Between Sisters (5 page)

Elaine

Being the middle child has always been a struggle for me. Daddy was the only one who paid me any attention, and Momma resented him and me for it. She was probably happy when he died just so I wouldn’t get any more attention.

We all had long hair while growing up, and the witch never wanted to fix my hair. However, she would let Sandy and Harmony take turns experimenting in my hair, while she always kept their hair perfect. Shawnee was just too perfect to have to ever fix my hair. No one experimented in Kelly’s hair. That was Momma’s other saint ‘cause she’d tell every damn thing. However, my daddy would take only me to the beauty shop so I could be his princess, and Momma hated that.

I have always been the more vocal one in the family, but it seems like no matter what I say, no one ever listens to what I think or feel. Talk about feeling like Jan Brady of the
Brady Bunch
. That would be the story of my life. My family feels I’m spoiled and materialistic. They don’t realize I had to fight for everything I have. If I’m spoiled, it’s because I had to spoil my damn self.

My daddy died of some kind of sudden liver failure supposedly as a result of alcohol when I was fourteen years old. Then I simply fell between the cracks in the Wiggins household. I always aspired to be rich and famous, just like my daddy told me I could be. I spent most of my life living in a fantasy world. I rationalized everything in my mind and could convince others quite easily since I was convinced myself.

By the age of sixteen, I had many boyfriends. Okay, well maybe they were only sex partners. Nonetheless, the attention helped fill the void left in me by Daddy’s death. By the age of seventeen, I made all of my “boyfriends” my tricks. Yeah, they had to start paying for this pussy, and they didn’t have any problems with it. At eighteen, I was buying my own damn car, and I also stepped up the financial contributions of my “tricks.” I figured a Georgetown University education wasn’t going to come cheap, and I hardly had my momma to turn to for guidance and support. She was too busy funneling her monies into Angelo, Sandy’s babies, and Harmony and Shawnee’s education.

Most mothers would have been proud to have a child attending Georgetown University. Not mine. Kelly attending Howard was a bigger deal than me attending Georgetown. The fact that I graduated in three years didn’t even make her ass proud of me. Bitch didn’t even attend my graduation. All of her family came in from Detroit, and she didn’t show up nor offer any explanation or congratulations. Ironically, she always referred to me as a whore, not knowing what I did for a living, and her only words to my sisters were, “I’m surprised the whore had it in her to keep her legs closed long enough to get an education.”

My new tricks would be professional men. Race, age, or nationality was not a factor. I can say I was doing quite well for myself. I was constantly lavished with expensive gifts, and by my junior year in college, this politician put me up in a plush apartment. Another of my tricks upgraded my Toyota Camry to a BMW, minus the headache of a car note. The one who got my apartment only requested that I not bring any other guys in the place. I had no problem giving him that respect since I particularly enjoyed going to posh hotels around the world. Yes, I said around the world. I’ve been flown to Paris, Morocco, Japan, French Riviera, Fiji Islands, Brazil, and various Caribbean islands. Domestically, I’ve been flown to Los Angeles, Seattle, Phoenix, Las Vegas, Atlanta, New York, and Denver. All of this from hooking.

Since I had long ago fell between the cracks in the Wiggins household, no one really paid any attention to the fact that I had yet to graduate from college and was already living large. Eventually, Sandy caught on and would blackmail me with her newfound info. But, soon, I had her turned out and turning tricks, as well. Sandy certainly wasn’t in a position to offer me any big sister guidance, so she fell in line. Sandy didn’t make a good hooker because she was too emotional and always looking for love from a trick. It didn’t help that she already had three children, and it showed on her body. Me, I have a body to die for. I have a body that even turns the heads of women. Speaking of which, I don’t discriminate. I’ll get with women, too, for the right price.

