Summer Story

[OcheeHeart]

Re: Summer Story

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Nunya</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Yeah das all mi got right now. Mi a fret pon mi family (mi madda roof a leak an mi sista outta doah) so mi cyaa concentrate enough fi write. </div></div>

likely story...hmmmpppfff! A joke mi mek. Mi hope we family safe fe tru. Big dem hup frum yuh baby sis k. Tek yuh time. Mi ago wait. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/music.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/popcorn.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/icon_hug.gif[/img]

[sistactry]

Re: Summer Story

so how Myrtle have son, a who breed har???

[Nunya]

Re: Summer Story

“A whe de b_ b_!!!!” Dean jumped back, his hands going out to push, his fists clenched for throwing. The first thought through his mind was that one of them had come back to way lay him in his room. Blood rushed and the noise in his ears roared. He made a grab and she bawled out in a stage whisper, “Lawd God Dean, is me! Nicey! Is whe wrong wid yuh? A kill yuh a try fi kill me?”

Dean pushed her away from him without being mindful of her falling.

“Hey,” she snapped, hurt from his roughness. He walked by her, annoyed at her presence. It was early yet. Why was she already here? At other times, he would needle her about bedding the son of her husband, but tonight he was just not in the mood. He made to sit at the foot of the bed, but changed his mind and sat inside on the chair that was stuck in the corner of the room next to window that framed nothing. Ignoring her still, he began removing his shoes.

Nicey considered him from across the room. Something was up. He was quite morose and withdrawn. Had something happened with Aunt Myrtle? She wanted to ask, but knew from experience that she would be shut down. Seeing him enter Aunt Myrtle’s room and now seeing his churlishness her feeling was strengthened that something was a foot. There had been too many stopped conversations – always upon her approach; too many unexplained trips that refused her tagging along; too strong a vibe that told her she was being kept out of the loop. She’d asked Audley about it, and he’d dismissed her queries by telling her she was imagining things. She’d asked Dean and he’d only smile mysteriously. Nicey knew he loved to play games. She knew he felt like he was the one in control of their affair. Without actually saying so, he’d hinted non-verbally at the risk to her if he should tell his father or his grandmother what was going on. Nicey knew that Dean thought her station, even her presence in the house would be shattered if Aunt Myrtle found out. Nicey knew that Dean was right.

Yet she was unable to stay away. His youth and vibrancy was like water to her. She needed him. She needed what he had to offer. It was the only thing that made her feel like a woman, desirable and feminine. So she took the risks. Nicey shrugged off any compunction about leaving Audley lying in bed wanting her. Audley did not deserve her anymore. Audley had made promises that he had not intention of keeping. Audley had used her like his mother wanted. She’d born him sons and they were her only legacy. She had to stay with them, here, in order to live. It was embittering. Dean offered the only taste of sweetness in this bitter fruit and she would eat as often as she could.

“Hey,” she called to him, her voice soft. He sat back in the chair, his arms flopping over the sides, his runners already off and placed neatly beside the chair. His heavy lidded eyes gazed back with boredom.

“Yuh tyad?” she asked, biting her lip, recognizing that he was going to have her work for it. She squelched back the thought that he was just like them, using her. She smiled determinedly. She had her strengths. She knew how to bring him to his knees. Smiling inwardly at the irony, she approached him and dropped to her knees.

“Yuh waa mi mek yuh feel betta?” she murmured, her hands already expertly undoing his jeans. His eyes followed her fingers and while they remained impassive, she noted with satisfaction the increased movement of the pulse at the base of his throat. She lowered her eyes and tugged sharply at his jeans. He raised his hips and his underwear followed. Pulling the garments off, she then folded them neatly and then set them on top of his runners. Yeah, Dean liked to be neat and Nicey knew what Dean liked. She knew what everybody in this family liked. If she hung in there, her ten years of information gathering would eventually pay off. Right now, she thought as she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed lightly, this was all she cared about. Catering to Dean’s needs so that her own would be met.

