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Jun 3

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 : public sex, steamy kisses, dirty talk, cheating, drama, blowjob, cum-expansion, brat!dom dynamic

Part 6

“Elijah what in God’s name—” Her hand stayed on the handle, eyes cutting past him down the empty road both ways, heedful.

Then, she hissed through her teeth seconds before snatching a fistful of his jacket and yanked him inside, the door swinging shut on the evening air, the latch catching behind her before she even turned to face him.

Those twins really decided to get on her fucking nerves this whole day or what?

Careless and impetuous, Smoke sat on an armchair near her herbs and candles supplies’ shelves. He picked a pipe hidden behind a dark amber jar and lit it. “Still letting the old ones take up rent in this house I see.”

“Conjured spirits got more senses than the ones who live.” Annie shot back, staring dead at him, her palms holding the curves of her sides. “Have you gone and lost the last two cents rattling round in that head of yours? How dare you coming there?”

Smoke breathed in, inhaling and blowing out tobacco off his pipe. What cost him to come back in this shack? Nothing changed much in seven years, except for these tatters and worn-out male pants hanging on walls.

Nigga sure made his presence known. Hilarious.

“I went and cleaned up the trouble your temper made.” He tapped on his lap. “Bring yourself over here.”

Annie stared at him a long second, her hip cocking out. “You walk in here tracking mud on my clean floor and got the audacity to tell me where to sit in my own house?” She sucked her front teeth, shaking her head. “Ain’t paid a light bill, ain’t fixed a single board on this porch, and got the audacity to be pointing at furniture. Bring yourself over here.” She imitated him, exaggerating an accent. “You see that stove over there? That pot on it? Neither one of them got your name on them and neither do that chair…”

Smoke had stopped listening after the second sentence. She will do as he wished. That wasn’t even a question. Still, women will be women after all.

Even if she had no right to utter a word to him after spreading her good thang to Stack, he was still her husband. And no women kept quiet after being left for seven years old.

Since he came back, Annie didn’t get the chance to poke at him and play house. This place surely was bringing back memories.

I was not the one ruining our lives. Smoke thought. Yet, he didn’t interrupt her nagging.

“Even that radio—“

“I didn’t pay it Ma’. Now come here.” He repeated roughly with a gravelly voice.

Annie opened her mouth to fire back, her finger already lifting to point at something else in the room that wasn’t his — the curtains, the basin, anything — , her feet carried her forward anyway, closing the distance between them with her chin tipped high and her eyes accusing, like she was walking over there to argue and not because every stubborn inch of her wanted to.

She loomed over him, one hand planting on the armrest, the other on her hip. “You got one more time to—” Smoke’s hands closed firmly around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap — her thick thighs spreading across his, the chair creaking once under their combined weight. His palms flattened against the swell of her hips, fingers sprawling around her ass — straddling her on his lap before she could decide whether to fight it.

“Nothing here that I owned. But you know what belongs to me?” He rubbed the voluptuous flesh of her cheeks, smacking them once. “Mhm?” He spanked her again, flaming her ass.

Her softness felt doughy in his palms as he groped them. Seconds after seconds he kept clapping her curves, making them bounce languidly.

“Elijah…” Annie’s breath hitched, her lips parting as she breathed raggedly.

“I got that one pretty doll belonging to me. Too bad she never known how to behave correctly…” he continued, planting his nose in the hollow of her neck.

“You shouldn’t—” Her large and scrumptious breasts rose and fell uneven, trailing the wrecked rhythm of her breathing. The thin material of her dress had gone taut across her stiffened nipples, outlining them fat and swollen.

Annie squirmed atop of him, her chest grazing his. She felt damp below, her drawers humid, the cotton clinging to her folds, chafing her sensitive clit with every roll of her body.

Her honeypot was clenching, aspiring the panties fabric — walls squeezing and releasing, arousal threading down her inner thigh.

“There not such a thing I shouldn’t do woman.” Elijah whispered near her ear, his tongue swirling the lobe. With grace, he sneaked an hand leisurely across her bare thighs — threading fingers under the fabric of her dress and hiking it higher. “What you gon do? You don’t want me there?”

His thumb found the elastic of her garment while his moist tongue tasted her, from the cage of her neck to the corner of her luscious lips.

Whatever she meant to say dissolved when his thumb peeled the cotton aside, her arousal already slicking his finger tips.

He traveled sluggishly across her mouth to her bottom lip. Annie exhaled hot and gave away when Smoke’s lips covered hers — his tongue sliding slow past her teeth to meet and dance with hers.

She choked on a moan as the tobacco scent flooded her mouth. Her full rounded tits skimmed through his shirt when she gripped his collar — hips straddling his already soaked hand inside her vagina.

Behind them, the oil lamp sputtered and outside frogs and cicadas were competing for the best orchestra.

With their lips pressed together nothing seemed to matter. Annie heart hammered in her chest, she flattened her fists on his shoulder while breathing his oxygen.

Smoke’s lungs burned, craving for air. Yet his lips kept moving against hers, his tongue making love to hers while their eyes held each other in hostage.

She hurt him. His pride, his trust, his ego. Things he could never get back. He knew he could never forgive her. But why?

Why was she melting under him like this?

Why her body offered itself to his touches?

Smoke drew rashly from her — a pale string of saliva bridging the gape between their lips, trembling before streaming down between them.

Annie hiccuped, whimpering. “E—Elijah…?”

