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SHAN
“Who is it?”
“Who you expecting?”
A smile lit up Shan’s face as she opened the door for her brother Peanut and his boy Nick who used to be Brianna’s sugar daddy. “I wasn’t expecting you.” She pushed up on her tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
“What you trying to say?” he asked as he walked in, inspecting her apartment with Nick right behind him.
“Boy, don’t even try it. I ain’t trying to say nothing—I said it! Why you walking through my house like you the social worker or somebody?” She teased him as she followed behind him. “Have a seat, Nick.”
Even though he wouldn’t say it, Peanut liked the gray and mauve color scheme she had going on throughout the entire apartment. But when you got to the bedroom it was full of black lacquer, red, yellow, light blue, and purple. It was weird. It was as if you had stepped into another apartment.
“What? You tryna hide something or somebody?” He closed her bedroom door.
“Not from you.” She pushed him into the living room onto the sofa. She plopped down beside him. Peanut had been her mother, father, brother, and best friend since their parents were killed. Which caused them to have a very tight bond. “I don’t know why you tryna front. Just say it. ‘Baby sis, I just love your beautiful apartment. It’s better and cleaner than what all my hoes got.’”
Peanut just smiled at her and Nick burst out laughing. “Oh, so you got jokes? It’s not better than mines.”
“Yeah, right. But guess what?” She could barely contain herself.
“What?”
“I got the job and guess which one?” She was now off of the couch and hopping up and down.
“You making me dizzy. Sit your happy ass down.”
“C’mon, Peanut. Guess which one?”
“I give up Shan, so tell me.”
“You ain’t no fun no more. The prison job. I got the computer instructor job I was telling you about.” Shan plopped back down next to Peanut once she saw the look on his face.
“You know I don’t want you working at a men’s prison. What if a riot or something breaks out? You the police Sis. You ain’t gonna get no special treatment,” concern evident in his voice.
“Don’t start.” She jumped up again and headed out of the living room. “You know how much I wanted this one.”
“Well, don’t expect me to be happy for you. I don’t feel right with my baby sister working around a bunch of crazy ass niggas, Shan.” He heard the bedroom door slam. “Shan! Shan!”
“What?” She snatched the door open.
“Fix me something to eat.”
“Fix it yourself! I’m getting ready to shower and get dressed. Me and Brianna will be going out tonight to celebrate; at least she’s happy for me.”
“Yeah, right! Brianna ain’t never had no job; of course she’s happy.”
“Whatever!”
“What time y’all leaving and where are y’all going?”
Shan sucked her teeth. “I told her to be here at nine.”
“Where y’all going?”
“You getting on my nerves now.”
“Girl, you better tell me where you going,” he warned as he stretched out onto the sofa.
“I don’t know where we’re going. It’s her treat.”
“Well, I suggest you find out.”
“Nick, get your boy.”
“Don’t get me caught up in the middle of y’alls sibling rivalry.”
Nick wasn’t getting involved.
“Oh, a’ight, then. I see how you do. When B comes let her in. I gotta go get ready.”
“Shan, I’m serious; where y’all goin’?” Peanut pressed.
“I told you I don’t know. Ask her when she comes.” Shan kept it moving and left Peanut and Nick sitting in the living room.
“Yo, what’s up, man? You know I don’t need to be here when that bitch gets here. I’ma bust that thirsty bitch in her fuckin’ mouth if I see her.”
“Man, chill. I told you, you can’t turn a hoe into a housewife. I’ma kick it here for a while. Go pick up that money from Darnell and come back.”
Nick raised his six foot four inch frame up, gave Peanut a pound and headed for the door. “A’ight, man. I’ll swing back by.”
“Later.” Peanut kicked back and grabbed the remote. He knew that Nick’s pride was hurt. Brianna got all she wanted to get outta his man and dumped him. Peanut realized Nick was still sprung over her.
Brianna came out of her East Memphis town house and went in the opposite direction, missing the activity behind her. She jumped into her champagne colored Lexus and headed Orange bound to Shan’s house.
Ten minutes later Brianna was knocking on the door.
“It’s open,” Peanut yelled.
Brianna stepped inside, smiled and licked her lips when she saw Peanut sitting on the couch. “Why is the door open?”
“Your boy Nick just left. You just missed him.”
“Nigga, please.” She put her Chanel bag down and stood directly in front of Peanut. “Where’s your sister?”
“She’s in the room getting dressed.”
Brianna got down on her knees and began kissing Peanut as she unzipped his pants. “Did I ever tell you, you look like Michael Jackson when he was black and oh so fine?” She was planting kisses all around his neck. “Did I?”
“All the time,” he said seductively. She kept kissing him, causing his body to heat up.
“A’ight now. You gonna get us busted. Shan can come out the room any minute now and your man said he’d be right back,” Peanut said as he slid his hand up her dress.
“So what are you saying?” She began slurping on the head of his dick.
“You playing with fire, that’s what I’m saying.” He opened his legs wider and got in a better position. “Do you B, but make it quick.” Peanut hit the mute button so that he could hear Shan, Nick, and the slurping sounds she made on his dick. “Damn…girl. Ssssshit…” He grabbed the back of her head. “Whoaa, girl, why you stop?” His dick was hard as ten bricks and was sticking straight out.
“You got a condom?”
“C’mon, B.” He grabbed her head. “What you need a condom for? You was almost done!”
“I want some dick, nigga.”
“Girl, stop playing.” His dick was throbbing so hard that he was ready to grab it and finish his self off.
She sucked her teeth, got up and pulled a condom out of her Chanel bag. She ripped it open with her teeth and began putting it on a pissed-off Peanut.