My body is something I take great pride in. It is my biggest asset–– my money-maker. I do Yoga, Tai-Chi, and kickboxing, as well as running to keep this perfect figure. I have been fortunate that my boobs have no need for a bra other than for my workouts. I like to call them great conversation pieces. I love the hypnotic effect they have on men, especially when my nipples are hard or I happen to be wearing a fitted t-shirt (designer, of course). These boobies yield me new tricks every day, not to mention the power-ass I carry. Like I said, a body to die for. No flab, no gut. Hell, I get turned on looking at my own self in the mirror, with or without clothes. Some tricks pay me just so they can look at my body. They may touch it as if it was a precious jewel, but they don’t want to violate it with sex. And I know for a fact that my sisters hate that I have the best body of the family. They probably wish they could be me and have what I have.

By the time I graduated college, I was the proud owner of a two-bedroom condo not too far from the White House. I took a piece of job to look completely legit, but I wasn’t giving up my true bread and butter.

Momma’s death two years ago yielded me one hundred thousand dollars, which I really didn’t need. However, it provided the front I needed to open my shoe boutique in Georgetown. Anyone with any real sense would know it should have taken more than $100k to open that boutique, but I just say it’s a down payment. I sell expensive women’s shoes ––the kind that I would wear. I get many celebrities coming through the door. Additionally, I get many wealthy men who come to shop for their women. About sixty percent of them turn out to be one of my tricks. Hell, I’m trying to open a string of boutiques. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Although Momma’s death barely moved me, my sisters were deeply affected by it. Somehow, we eventually started doing girls’ night out every Wednesday. Because everyone kinda went their own separate ways after becoming grown, we acted like we all lived in different states right in Maryland and D.C. Charise and Kelly have their little clique; Shawnee and Harmony have theirs. Sandy and I just fit in wherever, whenever. During girls’ night out, Sandy met Lewis, fell in love, and married that loser in record time. She had to have known that he tried to get with me and Charise. She never knew he had actually been with Renee, who is another story I’ll get back to.

We started hanging at this jazz club, which is where I found Russell. I’m not an emotional creature, but somehow, his saxophone had me wetting my panties. I think he knew he got me when I started fanning myself. Then each week that we’d go there, he would make me his target. It took about three months of courting before Russell caught a whiff of this pussy. And I mean that literally. He actually begged to at least smell it. So, I let him do just that. Maybe a month or so later, I finally gave him some––the first free pussy I had given away since the age of seventeen. My nose is wide open, but not so much that I’m going to put Russell before a trick who wants to pay me.

Russell is broke and lacks ambition. He’s content with staying as a headliner in that jazz club forever. In reality, the only real time I make for Russell is when we go there on Wednesdays and an occasional Sunday when no one else is on schedule. I can’t really see myself settling with him because he can’t provide me the lifestyle I have become accustomed to, but I do like the attention he gives me. He adores the ground I walk on and doesn’t question my lack of availability to him. It also feels good having a man that I can call my own, although he has never stepped foot in my home. Of course, his primary purpose in my life is to keep my family off of my ass about why I never have a man.

One thing I don’t do is bring a man up into my home. First, if Russell would see the very valuable items I have in my home, he’d start seeing dollar signs. Secondly, I don’t need his ass snooping around and finding shit he doesn’t need to see or know about. When I want to see him, I go to his place. That keeps me from getting too attached to his broke ass.

Renee is my closest friend. I’ve known her since middle school. I used to think she just hung around to be a part of my family. That’s definitely what my sisters feel. After my dad passed, I somewhat pulled away from her, but you could still find her at the dinner table. She also helped manage my hair when my sisters didn’t want to be bothered. When we were both sixteen and giving away plenty of free pussy, we were the closest ever. Renee never got away from giving free pussy away, though. When I suggested making guys pay for it, you would have sworn her judgmental behind was a preacher’s daughter. So, I left her to her own devices. While in college, she noticed I was living a bit extravagantly and questioned if I was prostituting my body. I told her that I was dating this Sugar Daddy who wanted to take care of me. She never questioned my lifestyle again.

Okay, the story with Renee and Lewis: She and I went to a different jazz spot one night, and while all the men were tripping over me, she was tripping over herself to get to Lewis, who we hadn’t known at the time. Don’t get me wrong, Lewis is fine as hell, but not my type. He’s full of himself. Renee was buying his ass drinks all night and somehow ended up fucking him in her car that night.

