No More Games

Where It All Began (6/6)

As soon as we got into his house, Michael shut the front door and immediately pinned me right against it. He began kissing me feverishly as his hand slipped under my dress.

I started moaning as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his torso.

"I'm gonna make you scream and cum all over this house." He muttered as he planted light kisses on my neck. "I'm taking y-"

"Umm..." A voice other than mine and Michael's spoke.

My jaw dropped and I quickly hopped off of Michael once I saw over his shoulder who spoke and was standing off in the distance.

Michael whipped his head around after my reaction. His eyes grew out of his head, "Janet!?" as he fixed himself. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He said in shock.

Meanwhile I'm standing here trying to slowly adjust my clothes and fix my hair as Janet Jackson herself, gave me the once-over.

This is some shit.

"What do you mean "What am I doing here?". I always come over." She furrowed her brow at him. "I have a key. You forgot, big bro?"

Michael smacked his forehead and did this nervous laugh. "Janet, it's one in the morning right now. Why are you here?"

She started walking towards us and my heart was beating a gazillion times faster with each step she took. "Well, I was going to call you but I figured you were asleep-" She playfully bumped past Michael and reached her hand out to me with a genuine smile. "Hi, I'm Michael's sister, Janet." I shook her hand and for some reason, words wouldn't come out of my mouth. "There's no need to feel embarrased or anything," she said with sweetness in her voice. "I didn't think Michael would come home with guests. " She giggled and I smiled back. "What's your na-"

Michael cuts her off, obviously annoyed that his sister has ruined his whole mood. "Jan, can you please just tell me why you're here right now so we can all go about our business? Did you stop by to grab something? I mean..." Michael motioned his hands for her to start talking and Janet rolled her eyes.

This is awkward as fuck.

"I came to pick up a few of my stuff I left in the guest room." She held up the big bag in her hand for proof. "I'm leaving for Dubai at 10:00 a.m, and I really needed some of these things."

Michael sighed while rubbing his forehead. "Ok, cool but you could've at least called me and gave me a heads up though."

"I'm sorry, Mike. You're right, I should've called."

I'm still standing here not knowing if I should fan out cause I was inches away from Janet Jackson or if I should run out the door cause Janet Jackson just saw me getting nasty with her brother.

Michael finally looked at me and realized I was standing here nervous as hell. "Oh gee," he slapped his forehaed like a cute kid. "Sasha, this is my sister Janet and Janet this is Sasha." He introduced us the proper way. "I almost forgot to introduce you."

"Hi," I finally mustered up. "Nice to meet you." I smiled at her then frowned. "I am so sorry about all of-"

"No," she shook her head. "I should be the one apologizing. You two are adults doing what adults do and I should've called Michael to let him know I was stopping by. Especially at this time."

I felt so relieved of how understanding she was.

We did small talk as Michael impatiently stood against the wall, tapping his foot like a child who's waiting for their mom to stop talking to her adult friends after church, when all he wants to do is leave and go home.