — the squelching sound of her cunt driving him insane as he stroked her further, clacking her G-spot. She rocked her ass back and forth , arching her back deeply, swaying her hips while straddling passionately his hand.
“Aah—mhm…Isaac…the stew…” she whimpered.
He groaned low into her neck, hips bucking up into the grind of her ass, cock throbbing hard against his soaked waistband. “All dat fussin’ get your pussy mad wet huh.”
Isaac cracked his finger deep, digging her hole. “Fuck— feel how she snitchin’ on you?”
“Ah…Ah…” she breathed hard,gasping. Her head dropped back slouchy onto his shoulder, mouth faintly open, a string of drool beading at the corner of her lips.
And just as she began to hit the edge of her climax. His fingers stilled between her gravel walls.
Instinctively, Annie ground her butt back into his idle hand, thighs shaking, her pussy gushing white and coating his knuckles as she tried to fuck herself onto his fingers.
Isaac gripped her hips firmly, holding her still while he felt her walls fluttering around nothing.
“Isaac—” she whined. “Fuck— don’t stop please—”
He grinned, breathing hot in the hollow of her shoulders. Behind them the potatoes stew start boiling, the pork meat done marinating.
Acutely, Isaac took his hand off her hips and clicked the stove off. Then, he handed her back down, as he
leisurely pulled his fingers free from her vagina, dragging them through her gooey, creamy folds.
A thick string of her juice dripped over his knuckles as he gaped her labia, toying the aching spot before grazing his fingers up her lips.
“So creamy, baby.” He grunted, groping her ass, palming her big cheeks before spanking her hard, once and twice, flushing her wiggling flesh purple-ish. “Come on, ain’t you wanna taste that?”
Isaac bobbed her mouth open, shoving his fingers past her lips cutting her breathing short, stuffing her full, pressing down on her tongue.
“Mhm—” she wailed around him, her tongue coiling between his soppy index and major finger. Her own strong musky taste sloshed the back of her throat. Her meaty nipples twitched of pleasure as she slurped over her own sweetness, a bead of saliva trickling from the corner of her lips.
Annie was lecherously drunk, her eyes dazed with lust, mind broken and body limped of thrill, she crossed her eyes, squirting on his already ruined work pants. Yet, the heat coiling in her stomach seemed not totally gone.
Isaac shifted, hoisting her up against him, her head lolling onto his shoulder, arms hanging loose at her sides, her legs dangling and thighs still shaking.
He carried her through the space to the bedroom without a word and laid her down leisurely on the mattress, dragging his lips along her collarbone as he lowered her.
“You a good girl.” He murmured against her feverish skin. “Wait for me here, baby.”
Annie set comfortably on the bed, thighs falling open on their own, fingers curling into the sheets, pussy clenching around nothing, still chasing the ghost of his hand. She whimpered, trying to keep her breath steady.
After minutes, Isaac returned with a rope looped over his shoulder, his eyes raking her voluptuous body from the doorway before he even crossed the room. She held his gaze, watching him walked toward her.
“My sweet mama” He groaned, leaning over her. “You wasn’t cute today…”, he continued, unlacing the rope. “Yapping, nagging, running that silly mouth…” He took her wrists first, winding the cord twice around them, unhurried, pulling the knot firm against the headboard.
“And you know what I do when you so bad…”
He tilted her chin up to make sure she was watching every second of her bondage. Her toes curled into the sheets as he moved to her ankles — he also tied them wide apart, leaving her thighs extremely spread, panties drenched and clingy.
“I really wanna know what…or who made you that wet baby….mhm was the market that exciting today…?”
Annie’s breath hitched when he hooked a finger into her panties and tore the material messily.
Then, he bushed the pieces together and shoved it between her teeth.
“But not right now baby…daddy gon keep himself busy huh…” Isaac grunted, positioning himself up against her entrance. Languidly he freed his throbbing cock — pre-cum beading at the tip, and dragged it lushly through her glistening folds.
Annie’s lips fluttered against his veiny length, big clit twitching against his meat.
“Fuck— Annie…” he rasped, staring at her ripe fruit salivating onto the sheet, “Mhm yeah baby.” His voice stayed low and rough. “You want me to fuck that pussy?”
He pressed his jerking meat into her unhurried, her cunt swallowing his penis inch by inch, clenching tight around his girth as he filled her up.
Annie arched her back off the mattress, her tits falling back, sagging at her sides, the knots biting into her wrists and ankles as her body rose helpless to meet him.
Isaac stuffed his dick into her deep and slowly, pausing to grind further with every thrust. His pelvis pressed hard against hers while he stretched his hand, tightening down around her throat.
