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She should have felt it. As soon as she opened her eyes and dragged herself out of bed. If not then, while she prayed and tended to her alter. If not then, while she washed up and ate a quick breakfast. And if not then, while she opened up shop, despite the rare but heavy downpour that’d started, and that didn’t leave her anticipating many – if any – visitors. She shoulda’ felt that something was….off – something in the air that would make an ordinary Tuesday, unordinary. But she hadn’t.

She blamed it on her mood, on the nasty attitude she’d been tryin’, and failin’, to shake. It’d overtaken her senses. The persistent thrum of irritation buzzing under her skin. The annoyance that’d started off twisting low in her stomach, before slitherin’ its way up to her chest where it settled – heavy and uncomfortable. The anger that gripped at her throat – pointed, hot, unrelentin’ like the Mississippi heat. It was all too heavy, and all that heaviness was distractin’. 

Still, she tried to go on like business as usual. 

While rain pounded on the roof, Annie worked. Or she started to, taking some light inventory, and then staring into space as if orders filled themselves. As if enough doing nothing could clear her head, and settle her heart, and allow her to do the sacred work her people trusted her with. Truth was, she hadn’t felt clear – hadn’t felt at peace – in days. And maybe that was her fault. Keeping her thoughts to herself and not speakin’ the words she knew she should be mature enough to express. 

Words she felt she shouldn’t have to express. 

And that’s what really had her swallowin’ down the things that’d be better off spoken. Cause, before, they hadn’t needed words.  Annie and Smoke had put the work in, learned each other inside out – had energies so intertwined they could sense when everything was all good. Could sense when it was the opposite. And all it took was a look, a touch, a twitch of a lip to fill each other out and fix what was goin’ on. Even after he’d left for some years, chasing money she didn’t ask for and running behind a brother that would never sit still, their connection was still there. Hadn’t just disappeared. She could still read him better than any bones she threw. And he could still read her – should still be able to read her. Pick up on her moods. Fix what was wrong. But, Annie guessed to fix what was wrong – one had to notice somethin’ was wrong, and to notice somethin’ was wrong, one had to be around – and these days? His black ass never was. 

Between the Juke, and whateva’ the hell else he and Stack got up to, Annie didn’t see much difference between him being up north versus back here in the Delta. He was never around when he’d run off to Chicago, and he was hardly around now. 

Annie sucked her teeth, just thinkin’ about it. Why should she have to beg for a scrap of his attention after he’d left her? After she’d taken him back despite the pain he’d caused? The pain he was still causing? She wouldn’t do it. Shouldn’t have to do it. Not when he’d talked so much shit ‘bout how he loved her, and was sorry, and was ready ta’ pick up where they left off. It had all sounded good, but words anit mean nothin’ when the only time he cared to be around was when he was sleepin’. 

She was confused, and angry, and hurt, and neglected, and horny and it was fuckin’ wit her mojo. She was love and light, and he was bringin’ storm clouds.

Annie shook her head at herself, laughing, completely unamused. “Who else but the great Elijah Moore to get me outta character?” He made her sick. An’ she wanted him to fix it. 

A pounding, heavy like the rain, but louder and harsher on her ears, startled Annie out of her thoughts, and she jumped a little, head turning towards her door. The wood threatened to cave in, somebody was kockin’ so hard. 

“Now just who in the hell–?”

“Annie! Girl, open this do’. A nigga ‘bouta drown out here!” 

Her big brown eyes were rolling before Stack even finished speaking. This anit the Moore she’d asked for. Still, she padded across the room to answer, save he actually break her door down and she have to cut him as a result. She swung the door open, just as Stack, who stood protected from the rain on her porch, had raised his hand to ‘knock’ again. 

“You done lost yo mind bangin’ on my door like that? What’s wrong with you?” 

Stack’s thick lips split into a grin, arm dropping at his side. 

“Now, why you gotta greet a nigga like that Annie? I was just makin’ sure you heard me.” His dimple popped, gold caps glinting. “Now lemme in. It’s nasty out here girl. Hot as hell too.” 

And it was. Just cause it was raining in the Delta, didn’t mean it was cool in the Delta. The heat was still there. Now it was just wet heat – thick and humid and suffocating. Still, Annie didn’t move, crossing her arms under her heavy bosom instead. 

“What chu’ want Stack?”  

His shoulders rose then dropped, lips still curved up. “I was in the area.” 

Annie’s cheek didn’t even twitch. 

Stack wrinkled his nose playfully.

