Family Affairs Ch. 02

When Belinda wants to hang out, she does it all the way.

As she was about to finish up she felt herself get easily pulled away and rushed into the dark and secluded dining room adjacent to the kitchen. "Not this shit again... dear, put me down!" She loved being small and feminine, but there were some days where Sheri wished she were larger and stronger.

"I got you." a smirking Darnell said as he placed her back down on the soles of her feet. His hands still remain lowered on her hips.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't what putting me down looks like." Sheri noted as his hold on her was hardened.

"Nah, I just wanted to chill wit' you. The family downstairs chillin' wit' yo' sister. We ain't tryna fuck that all up, right?"

"I'm pretty sure they'll be expecting us, Darnell." Sheri replied while trying to back away from his hold to no avail.

"Then we gonna be fashionably late." Sheri rolled her eyes at him.

"Why are you always doing this?"

"Why you think?" Darnell asked her back.

"Because you're a horny philanderer, that's probably why?" Sheri could feel his hands slowly start to sneak on her towards her rear end.

"I don't know what the fuck that mean, I just know that you fine as fuck. Ain't never seen a woman like you before." Darnell admitted, keeping his gaze downward on the displeased face of Sheri.

"I wish you had, so that you can bother that woman instead of me." Sheri replied as she felt her body get a slight lift when he groped her on both cheeks. "Will you stop that?"

"C'mon girl, it's just us." Darnell kept his hands strong on her small, firm ass. His fingers prodding and his palms elevating.

"I'll say one thing, you certainly aren't afraid of getting your ass handed to you by Allen." Sheri continued her ill fated attempts at pushing away from him.

"Shouldn't that go to show that my love is real?" Darnell replied with a stupid grin.

"You shouldn't use a word like that so liberally."

"Just give me a little something right now and I'll let you go." Darnell tried to bargain with her. "None of us is tryna to cause some shit within this fam, so let's just cut a deal and that's that."

"What're you getting at?" Sheri's eyes narrowed. "I'm not doing anything crazy for you, so don't get any ideas asshole."

Darnell knew he could get away with something. Again, she could've gotten Allen on his ass a long time ago, so why hasn't she done it yet? Darnell figured she had to enjoy some of this and he was going to find that out for sure.

"Ain't gotta be crazy. Just let a nigga work and then we can be off." he calmly stated, mischief in his glare.

"What kind of work?" Sheri remained suspicious of his intentions. Well, she already knew what his intentions were, she just needed to know how far he was trying to push this.

"Like I said, just let me work and we'll be out of here in no time."

"Fine..." Sheri wasn't quite sure what she was accepting, but the faster he could get off of her the better. "But I call when this all stops."

"That's what a nigga is tryna hear!" His face lit up and then reached over for one of the chairs by the dining room table to take a seat.

"Let's hurry, you're on my time here." Sheri stated impatiently.

"Aight." From his seat, he quickly reached over to pull her closer. Sheri eyed him, wondering what the hell he was up to. She felt his hands begin to explore her body, running up from her exposed legs and up across the front of her spandex shorts. She almost instinctively reached down to push his hands away from the obvious area between her thighs, but surprisingly Darnell didn't try and touch that area.

His touch then moved carefully over her exposed navel, his black hands contrasting well with her lighter, olive skin. She held her breath, wondering when she would finally push him away. So far, he's been very gentle with a soft touch. It almost felt good, even. Something she would keep to herself.

His hands then faked upward as if going under her midriff shirt, but then he ran his fingers sensually back down her skin. His movements were slow but caused a tingling sensation through her body and Sheri became annoyed because he really did make it feel delightful. She continued to watch him 'work', and got a little worried once his palms landed back on her ass. He guided her to turn so that he could see her side profile better.

"What're you doing?" Sheri's voice was low and unsure.

"Nothing baby, just celebrating what I'm seeing." He continued to grope and feel her butt, loving how her cheeks fit so perfectly in his hand while his other held firmly on her leg. "Damn you can tell you put a lot of work into your body. Tight as hell and built fuckin' perfectly. God girl, you're gorgeous."

"I appreciate the compliment sweetie, it should be obvious that I work out considering who I'm going to marry." Sheri emphasized that last part, reminding him he was on a time limit. "Besides, I have no idea why you're so impressed with me considering how much thicker your woman is."