He squelched his fingers out of her creamy bathed pussy and thrust them deep in her throat, watching Annie suffocating on her own arousal.

While she whined, her face whimsy and turned on. Smoke wound her coils around his free fist and wrenched her head back.

Annie’s spine bowed off his chest, her throat baring long under shadowing the lamplight.

“Do you have an idea of how deep this heart run hatred for you Annabelle?”

Annie’s breath tore ragged, her thighs locking tighter across his lap.

Smoke drew his teeth unhurried along the soft and sensitive flesh of her bared throat — traveling down from her jaw to her collarbone and back up again, tasting the salt and sweetgrass oil sitting on her skin, his nose filling with her root-work smell, the meal she’d cooked and the warm funk of what he’d been doing to her — before he pulled his mouth clean off her.

He weeded out his fingers from her mouth and licked their tips raunchily — his predatory gaze holding her whitened one. “Every night I’m thinking about ruining you.” He wrenched her head further down, searing her scalp. “But can you tell me why?” He eased his hold, threading way between the rows of her knots, caressing the lines with tenderness. “Why can’t I stand seeing you hurt? Or even humiliated? You deserve all the pain this plantation nigga giving you.”

Smoke released her hair and settled himself easy back into the armchair, one arm dropping loose across its rest, the other one picking back his pipe where it sat, glued against the wood shelf.

Annie sat straddled across him, her dress twisted at the hips, panting.

He drew slow on the pipe and blew the smoke between them, watching her chest rise and fall against it, her thighs pressing together around her own climax and her body trying to gather itself back in his lap.

“Cause you a mad man, Smoke.” With a surge of confidence, Annie planted her nails in the back of his head — raking the pipe out of his lips. “you want me like you used to have me. like we had nothing else to live for.” With a slow hip motion, she slid her panties off by her ankles — through her slicked thighs — “you came all over here cause those little two-cent heffas can’t wet your dick like I do.”

Annie spilled her lush tits free, the soft flesh rubbing and wiggling against Smoke’s torso — her erected nipples chafing pleasurably against the fabric of his shirt.

Blood and heat punched low and treacherous beneath his waistband, thickening his groin. Annie felt the huge shape of his bulge grazing the swell of her ass. His cock twitched under the rough fabric of his pants poking at her inner thighs.

“Mhm? Am I turn you on papa?” She arched her back, rolling her hips on his swollen hard cock. “You want something…come and get it.” Her hands limbed on both her sides, hiking her dress level to her waist — her voluptuous ass cheeks jutting out. “Ain’t nothing I can’t give you Pa’…not a single thing you been chasing in them other women’s beds that I ain’t got right here.”

Smoke shut his jaw tight, his brows furrowed and eyes dilated — menacing. “Shut your mouth.”

His eyes lurked over her ruined lips, fighting demons to not claim them again.

“Make me.”

“Annie…” he grunted, losing the last steady nerve of his brain. “That mouth of yours gon be the death of you one day.”

He freed himself — one hand working his waistband open, his cock dropping gorged and urgent between their hot bodies, the broad dark head nudging warm against the bare inside of her thigh while his free palm pressed flat against her hip bone, holding her steady.

The fried fish and bay leaf from supper hung thick in the kitchen air around them — guilty with Isaac ghostly presence.

Annie squirmed in his lap until he pulled her down onto his dick — her walls parting slow and resistant around his girth as the chair groaned beneath them, the floorboards settling under it with a long low creak.

“I knew you— Lord— I knew you couldn’t—” she whimpered, bravado leaving her face, fingers losing their purchase, untangling his slicked coiled hair.

Seven goddamn years and she still fit around him like an argument he’d never finished making.

He set his pace and held it — ramming deep, punishing strokes in her pussy, each one grinding to the root before dragging back out through her clenching walls, his pelvis cracking against her bodacious jigging ass on every push.

“Yeah— spread that ass for me— Fuck—”

Annie’s tits bounced and jiggled with every snap of his hips, her full, doughy flesh slapping warm against his chest. Her nipples toyed against his shirt as her walls sucked around his fat cock each time he withdrew — her cream already thick and sloppy between them, frothing white where they joined.

“Yes— it’s so good— don’t stop Elijah— right there— oh—” She broke apart, moaning lewdly.

“You ain’t good for me.” Smoke drove roughly inside, baking her cunt as sweat gathered at his temple. “So how can you make me feel something no one else can, huh?” He slapped her shaking cheeks. “You put me in jar? The fuck wrong with me?”

Annie’s body worked completely against her pride, hips rolling down onto him, chasing his rough delicious thrusts.

She tried to quicken it. His hands dug into her hips, bruising deep, wrenching her back to his rhythm.

“Elijah—” she gritted through her teeth. “You’re— you so good for me papa—”

He jammed in harder on the next stroke, mashing slow against her swollen clit. “All that big talk.” He rasped, snapping his hips forward roughly. “Say it again.”

“I— you— don’t you—” Her nails carved down his back, her whole body jolting forward.

Smoke yanked the two Bantu knots at the back of her head, wrenching her backward while his cock plunged unforgiving into her soaked, spasming cunt. “Go on, Mama. I’m listening. What was that again?”

Her answer dissolved into a fractured cry, thighs clamping violently each side of him, her sensitive walls convulsing around his length.

Annie shut her eyes, feeling pleasure engulfing each fiber of her body — how her tight honeypot pumped his meat, the way her erected nipples nibbled on his torso, goosebumps crawling from her neck to her toes.

