The Quiet Sister✔️

2. Baby Brother

CJ POV

It was nice being a pretty boy.

He could have all the freaks he wanted. Girls came on to him and offered him whatever he wanted. He had his way with them and left them just as quickly.

Smash and dash.

His current smash was Venetia McKenzie, a fine as fuck sophomore at Missouri State University. He fucked with her last year, and she was the first chick to call him up on the first day of classes to hang out at her dorm.

He knew what she wanted, so he made sure he brought plenty of condoms. She stayed in the residence called nicknamed Freddy, short for Freudenberger House, and had a roommate, but she was gone even though it was the middle of the day.

Under the sheets, he had Venetia's legs wide open drilling into her as she held in her screams of pleasure. She was a little thing, not even five feet tall and not a hundred pounds. Next to his six feet height, that shit was sexy to him.

"Oh my God CJ! I love you!" she screamed out.

Now she was tripping. He just wanted to bust his nut and keep it moving. No time for feelings or emotions. He was not trying to get trapped by some girl. Love and all that whatnot.

Not for him.

"You love this dick, that's all," he said, continuing to blow the back out of her walls.

"No CJ, I love you!"

The shit she was saying was going to make him lose his hard-on. He quickly power drove in her, making himself come quicker than he liked. Once he orgasmed, he pulled out and sat up in her bed.

"Your roommate coming back soon?" he asked her, rolling off the condom.

"No." Venetia scooted her naked body next to his, putting her arm around his shoulders and kissing his neck. "Want to go again?"

"No," he simply stated.

"Want to sleep over? My roommate would not care."

"Can't." He trashed the condom, grabbed a towel she had nearby, and wiped himself. He checked himself out in her full-length mirror, admiring his fit body. Six pack abs on his pale yellow skin, a few hairs leading down to his manhood, which was a nice size if he said so himself. He grinned at himself, checking out his blemish-free face, his almond-shaped eyes, and his thick lips.

Best of both cultures. His Japanese mother and his African-American father. Head full of thick, black curls on his head he kept short on the sides and longer at the top. Looking at him he looked Asian more than Black but he only identified with Black.

"CJ!" Venetia said with a whining voice as he started to get dressed.

This was why she would never be his girl. That whiny voice. That desperation. He loathed girls like that.

"I have a class later, I need to go," he lied so easily. He had no class. He had two early classes and he was done for the day. He might find another honey for later in the day, but for now, he needed a rest. "Call me later in the week, we can hook up again. A'ight?"

"Sure." Venetia's face drooped a bit as she stared down at her bare feet, while her shoulder-length curly hair made a big halo around her head. Pretty girl, beautiful even, and nice wet pussy, that's all he wanted about.

He walked over and kissed her. "Don't give that good pussy away to nobody else, a'ight? That's mine."

Then he rolled out. He jumped into his beaten-up Range Rover he had for the last three years. The one and only gift his loser father ever gave him that meant something. That dude named Christopher, who he has named after, gifted it to him six months after his high school graduation as an afterthought.