The Bryson Blood Wars (5 page)

              “Yes,” Clover answered as she continued to enjoy all ten inches of Sharp.

              “That shit wasn’t loud enough,” Sharp slapped Clover’s ass again, but this time a little bit harder. “Now sound off!”

              “Yes baby!” Clover yelled out. “I’m cumming!”

              “Yes you are baby,” Sharp moaned as he felt Clover’s pussy squeezing his dick for dear life. He continued to pump harder and faster. “Oh shit! You are gripping this dick! I’m about to nut!” Sharp continued to dig deep inside Clover until he came. It felt like a full two minutes before he was done filling up Clover’s pussy with his semen and collapsed on top of her. Clover got Sharp’s attention by using her pussy muscles to give his dick a squeeze. That made Sharp jump and he rolled off of Clover and he ended up on his back.

              “You were amazing!” Sharp said and pulled Clover into his arms and kissed her.

              “Thanks,” Clover said with a smile. “I try to be.”

              “You do more than try baby,” Sharp said as he grabbed a handful of Clover’s ass. He was enjoying the sweaty afterglow until he detected that something was bothering Clover. “Baby girl what’s wrong?”

              “Nothing I’m fine,” Clover lied.

              “Clover Bonquinetta Reese-Bryson,” Sharp said in a child scolding tone, “I’ve known you for seventeen years. I know when something is bothering you. You might as well fess up because you know that I won’t let you get a moment’s peace until you spill your guts.”

              “Curses!” Clover half joked. She knew she couldn’t hide anything from Sharp if her life depended on it and vice versa. “Can I ask you a question, and I want you to be completely honest with me.”

              “Of course baby.”

              “Am I a good wife to you?” Clover asked.

              “Of course you are. We’ve been married for almost fourteen years. Where’s all this coming from?” Sharp was completely baffled by this conversation, but he needed to get to the root of the problem so he let Clover continue.

              “It’s hard to explain but I’ll try,” Clover said and started to express her internal conflicts. “I want to make sure that I’m good enough for you. Sometimes I feel like I’m not.”

              “Why would you think that? You’re a great wife and mother. You’re sweet, kind, loyal, compassionate, beautiful and willing to help others in need. You give your all and we love you for it.” Sharp tried to ease Clover’s doubts. “You’ve given me everything that a man could ever ask for and then some.”

              “Except my virginity,” Clover confessed in a whisper. Kayson’s words have haunted her for a long time. She wanted to give her virginity to the love of her life on their wedding night. Not have it taken away in the backseat of her sister’s car by her disgusting evil brother-in-law. Ever since then she felt like damaged goods. She tried to be perfect in order to mask that but after a while, it began to take its toll and she finally broke down and burst into tears in Sharp’s loving arms. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be pure for you.” 

             
I’m glad that fucking bastard is dead!
Sharp angrily thought to himself as he continued to comfort Clover in his arms. Sharp felt guilty that he wasn’t there to protect Clover and that he didn’t catch on to Kayson’s trick to get to her before it was too late. Colton, Laliyka and Clover’s parents taught Sharp not to blame himself and to be supportive for Clover in her time of need. “Baby, you know that wasn’t your fault. Kayson was a sick bastard that got what he deserved. How long have you kept this bottled up?”

              “A long time,” Clover answered with a sniffle.

              “Clover listen to me. You are a beautiful pure woman. Don’t let that sick fuck make you think and feel otherwise.” Clover was always pure in Sharp’s eyes and he needed to show her. He came up with an idea and he hoped it’ll work. “I like to tell you a story, if that’s okay?” Clover nodded in agreement. “It’s a fairy tale.”

              “You hate fairy tales,” Clover said as she used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears.

              “I know but this is the only one I like,” Sharp said.

              “All right, what’s the title?” Clover asked and sat up to give Sharp her full attention.

              “October 1, 1999,” Sharp answered.

              “Why does this title sound familiar?” Clover had a pretty good idea where Sharp was going with this.

              Sharp gently tweaked Clover’s nose and said in a playfully stern way. “Hush woman and let me tell the story.”

              “Yes sir.” Clover said with a giggle.
Good start.
Sharp thought.

              “All right then,” Sharp said before telling the story. “Once upon a time in Dallas, Texas there lived a handsome young prince with smooth dark brown skin with an irresistible sexy muscular body to match. His life was good until his mother committed suicide. For the past two years she fell into a deep depression because her husband whom she loved with all her heart left her for a younger woman. The prince was devastated because he and his mother were very close. Of course, he had to move in with his father and stepmother and the tension in the home was solid thick. Things got worse the day of the funeral. The prince’s older brother who he always looked up to arrived for the occasion with his beautiful daughter. It was a lovely ceremony until the father showed up with his young bride all over each other like a couple in love. That did it for the prince. He refused to stand idly by and tolerate the blatant disrespect of his mother at her funeral. The prince rolled up on the couple and gave them a piece of his mind. Things really got ugly when the prince called his stepmother a home-wrecking bitch. The father punched the prince and ordered him to pack his shit and never come back. That was the last time the prince saw or spoke to his father. The prince moved to Atlanta, Georgia with his brother and niece. They did their best to cheer up the prince and help him adjust to his new surroundings but to no avail. The prince was deep in his personal melancholy. That all changed for the prince on October 1, 1999. It was the first day at his new school. At first the prince felt isolated and alone. Later that day he was eating lunch at a table by himself when all of the sudden he looked up and saw a beautiful ray of sunshine smiling at him. The beautiful princess was wearing her cheerleading uniform because it was pep rally/game day. The princess had beautiful bright brown skin, long wavy dark brown hair, matching pair of beautiful brown eyes and she had ass for days.” The couple giggled and Sharp grabbed another handful of Clover’s ass before continuing the story. “Now back to the story. This beautiful princess took the prince’s lunch tray and he followed her to a table. After they sat down the princess said to the prince, ‘you will never be sad or alone again on my watch’. That beautiful princess stuck to her word for seventeen years and counting. Does that answer your question?” Sharp asked after wrapping up the story about how he and Clover first met to show her that she had a pure heart and soul.