Outside on the road, voices drifted lazy through the dark — two men passing certainly, their laughter carrying easy through the thin walls of the house, cutting right through the soggy slap of their flesh.

Annie’s eyes flew open and she stiffened immediately, her walks trucking the threatened beats of her heart to her pussy clenched around him.

Her hips stuttering to a halt, gaze cutting sideways toward the window, straining to read the voices.

“Sh—” she breathed, panting hard as her fingers firmly gripped Smoke’s shoulders. “Somebody comin’ down the road— I swear that sound like his boots—”

SLAP.

“Ain’t like he been keeping that bed warm for you alone…” Smoke smacked her voluptuous peach — his palm belted hard and flat across her left cheek, the impact blooming hot and bruising through the soft flesh, jiggling it fat and wild, the sting spreading deep before settling. “Gnn— keep them pretty eyes right here—”

Annie gasped when he snapped her hips back, rolling them back down onto his cock without breaking the rhythm, his jaw set, eyes fixed cold on her face.

“Your carpenter real worried bout you tonight, you think?” he leaned over, whispering close to her ear. “Ion’ think so if you want my opinion.”

The armchair creaked under them as her body started giving her away. Her walls fluttered around him in long greedy pulses, her cream flooding thick and hot along his shaft as she shook her ass back and forth, edging on the line of orgasm.

Smoke done setting her body on fire, blanking her mind with his relentless and unforgiving pounding.

“Aah— yes, it’s so— argh…don’t stop—” She moaned, her tits wiggling under his still-not satiated eyes.

“You feel good with my dick inside you huh baby?” He talked her through it, groaning and pushing her harder to the edges of glory.

“Papa I’ll be good— I’ll be good— please—” She clawed at the back of his neck, her belly tightening, hips pitching forward trying to chase what he kept out of her reach.

He pulled her pace back to his own — long rolling circles, grinding her down slowly, holding her right at that awfully delicious bound, watching the smugness drain clean out of her face.

“So needy and commanding…” He rasped, tilting his head, studying her lustfully grimacing face. “All that good pussy too bad you ain’t got no proper home training…” He sneaked his tongue out and trailed it along the slope of her neck once again. “If I keep feeding you this dick… you’ll love it ain’t you? See how you gripping me like I owe you rent…”

Smoke bucked his hips languidly, grazing the taut and gooey flesh of inside her vagina — his breath fire on her skin. “Mmh…do I really want to please you though? Do you deserve it…?”

“Please— please ‘Jah — please don’t stop— I’m right there— please—” she broke apart, in trance — squirming in his lap, her tits bouncing and mouth begging with the small portion of pride she had left.

“Yeah…” His gaze traveled over her her wrecked face, her shaking thighs bracketing him. “No. You been a pretty little bad bunny.”

Then, he lifted her off his throbbing cock — her entrance gaping wide and saucy around the sudden loss, arousal stringing slimy and sultry between them as he shifted her sideways in the chair — and wrapped his fist around himself, still swollen and weeping at the slit.

Annie’s hand shot toward him straight away and he batted it aside without looking at it.

“You the devil— I swear to God— please— please—” She writhed beside him in the armchair, her thighs scissoring around nothing, her pussy swallowing and queefing the empty air and stomach cramping with desire.

“You gon watch and be grateful, baby.” He grunted, fisting himself — pumping his thick dick up and down in passionate strokes — his eyes holding hers a moment before draping her lush body hungrily.

Annie gathered her own tits with both hands, the soft doughy flesh overflowing her palms, her nipples hard and jutting. She rubbed and squeezed her breasts together, pushing them up toward him.

Smoke jerked off, his fist running smack down his heavily pendulous balls to the tip, the thick vein along the underside of his cock dark and swollen against his knuckles. The obscene squelch of his grip echoed through the room, mixing with Annie's desperate whimpers beside him.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice ragged. "Dripping all over that chair while you watch me handle what you can't have."

Annie's wet pussy lips squished as her sweet hole pumped nothing. Her creamy sauce dripped down the floor with each queef of her cunt.

"Please, Papa," she cried, her tits still heaped in her hands, nipples pointing skyward like dark brown berries. "Please let me taste you. Let me swallow your cum—”

Smoke chuckled smugly — one palm cramping his engorged balls, rubbing them shamelessly. "Mhm. All that fussing and now you want to swallow my nut?"

Saliva stringed down from Annie’s lolled tongue, her mouth watering. “I’ll be good— I’m good girl papa—”

Smoke beat off his meat, his cockhead flaring fat and angry. Palm swinging the full-cum sac of his balls, feeling the weight of his massive load churning inside.

"Fuck," he hissed, his head falling back against the chair, his soggy testicles squelching, slapping against his thighs with each downstroke. "Play with them titties,"

he commanded, dick twitching in his grip.

Annie obeyed, her thumbs raking across her peaked nipples. Her dark brown nubs stiffened further, swelling under her touch. She pinched them hard and gasped, the sting shooting straight to her aching cunt.

“Fuck— yeah… be good for papa.” He growled, his sacs drawing tight, pressure mounting at the base of his spine, then brutally he hit the sky — cum gushing wild, spilling through the air and splattering directly across her tongue.

Annie gagged as the thick, massive load flooded her mouth — hot and salty — but swallowed raunchily. His cum overflowed her lips, dripping down her chin in thick white strands.

Smoke didn't stop. His hand kept pumping through his sagging, flappy balls.