“You so mean sometimes,” he laughed. “Nah, you got me. I’m playin’ errand boy. Smoke sent me to check up on ya’. Figured it was gone start rainin’ and wanted to make sure you was good. Glad my ass left ‘fo it really started coming down.” 

Annie’s cheek twitched at that. But not cause she thought somethin’ was funny. Wasn’t shit funny bout what he’d just said actually. 

“‘Scuse me?” 

The heavy feeling that already sat in her chest grew heavier, distractin’ her and allowing Stack to slide inside, her feet shifting unconsciously to let him by. 

He walked in like he owned the place, eyes flitting over the herbs, and spices, and everything else she had lining the shelves in her shop. He didn’t know if he believed in all that – magic, and spells, and spirits. There was damn sure no magic present when he was growin’ up. No spirits watchin’ over him. No spells to make the bad go away. But shit, maybe it wasn’t like that for everybody – maybe some niggas had somebody on the other side lookin’ out. And maybe he’d had his brother, and his brother’d had him and that was all they’d needed to get through. 

“He sent you to what?” Stack turned around to face her.

“To check on you. Why you looking like that?” 

Annie didn’t know how she was looking. But she could guess. She felt her eyes squint further, like she could make sense of the words Stack was saying. Not that they were hard to comprehend, just that–

“Why he couldn’t bring his ass down here and check on me himself?” 

Stack blinked. Then smirked. 

“He holed up in his lil office, stressin’ bout numbers like always. What, you miss him? Yo man’ll be back tonight girl.” 

Annie laughed. Sharp, decisive, done.

“The hell he will,” Annie started walking, stompin’ really, deeper into the house, leaving the door wide open. “You can take yo’ happy ass right back down to that Juke Joint and tell ‘im I’m just fine. And tell that nigga to get comfortable down there while you at it, cause he anit comin back here. Run that errand.”

She entered her small kitchen, pacing back and forth to work out some of her energy. He’d been coming in after she’d already went to bed, rising before her eyes were open in the morning, and now he couldn’t be bothered to come out and check on her himself? 

Stack didn’t go back to the Juke. Instead, he closed the door, shutting them off from the rain that was coming down harder than before – as if it sensed the river of emotion welling up in Annie – and followed behind her.

“Uh,” his voice paused Annies pacing. She turned her head sharply in his direction, eyebrow arched like she dared him to say somethin’ stupid. “Y’all havin a lil lovers spat or somethin’?” 

“Or somethin’.” Her voice was flat. “I anit in the mood for you or yo brothers shit today. You can let yoself out.” It wasn’t Stack she was mad at. Not really. She loved Stack, not so much as a brother, but more so as an extension of Smoke. There wasn’t one without the other. Elijah wouldn’t be Elijah without Elias, and vice versa, so she’d made space for both men in her life when she committed to being with one. Right now though, she didn’t have space for either of them, especially Stacks childish ass.

“Now hol’ on,” he stepped further into the kitchen, voice light, lips tugging upwards like this was a game. “Why it gotta be all that? Big brotha’ fuckin’ up? What he do? Talk to Stacky Stack.” He pulled out a chair, plopping down and leaning back, spreading his legs wide like he had all the time in the world. Like Annie wasn’t spitting fire at him with her eyes. 

“You think this funny Stack?” She stood directly in front of him, lips twisting up. “You anit bout to come up in here, treating me like I’m a joke, cause you a child stuck in a grown man’s body, and can’t take nothin’ serious. Now I told you to leave.” 

His eyes got comically big, “Who said you was a joke??” 

She’d opened her mouth to respond, stepping forward threateningly, and he quickly cut her off. 

“Annie, swea’ fo’ God, I don’t think you a joke. I know better than that. My bad for playin’.” He raised his hands in surrender, dropping any smirk that’d lingered on his lips. “I just anit know y’all was fighting, is all. Anit like y’all.” 

Annie considered him for a moment, and then sighed, shoulders losing their defensive edge, and feet starting to pace again. 

“We ain’t fightin’,” she mumbled. “He gotta be around for us to fight.” She was talking moreso to herself, finally speaking the words that’d been tumbling ‘round in her brain the last few days. “Maybe I was mistakin’ thinkin’ we could pick up where we left off. Thinkin’  that spark was still there. Maybe things done changed too much. It gotta be that. Been waiting on him all this time, just for him to come back and treat me like this? It anit that much busy in the world.” 

