Page 17 of Ghetto Heartstrings

Marley stood on the outside of the restroom door lightly knocking from the other side. “You okay in there?” she asked her friend, concerned.

Marley looked in her friend’s eyes. “What happen? Was it Perfect?”

“You’re right, would you like me to come keep you company or cook for you?” she asked.

After boring herself to death, she found herself being more frustrated because on top of that, she was horny as fuck, and it seemed like she hadn’t had any dick in forever.

Hell, she even thought about calling that Olivia bitch to come give her some of that fire ass head she had but had to think about it twice.

Although she was hurt by Perfect, she still felt she owed loyalty to him.

Is that considered cheating? she thought to herself.

Picking up the house phone since she turned her cellphone off, she called Kema. “If I let a bitch give me some head, is that considered cheating?” she asked as soon as Kema picked up.

“Nope, I do it every other day Bih,” Kema replied.

“I don’t know why I asked her,” Brook’Lynn mumbled before hanging up. She called Yaya next and asked her the same question.

“Nah, ain’t nothing wrong with getting that pussy treated time to time, fuck all that other shit… a bitch supposed to be in a drought? Bitch, you’ll have pussy cobwebs and dust bumps waiting on these niggas,” Yaya said.

“You know what?” Brook’Lynn giggled. “I don’t know why I called your ass either.” She hung up on her.

She held the phone in her hand and wondered if she should call Marley or not. It didn’t take long before her fingers were punching her number, asking her the same question she’d previously asked her other friends.

“Well, Brook’Lynn, if you have to second guess or ask about it, then maybe it’s not something you should be doing,” Marley replied.

She was glad she called Marley because she seemed to be the only levelheaded one. “Thanks girl,” she said before hanging up.

With no other option, she walked into her master bedroom and reached to the top of her closet, locating her play box with all her toys inside of it until she found the vibrator she was looking for.

Behind a few other shoeboxes, she also searched another box for her Keel soft dildo because if she couldn’t get any dick, then she was about to fuck the shit out of her damn self.

Her eyes grew wide when she opened the box and her shit wasn’t there; instead, she was greeted with a note from Perfect:

When I said you better not ever let no other dick wax my pussy, I was talking about this weak shit too. Hold that pussy on ice til I get back. Love you, Brook.

“Shit!” She closed the lid down in frustration… mad at him and all, she had to laugh at the fact that he went out his entire way to find her stash.

Five minutes later, she was on her back with her legs spread wide open with her own juices oozing from her silky slit opening, causing a small wet spot on her sheets.

She placed two fingers on her clit and gently rotated them in a circular motion, as she bit her bottom lip and used the other hand to lightly brush her fingers over her nipples since she didn’t want to pull on them.

They were somewhat sore, and she guessed it was from the pregnancy.

With her eyes closed, she imagined Perfect in between her legs feasting on her sweetness, as she pumped her hips while feeling herself coming to a quick climax, picking up the speed.

“Ohhh shittt!” she moaned, feeling her body heat up with an electric wave coming over her body.

That was it; she felt the contraction in her clit as her walls gushed with her juices.

“Dammmnn,” she panted, trying to catch her breath.

Satisfied for the moment, she rolled over and went to sleep until she was awoken in the middle of the night.

“Brook’Lynn!” Marley panicked. “I need you, come to Wise’s house right now! Please!”

Brook’Lynn didn’t know what was going on, but she immediately hopped out of her sleep, wondering what the fuck she was doing at Wise house. She knew they were dating, but she didn’t know it was going to be all of this because Wise didn’t let bitches in his house.

“Are you okay?!” she asked, searching for a fleece suit and some sneakers.

She looked down in between her legs wondering why she was so sticky, until she remembered her little freak session earlier.

Running in the bathroom, she grabbed a washrag and lathered it up with some Summer’s Eve wash before taking a quick hoe bath.

“I am, but I need you to meet me here; just hurry up.”

Twenty minutes later, she was walking up Wise’s driveway and knocking on the door.

Marley greeted her wearing a big-oversized shirt and some boxers.

Her hair was hanging, and she took off her contacts and was wearing a cute little pair of Chanel frame reading glasses.

