I sat on the couch with DJ, watching his favorite cartoons with him. We were waiting for Yo to pick us up to go meet up with Ayanna and Alex for lunch. I hope it goes well, and they don't try to flirt with us again. I really don't understand their relationship, who willingly shares their partner with other people? I sighed and laid back, closing my eyes. I felt DJ's little head lay in between my breasts. I giggled and rubbed his hair. He slapped one of my boobs leaving a small red hand print. I gasped and looked at him. "You hurt mommy...", he smiled, "But doesn't Yo hurt you?" I gave him a confused look, "Why do you think that?" He slowly pointed to the hickeys all over my neck and boobs, I blushed and quickly shook my head, "No. No. Mommy just has a rash...", he nodded and laid on my chest again. We heard Yo honk the horn from outside.
I picked DJ up and walked outside. I felt a stare coming from Yo as I put DJ in his car seat. I buckled him up and got in the passenger seat and kissed her cheek while buckling up. "Stop staring, it's rude...", I giggled. "Not if you know why I'm staring..", she said eyeing my outfit. I sighed and looked out the window, "Stop staring at my boobs, Yo..." Her eyes wouldn't stop staring until I snapped, "Drive, Yo!" She let out a chuckle and started to back out of the driveway. I looked down at my boobs, all of the hickeys she left me. I knew I couldn't ask her a question because DJ was in the car and he knows nothing about stuff like that. I just couldn't help but feel as if Yo only wanted me for my body. When she lived with Devon and I, she complimented my body on numerous occasions. I started to feel insecure. Does she love me? Or my body? Does she love me because of my body? , I kept thinking and thinking. I knew if I asked her it'd start an argument and we just got back together. I'll just ask another time, then. I looked in the back and seen DJ playing on his iPad, preoccupying himself for the half hour drive. "Why'd you snap at me.", I heard Yo say without taking her hands off the wheel. I looked at her and seen a small smirk planted on her face. "I'm waiting for an answer." I gave her the "who the fuck you talking to?" Look, "Excuse me, but I know damn well, you're not talking to me. You aren't that crazy. So when the hell did you grow some balls?", I said knowing that DJ was too busy to hear. She chuckled, "I'll ask again. Why'd you snap? Because I was looking at those big knockers of yours? Everyone knows what my weakness is, so why would you just sit there and stop me from looking?", she spoke. Her voice was a bit too calm like she was planning something. I stared at her for a minute, "Because I don't need you to stare at my chest all the time... I felt insecure. And I feel like I shouldn't have to explain my reasonings to you."
She glanced at me and stopped at a red light, "So you're saying I can't stare at the sexy ass body that I get to fuck every night? I can't look at my girlfriend? Oh, but it'd be a problem if I looked at other girls...", she nodded and continued to drive. After 10 minutes, we arrived at the restaurant and saw them in the parking lot waiting for us. I took DJ out of his car seat and helped him out of the car. "DJ, go over to Ms. Ayanna and tell her your mom and I have to talk for a minute.", DJ nodded and ran to Ayanna."Yo, what the fuck? I'm not letting my baby stay with a couple strangers. Neither of us know them.", I spat. "Would you shut the fuck up and stand there and look pretty? That's what you're best at." I gasped and punched her in the arm, making her flinch. "How come every time we meet up with this fucking couple, you start bullshit with me!? What's been up with you! This isn't the Yo I fell in love with! This isn't the girl I grew up loving... Why do you try to find a way to put me down? Don't you love me? I wanted to try this modeling thing to create more memories with you. Happy memories! You're making me not want to be with you, but DJ loves you! When you left, he would cry and cry, and then he tried to cheer me up. What did I do wrong? Why can't we go back to normal...I want this to work. I want to be with you without drama...I love you.", I looked down. ".....Congratulations, baby.", I heard her say followed by a few claps. I looked and seen Ayanna and Alex also clapping; DJ only clapped to join in. "W-what? Congratulations on what?", I asked confused. "You proved how much you cared for your relationship. We set this whole thing up to see just how strong you two are. Well...we set this one up. That breakup was not part of our plan... But you proved yourself to be good enough to be a model of ours.", Ayanna spoke. ".....I am sooooo confused...", I said as I picked up DJ. "Let me explain. Ayanna came up with a plan where I had to argue with you, just enough to see if you'd snap and break up with me. We wanted to see if you'd put up with it for the sake of DJ and the relationship or if you'd give up. Mariee, you know I'd never want to make you uncomfortable. You're my baby. I'm sorry for staring at your boobs.", Yo said as her eyes went RIGHT BACK DOWN TO MY BOOBS. "...Yolie....", I put DJ down and jumped on her. We started wrestling around and DJ ran over and pretended to be a referee, then he started wrestling with Yo, it was so cute. "Your family is very interesting, Mariee. We wish to have you for our model family. What do you say? We can grab lunch and head back to the studio.", Alex said. I looked at Yo and seen her smile while mouthing "yes". I nodded at Alex and got off of Yo and seen DJ still hitting her with his tiny fists. "I'm the champion!!!",he yelled causing everyone to laugh. After watching them for 5 more minutes, we all went inside and ordered our lunches. No drama. No nothing. Just a regular lunch. Finally.
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My Husband's sister
Storie d'amoreMariee Harris is a "happily" married woman. She's been married for 8 years to her "high school sweetheart" and has a child. You might be wondering, "why the quotations?" well it's mainly because Mariee isn't what she seems. She's not actually happil...