Sharing is Not Caring

Part 1

Sharing is Not Caring

   Twenty-six year old Isis lay on the floor in her bedroom on her stomach as twenty- three year old Shaundell lay on top of her, pounding her goodies. They usually did it in the bed but Isis is married. So to prevent her husband, Melvin, from becoming suspicious about her washing the bed sheets so often, they started getting busy on the floor.

   Shaundell kissed her caramel skinned neck and back as he steadily stroked her. Upon reaching an orgasm, he dug deeper. Once it was over, he showered in Isis's master bathroom, put his clothes back on, & exited the bedroom without saying a word to her.

   Shaundell enjoyed sex with Isis but he had to play hard with her because she is his stepmother. She has been married to his forty-eight year old father, Melvin, for four years.

   Isis had dated Melvin since she was eighteen years old. She married her sugar daddy when she was twenty-one. She was very satisfied with her marriage at first but in the last couple of years things had changed. Melvin had gotten older and is not as energetic as he once was. He had gained thirty-five pounds, his sex drive had diminished, and when he's not at work, he's asleep.

   The changes in Melvin had transformed Isis from the spoiled, sexy, young, happy, tenderonie she once was to a bored, lonely, sexually-depraved, desperate housewife. So when Shaundell was released from prison and came to stay with her and his father, her attraction quickly turned to him. He was a tall, slim, handsome, brown-skinned, slightly muscular, stud with a big dick that he knew how to use to perfection.    

   Shaundell wasn't the only guess at Melvin & Isis's house. Isis's sixteen year old, mixed niece, Kawanis, had come to spend the summer with her favorite aunt.

   Shaundell liked Kawanis. She is sexy, sassy, thin, has long, wavy hair, and her beauty is unmatched. He had watched her for a while. She always wore tank tops that revealed her naval. He would get an erection at the mere thought of her. He had to have her. He kept trying until she finally decided to be his girl.

   Kawanis was just like Melvin; she knew nothing about Shaundell and Isis's freaky affair.

Melvin was aware of Shaundell's crush on Kawanis but Isis knew nothing of it.

   One night Isis left her bedroom as Melvin slept.     She was headed to the kitchen to get a drink of water. As she passed Kawanis's bedroom, she witnessed a sight that caused her to stop dead in her tracks. Kawanis was lying on her back at the edge of the bed as Shaundell lay bewteen her legs with his face buried between her thighs. He had her legs pushed upward and she clinched the sheets as he stroked her clit with his moist tongue. They continued their sexcapade, not even noticing that Isis was standing in the doorway, watching.

   Isis's heart fell into her stomach. She was madly in love with Shaundell. And there he was- licking her favorite niece like a lollipop.

   The next morning at breakfast, Isis, Melvin, Shaundell, & Kawanis all sat at the kitchen table. Melvin, Shaundell, and Kawanis laughed and chattered but Isis sat quietly. She barely touched her morning meal. She was hurt and angry and the special attention Shaundell was giving Kawanis didn't make her feel any better. He sat across from Kawanis and blew kisses at her each time she looked at him.

   After finishing his breakfast, Melvin left the table and headed to work. Shaundell left with him.

   "I love you," Shaundell whispered to Kawanis as he left the kitchen.

   Isis and Kawanis sat alone at the table. As Kawanis ate, Isis gave her a cold, blank stare. Kawanis continued eating, pretending not to notice. Kawanis got up from the table, collected the dishes, and placed them in the sink.

   As Kawanis kneeled to put the dishes in the dishwasher, she heard glass shattering. Surprised, Kawanis stood and looked around. Isis had thrown a plate across the room with the intentions of it hitting Kawanis. But luckily when Kawanis kneeled, the plate missed her and hit the wall, shattering on the floor.

   Isis stood from the table and walked towards Kawanis. As Isis stepped forward, Kawanis stepped backward. Their movement stopped when Kawanis's back touched the refrigerator.

  "Listen, you little, red bitch," Isis said. "Stay the fuck away from my man."

  "Girl, please," Kawanis replied. "Don't nobody want ole fat, washed up, greasy ass Melvin but you. He's all yours. The fuck?"

  "I'm not talking about Melvin!" Isis shouted. "I'm talking about Shaundell."

  Kawanis stood there quietly, so shocked that she was unable to speak.

  "He's mine, Isis continued. "I bounce my ass on his pole and throw it back for him better than your lil, dumb, rookie ass ever could. I swallow his dick like no other. He's mine," she repeated. "From every strand of hair under his chin to the strands around his balls."

  "You would know about the hair around his balls, wouldn't you? Considering the fact that you've been sucking on them," Kawanis snapped.

  "Listen, Bitch," Isis said. "Stay in a little girl's lane and stop trying to compete in a grown woman's game. Now pack your shit and get the hell out of my house!"

  Kawanis walked away from her aunt.
  "This is Melvin's house," said Kawanis. "And I'm not going no damn where."

Kawanis winked her eye at Isis and left the kitchen.

TO BE CONTINUED..........