******

Michelle had been dreaming. Earl was standing at her door, his car running at the curb a battered suitcase in his hand. “Come on,” he’d urged her. “I’ve left her. I want to be with you, so we can raise our baby together.” Her mother was standing behind her, smiling at Earl and asking, “You want to go to Jamaica with her? You should move to Jamaica and start the family there.” Earl thought it was a great idea and they’d left. They were sitting on the plane after he’d given her the window seat. “See the clouds?” he’d pointed over her shoulder and she’d said, “Where?” and he’d then pushed her to look. But he kept pushing her and she was falling and falling…

She woke up. Her mouth was dry and tasted unpleasant. Her stomach was thankfully at peace but her bladder was full. She slid out of bed and went to use the washroom. She brushed her teeth quickly and splashed her face. Standing at the mirror staring at her sleep-softened face, she wondered what time it was. All vestige of sleep had left and she knew she’d be up for the rest of the night. The house was quiet and she toyed with the idea of grabbing her pillows and heading for the back room to watch some TV. But she did not want to risk waking anyone. Especially Aunt Myrtle, whom Michelle suspected, probably had the ears of a bat. Instead she turned toward the kitchen, intent on having a glass of milk and the returning to her room.

*******

Nicey’s mouth was full. Dean’s head was lolling from side to side. All posturing was gone. His groans rose and fell in tandem with her lips and Nicey watched him carefully. She did not want it to end like this. She needed to get hers. She knew the signs of his approach and she watched for them. Meanwhile, she readied herself.

His voice became raspy; his breathing shorter, Nicey rocked back onto her heels and his eyes popped open.

“No stop man, no stop,” he pleaded.

Nicey smiled and stood up. “Come ova to de bed,” she invited, slipping out of her nightdress. Dean stood up awkwardly, his knees wobbling. Moving toward her, his feet caught at his garments that were resting next to the chair. They both yelled briefly as he fell. Managing to right himself before more damage was done he hurried onto the bed and arranged himself properly. He nursed his bruised penis, his enthusiasm dampened. Glaring at Nicey in annoyance he said, “It look like fram night all yuh waa do to man is kill dem!”

“Shh,” Nicey cautioned. “Tap chat fawt. Mek mi fix dat fi yuh…”

*******

The noise had made Michelle jump and instantly her flesh had pimpled. Her eyes flashed about the corridor. Why had it never occurred to her before? This place was haunted. She turned to rush back to her room, but then whispered voices stopped her. Before she knew it, she was leaning into the little pantry and heading toward the door. There were voices coming from there. Whose were they? She recalled having been into the pantry and trying the door. She remembered too, Nicey stopping her. But this wasn’t Nicey’s room, was it? But who was to say that Nicey was in there? As Michelle wondered, her arm was extended toward the doorknob when suddenly she heard a voice from behind her: “Dat’s Dean room eno.”

[sistactry]

Re: Summer Story

me no know bout she, but me know say me wudda pums~~ [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/704555_dwl.gif[/img]

[img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70409-waytogo.gif[/img] u juss too dyaaaammmm sloooowwwww

[Nunya]

Re: Summer Story

Oi, mi have adda tings fi do eno!!!! [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/nahtalktoyuh.gif[/img]

[BlessedLadyOfZion]

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Harumphhh!! [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/nahtalktoyuh.gif[/img]

[Kimberley24]

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Next installment please [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/popcorn.gif[/img]

[MsExced]

Re: Summer Story

a wonda a who voice that

[Kimberley24]

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The Granny or Audley...i'm betting Audley cause he wasn't asleep he was busy doing himself due to Nicey holding out saving it fi bruk the son back and what slackness....country old time people doing such stuff...who knew they were aware of such acts...them going on hot there....

[BlessedLadyOfZion]

Re: Summer Story

nunya, tek a break till monday. in dem few days mek sure yuh done de story an have it posted fi we read pon Tuesday.

thanks!

[MsExced]

Re: Summer Story

Nunya please don't listen to LadyZ keep it coming.

[BlessedLadyOfZion]

Re: Summer Story

mi naw go deh yah so mi won't mind [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/704555_dwl.gif[/img]

[Nunya]

Re: Summer Story

Ok mam [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/whatever.gif[/img]

[sistactry]

Re: Summer Story

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Ms Exced</div><div class="ubbcode-body">a wonda a who voice that </div></div>

if dere is a God a muss Audley, now all im fe do a go inna de room and busss har shutcase~~ [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/fight.gif[/img]

[seemiyah]

Re: Summer Story

I don't think it Audley is probably one of the likkle boy dem cause Nicey naw get ketch so soon, is a book dis Nunya a write an we only inna bout chapter 3 now to rhaatid! Oh yeah, an I agree we need another back story bout how Myrtle finally breed and fah who.