Annie huffed, shaking her head. “Maybe I just need to cut my losses. Go be wit’ somebody that wonna wake up to me in the morning at least.” 

Those last words were spoken out of hurt, just her venting mostly, but Stack sat straight up, eyes narrowing on her with a seriousness that rivaled his brothers. 

“What chu’ mean?” 

Annie paused, blinking, and turning her head to face the younger twin like she’d just remembered he was there. 

He was watching her, posture stiff, muscles tensed in his collared shirt like he didn’t plan to exhale til she answered. 

Annie raised an eyebrow. She knew why he was looking like that, and she doubled down, purely out of spite. 

“I meant what I said. Maybe I needa’ find somebody new. Put all this old shit behind me.” 

There. Let him run back to the Juke and report that to Elijah. 

Stack studied her for a beat and then slowly, much to her amusement, shook his head. Like she’d just asked him for permission to move on. 

“Nah. We ain’t gone go and do that. The nigga been a lil busy – I’ll give you that. I’ll tell him start bringing his ass home earlier, but you know he love you. You anit gon’–”

“I anit gon’ what?” She cut him off, laughing. “Stack, I’ma grown ass woman and I’ma do whatever I please.” 

Her laughter stopped. “Just like he do whatever he please.” The anger that’d been gripping her throat, let go, and the words came pouring out her mouth like lava. “The nigga like a ghost. After leaving me for all these years, he come back, and he like a ghost. Always at that damn Juke Joint, and wherever else he be. Ain’ never got time for me. For the woman that prayed over him every day while he was gone. For the woman that prayed over his brother. 

“No. Its fuck me. And he anit even been doin’ that. So if I wonna be wit’ somebody who actually present – who don’t avoid me like I’m the klan – who wants to be around me, and talk to me, and touch me, I can do that and it anit a thang a Moore on this earth can do about it,” she looked pointedly at Stack. “Any Moore.” 

A boom of thunder rang out, loud, and deep, and damn near shaking the little shack. It was warning them of the storms to come. Warning them that the rain wouldn’t be stopping no time soon, and that the Delta better get ready for a flood.

Neither party in the kitchen flinched at the sound. Their eyes remained locked, Annie’s chest rising and falling in anger, Stack still unmoving, still tense. He broke eye contact first, ‘hmming’ in the back of his throat, eyes darting to the floor before jumping back to hers. He nodded once, like he’d just made a decision, and then sat back in the chair, legs spreading wide again, shoulders dropping in that low easy way of his. He tilted his head back a little, let his eyelids drop slightly.

“C’mere.”  

Annie blinked. 

“Boy what?” His tone had dropped, voice low and thick and sweet – like honey. A tone that probably worked on every other woman in the Delta. Annie just looked at him like he was crazy. 

“You heard me. C’mere.” 

She stayed where she was, arms crossing, and eye brow raising in warning. 

“Boy, if you don’t get up, go on somewhere, an’ stop playin’ wit me. I just told you, this anit a game.” 

“You right, it anit.” He let his eyes roam her lazily, cocking his head a little as he traced over the swell of her chest, the curve of her hips, the softness of her stomach. He let her see that he was looking, even as her eyes narrowed dangerously at his gaze. “It anit a game at all Annie,” he was still talking low. “You plannin’ on gettin’ some random niggas killed, all cause you a lil mad right now and that ain’t right girl.” 

Annie’s face screwed up.

“Cause I’m ma–”

He cut her off.

“You say Smoke anit takin’ care of business? I believe you. His drawers up his ass right now. The nigga done forgot what he got at home. That’s his bad. Lemme talk to ‘im. But you know anit gon’ be no other niggas Annie. Don’t even talk like that. 

“You say you needa’ be listened to? Needa’ be touched? Needa’ work out some of that pressure? I’ll handle allat right now, but don’t make ’im – make us – put some nigga six feet deep cause you wonna act out.” 

Her mouth parted, no words coming out, as she processed what he’d just said. 

“Now, c’mere.” He jerked his head lazily, signaling for her to step forward. 

The processing was done. 

She laughed. Not meanly. Not angrily. Genuinely laughed for what felt like the first time in forever. The sound that bubbled up out of her throat wasn’t light and airy and polite. She was damn near wheezing, hunched over like he’d just told the joke of the decade. The sheer audacity of the Moore men – of men in general – needed to be studied. She didn’t even think Stack was playin’. She believed he was dead serious and that made her laugh harder, right there in the kitchen in front of his face, paying no mind to the way his lips started frowning up – to the way his eyes narrowed. 