“Good girl…” he rasped, “you best empty papa balls tonight…” he tapped the broad of his cock against the corner of her well-fed, viscous lips then hit her cheek with his hard length, slapping her face with his huge meat.

His second spurt aimed lower, coating her left breast, cum steaming against her large deep brown areola and up the soft flesh. The third rope striped across her right tit, gluing her nipples in a gooey bridge of white.

"Oh fuck—" Annie moaned around her mouthful, cum bubbling at the corners of her lips. "Mhm you tasting so fucking good— so much—there's so fucking much—"

Smoke's gooky cock stayed rock hard. He milked the last drops of his first load onto her cum-splattered chest. "My lady gluttonous, I must feed her good.”

Annie leaned forward, her tits swaying beneath her, tongue stretched toward his dick, desperate for more.

Smoke grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. Her eyes met his, glassy and lamenting.

"You want this fat dick in your mouth?" For a second time, he tapped his cum-slick cockhead against her lips, smearing his seed across her mouth.

"Yes—please—"

He slapped her cheek with his cock, leaving a wet mark, cum stringing between her face and his shaft.

"Greed is one of a big sin sugar," he whimpered gravelly, his voice thick with arousal. "Open big for me."

Annie's jaw dropped, her tongue out like a red carpet over his cock.

Smoke fed her his length, the massive head stretching her lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, tongue swirling around his flared crown, tasting the cum and her own pussy scent and juice, still coating his shaft.

"That's it," he groaned, his hand still working the base of his cock while her mouth worked the top. "Gnn— Fuck—"

Annie moaned around his girth, the vibrations traveling down his shaft to his churning balls. Her head bobbed, taking as much of his massive cock as she could, her throat relaxing around his thickness.

“I'm sorry, what was that? I can't hear you over all that noise you're making, writhing on my dick…” He taunted her.

Drool and cum leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her chin to join the mess on her tits.

Smoke's balls swung heavily, slapping against her chin with each thrust of his hips. He was at the edges of his second orgasm when he ordered:

“Play with my balls.”

Annie's hands released her scrumptious tits — one reaching up to cup his heavy sac, her fingers rolling his cum-filled orbs. They were dense, hot, vibrating with the pressure of his impending load.

"That’s my girl…" Smoke hissed, his hips jerking forward. "Touch 'em. Feel how much cum I got for you mama. You gon milk me dry, right?”

Annie squeezed gently, then harder, massaging his balls while her mouth worked his shaft, tongue tracing the large vein underneath.

“Aargh— fuck—“ Smoke gripped her coiled hair while his dick jumped wild inside her mouth, coming — overwhelming ropes of cum filling her throat.

She milked him dry then released his length.

Flustered, his cheeks flushed amorously, he gazed at her, panting.

“You really need to find God, Annabelle.”

It was past midnight when Marylise lay on her back, one arm folded loose behind her head, watching Isaac dress — his trouser picked up from the floor, shirt next, buttoned from the bottom up, tucked in with two flat palms smoothing the front down.

“Raymond and the fellas must’ve had themselves a fine time tonight.” She grinned cockily and mocking.

“He prolly don’t know he hosted.” Isaac shot back, reaching for his boot, working the heel down without looking up, the leather creaking in the quiet of the room.

Her shoulders shook with a short laugh. She pulled a loose corner of the sheet across her waist, settling deeper into the mat.

“That woman got a candle burning for every problem and a jar for every enemy.” She hissed, shaking her head, genuinely tickled by the fact. “Lord knows how she find time to sleep.”

Isaac rolled his eyes, chortling without saying anything.

“All them spirits she feedin’—” Marylise continued, tonguing her cheek slow, “—and not one of ’em thought to check on her.”

That’s when he gave in totally. Laughing frantically and foolishly. He lifted his hat off the floor, knocked the brim once against his knee and set it on his head.

“You done eating her meal too. Don’t spit much in the pot that fed you when you were hungry.” He squinted his eyes at her, “lock up behind me Marylee, sleep well sugar.”

The wind hit cold and damp on his face as Isaac stepped off her porch and onto the road, his hat pulled low, the swamp dark and still on either side of the dirt path.

He walked cheerfully, boots packing mud on the empty road. He wasn’t thinking about much. Isaac never been the type to push his brain to extremes — a simple man with a simple life.

After walking past his neighbor’s fence line, headlights swung wide around the bend ahead — a good blue ol’ truck pulling out, strangely, from the direction of his yard. Well, hers.

He stepped to the shoulder without breaking his stride, his eyes lifting as the vehicle rolled past.

Inside the engine, Smoke’s gaze cut sideways through the glass — lying on Isaac’s broad frame.

Both men exchanged a stare : ignorant from one side and full of unexplained contempt on the other one.

The tail lights faded around the next bend and the road swallowed them entirely, leaving nothing behind but dusty clouds.

The tune Isaac was humming died in his throat and he sucked through his teeth : “must be one of those crackers rolling round’ folks homes again.”

Indeed, he had merely seen Smoke’s shadow through the car glasses. And satisfied as he was, nothing and no one could ever ruin his night.

Arrived at home, he lingered on the threshold, peeping inside to see if Annie was sleeping.

The lamp was off and a shape was shuffling in the mattress — Good grief then, she was out.

He removed his boot outside and walked in, his attention immediately turned to the kitchen counter, hopeful to find something to eat.

Nothing. All plates were clean. The one he had saw her put aside was empty.

