The Quiet Sister✔️

17. Sister Bonding Time

One of his other freaks of the week was Davina Andrews. Cute lil honey that was bi-racial, about as light as him, and was a super freak.

Tall and thick, built like Megan Thee Stallion, with long curly blonde hair and blue-green eyes like the ocean. She was twenty years old, a junior, majoring in elementary education, on the Sugar Bears dance squad, and gave the best head in his life.

And then she was athletic and liked to do acrobatics on his dick. All he could do was lay there and enjoy it. And she was not like Venetia who wanted to be his girlfriend. All she wanted was sex, like him. It was a win-win situation.

"You have good dick," she said, afterward when they lay in her queen-sized bed in her apartment right off campus.

"You almost broke it, girl, you are a little too rough." He rubbed his sore dick. "It's not a toy you play with."

"Hell, it's better than a toy."

"You're my type of chick. " He kissed her and then scooted out of the bed. "Let me leave before you try to pounce on me again."

"Yo sexy ass." She grinned, watching him as he dressed. "CJ when you blow up, don't forget about me. I dance...I can do some things on stage."

"Yeah?" He could envision her on stage doing those splits. Maybe twerking that ass. The fact that she was so light-skinned, she could have the white guys and the Black guys going crazy over her. "I might remember that. Let me get some shine on me first."

After he left her place, he went home, showered, changed, and went to grab a bite to eat but there was nothing in his fridge but leftovers from days ago from the last time he cooked. He did not want to eat that and he did not know if he would ever eat that. He emptied the containers and loaded the empties in the dishwasher. He looked in his cupboard for cereal or something and saw nothing.

He grabbed his phone thinking he would call UberEats or something just as his phone rang.

"Hey, little bro!"

It was Tennille Facetiming him.

"Hey, sis."

"What you doing? I'm in town and I want to hang."

"With me? Where's No?"

"I don't know, said she was up in St. Louis visiting some friends. What friends does she have? I thought I was her only friend," Tennille went on in her loud, brazen voice. "Anyhoo, I thought I would check on my new bestie. My only brother. Figure we need some bonding time since you're trying to be the next Kelly superstar like me."

He liked Tennille's energy. She always said what the fuck she wanted to say, and most times it was over the top...the other times, it simply made no sense.

"Sure," he said to her. "Are you hungry? I am. Let's find something to eat."

"Boy after all this on-the-road food, I want some real food. My ass needs to go on a diet, it's getting fat."

"I'll cook then," he said. "You're at the house?"

"Studio. Come and get me and then we can do this."

He drove to Da Factory Hitz and Tennille met him downstairs in the lobby. She looked like she was Beyonce or Rihanna with big sunglasses on her face, a big floppy hat covering her long, dark brown weave, a curve-fitting body suit, and six-inch heels. She looked as if she was about to take the stage instead of having dinner.

Tennille looked more like the twins with their dark brown skin and big brown eyes. Except Tennille was taller, about five-six, and was curvy in the body. She was a great dancer, he watched many of her shows. She once told him she used to be a stripper and it ruined strippers for him. However, he did not want to imagine his sister dancing for men on stage.