Annie pushed a muffled moan through the gag, her thighs pulling against the rope.
“Shit— dis pussy really made for me.” He rasped , sinking further.
Annie was in trance : eyes dizzy, thoughts blurred, her whole body quivering as she built toward her orgasm, every slow thrust winding her tighter.
“I—Isaac I’m—”
“Yea baby I know, come for me.”
Her climax crashed through her in shuddering waves, her inner walls clenching tight around him as she gushed, soaking the sheets.
Isaac pulled out and fisted himself over her, jerking his still erected length fast until he came, milking himself dry across her tits.
“Fuck— ya got da pussy power mama, ain’t no gal better than you…”
For a whole week, Annie avoided the Sunday market, the Chow’s general store, the center town. She even paid someone to wash her laundry at the river.
Isaac questioned her about this sudden change of routine — at first, her lies were easy, then he started to be insistent. Consequently, to prevent anymore suspicions, she decided to step her foot out the bayou and wash his clothes herself in the bank.
“Where you going?” He asked, coming out straight from the shower, water dripping over his half naked body.
“Our laundry. The clothes are dirty, I’ll be right back.”
She crossed three, then four blocks, walking deep into the swamp, past an abandoned church house to the beck.
The stream ran shallow and brown at the bank, tree roots curling into the mud at the edges, the water cold against her ankles when she stepped in. She wrung Isaac’s overalls against the flat rock, knuckles dragging through the denim, lather foaming white before the current pulled it downstream.
Annie was bent at the waist, arms in the water, when large hands slapped on her ass — both palms squeezing her plushy flesh, thumbs riding the crease between her cheeks through her dress.
“Funny thing…my pinky toe been itchin’ all mornin’. Told me walk down to the river today.”
Annie’s hands loosened on the laundry. Her breath pulled short, heartbeats accelerating. She had spent a whole week avoiding these two troublesome brothers, and still the worst of them found her without trying.
She bit her lower lip, straightened up and turned to face him. “It would kill you to keep your hands to yourself, huh? Stack.”
He scoffed, grinning, both hands raised. The sun bathed-light lit his golden tooth as he closed the distance between them. “Wouldn’t be the first time you almost killed me, mama.”
He stepped forward, swallowing her personal space. The muddy ground was slippery and it only cost a ridiculous shift of her body for Annie to fall down in the water.
“Aarf— Fuck—!” She surfaced cursing, gritting her teeth.
Stack tracked Annie’s movements as she came up sputtering, dress plastered to her skin, the wet cotton gone sheer across her chest, underlining her full deep brown tits and her nipples drawn stiff from the cold.
He whistled, cocking his head to drink on her sultry body. “Seven good years Lord…they ain’t did none to you baby.” He wet his lips. “Except being kind.”
“You ain’t been missed, Stack.” Annie pushed wet coils hair back from her face, standing in the current up to her thighs. “Definitely not.”
He shrugged his shoulders smirking. “You ain’t running away from what I see…”
Annie waded toward him, the current releasing her thighs as she stepped out the bank to the shore, her wet dress clinging to every curve, bare feet sinking into the mud. She closed the distance between them leaving the river smell hanging between them.
“You got a death wish wandering around what ain’t yours, Stack.” She stared at him up and down. “Some shit never change.”
Foolishly he tried to hold her wrist and she slapped him — the sound ricocheting off the calm water.
Stack rested his palm on his stinging cheek, widening his eyes, pupils dark and dilated.
“Ain’t you tired of being the Cain of his Abel?”
Stack straightened his spine, looked down on her, laughing frantically. “Abel’s wife sure wasn’t out there keeping that skirt long and shut, huh.”
With strength, Annie pushed him onto the muddy ground, his back hitting the dirt sluggishly. The water ran deceitfully calm few feet behind her while she advanced forward and set her bare foot onto his crotch, pressing hard on the sinful evidence of his arousal.
“You ain’t complained when you found your way under it, ain’t you.” She mocked him. “What a kind brother you are.”
Stack shot his hand up and circled her ankle, fingers tightening around the bone. His sneer spread wide and gold across his face while his eyes dazed, his whole body quivering into the mud like he had nowhere else he wanted to be.
Annie stamped on his bulge, her sole rolling across the ridge of his cock. The fabric of his pants tautened as he hardened beneath it, his hips pushing up once into the pressure before he caught himself.
“Some things ain’t meant to be touched.” She pressed the head of his meat with her big toe. “You always did have trouble remembering that.”
Stack breathed hard and shallow through his nose — nostrils flaring wide —, his full lips parting lightly while his massive cock thickening larger, straining up against her foot.