“Ain’t even save me a bone…” he whispered for himself before dipping out of his clothes and lay by her side.

The sun find them untangled in sheets the next morning — beating down Isaac face before stirring him up.

The carpenter prepped his day — washing, fixing some stuff in their old kitchen, feeding the hens, checking on the vegetables backyard.

“Ha. Isaac, big man !” Somebody greeted.

Annie who was leaving the bathroom stilled dumbfounded, jaw dropped off behind the window.

What on good earth Elias Moore was doing there? What matter was he discussing with Isaac?

She couldn’t ear anything but sure registered his insolent grin when he clocked her.

“Mr. Moore.” Isaac took off his gardening gloves, shrinking small.

“What’s up? Got your fellas ready for the juke matter already?”

“Yes. We just waiting on your word sir. Handiworks are something easy for us.”

“Ain’t nothing small bout what we need. That place gon shine or it ain’t worth the lumber.” Stack toyed his toothpick between his lips.

“You put money in our hands sir, won’t recognize the place, trust me.” Isaac reassured.

“Good. Good.” Stack eased up. He traveled his gaze back and forth between Isaac and Annie — who was still glued at the window, glaring him with a deadly stare. He gulped, eating a chuckle. “Who dat peeking behind the curtain there?”

Isaac turned around and flustered — embarrassment or love, even himself couldn’t tell. Still, he gave this man an answer who wouldn’t make the town chat more about them. “That’s my madam sir. Don’t mind her.”

This time Stack disguise his mocking laugh as casual sneer, chortling easy. “Oh. Your madam, right?” He repeated, biting inside of his cheek to not explode in laughter. He pinched his nose and flexed his jaw to gather a semblance of seriousness. “She know her way round a pot?”

Isaac face brightened and built up full of pride. “The best in Delta sir. Woman can cook the devil civil.”

Tell me something I don’t know.

Stack thought, brushing his tongue across his lower lip.

“Alright. Alright. My brother running something at the juke in two days. We need good women to cook for us.” He drawled, scratching his beard. Something mischievous crept up his mind. “Bring her tonight. Elijah and I would be at the club, we can meet madam and see if she work for us.”

Isaac laughed — half bitterly. “She been there with her girls twice already. Won’t take much convincing.”

Twice huh. Guess that’s where they reunited. Stack chewed on his jaw, puzzling the full picture.

“Ha, women. Our sweetest headaches.” Both men cheered. “Mine is somehow worse. But what could I say? Good. See you tonight then.”

“Yes sir.”

His deed done, Stack disappeared past the fence line, whistling.

Isaac pulled his gardening gloves back on, finished checking the last buds of vegetables, picking the fruits and then pushed through the back door into the main room where Annie was now sitting at the edge of the bed, lotioning her feet.

“Ah. Remember them Moore brothers I talked to you about weeks ago?” He washed his hands at the basin, shaking them dry. “We got ourselves a contract with them this time. That juke need serious fixin’ up.”

Annie kept her eyes on her toes, rubbing the magnolia scented butter cream from her calves to her heels. “I’m happy for you big papa.”She slurred. “By the way Raymond must’ve kept y’all real late last night. I ain’t heard you coming last night.”

“You know how men get when liquor flowing.” He reached for a cup of water. “Just talk and noise.”

“Mhm.” She lifted up her eyes, burning hole on his back. “What y’all talk about then?”

Isaac set his cup down, turned around and looked at her. “Jesus Annie. You worse than a courthouse some mornings. I don’t remember every word said over drinks baby.”

“Mhm.” Annie unfolded the hem of her floral yellow dress over her legs and stood up, walking toward the entry door. “Alright. I got things to pick up for the shop. I’ll be back.”

“Hold on.” He stepped into the doorway. “They want us both tonight at their club. Told that one bout how good your beef stew is and he want you to cook for them.”

Annie’s hands stilled on her bag. “What? Come on papa…you know lately I ain’t in the mood for no juke.”

“It’s business darling.” Isaac crossed his arms. “You been there before and loved it. Why the sudden change?”

She held his gaze a beat too long, then looked away sighing. “Fine. But I ain’t staying long.”

“Bet.”

Annie left her house anxious and irritated. That sly fox better hide from her eyes in this Delta.

She crossed the swamps, walking long minutes to center town.

She passed by the juke without looking at it — bottle and jar clicking at her waist.

“Annie—” A playful tone called her from the side.

She pressed quicker forward.

A red car coughed right in front of her before she had time to reach her destination.

“Oh. You avoiding me?”

“Elias Moore. If you don’t want to get turn into a tasteless goat right this instant you better leave me alone.”

“Madam is mad.” He laughed frantically, catching up with the chuckle he strained minutes ago.

“You so bitchy.”

“Don’t compliment me. That turn me on.” He stepped out his car and leaned against it.

“So, did madam accept to bring her mighty presence to the juke tonight?”

“Oh but as far as I know, your sissy ass is not allowed to put a foot there. Well if you want bullet between your eyes, I ain’t gon be the one stoppin you.” She cocked her hips.

“That’s my brother. He not gon kill me.”

“He not that type, no. But you and I know how dangerous and possessive he can be…” she frowned, jaw clenched. “And that’s why you fool Isaac with that bullshit. You want Elijah to target him.”

“Who? Me?” Stack hit his chest theatrically. “Oh. I’m clutching my pearls right now. How can you believe that?”

“Idiot.” She sucked her teeth and circled the engine.

