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Sisterly Love: Love Hurts 1 (A short story)

Updated: Mar 3, 2020

Description: While Jaylynn is visiting her sister Mya and her philandering ex NBA star husband Lance’s estate, the envious sister wants to see more than just the sites. Mya is living the life that Jaylynn has only dreamed of living, and Lance might be just the fool to give it to her.

Disclaimer: *contains strong language and explicit sex*

As an author, I am in many reader and book club groups on social media. Today, I was challenged by the EyeCU Reading bookclub to write a short story. Now, I haven’t written a short story since college, which is probably longer than some of you may have been alive, but I accepted the challenge.

Admittedly, I am not a fast writer. It takes me longer than most readers like to publish a book, and longer than I would like to finish writing one. That being said, I was excited about this challenge, and I surprised myself by finishing it in a matter of hours. I titled it “Sisterly Love: Love Hurts 1” because, “Love Hurts” has become a featured tagline of mine and I’m thinking about publishing a series of short stories in the near future. Hence, the #1.

Without further ado, I hope you’ll enjoy this short story.

Sisterly Love: Love Hurts 1

I admired my sparkling neck and ears in the venetian-style mirror hanging above the dresser with a Cheshire cat’s grin. The jewels adorning them probably cost more than everything I owned combined, and I bet my older sister hadn’t worn any of them more than once.

“What are you doing?” Lance’s baritone questioned behind me.

“Oh my God!” I turned with a start. My hand clutching one scantily clad breast in surprise. “I thought you went with Mya and the girls to her best friend’s wedding.” I lied.

His brow raised suspiciously as he stood at the threshold between the bathroom and the connecting master with a towel tied around his waist. My eyes drank every droplet of water on his glistening chest before coyly fixing on his cautious, but chiseled face. My sister had all the luck. A rich husband fresh out of the NBA, two beautiful kids, and anything her heart desired with the simple swipe of an Amex. My life was about to get an instant upgrade too if everything went my way.

“Nah. I’m playing in a charity ballgame tonight, so I couldn’t go. I thought you left to go back to Miami already.”

I shrugged, posturing so the nipples on my perky double D’s in the spaghetti strapped half shirt struggling to harness them, could only be missed by a blind man.

“I was. But I decided to stay a couple more days. My friend invited me to go to a party with her at T.I.’s house. You know I gotta go to that. I was just looking through Mya’s jewelry for something to wear with my outfit. She won’t mind. Sisters share.”

His brawny arms folded across his pecks as he approached me with a swagger that made my peach drizzle. The flimsy fabric of my cotton boy shorts drew tautly around my thighs, displaying my camel toe center stage and allowing my ass cheeks visibility from the front. His manhood tenting beneath the towel let me know I had his full attention.

“Well, I don’t think she meant to share those. Those pieces aren’t even supposed to be out of the safe. Where did you get them from?”

“Right here on the dresser. I think she was going to bring them to wear to the wedding, but she must have changed her mind. What? You don’t trust me to keep them safe?”

He smirked, reaching around me and pulling out the top dresser drawer, gesturing towards the numerous earrings, necklaces and bracelets inside.

“I think this, and all the other drawers is where she keeps her costume jewelry. I would be more comfortable if you wore those, and let me put these, back in the safe.”

“Aww. But they’re sooo pretty and they would go perfectly with this silver dress I just bought. I promise I’ll take good care of them. Pleeeease,” I begged with a pouty bounce that nearly heaved my mounds completely out my shirt.

“Jaylynn. No. Take ‘em off.”

I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, sweeping my shoulder length coils over one shoulder with a salacious glance at him over the other.

“Can you at least help me take it off then? This fancy clasp was hard enough to get on, now you want me to take it off. It’s only fair that you do it for me.”

He began to undo it without a word, and I made sure to poke my fatty out so that his towel clad muscle would feel it. Mya told me they hadn’t had sex in almost three months and I knew the sight and feel of my cosmetically sculpted assets would remind him of how much he missed being inside something warm. His eyes followed me like a haunted wall painting every time I crossed his path, and today I was wearing far less than he’d ever seen me in.

I came to Atlanta the weekend before to help my sister turn up for her birthday and planned to stay a few extra days to take in the city. I hadn’t seen my Mya or my five-year-old nieces in almost three years, but now that the family relocated from the west coast to the ATL, they were just an eight-hour drive or a two-hour flight away instead of five grueling hours to Cali.  It’s way less expensive to travel too.

When Lance was in the NBA, Mya stayed crying and arguing with him over the revolving door of groupies she found out about or caught him with. He retired four years ago because of a career ending injury and finally married my sister, the mother of his kids, two years ago. Mya was pregnant with their third child around Christmas but lost it in her fifth month.

Devastated and depressed, she holed away in their bedroom for weeks, seldom bathing, eating or doing much more than sleeping. It took my mom flying up to help with the kids for a couple of months and frequent visits to a psychiatrist for her to shake it off. She was convinced Lance was back to sleeping around with the hoes he kept on standby instead of being supportive too. But she couldn’t prove it. There was a cheating clause in their prenup that would allow her to walk away with half of his assets plus child support in a divorce, and if Lance was cheating again, he was clever enough to cover his tracks.

Still, he conceded to Mya’s demand to move across country after he came in from a late night to an empty house and his clothes aflame on the backyard grill of their Brentwood home. Atlanta was supposed to be their fresh start, but Mya confided in me this week that she didn’t want that anymore. Her broken heart had disintegrated somewhere along the way, and she no longer felt the love she once had for him.