“Poor baby.” She hissed, bruising his length with her heel. “It look uncomfortable. You want me to let it go?”
“You telling me or asking me?” He stuttered, dizzy.
Annie dragged her sole up his shaft, jerking him back and forth, toes wrapping around the girth of his cock. “Mhm…” She grind her heel into his base, circling it on his swollen groin while her arch rolled over his throbbing length.
“Gnn—” Stack gritted his teeth, fingers twitching at his side as his dick jumped hard against her foot each time she squeezed her toes around the tip.
“You going mad huh? You want mama to see that fat dick of yours so bad.” She slightly lifted her foot off his aching meat and then crushed it on his balls, torturing him with pleasure.
“Fuck— fu..fuckin bi…gnn” he growled, his penis writhing wild in his pants, pre-cum already staining his pants in dark and wet patches.
“Mhm…unzip it.” Annie ordered him firmly as his hips snapping up into every stroke, chasing her feet each time she dragged back.
Stack obeyed, his quivering hands shifting to his waistband, glassy brown and blown irises holding her gaze while his dick sprang free — swollen, soggy and deep dark brown. The veins stood hard long his huge shaft, cock jerking heavy to the left, cum beading at the tip.
Annie stared down his monstrous gift, biting her lips. She had flashes of this scrumptious dick tearing her tight walls apart years ago the day after her wedding. “You should be ashamed of being that ridiculously big.” She squinted her eyes, clearing her throat before spitting onto his flushed deep dark purple’s cock head. Her saliva ran slow on the tip, leaking long his length and again she worked him with her foot, trying to grasp his large-sized prick between her toes — uselessly.
His throbbing dick bobbed hard against her sole, weeping in her grip, pre-cum smearing wet on her skin.
Stack dragged his hand up from the mud toward himself. Annie’s fiery eyes cut down to it — threatening — and he dropped it.
She reached down and bunched her dress to her waist in one slick motion — she had walked to the river to wash her clothes including her panties and hadn’t bothered putting clean ones on before leaving the house — the warm Delta air pushing soft onto her bare pussy, her lips full, glistening and swollen, the crease of her cunt brown-purplish and wet in the afternoon light filtering through the cypress trees.
Stack’s face crumpled completely, his pupils gulping totally the brown of his irises, jaw going slack.
“Look how pretty she is.” Annie mewled, watching him come apart beneath her foot. “And she wet too. Not for you though.That’s lame.”
She held the dress up and let him drink on the sight of her juicy cooze while his hips rocked up pathetically in the mud beneath her foot. “She been waking up every morning for somebody else. And she gon go back to him tonight smelling like this river.”
“Mama—” Stack wailed with a cracked voice. “Come on— you know I need it— please—” he kept begging, tears spilling hot down the sides of his face and cutting tracks through the mud that dried on his cheeks.
Annie grinned, brushing her tongue long her lips. “You such a little sissy, Stackie.” She reached into her neckline and spilled her large-sized, heavy tits free, — areolas wide, deep brown and full, her nipples fat and stiff from the cold water — their weight sagging and wiggling atop of his face.
She cupped her breasts, — her eyes still unraveling him — spat on the slit between the soft flesh and rubbed them against each other, squeezing slow. “Ain’t you love what you see?”
She brought her boob to her mouth, bobbing, slurping on her swollen nipple, tongue flicking lasciviously around it. Annie didn’t break the eye contact, trapping Stack in her show.
Annie dragged her foot clean off him, leaving his banging cock jerking up and down, cream threading down his shaft into the mud. Then, she took her time squatting over his face, bare feet sinking into the muddy ground on either side of his head, dress still bunched at her waist.
Her fat pussy gaped open - gooey and delicious — , hovering over his face. The river breeze slapped her cunt lightly, pushing the thick musky smell of her vagina down, filling his already flared nostrils.
Stack’s length lurched hard against nothing, weeping at the slit, his hips rolling up off the mud, chasing a ghost.
Satisfied, Annie bore down slow, her walls clenching tight and releasing.
“Fuuck—” She moaned, her cunt bubbling open with a soft wet pop while she drew thin air inside her hole — a wet queef slipping free between her lips shamelessly, her lips fluttering with it right above Stack’s upturned face.
“Annie— shit— Annie—” Stack groaned through his teeth, exploding in hard stuttering pulses, cum striping his shirt in thick ropes. He arched his back up off of the mud while she stayed crouched atop of him, watching every second of his ecstasy with her chin tipped down and her eyes lazy.