“Hm. So let me guess. You going to see Smoke, begging him to not put a price on your boy toy?”

Boy toy. Heaven above, what’s wrong with that one?

“Yes. This one still functioning so I’m ain’t gettin’ rid of it yet.”

“You crawling through muddy water Annabelle.”

“Aww. Don’t act tough Stackie.” She stopped in her stride, planted her hands at her hips and turn her face back to him. “It’s not sexy.”

Isaac received the news with joyful heart. The joy was so intense he couldn’t help but share it with Marylise. As soon as Annie left, he walked down to her house and surprisingly found her locking the building, her belongings packed on the porch.

“Night wasn’t kind to you?”

“Ha. Isaac.” She straightened, wiping sweat between her breasts. “Told you what happened. And just an hour ago, somebody tell me they taking the house from me. I even got the money already.”

The carpenter approached, reducing the distance between them. “I see. And you got somewhere to be?”

“Not yet.”

“I can speak to Annie. You her girl, she might—”

“No. No. The boarding house few block away from the barbershop looking for janitor. I’ll go there.”

“Bosses I’m working for now, they looking for women to cook at the new juke.”

Marylise eyes lit.

“The old sawmill?”

“Yes. The one you and Annie went to. They fixing something big for two days from now. You could go there and ask for work.”

“Mhm. Mhm.”

“Ha. I must go now. Tell me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

She watched the man stride away. Then, stepped forward to match his steps.

Marylise dropped her bags to a good friend of her, promising to get them back hours later.

“We bout to be colleague Beatrice. Please.”

“Don’t be late. You not even part of the house yet and you ask for such things.”

“Thank you.”

Marylise set off down the busy street, her feet padding in no particular direction through the late morning heat — the center town was alive and buzzing around her with women haggling over vegetables and meat prices at the Chow stall, a group of men sat idle outside a food spot, and some fool had parked his stupid car in middle of the road.

“Tch.” She suck her teeth.

She had no plan yet — Isaac words were sitting in her chest and she was merely evaluating the pro and cons of working at that club.

Marylise strode past the sheriff office, following the shade of the magnolia trees lining the fence, her bag swinging loose at her hip — when suddenly, a voice came through an open white window on her left.

Her feet slowed in the dirt and she tilted her ears : Annie.

The house sat grand and solid, painted white with patches of blue, its porch shaded, front windows open to catch breeze Delta offered at this hour.

Marylise cut sideways and pressed her body along the fence line until she reached a narrow back alley running dark between the building and the neighboring property — barely wide enough for her shoulders — and pushed through it, her dress snagging once on a nail before she worked it free.

She came around the back and tiptoed a nearest window, the voices coming clearer now.

Marylise straightened just enough to clear the sill and looked inside.

Annie stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, mouth moving.

A man was facing her — tall, pecan brown skin with a sharp haircut —, his hand was around her waist, fingers spreading and vagabonding across her curves, while she kept talking, unbothered.

“Look what we go there…”

Marylise pressed her back flat against the wall, smacking her palm on her mouth.

She couldn’t hear what they were saying but clearly those two weren’t mere acquaintances.

She had watched the rootworker slip through the juke crowd weeks ago and climb stairs behind the same man.

One time is coincidence.

Two time, maybe fortune

But third one ? Hmm that’s sure habits.

Marylise inhaled quietly and backed away.

“Poor Isaac. I’m wondering what he’ll say about all of this, not like he a saint either.” She murmured for herself, walking away.

When the last copper light embraced Annie’s house, it was tidied, floorboards cleaned and the air filled with frankincense incense.

Isaac had done preparing for the evening and was waiting for her. She was still busy, sitting before the small vanity — she’d styled her afro with pearls and shells, hugged her curves with a fine blue-green velvet dress.

From the back of her drawer, she picked and uncorked a small, dark-amber bottle and dabbed the oil to her collarbone, her wrists, the valley between her breasts and the hollow behind each ear.

The scent was bewitching and so intense it couldn’t escape Isaac senses. His nostrils flared analyzing the smell : it was different from her magnolia and sweetgrass. This one he never caught it — nutmeg, mango with coconut and vanilla or sugarcane underneath.

“You smell different tonight.” He dropped hands in his pocket, squinting suspiciously. “That from the market?”

Annie pressed the cork back in without looking up, humming a gospel song. “Bought it a long while back. You don’t like it?”

“Never smell it before.” He traveled her across her face through the mirror. “First time you wearing it round me.”

Of course. The first time she made and wore this concoction was the day Elijah asked her out.

Ha. That was long years ago.

“It’s old. I forgot I had it.” She responded. “I’m ready. Let’s go.” She stood up and smiled through her eyes.

They left the house side by side

Even at this hour, the neighborhood was animated — families on their stoops fanning themselves, children running away from bedtime, two old men arguing about nothing important outside the general store.

Annie nodded to faces she knew — her loyal clients, children she took care of, some women she shared glass of corn liquor with. Isaac tipped his hat to some workers, greeting. Neither spoke much.

Minutes later, Blues warmed their skin, announcing the juke. Delta slim was doing magic again with his piano and the young Sammy’s voice carried across the spacious room, reaching them on the threshold.

“Jed’s son ain’t it?”

“Yes. The young Samuel.” Annie replied without giving much.

“Preacher’s son singing at such place…”

“Is that a business that pay you Isaac?”

“No dear. You right.”