“What’s funny?” 

She wiped at her eyes, standing up straight, and trying to get her shoulders to stop shaking. 

“You Stack. You are what’s funny,” she looked him dead in the eyes, not phased by the look she saw on his face. She saw that same look on Smoke’s face all the time. The exact same look – literally. “You think you can ‘handle’ me and Smoke wouldn’t put you six feet deep? You think you, can tell me, what I can and cannot do? You think if I even let you touch me, you’d have the slightest idea of what to do wit’ all this?” She chortled. “Nigga please. Even if you did know what to do wit’ me, an’ you don’t, it anit gone fix what Smoke is doin’. You don’t know nothin’ bout this Stack.” 

Stack shook his head.

“Anit ‘bout fixin’ what he doin’. It’s ‘bout makin’ sure you good, til he fix what he doin. Makin’ sure you don’t make us drop no bodies cause you anit thinkin’ straight.” He wasn’t laughing wit her. But he was smirking now. Leaned forward in the chair, elbows on his knees, hands hanging loosely. Even as his jaw jumped. He made himself focus on the other thing she’d said, letting that shit ‘bout not being able to handle her go unacknowledged. For now.

“You anit gotta worry bout me. This anit ‘bout me and Smoke anit puttin’ me six feet no where. Y’know it don’t work like that Annie. I am Smoke. Smoke is me. I’m bouta help my brother keep the best thing that ever happened to him. That ain’t the same as you havin’ some random nigga thinkin’ he can slide up in here and take what anit his.” He suddenly stood, and Annie instinctively took a step back, before remembering who she was and squaring her shoulders. 

“Now, you gone c’mere’ or you gon’ make me come over there?” 

Annie’s voice was more serious the next time she spoke. 

“Stack..” she warned. “Enough of yo games. Go ‘on somewhere–”

He was up on her. Two long strides is all it took to close the distance between them and he had his chest pressed to her titties, stomach flush with hers, one arm locked tight around her waist, before she could even startle. 

Annie’s arms instinctively went to push at him as she breathed, 

“Stack what the– mmmm,”

Her own words trailed off, dying on her tongue, when his other hand gently, but swiftly, tilted her face, and his fat tongue hit her neck. 

“Stop being ungrateful. I’m tryna’ look out.” 

There was no hesitation as he tongued her neck, and Annie’s brain clouded for a moment when he tongued at a particular spot, sucking gently and then harder, when he realized what he’d found on the first try. 

She wasn’t laughing, or sassing him, now. Now, she was being reminded of just how long it’d been since she’d had a man wrapped around her like this. Being reminded of how good it felt. She almost titled her head back to give Stack more room to work, fingers instinctively clenching at the fabric of his shirt – before she remembered this was indeed, Stack sucking on her neck like he had every right and all the time in the world. 

She resumed pushing at the solid frame in front of her. 

“Stack, c’mon now. Stop, hmm, stop playin’.” 

He gave one last hard suck on her spot, before pulling his head back to look at her. She was trying to look stern, lips pressed in a firm line, eyebrows furrowed. But them eyes – them big brown eyes, told it all. His gold caps glinted, hand rubbing at her lower back, right above where all that ass she had on her sat. 

“Who playin?” He licked his lips like he could still taste her skin. “Told you, I’m helpin’. You needa be touched?” His hands were suddenly gripping at her dress, pulling at the blue layers, raising the fabric. “I got chu’ Annie. You anit gotta get niggas killed cause you need some lovin’. I’ll get that anger worked out of ya.” 

Her hands dropped from his chest, down to her dress, pushing the fabric back down whenever he went to pull it up. Once. Twice. Thrice. His movements were lazy, consistent but unrushed, his deep brown eyes glittering with amusement and the beginning sparks of lust. Annie on the other hand, was fighting for her life. 

“Stack, I will put a root on yo’ ass!” The threat didn’t have the intended affect, cause her pupils were blown just a little too wide, nipples poking at her dress just a little to pointedly, voice coming out just a little too breathless. She couldn’t let him get that dress up. One, cause it was Stack and two, cause–

“Gahhh damn. This pussy always dripping like this, or that’s just cause of me?” Between their dance of pushing her dress up and down, one of his slick hands had managed to get underneath the fabric. He anit even waste time toying wit’ her, smoothly working his fingers into her drawers and between her fat, soft lips. Annie gasped, brain short circuiting for a moment as his thick digits slid up and down her vulva, not aiming for anything in particular just yet. Just feelin’ all that wet. Stack smirked sharply. 