“You know who would have got his shit up, slammed my ass onto one those damn trees and ruined that pussy?” Stack flexed his jaw, an ugly expression swallowing his face. “You know who would have choked me while pounding hard in that cunt like he owns it?”
“Shut the fuck up, Annie.” He cursed, gruffly whereas her snicker never left her face.
“You know who would have slutted me dry, mhm?” She continued, amused and excited by the thought of him feeling less than his twin brother.
“Shut up.”
“Yeah, baby.” She purred, concluding. “Smoke.”
She rose, shook her dress down over her thighs, walked to the flat rock and gathered her laundry. She wrung them out once, tucked the wet bundle under her arm and leave.
Annie returned home to her chickens chirping loud and the pigs starving. She dried their laundry on the clothesline in the backyard then walked inside the home.
She barely passed the doorway when she saw a paper folded on the small dining room table :
Baby, got called up next town on short notice, I’ll be back in two days. Your friend Marylise stopped by, something about a new juke joint opening up. You should go, have a good time. Love you. Isaac.
The paper smelled of sawdust and corn liquor. Annie read it once, her shoulders dropping, thumb rubbing slow across the edge before she set it back down on the table.
She sighed, clicking her tongue in the back of her throat — either guilt or relief tasting on her tongue. She walked to the washroom, filled the basin, stripped her dress off her shoulders while the water rising.
She scrubbed her foot first, wiped the cloth between her toes where Stack’s cum had dried, then moved up her thighs washing the mud off herself.
Twenty five minutes later, Annie left the washroom cleaned. She slid into a beige cotton blouse and flared skirt, braided her coils in corrow before moving to her altar. She kneeled, changed her grandmother liquor and glass of water, sprayed the new herbal perfume she had prepared weeks ago and left the house.
The heat had softened by the time she stepped off the porch but the sun still sitting high and yellow over the bayou, even the cicadas kept demure in the undergrowth. Annie strode past five houses to arrive at her friend’s doorway. An hold on her hip, head tilted aside, she knocked twice at the door.
Something shuffled inside, a radio humming soul air before the wood frame swung open. With a only cloth wrapped around her chest, Marylise appeared on the threshold, chewing something, eyes going up and down Annie : “Well look who da swamp run my way. I was startin’ to think Isaac had you chained up in there.”
She stepped aside for Annie who walked in. “Was doin’ laundry when you stopped by.”
“Mhm mhm.” Marylise replied. “He told me dat. You want water?”
Annie shook her head, getting comfortable in a small armchair near her friend’s dressing. “So…” she looked at Marylise. “You been busy huh…”
The creole woman hissed playfully, crossing the room to her shelves, “somebody got to be sugar.”
She unknotted the cloth around her body, letting it pooled at her feet — her perky tits sitting high and round, nipples pebbled dark. Marylee’s large hips swayed as she bent over a lower drawer, her round ass bouncing up, thighs spreading, flashing her plump water-wet brown pussy lips.
“If you don’t move that thang outta my face—” Annie chuckled playfully.
“What? You like what you see?”
The women laughed pretty. Marylise got a grip on her panties and a sundress.
After dressing up she sat on her mattress across Annie, pulling her knees to her chest. “You see that cracker sawmill off the creek road?”
“Mhm.” Annie nodded once, then squinted. “What about it?”
“Well, somebody bought it and patched that shit up !”
Annie squinted, a mean grin stretching her lips. “Into what? Another church house?” She laughed mockingly. “Bet it need some holy cleansing. Who knows what them crackers did in there…”
“Nah. Nah. Not a church house? Do I look like a choir girl?” Marylise exclaimed falsely offended.
“So?”
“It’s a juke joint now.” The creole woman stood up, walking up to her vanity wooden table. She patted some clay on her face as she continued. “Apparently they even got a young fella playing his guitar every night. We ain’t see Delta Slim drunk ass near the courthouse for days, folks thinking he doing music there too…”
A sudden and strange wave of heat ran through Annie’s body. Something she couldn’t quite explain in the moment.
“And girl it’s not even the real deal—” Marylise turned around, eyes wide. “The men coming in there? Lord have mercy on my soul.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Lord have mercy on YOUR soul indeed.” Annie gave her a dry look. “I got a man at home, last time I checked, Marylee.”
“Mhm, mhm…” Marylise replied, facing her small broken mirror. “He know how lucky he is?” She cut her eyes at Annie’s reflection in the mirror, her gaze dragging slow down her curves.
“I ain’t got no pecker under my skirt for you. Drop the purr girl.”
“Awe.” Marylise laughed. “Anyway, they opening tonight again. You coming?”