Brook’Lynn made her way inside, ready to fuck Wise up if he did something to her friend.

“What did Wise do? It’s 4 in the morning and it better be a good reason why I’m here,” Brook’Lynn fussed, dropping her shit on the couch.

Marley locked the door and fidgeted with her thumbs. “He didn’t do anything Brook’Lynn, well… besides the fact that he’s been missing since earlier. He left me here to get food, and he didn’t make it back, nor is he answering my calls.”

Brook’Lynn snapped her head back in Marley’s direction quick as hell. “This what you called me over here for?! Cause a nigga ain’t came home? I thought it was something major!” she fussed, feeling pissed off.

Marley sucked her teeth. “You didn’t let me finish Brook’Lynn.” She shook her head and walked over to some paperwork she had sitting on the table. “I knew I had to call you in a panic to get you to come.”

“Marley… I’m not in the mood, you have two seconds.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Marley shifted through the paperwork while talking. “Well, Wise has been missing, as I said, so me being me, I started going through his belongings.”

“Why?” Brook’Lynn frowned. “You crazy?”

“No.” Marley shrugged. “But, I’m glad I did.”

Brook’Lynn was getting suspicious now. “What the hell are you over there looking at?”

Marley finally looked up and asked her friend. “What did you say your daddy’s name was?”

“Brody Watson… what the fuck is going on Marley?” She felt her heart rate pick up; she hoped nothing happened to the man.

Marley walked over to Brook’Lynn and told her to sit down.

“Why?” she asked. “Just tell me what the deal is… what’s with all this CSI shit?”

Marley shrugged. “Look at this.” She finally gave her a birth certificate.

Brook’Lynn looked down in confusion, scanning over the birth certificate for Byron Watson, better known to her as Wise.

Although she knew his first name, she never knew his last, and now she realized exactly why Marley was acting so funny.

Right in the location where the father’s name was to be listed said big as day, Brody Byron Watson.

She dropped the birth certificate and looked up at her friend. “No way, Marley. I know you ain’t trying to tell me that the ‘Brody Watson’ on that birth certificate is my daddy.”

Marley picked the certificate up off the floor. “Well here, don’t be so quick to say no. I mean, it is possible, you did say that the man told you that you weren’t his only child. Look at the date of birth; is this your daddy’s date of birth? He was born in Atlanta, Georgia, right?”

Brook’Lynn felt herself shaking as she stared without another word.

If what she was reading was correct, Wise was definitely her big brother, and if her own brother had been right up under her nose without either one of them knowing about it, then that was fucked up and was definitely a fucked-up feeling.

The keys jiggling at the front door could be heard, which gave them the heads up that Wise was walking through the door.

The look on his face was suspect when he walked in the wee hours of the morning to find Brook’Lynn on his couch holding his birth certificate.

He didn’t know if the look on her face was because she wanted to laugh or cry, but he damn sure wanted to know why she had his shit.

Marley cleared her throat, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

She was so nervous that he’d be mad about her going through his shit that she wasn’t even mad anymore about him being missing.

She just needed to get the fuck out of view, so that’s what she did before the questions started rolling in.

“I’m going to go to the back and let you two talk,” she said, rushing away.

Wise was still stuck on Brook’Lynn, although he peeped Marley acting funny and shit.

He was more concerned about Brook’Lynn. “So, what’s up?

Is it a reason you in my house this time of morning and holding my birth certificate?

I’m not even gonna ask how you got it, but I’m sure my little nerd in there has something to do with it, since she’s acting all funny and shit.

I’m glad I ain’t did no crimes in front of her ass; a nigga would go to jail,” he said with the smell of Remy rolling off his breath.

The fact that he referred to Marley as a ‘little nerd’ was amusing to her. If only he knew that ‘little nerd’ could turn into a ‘little Harley Quinn’ in a minute; she had no problem laying a nigga down, no matter how lame she was in real life.

Finally acknowledging him, she looked at him good, real good.

Wise was growing impatient, as he removed his Cuban link from around his neck and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. “Brook’Lynn, a nigga is tired as fuck right now. You gotta say something cause you making me feel some type of way; shit ain’t cool ma.”