He gave light squeezes over the spandex covering her ass, eliciting a very low grunt from the woman. "I like a thick girl. But you different. You don't need a fat ass or huge titties. Sheri, you're absolute perfection, girl."

"I can see why Belinda is so taken by you, you're quite the smooth talker." Sheri admitted. Her hips started to sway in a subtle, circular motion. She could barely tell she was doing it. She sucked in a breath when he glided his hand over her leg and could feel his hand around the waistband area.

"I ain't tryna be smooth, just facts. You're unlike any woman I've ever met. Sheri, you just different and that's why a nigga can't help but stare when you walk around lookin' like you do." Darnell couldn't help but profess his adoration for her.

Sheri couldn't find the words to respond to that. It felt genuine. Sweet, even, and now she felt the heat rise from his touch to her face. "Darnell, you're an enigma." That was all she had.

"And you're so damn beautiful and tiny." Darnell could feel how worked up she was and a slow grin grew on his face. He was going for it. It wouldn't be all he wanted, but at least tonight he could have this.

"What're you doing?" Sheri could feel him delicately peel away at her shorts. "Sweetie, I don't know about this." She looked around and saw that no one was around. They were pretty occupied downstairs, weren't they. She reached down to stop him. "This may be where we wrap things up."

"Nah, just for a second, then we can bounce. If I can see that thing for a bit, then I'm gonna leave it alone." Darnell looked up at her pleadingly, giving her a look she had no idea he was capable of making.

"Darling, I'm not so sure..."

"Please, girl." Darnell pushed, puppy dog eyes in full effect. "Just a little bit, then we go. I can't stand missing out on this when such a perfect woman is in front of me."

"Hmm..." Sheri looked around once more, forgetting why she even allowed it to go this far. Well, after this, she can end things. And hopefully it will be the end of that. Plus... she had to admit it: he looked very cute. Sheri released a sigh. 'Allen forgive me, my king' Sheri said internally. "Fine, but let me do it."

"Do yo' thang." Darnell just watched Sheri reach under her shorts on each of her sides. She bent over slightly to slowly pull down and peel the spandex material off of her. The shorts fell to her feet and the only thing covering her lower half was a yellow lace thong. She saw a look of awe on his face and it made her chuckle.

"Not that big of a deal, dear." Sheri said, playing her body down.

"You crazy? This any man's dream come true. Goddamn Allen is the luckiest nigga on earth." He drooled over the smoothness of her ass and how amazingly lifted it was considering how small of a butt Sheri owned. Her body was tiny by comparison to Belinda and especially to him, but she was sculpted in all the right places with curves exactly where they needed to be. He'd thank Allen for helping her out to become this gorgeous, but he obviously couldn't do that. He couldn't keep his eyes off this white woman. He felt himself grow stiff.

"Are you going to blink eventually or what?" Sheri teased.

Darnell chuckled. "Oh my bad. Can't blame a nigga, though. You're on some next level shit. You a queen for real."

"Thank you Darnell, dear. I do try my best." Sheri jokes, even posing with a hand on her hip for him. She loved the smile she got out of him. It did make her feel good that attractive, black younger men like her fiancé or Darnell still found her appealing. It made her feel good to know she hadn't lost much with age. She had to admit, this was kind of fun. It shocked her.

"I like them panties." Darnell nodded at her.

"Oh these?" Sheri looked down and pulled up on the waistband of her thong. "These are cute. I like the floral patterns on the front." She said as she traced the material on the front, causing Darnell's dick to twitch. "I need to buy more, actually. I'll ask Belinda if she wants to come with me to grab some."

"Can I come?" Darnell snickered.

"And what for?" Sheri asked the black man.

"Maybe you can model them for me?" Darnell half-jokingly offered up an idea. He got an eye roll out of her, but also a smirk.

"Silly man. You mean I model for you like this?" Sheri put her hands behind her head and jabbed her hip at him a few times, laughing after doing so. "I'm sorry, that was terrible."

Darnell returned the laugh. "Nah, you crazy, that was cute. I'm sure you could dance more than that."

"Eh, not much. Maybe a little..." Sheri swayed her hips around, giving him a full view of her ass with a thong string in between. It took all of Darnell's will power to keep himself from pouncing on her and taking that white pussy right then and there. "But that's about it."

"That's all you need, you got them belly dancer moves, girl."