The problem was, divorcing him before the 10-year mark would only leave her with a third of the 20 million she would profit afterwards. So, she resigned herself to mommy duties and superficial performances of her wifey duties. All while withholding sex.

Already tired of waiting for him to make a move, I reached a hand back and stroked his bulging package through the thick cloth it strained against. Caught off guard, he stopped fumbling with the clasp and stepped back.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“What you’ve been wanting me to do since I got here,” I answered, taking my bottom lip between my teeth and holding his gaze seductively. “I see how you look at me when Mya’s not paying attention. And I like it.”

He palmed his face with a sigh, then ran it down his chin. “Jaylynn. We can’t do this.”

“Why not? She’s going to be gone for hours. It’s not like you haven’t cheated on her before. What’s one more time going to hurt? I won’t tell if you don’t.”

He scanned me from head to toe in contemplation. “Hmph. That’s what they all say. I can—”

I closed the gap between us, pressing my breasts to his dampened chest and placed a finger to his lips.

“I’m not them. Mya’s my sister. I would have as much to lose if she found out about us as you would. My mother would probably kill me herself. But I’m willing to risk it for just one taste. One feel, of your dick inside of me,” I tittered, standing on my tippy toes to replace my finger with my lips.

He didn’t even try to resist a little bit. His tongue was in my mouth entwined with mine in seconds. The towel around his waist fled to the floor as he forcefully backed me up against the dresser with his large hands palming my ass.

“Wait. Wait,” I protested, placing my hand on his chest.

“What? You’re the one who wanted this,” he nearly whined.

I smiled coquettishly, grabbing his left hand and knocking his right down from obstructing my mobility.

“And I still do. I just don’t want to do it in here. It’s bad enough I’m about to have sex in my sister’s house with my sister’s husband. I don’t want to do it in her bed too.”

He followed without resistance. All 10 inches of his girth swinging between his legs as we strode into the guest bedroom adjacent their master. Once inside, I wasted no time getting down on my knees and taking him into my mouth. How Mya managed to voluntarily avoid his magic stick, I don’t know. I’d sucked and fucked men with smaller penises at the strip club for way less than the luxurious life Lance was providing for her. I would gladly ride this pretty dick into slumber every night if that was all I had to do to keep him happy.

While my lips worked their magic, I worked my top and boy shorts off without missing a beat. Lance pile drove the back of my throat until I felt it swelling to the point of orgasm and stood up.

“Uh uh. I didn’t do all that for you to bust before I get to feel you inside this wet pussy,” I told him laying back on the bed and placing one finger inside my wet box with my legs spread.

His eyes glistened with excitement, and for a moment, I thought he was going to dip his head down and lay his tongue on my engorged clit, but he didn’t. Just like most cheating ass men, he was only concerned about his own pleasure. He mounted me so fast I barely got enough time to pull my delicate little finger out before his shaft was thrusting deep inside my pink walls.

I yelped with delight as he thrust in and out of my sopping core, trading him push for shove as he grunt and panted above me like a powerful steed. One hand passionately gripped my throat while he steadied me with the other hand on my thigh causing me to cry out in ecstasy as I came closer and closer to climaxing.

“Yeeees Lance! Yeeees baby!”

Minutes later, we both exploded with an eruption of cries and orgasms as he pulled out in a rush, wasting his warm seeds onto my thighs and stomach. I lay there, watching him stand before me with sweat dripping from his brow as the aftershocks from my pleasure continued to ripple through me. I loved sex. If I didn’t have bills to pay, I would do it for free sometimes.

“Alright so, this is just between me and you right?” He clarified as he moved from between my legs.

“I told you I wouldn’t say anything,” I chuckled. Amused that his first instinct was to cover his ass.

“Okay. Alright. Well, I have to go take another shower and get ready to leave. Do you still need help getting that necklace off?”

I pressed my lips together tightly and rolled my eyes.

“No. I’ll take them off myself and put them back on her dresser.”

“Alright. Well, let me go hit that shower.” He leaned down, imparting an awkward kiss on my forehead and leaving me to my own devices.

Smirking devilishly, I looked towards the dresser and eyed the flashing red light on the little black box resting atop the equally black cable box. The ringtone on my cellular chimed on the bedside table, and I chipperly reached over to answer it.


“I can’t believe he didn’t even use a condom.”

I took offense. “I’m clean.”

“That’s not the point. If he’s out here screwing you without a condom, he probably hasn’t used them with other women either,” Mya fumed. “Dirty dick bastard.”

“He better not be. I’m going to the clinic on Monday just to be safe, and you’re paying for it.”

“Please. That wire for $100,000 will be in your account by then. You can pay for your own clinic visits.”

“Whatever. How much of it did you see.”

“All of it. It started recording as soon as there was motion in the room. All the way until his stupid ass walked out. You certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself,” she snorted.

I was. I wasn’t going to confirm that with Mya though. I knew she was on the verge of blowing a gasket after seeing her husband taking me down like he did, even if she did set him up to do it.

“Anyway, let me get back in here to the reception. I’m about to send that video over to my lawyer and celebrate with all the drinks I can manage.”

“Okay sis. I’m sorry he took the bait. But you’re about to be rich bey-otch!” I screeched jovially.

“Shhhhh! Wit’ your loud ass. Call me when you make it back to Miami,” she giggled.

“I will. Love you.”

“I love you too.”


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