The first night I ran into Lewis while with my sisters, he tried to holla at me, but I reminded him of his romp in the hay with Renee. He swore he never touched her and said if he actually did, it was because she had drugged him. I wasn’t convinced, so he moved on to my sister who was willing to give him the time of day – Sandy. Charise kind of seemed like she wanted Lewis herself, but knew he was ten years older than her. So, she backed off. However, it didn’t stop Lewis from flirting with her or trying to get with me every chance that Sandy turned her head. Then, before you knew it, Sandy was marrying his ass. She accused me of being jealous when I told her that he tried to get with me and Charise. Instead of kicking his ass to the curb, she moved to Denver with him. Dumb ass! And Renee is still sticking by her story about fucking Lewis first.

Renee was glad to see Russell in my life, because it gave her the impression that I’m on the straight and narrow. Little does she know, he asks me all the time how could I hang out with such an ugly woman. He also thinks she has a bad attitude. Now note, I did say she was my closest friend, but we are hardly close. I don’t have her all up in my business. She’s an underpaid social worker, still giving her pussy away for free to anyone who says the right thing to her ugly ass. The sad thing is with all the pussy she gives away, she can’t even afford to buy a pair of shoes from my boutique. I did give her a four-hundred-dollar pair of sandals for one hundred dollars because she is supposed to be my friend and I felt sorry for her. I’m a business woman first and foremost, so I had to collect some monies.

However, tonight…tonight is going to be one of those “Free Pussy” nights. I know Eric used to be Sandy’s man a few years back, but when I put my hand on his huge dick last night at Megaplex, I couldn’t resist the temptation. It didn’t help the way he licked my tits while not giving a damn who was looking. For a brief moment, it felt like there was no one else in the room. Thankfully, Renee had gone to the ladies’ room when he made his stop. I did notice Kelly staring in my face, but I know she didn’t see him slip his number under my skirt and inside my thong when his finger penetrated me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven just in that short moment. I also remember some of the erotic tales Sandy would share with me. My pussy would contract as she gave me the details. So, now, I’ll get to see what all the hype was about.

I remember when I actually got to meet him. They were at Potomac Mills Mall. Everyone in the mall was staring at this large man, probably thinking he was a ball player of some sort. I was staring because I finally had a face to go with those erotic stories. Our meeting was brief since Sandy had to whisk him away from all the women who were blatantly flirting with her man, in her face.

When he first came out in the club, I didn’t really get a good look at him, but when his tongue was tickling my nipple, I knew exactly who he was. Hey, what Sandy don’t know won’t hurt her. She didn’t know about Renee and Lewis, and she doesn’t have to know about me and Eric.

I arrived at 9:30 p.m. at his tastefully decorated loft. He said he was fixing lobster, and I smelled a mixture of food scents as I stepped off the elevator. In his doorway, he stood there dressed in jeans that looked like they were suffocating his package and a wifebeater. His feet were bare, and from beneath the material, his nipples protruded in a sensuous way that just called to be sucked on.

He greeted me with a gentle kiss on the lips and then said, “You look really familiar to me in the light. I’m generally good with faces, but your name doesn’t ring a bell.”

Do I dare let this man know before I get the dick that he was dating my sister and we met a few years back? I don’t think so. Not before I get to sample the goods.

So I lied. “I’m sure I’d remember if we knew each other, and we don’t.” I switched to a seductive tone. “However, Gracie wants to get to know you.”

“
Who’s Gracie?” he asked, confused.

After I pulled up my miniskirt and exposed my bare kitty kat, no other words were spoken. He lifted me up to his shoulders and started kissing Gracie hello. He carried me to the large sofa, laid me down, and went to town. No matter how much pushing away I did or trying to run after the second and third orgasm, he wouldn’t let up. I finally convinced him to give my throbbing breasts some attention. While licking, fondling, groping, and sucking, we managed to come out of our clothes, with the exception of my white come-fuck-me sandals.