"I always wanted to try something like that. Maybe I should see if there's classes for that around here." Sheri stated, seriously wanting to learn to move better in a borderline sexual way.

"You should go for it. You clearly have talent."

"Thanks, darling." Sheri smiled at him. "I thought I did." Sheri looked around and, even though she felt dramatically more comfortable with Darnell now more than ever before, it was about time to move on. "I think our time has just about run out, dear. This was surprisingly fun, I'll give you that but we... uhhh!" As she bent over to pick up her shorts, Darnell pulled her off her feet and onto his lap. "Now what're you doing? We have to go!"

"Hold up, just a lil' bit more. One more minute." He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other pulling her short legs up.

"I said we were done!" Sheri tried to get away, but now Darnell wouldn't allow it. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"My bad, I just had mad fun chillin' with you. I ain't want it to end. You're just too cute and fun to talk to." Darnell said, sweet talking to her.

"Thank you, Darnell, but eventually this has to stop! We had a deal!" Sheri said, complaining.

"I know, but not yet. You've been mad sweet to me, I gotta make sure I return it back."

"God, you're a bigger sap than I ever would've thought. Are you sure you're the same sleazy Darnell?" Sheri asked with a raised brow.

"I'm still me, ain't no doubt about that." Darnell assured her, a big smirk on his face. "I can still be sleazy."

"Shame, I like you better when you're sweet." Sheri surrendered and rested her head on his chest.

"Aight, then I'll be that." he replied. "Whatever makes you happy, girl." He felt like he was in heaven when his hand finally moved over to feel on her exposed ass. He'd grabbed on fatter and thicker asses then this, but they still weren't Sheri's. It still fit so well in his grasp and he could feel the tightness and firmness that comes with countless glute focused workouts. The contrast, of course, was so aesthetically pleasing to him as well. He should've gone after white women sooner.

Sheri could feel him grab her butt. She wondered if she should say anything, but harmless touching didn't seem too bad at the moment. Plus, it kind of felt nice with the tender way his hand grabbed at her booty. He wasn't just slapping and roughly snatching it up in his grasp, he just kept it simple and lightly moved his delicate hold from cheek to cheek. "Good, just be sweet from now on, darling. You're better that way." She took a handful of his jersey in her hand, pulling closer into him. "You smell good, hun." Sheri said without thinking when she got an up close whiff of his scent.

"Thank you, Sheri. I had to make sure I smelled good, girl. I knew I was gonna be around you. You're the type of woman a nigga want to look good for." Darnell continued to bestow sweet words upon her.

"Hmm..." Sheri hummed with a smile. "I'm glad you feel that way about me."

"I feel a lotta ways 'bout you, baby." Darnell replied, his fingers running through her blonde dyed hair. He could feel her small frame shiver.

"I can tell, darling." Sheri closed her eyes, losing herself to his touch. "But nothing can happen between us. We're both taken, sweetheart."

Darnell ignored her and he leaned forward to get a whiff of her as well. "You smell good, too, Sheri."

She giggled softly when the top of his nose tickled her cheek. They both smile at each other. "Thanks, that's just my body wash."

"Well it smells amazing on you, girl." Darnell could feel her become so much more receptive to his touch and presence. He knew his goal was far more realistic now than ever before.

"Again, be sweet from now on." she reminded him.

"Whatever you say, queen." Darnell nodded. Sheri nestled her ass into his lap, fully expecting to feel an erection like any typical man and sure enough, she felt his shaft. And at this point she was seasoned enough with black men to know he was packing. By exactly how much, she didn't know, but he felt massive.

"Damn..." the man groaned. Darnell wanted to take her right then and there, but he wouldn't push his luck for multiple reasons. But he had an end goal and he was gonna try and work towards it.

He was gonna fuck Sheri. He had to. He wanted to. He needed to. He almost felt like he was destined to.

And if acting 'sweet' was the way to accomplish that goal, then so be it.

"Everything okay, dear?" Sheri looked at him. He didn't respond and Sheri saw an intensity in his stare. His face showed no emotion, but she could tell thoughts were running through his head. "Darnell? Darling, is there an issu-'' Her eyes became as wide as saucers and her words were silenced as her lips became sealed.

Sealed with a kiss.

****

"You were buggin'." Belinda laughed as she was in the middle of telling a story about Andre from their youth. "Mommy whooped yo' ass, too. Dumbass."