“Why y’all women do that? This pussy needy as hell, and you tryna deny her. Mm, mm, mm,” his fingers fluttered over her hole and then slid right back up. Up and down, up and down. “This shit don’ even make no sense. I barely touched you.” He shook his head like it was a shame.

 “Yeah, Smoke fuckin’ up. You got every right to be mad girl. Wet ass pussy like this, you needa’ be taken care of every day. Shit.” The rain falling outside was no match to the fuckin’ tsunami he had his fingers sliding through right now. Stack wanted all that wet in his mouth. Around his fingers. Around his dick. When he got back to the Juke, he and Smoke was gon’ have words, cause that nigga was trippin’, letting all this slip through his fingers. 

Annie’s breath stuttered when his fingers just barely brushed her button, and then left it alone. Like he was teasing her. She choked back a noise that was rising in her throat at the loss, letting go of the useless hold she had on her dress and gripping his wrist instead. She just held it, like she didn’t know whether to pull his hand away or push it back upwards, under her hood where her clit had started to poke. While she contemplated, Stack’s fingers still leisurely explored. He felt her soft curls, her softer lips, that hard clit he was purposefully avoiding, and his mouth watered. Slowly, he worked his fingers back down, ignoring the way her hand tightened on his wrist and positioning his thick digits at her entrance.

“Stack, shit, Elias wait,” At the sound of his real name, Stack paused, eyes jumping back up to meet hers. Annie’s lips were parted, eyes low but still sharp, still working, like she was deciding on something. 

“What? You really ain’ bout to let me give this pussy what she want?” He asked, the playful edge in his voice not really that playful. 

They both felt the way her little hole had started twitching, like it could sense something wanted to enter and was glad to let it in. There was no denyin’ the juices that were running over his fingers and sticking to her thick thighs – no denyin’ the heady scent of her pussy that rested in the air between them, warm and spicy and enticing. 

Annie studied him. Face so much like Elijah’s, but so different – much like their personalities. She bit her lip, turned something over in her head, shook a memory from the past away and then made her decision. 

“If we do this, and you don’t leave this pussy ruined, you will walk outta here with a root on you.” And she halfway meant it. 

This wasn’t ‘bout Smoke, or whatever the hell was wrong wit’ him. Wasn’t ‘bout the past, or even Stack really. This was ‘bout Annie getting hers. After the way she’d been feelin’? She deserved. 

Stack’s head cocked, teeth flashing like a shark who’d just caught the scent of blood. His eyes shined mischievously, a “Be careful what you ask for,” dropping from his lips, like a promise and a warning, right before two thick digits buried themselves to the hilt in Annie’s soft channel. 

Her head fell back immediately, a whimpering, “Oh fuck,” falling from her lips. He was stretchin’ her, that tight pussy of hers locking down on his fingers like it was trying to stop the intrusion and make sure it never left at the same time. 

“Mmmm,” Stack kissed at the column of her throat, trying to pull his fingers out a little and smirking when he couldn’t. “You gotta lighten up. Let me work.” 

Annie wasn’t tryna hear that. 

“Either you know how to break in tight pussy, or you don’t.”

Stack had her laid flat on her kitchen table before she could exhale. Annie gasped, doe eyes bugging impossibly wider as she looked up at Stack. 

He’d yanked his fingers out of her heat, turned her big fine ass around, and laid her out like a Sunday dinner after church. 

“‘Thas’ like the third time you done talked to me like that. Like cause I’m tha’ lil brother, I’m a lil nigga.” He forced her legs open, forced her dress up and out his way, eyeing the damn near translucent gusset of her underwear. “Promise yah Annie, that’ll be tha’ last time you do that.” 

He ripped her drawers off her like they were made of paper, and before Annie could even hiss at the stingin’ feeling it’d left on her thighs, Stack was on his knees, fingers buried back in her tight heat, and tongue deep between her lips. He damn near put his whole face in the pussy and Annie’s hips shot up instinctively, running from that good feeling he suddenly had thrumming through her body. Stack wasn’t trippin’, he just followed. Like a dog with a bone. Flattening his wide tongue and licking through her sticky wetness long and slow, like he was gathering as much of her juice as he could on the way up to her clit. 

And when he got there? 

It was like music to his ears – mo’ beautiful than the blues even – the way she moaned his name. 

“Stack, oh my God.” 

It’d been so long since she had somebody on that spot. 