              “Yes it does. Now I have a question,” Clover said.

              “Shoot,” Sharp said.

              “Was my fat ass the only reason you asked me out after the pep rally?” Clover asked with suspicion.

              “No of course not baby,” Sharp answered with an innocent tone. “It was one of them.” He added with a whisper which made the couple burst out with hysterical laughter. “Good thing Colton knew where the stadium was so I could make it to the game.”

              “After the game you introduced me to Colton and Calista and took me to Steak and Shake for our first date. Of course that was after I introduced you to momma, daddy and Opal and daddy gave you the green light.” Clover added.

              “Despite the fact that Colton was our ride and he and Calista were sitting about three or four booths behind us, it was a great date.” The couple continued to laugh. “It didn’t even bother us that our football team lost to Lowndes County 42-0.” The laughter continued until Sharp continued. “Yeah! October 1, 1999 was the best day of my life. That’s when I discovered that there was such a thing as love at first sight and that’s when I met the woman I knew I was going to make my wife.”

              “Awe! I love you Sharpiro Tiberius Bryson, Sr.,” Clover said.

              “I love you too Clover Bonquinetta Reese-Bryson.” Sharp said before letting out a chuckle. “We have the most fucked up middle names on this planet!”

              “I know right!” Clover agreed and joined in on the laughter. “Good thing we kept our other promise.”

              “What other promise?” Sharp asked.

              “That you and I were not going to be the only ones in this family with fucked up middle names,” Clover said.

              “Exactly,” Sharp said. “Let’s see there’s my little double, Sharpiro Tiberius Bryson, Jr. Your mini-me, Samantha Laqumekia Bryson and our last combined bundle of joy, Myk Orenthaletto Bryson.”

              Clover and Sharp continued to laugh at the family’s jacked up middle names as Sharp climbed on top of Clover to make love to her again.

It is an ordinary work day in the Bryson family. The kids are in school. Colton is the principal at the middle school where Lil’Sharp and Ray attend. Colton doesn’t believe in giving special treatment and Lil’Sharp and Ray know this. Not that they need it because they’re model students.

              Sharp is a juvenile probation officer. He started off as a correctional officer at an all-male prison before it closed down. Afterwards he worked at Atlanta’s Youth Development Center. Sharp liked it a lot better because he enjoyed making a difference in children’s lives and wanted to steer them on the right path before it’s too late. That’s when he decided to become a Juvenile Probation Officer.

              Clover is hard at work at her thriving erotic bakery called Bare-licious Goodies. Clover always loved baking, but she never thought she would make a career out of it, let alone in baking naughty treats, but it all just kind of happened. The right people tasted her cakes and cookies, word traveled and the rest is history.

              “As you can see we have many designs you can choose from.” Clover presented to a potential customer who is throwing a divorce party for a friend. “What’s the reason for the divorce?” The customer gave Clover a funny look like she was getting too personal. Clover understood so she explained her reason for the question. “The reason I asked is for inspiration. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay.”

              “Since you put it that way, the bastard had three babies on her,” The customer answered.

              “I’m getting a vision,” Clover said. “I can decorate the cake and have the bride in a sexy wedding dress with a bow and arrow aiming for the naked groom’s crotch and he’s hiding behind his side piece holding three babies.”

              “Perfect! I’ll take it!” The customer cheered.

              “Great! Feel free to browse at the other treats and my office manager Lila will get you all set up.” When Lila and the customer walked off to browse around Clover saw Opal walk in the bakery. “Hi Opal,” Clover greeted and gave her big sister a hug.

              “Hi Clover!” Opal greeted back with a smile. It took Opal a while to get over Wallace humiliating her at Clover and Sharp’s anniversary party and then leaving with Xizzy. Opal hasn’t heard or seen Wallace since. Clover never liked Wallace from the beginning. Not only because of his mistreatment of Opal, but Wallace reminds Clover so much of Kayson. In order to get over Wallace, Opal put her 100% focus on her job and unintentionally she started losing weight. Now she’s stuck between a size sixteen and eighteen. Best of all, Clover and Opal are close again.

              “What brings you here?” Clover asked.

              “Well, I stopped by for lunch and I was hoping you would join me,” Opal said and showed Clover the Popeyes Chicken bag.

              “Thanks! You’re always looking out for me,” Clover’s eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning. Clover loves herself some Popeyes Chicken.

              “What are sisters for?” Opal rhetorically asked and followed Clover into her office and the sisters sat down to eat their meal. “How’s business?”

              “Great,” Clover answered and began to eat her red beans and rice.

              “How’s Calista and Bray enjoying their honeymoon in Rio de Janerio?” Opal asked as she took another bite out of her drumstick.

              “Having the time of their lives!” Clover answered. “They sent pictures. Have a look.” Clover pulled out her iPhone and gave it to Opal.

              “Aww, how beautiful!” Opal exclaimed with a smile as she looked through the pictures. “I see they’re enjoying their matching tablets I bought them”