"Nah, I was forgetting that they be callin' the crib when you miss school. She was heated when I got home." Andre embarrassingly admitted.

"First time skipping school and your ass got caught." Allen commented. "I remember you were howling when mom got that ass."

"I know, mom put it on me and I was hurtin', but I got better at ditching school, though." Andre sheepishly grinned.

"Ain't nothin' to be proud of dummy." Belinda drank some more cognac that Allen had poured for her earlier. "That's why you cleaning your act up now, stupid ass."

"I know, I know, damn, why y'all coming at me like that?" Andre shook his head, continuing to feel attacked as they spent quite a bit of time talking about his screw ups.

"Just reminding you to stay on course." Allen shrugged from behind the bar. "That's all."

"I told you a nigga done changed!" Andre sighed and looked towards the person sitting beside him. "I ain't that dude anymore, just letting you know." he chuckled.

Martha slowly nodded, once again with a wine glass in her hand and also feeling completely out of her element. Gosh, she thought, these blacks could talk. At first, she was annoyed at how loud and rambunctious they were, but as time went on she kind of built an appreciation for how close they were as a family. This wasn't something she did much with her own kind. They never spoke this casually, either.

"I'm... sure." she replied. Even with how weird their family were and how they sounded, they at least could definitely be considered a family.

"That ain't sound too convincing." Andre shook his head. "See? Y'all done made me look bad in front of Sheri's sister." Andre grabbed at his drink and tossed back some brown liquid. "Man..."

Allen just chuckled at his younger brother. "You straight, chill out."

"Stop sounding like a sorry ass nigga." Belinda rolled her eyes. "Martha knows you tryna do good now. Ain't that right sweetie?"

"Uhhh..." Martha just looked at the faces of all the siblings before landing on Andre's semi-forlorn expression. Her first instinct was to say no, because he was a black criminal right? But the more she looked into his pleading eyes, her heart managed to skip a beat and of course that was followed by the images of his massive tool. "I... yeah, I'm sure you're going to be a better man, Andre." She didn't want to sound so reassuring, but that's what came out and Martha wanted to smack her head.

"I'll take that." Andre exhaled, liking the response. "Good lookin', Martha."

Did he just compliment her looks so brazenly? Martha wondered, completely misunderstanding what Andre meant by that. "Uhhhhh..." That was inappropriate, she continued on in her head. How could he say such a thing to her?! How could a nigger like him talk to her like that? And... and... why did it make her face heat up and bring up thoughts of his dark skinned cock? She did not like feeling conflicted, at all.

"I hope you all haven't been too crazy hitting the bottle." The voice of Sheri came in, finally appearing in the basement.

"Damn, where you been girl?" Belinda commented, watching as Sheri slithered up beside her brother Allen behind the bar.

"I had to go change and finish cleaning up some things." Sheri explained as she found herself getting pulled in closer to Allen.

"And where's my man at?" Belinda asked looking around, almost forgetting he came with her.

"I saw him step out to talk to someone on the phone not that long after you guys bolted to get drunk." Sheri answered the black woman.

"Damn, your man's been on the phone for a minute." Andre stated.

"Probably busy talking to some other bitches." Allen muttered under his breath so only he and Andre could hear when Belinda walked off to go find him.

"Probably." Andre's eyes rolled. He had to find out from Allen just how sleazy Darnell seemed, even though they didn't have any hard evidence of his infidelity.

Sheri cringed when she heard the two brothers speak about Darnell possibly talking to other women. She had herself a problem and she had to figure that out on her own. She didn't want problems and needed to find her way out of this mess with Darnell.

To take her mind off that she looked over at her sister. "Having fun, sweetie?" Sheri smirked.

"Uh, well..." Martha looked at the black faces before replying to her older brother. "I certainly wasn't bored."

"I didn't think so." Sheri smirked before looking up at Allen. "Come dear, we have to talk about the backyard for a second."

"Backyard? Why?" Allen asked as his much smaller and petite fiancé pulled him away from the bar, heading straight for the stairs. "It's getting dark out there, too."

"Just shut up and follow, love." Sheri huffed, surprised he didn't get what she was trying to do.

"Oh damn..." He looked back at his brother sitting alone with Martha and gave a sideways smile. "Sheri you crazy, baby."

"Nope, just trying to have some fun." she replied with a devilish smile before they disappeared.