A instant later, a bear-shaped man filled the doorway : Cornbread.

The man used to work in plantation too and his wife Therise was one of Annie faithful client — more important, he was Smoke and Stack friends. In a word, he wasn’t stranger to Annie.

“Sir. Ma’am— Annie!” He shouted as soon as he saw her. “Oh Therise should’ve been here.”

“I know this gentleman wife. We are friends.” Annie explained right before Isaac preying eyes swallowed her whole.

“Sorry. Sorry. I embarrassed you.”

“Not at all.”

“Aight…you both here to see S—”

One manicured hand grabbed Cornbread shoulder before his cheerfulness spoiled everything.

“Little Mary?”

“I will bring them to the brothers.”

For the first time in the evening, Isaac and Annie exchanged a knowing look.

A white woman had no business wandering in a black owned juke. The carpenter’s eyes insisted on his company’s face.

Annie shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head.

Stack woman.

They grew up together with the twins, well based on what Elijah told her at the time. The man disliked her but he wasn’t the one to monitor what happened under his twin’s waistband.

The fair woman turned her gaze to the couple. “Please follow me.”

Isaac ducked through ahead of Annie, the blue cloth grazing the back of his neck as he straightened into the booth — wood walls drunk up the light, a corn liquor bottle was sweating at the center of the table flanked by two glasses.

Grey clouds of cigarette hung in the narrowed space, thick and suffocating. It welcomed Annie as she took in her company’s steps, closing the curtains behind them.

“Isaac! Big man. Don’t plant there, come on, we got business to talk tonight.” Stack called out, patting the seat beside him. Isaac removed his hat and made his way toward the dandy. He sat down on his right, his gaze small and uncertain.

Annie drew a slow breath inward. While Stack played his grim little performance to perfection, the poor woman shifted in place. She could feel Smoke’s gaze fixed on her, insistent. He hadn’t opened his mouth yet — he was content to drag his eyes over her body, consuming her from head to toe.

There was nothing holy about the way he looked at her. Guilt and anxiety crawled up inside her. Sure, Annie had talked to him before this little four-way sit-down, but still — this was Smoke, and given the kind of poison he carried for her, he could blow the whole thing straight to hell.

God have mercy, keep that man’s mouth shut. Annie prayed.

“Ma’am? Don’t be standing up like that. Sit yourself down.” Stack cut in, nodding toward the seat next to his twin.

Annie obliged sat down to Smoke’s left. The man’s roving eyes vagabonded immediately to the swell of her voluptuous chest — something Stack clocked right away but that sailed clean over Isaac’s head, the man too busy thinking about money.

“Smoke, this is Isaac. His fella took the gig, must assure they’ll do good with the repairs.”

“Isaac. Nice to meet you man.” Smoke drew on his cigarette once and set it to the table edge.

“All my pleasure sir.” The carpenter squashed tight his hat, nervously.

Annie exhaled of relief. The following minutes flooded with money and handiworks’ talks.

Smoke listened to his brother walk the man through terms — charming and sly, the way Stack had always been with strangers who hadn’t yet learned to be cautious of him.

“Three weeks from tonight.” Stack spread both hands over the table. “All over here need to be clean. We ain’t running random juke boy. You know wood, Isaac?”

“Since I was nine Sir.” The carpenter fixed his eyes, confident. “My daddy built houses clear out to Lafayette before his back gave out. I learnt from his hands.”

Stack nodded, not so impressed, but he had to keep the play on point. “I need men who know what they’re doing. You do us good, we do you good.”

“Money comes in hands that know how to catch it.” Smoke added.

Annie kept her gaze forward, trying to stay unfazed by what he was doing under the table.

Indeed, Smoke’s hand had settled across her thigh — the heat of his palm dampening through the velvet. His fingers spread wide and languidly on the fabric, pressing it flush and warm into her skin, his thumb riding slowly the inner seam toward her hem, the cloth bunching against the bare skin above her stocking.

Annie didn’t flinch and didn’t look at him. She quietly pressed her knees together.

He spread them back apart.

“Alright sir, but what about the materials?” Isaac asked.

“Don’t worry about it. We provide. Bring hands and your tools.”

Stack kept filling Isaac’s ears with timelines and boring instructions — the man nodded across the table, genuinely invested.

There was one who seemed particularly not interested by whatever was happening around this table or clearly he had another sweeter business to attend.

Hand down, Smoke’s thumb pushed Annie’s panties aside — pressing flat into her fluttering swollen folds, before grazing up to her clit and bearing down, coaxing her sensitive button in slow circles.

Annie clacked her tongue to the roof of her mouth and bit her cheeks.

Smoke glided two fingers through her wet honeypot, knuckles flush against her entrance — his monitoring eyes never once moving from Stack and Isaac.

He stuffed her cunt, thrusting back and forth just as Stack slapped the table over something Isaac had said and laughed loud enough to cover whatever whimper almost left Annie’s throat.

“Mrs—?” Stack’s voice swung her way.

She squirmed on her seat, feigning to clean something on her head then smoothed the front of her dress before looking up. “Annabelle. Folk round here call me Annie.”

Stack stared at her then back to his twin — reading where Smoke’s shoulder had shifted.

For a brief — almost undetectable moment, he flexed his jaw, tongued his cheek once before settling back.

“Madam Annabelle.” Stack wore his smug back. “Isaac been running your name round here, and mostly your infamous stew. He overselling you?”

