(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 47: Come & Police Lineup

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

April 14, 1993

~Tia's P.O.V~

"I gotta pee! Stawwwppp!" I whined out.

I squeezed my legs together tight in order to hold back using it on myself. That is the worst thing about getting tickled. My bladder already isn't the greatest. Donald moved his leg in between mines, knowing that it was torturous for my bladder.

"You piss and imma call you Pissy Pussy for as long as I'm around." De said, continuing to tickle me

"Do-DoON-DONALD, LEMME 'LONE!" I tried to break loose.

"DONALD, LEMME 'LONE!" He mocked me in an attempt to sound like a woman, but his deep voice won't allow him to do that. That made me laugh even harder.

"What the hell..." I heard my brother say. When I looked up he was in the doorway. Donald and I turned around in sync. He had this look in his eyes. A look that says it all.

"This ain't what you think it is. Don't overthink it." I finally spoke up after a stare session.

"I know it ain't what it look like, y'all fully dressed, but it ain't what it sounded like. THANK GOD. I came up here and it sounded like you was murdering my sister. I'm not one of them dude- dudes but I was ready." Yasir's left hand came into view and it had a gun in it. I saw him click the safety switch. "Then I come up in here and he's tickling you... In the shower. That still don't sound right though."

My eyes widened. "No!" I quickly sat up shaking my head at Yasir. "He's not doing me any harm." I knew Donald didn't look fazed by his gun though.

"What you was screamin' so loud for then?" Yasir asked me. "Most importantly, why y'all playin' in the shower? That look off as hell." Yasir squinted at us.

"Plenty of reasons, my hair being  one, this man got it wet, and the tickling and whatnot. We started in the room but it just ended up in the shower." That does not sound right, but there's no other way to put it.

"That sounds even worse." Donald said to me, as I got up to turn off the water. "The way you worded it, I mean." He says.

"It sound trifling." My brother shook his head with a disgusted expression.

I shivered from the air hitting my wet body. "It was the only way my brain came up with something at the moment. Why'd you have the water so cold?" I asked Donald.

"I turned the knob and the water came on, I didn't pay attention to what knob." He shrugged and stood up, covering the front of his pants.

"Well, you should get up out them wet clothes in YOUR OWN ROOM." Yasir said to me. "You do whatever, ion care. You can get sick of you want, but my sista, nawww." He told Donald.

"Damn nigga, that was kinda harsh." Donald chuckled at Yasir.

"Why would I change in here anyways? Stop playin' with me dude. YOU KNOW I'm not THAT woman. How'd you even get in? Why didn't the they notify me that you were here?" I said wringing out my shirt.

"I got in from the front door." He said smartly. "But for real, they know I'm your brother and they know me so I just told them to let mw through. AND I'm not saying you are THAT type of woman. Dudes can know that too but coax you into being THAT type of girl. I'm just making it known to the both of y'all that ain't gon' be no hanky panky 'round here. That my sister and I know a lot of people like you back home and everywhere. My sister ain't THAT girl." Yasir said to Donald.