“Ion know…” Annie cautiously wondered. “It be a mixed crowd or—”
With her face done, Marylise rose up from the chair, swept two feet toward Annie and stood by her side. “Colored only, honey. Ain’t a pale face in sight and trust me they better keep it that way.”
If they made it colored only, certainly that the owners were black themselves. That what Annie thought when Marylee answered her questions. “You know who bought that place?” She still fished in.
“I asked ‘round. Everybody got a different story. Ain’t nobody know for sure.” Marylise retorted.
Juke joints meant possibilities of meeting one of them trouble twin or both, somewhere close to it. Annie didn’t fancy the idea — at all. Still, she wouldn’t let those motherfuckers ruined her two resting days. Isaac was away for a while, he gave her green lights, her girl was thrilled about going out and she — herself — got some moves to show.
Marylise came around the back of the armchair and bent forward, her hands running down Annie’s shoulders and slipping under her arms.
She cupped her breasts through the blouse, kneading them in her palms, thumbs circling her stiffening nipples through the cotton. Then, she hooked her chin over Annie’s shoulder and hushed : “Who care anyway. It’s a yes or no?”
Annie rocked into her hands, her voluptuous tits spilling and bouncing off Marylise’s palms, the blouse pulling thin across her stiffened nipples before she drew her wrists away and rose from the armchair. “With arguments like that I be a fool to not coming.” She smoothed her skirt and strode to the door. “8 evening is dat good?”
“Yeah. Let’s meet there directly.”
On her way back home, Annie walked by two men discussing about Delta’s main topic : the return of the SmokeStack Twins.
Apparently, Smoke had keep himself busy since he back, making business moves, and parading the mess he became. She heard that he shot Terry — poor man — in the ass. He was hanging with the Chows, showing off with money wherever he went to whoever wanted to see.
Long story short : doing everything except coming say hi to the woman, he abandoned for seven goddamn years.
Honestly, guilt was gnawing at her. She had not been the most faithful, perfect woman and what had happened between her and his brother had no business happening. If Smoke had ever found out, she would have been a dead woman. And for Stack? Blood or not he wouldn’t have fare much better.
Guess, she learned in a hard way. She shouldn’t expect him to crawl his way back to her arms. It was Smoke after all.
“Anyway.” She sighed, swaying her hips into her chicken coop. “What’s gone is gone.”
Her Isaac was perfect. Smoke and Stack messy selves couldn’t compare.
Hours blurred fast and quickly the clock ticked seven. The proud sun had settled down, freeing the crickets from their shelters, the night marshy cold air breezed inside her house through the opened windows. Annie had dolled herself up in a low-cut, dangerous velvet green dress, its neckline dipping deep and wide. Her large breasts pushed up and spilled generous above the velvet : oiled,round and brown against the green. She had shaped her afro into a scrumptious updo ornate with pearls and stepped into a pair of well-refined wooden heels.
Before leaving, Annie dug through her purse for her small round mirror, finding it beneath her coin purse and a folded cloth. She held it up close, her eyes moving over her reflection — the pearls nestled in her afro, the velvet green sitting right on her curves. Satisfied, she tucked the mirror away and left.
Blues notes curled out through the door before she even crossed the threshold, drawing her in. Marylise hadn’t waited long, her friend was already inside, swaying on the dance floor like she had been there all evening.
She grinned, her hips already catching the rhythm as she pushed through the crowd toward her friend. One foot after the other, she balanced her hips, giggling prettily then abruptly her smile turned into a grimace then died — excitement crumpling down when she caught the face of the guitarist : Sammy, the twins young cousin.
Sammy? Here?
Why? Why is he playing here? Is Jed finally released the boy? No, no. Must be someone looking exactly like him? Right?
If not—
That’s meant the twins were alway around.
Her breath cut short. Annie stilled immediately, heart beating fast, struggling to follow a healthy rhythm, sweat gathered at her temple, between her breasts, thick thighs under her dress, the slope of her neck. Wary, she gazed through the room leisurely, scanning each tiniest spot under the dim amber light until she her eyes landed on a corner lightened different : deep blue.
And here he was.
Smoke was holding court there under the blue light, his grey suit crisp on his broad, muscular frame, leather harness crossing his chest and cigarette burning slow between his full lips. A woman on his left side — honey sand complexion, pretty almond eyes with her curls fluttering on his forearm —, a medium-height bodacious dark skin with an updo pressed against his right arm, his hand gripping her ass. Greed personified, he even had a brown sugar with a pixie cut curled in his lap, drawling something close to his lips.
Yet his dark brown eyes didn’t dart away from Annie, holding her dizzy gaze with coldness.
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