Her blurry gaze held his across the table and she forced a caring smile on her face — while spreading her thick thighs wider under the table, her pussy queef’s noise muffled by the music. “Depends on the appetite.”

“Ha.” Stack smiled big, gold tooth taking the amber light. He cut his eyes to his brother and back to Isaac. “We’ll put that to good use.”

Smoke jammed his fingers further into her cunt — pounding them hard against her front pulsing wall, toying with her foaming cream, his thumb grinding and rubbing her gooey clit more erratically — and Annie clamped her jaw shut. Her whole body seized around him as her walls grabbed and sucked at his fingers, her saucy arousal gushing hot and sticky on his hand.

CLANG TINK TINK TINK

The corn liquor bottle shattered on the wooden floor — alcohol flooding on the floorboards, dulling Annie’s squirting, her juice drenching her cotton panties, rinsing Smoke’s knuckles before dripping on the ground and mixing with the liquor.

“I’m sorry. I merely want to grab the bottle. I’ll have my people serve us another one.” Smoke lies through his nose.

Annie thighs shook as she clenched tight around him pumping out his fingers.

Her nipples jutted fat and erect through the velvet, the fabric stretching taut across each peak.

Unsettled by the minor incident, Isaac drove his gaze across the table and snagged on her chest — his brow creasing slow — before dragging back to Stack, who was fake mocking his brother clumsiness.

Annie throat went dry.

Elijah. You demon.

“Somebody get in here for that floor.” Smoke shouted.

The curtain parted and a man ducked in, crouching over the shattered glass and spreading cloth across the flooding puddle. “Ah. Clarence, that’s you. Bring us the Irish liquor I brought, fetch it from the storehouse.”

Under that cover Smoke drew his fingers out of Annie soaked pussy, dragging them back through her fluttering slick folds. He wiped them off on his pants and lay his hand back atop of the table.

Annie shut her thighs, her fingers pushing down the hem of her dress.

Isaac scratched the back of his head. “Sir…hmhm I got men counting on me through this job. They don’t go hungry working for me.” He hesitantly looked across at Smoke. “I just need to know I can keep that promise.”

Clarence cleared out and reappeared minutes later with a fresh dark bottle. He set it on the table before slipping back out.

“In my house, nobody discuss dollars on an empty glass.” Smoke broke the seal, pouring two fingers into Isaac glass with the same hand that had just been inside Annie. “Be calm dear Isaac, alright? Drinks before numbers.”

The carpenter received his drink with both hands, nodding grateful.

Stack tapped down his empty one on the table until his brother filled it.

“Miss Annie?” Smoke held the Irish bottle up in front of her, “are you drinking?”

“Just a little please.”

Both twins almost broke their roles, eating down frantic laughers.

Annie? Drinking a little? Ha. This masquerade needed to end quick.

Smoke served her lower than half her glass, reading her grimacing face.

“Thank you sir.” She grumbled, struggling to hide her disappointment.

He set his glass down and pulled a brown envelope from his jacket. “Half in there covers your crew through the job. Other half when I walk through that finished door and it satisfy me.” He tapped it once. “Not a day before.”

Isaac lifted the flap, look inside and tucked it away. “More than I expected sir. You have my word.”

Across the table Stack was rolling tobacco, he sealed the paper and brought it to his brother’s mouth — who had leaned over — before lighting it.

Smoke settled his back comfortably on the sofa and glanced briefly at Annie then back to hold Isaac nervous stance. “Your lady.” He tilted his chin her way casually. “She keep hunger out the house?”

Isaac blinked once then smiled foolishly big. “Ain’t a need she don’t answer sir. Woman know what I want before I open my mouth.”

“Mhm.” Smoke exhaled a thin stream toward the ceiling. “A woman who know how to keep a man full and satisfied in every way…” He let the words sit between them. “You eating well, boy.”

Stack laughed short through his nose then caught himself, reaching for his drink.

Isaac accompanied the dandy, laughing open and easy, proud down to his bones — oblivious to the mockery at his expense. “Every single night, sir.”

I guess it makes two of us. Smoke thought behind his grin.

“Ha. Men.” She sighed half-performative and half truly annoyed. “You should know gentlemen that I keep my house in order, my pot never empty.” She took a sip of her glass. “What come in through my door eat well. What sneak in through the window…well.”

Stack purely enjoyed the mess, without once wondering at whoever it was aimed at — Jesus, it was not him, so that’s all matter.

Smoke sneered, laughing without restraint. The jab was clear as river at dawn, — that woman, Marylise must have stayed bitter in her throat. He must applaud the audacity though, of all people, Annabelle talking about going through windows?

Isaac didn’t giggle. Rather than joining the twin, he cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed.

“Lord know I do my best to keep that table full.” Annie added another spoonful of her mind. “Some folk just got a habit of eating where they don’t pay rent.”

That one strung amusement out of Smoke. It was also deliberate and all he could do was feeling the shade.

The meeting turned easy. The four of them exchanged pleasantries — Isaac and Smoke suddenly calmer than the two others.

“We should probably go now sir, thank you for—”

“Excuse me, ma’am behind counter told him to come here for work.”

A woman stood in the gap of the curtain — a silk slip pulling taut across her large tits, her stiff tips pressed clear against the gauzy fabric. The thin cloth draped loose over her generous hips before catching tight again across the swell of her behind, every lush curve of her body outlined beneath it and her tawny complexion catching the warm glow of the booth.

“Marylee?” Isaac dumbly called out of surprise.

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