Stack locked his lips around her bud, eyes peering up at them big heaving titties and that pretty face he could barely see, as he circled his tongue clockwise, then counterclockwise, and back again around her bundle of her nerves. Her mouth was dropped open but her pussy was like a vice around his fat fingers, and this time he anit say nothin’ bout her needing to lighten up. He just forced her open. Just broke her in. He worked his fingers in and out of her gushy walls, fighting back against the tight snap of her hole over and over again. 

“Hmm, oh shiit.” Her eyes closed on their own accord, hands scratching at the table like she was looking for something to ground her. It felt like her pussy was alive the way it was pulsing – the way it was crying. Annie didn’t even know what to do with all the good she was feeling. Hadn’t expected to be seein’ stars like this. For as much as Stack played, he was takin’ this serious. Lapping at her clit like he was scared it would disappear, like he was delirious for her pussy, jaw be damned. On and on it went, licking all the way down to where his fingers were buried. Licking all the way back up to that special spot, and giving it the attention it was askin fo’. 

He let his teeth graze her button and Annie keened, hips finally dropping back on the table with a thud. 

“Fuck, Stack. Do that again.” It was just on the right side of too much. Toeing that line of pleasure and pain that made everything go fuzzy. 

He soothed her clit with his fat tongue, and for once, followed orders. Let his teeth, gold caps and all, graze her bundle of nerves again. And again. And again. Always soothing her in between. Always working his fingers in and out of her center, groaning into the pussy as her juices took over his senses. 

She matched him, groaning louder, hand finding the top of his head, as her hips rose again. Not running. But using. 

“Eat that fuckin pussy Stack. Eat that gushy fuckin pussy. This what I deserve.” 

She anit have to be on his face to ride his tongue. She was guiding him, movin’ his head where she wanted, hips rolling slow as they raised up, then dropping back down fast, lovin’ the way her fat clit felt against his tongue.   

“Ouuu, Stack.” She spit his name out, teeth clenched so hard that if she wasn’t careful, she’d break one. 

“Why are you eating it like that, fuck.” 

Stack fought the hold she had on his head, raising his face up for a second. His twinkling brown eyes looked dark as tar now. His facial hair dripping wit’ her essence. His voice guttural when he said, 

“Cause this how good pussy deserve to be eaten Annie.” 

And then he was back in it. Tongue hitting every spot she had down there. Fingers twisting up inside of her like he was searching for something hidden. Annie’s eyes rolled, body falling back on to the table for good as Stack thrummed her clit with his tongue like he was playin’ guitar. 

She was starting to feel achy down there. In a way that had her pushin’ at his head for him to stop, when what she really needed was for him to keep goin’. And he knew that. Stack brought his free hand up, locking his fingers with hers and keeping her out his way. 

Another boom of thunder sounded outside. Still warning of that flood that would surely be comin’ soon. 

“Stack. S-stack. You eating it too good. I can’t - I can’t–”

But she would. 

Stack lathered her clit in his spit. Pushed his fingers back inside her. Held ‘em there. Angled ‘em down. And then told all that sweet cream to come on, fingers curling up in a come hither motion. 

And Annie? 

Annie almost crossed to the other side before it was her time. 

She screamed, big thighs clamping around his head, stomach tightening viciously for a second and then completely deflating as her pussy gushed, releasing all that pint up juice she’d been holding. 

Stack let her smother him. He anit care. He’d die in the pussy, right between ha’ thick ass thighs if he had to. Long as she got what she needed. Long as it put her head back on straight. Smoke always cleaned up Stack’s messes, Stack was committed to returning the favor. 

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Stack!” 

Annie flooded his mouth. 

Stack drunk it all. 

Big tongue slurping at her nectar, trying to get up in her hole and get it from the source. He was greedy. And that trait remained firmly in tack whether he was chasing money, or eating pussy.

Annie banged her hands on the table, hips turning every which way as Stack sucked her through her orgasm. 

Words fell from her mouth in a language he didn’t understand. He anit have to understand it though, to know she was sayin’ she felt good. 

By the time she was pushing at his head again, her sensitive center actually needed a break. The pussy was quiverin’, it was so overwhelmed. He obliged, pulling his face from between her thighs, lickin’ his lips and shakin’ his head like he hadn’t gotten enough of her. 

“Could bottle that shit and sell it girl. Fuck some herbs,” Stack flexed his jaw as he stood and stepped back, lookin’ down where she laid splayed out on the table. 

His dick was past solid. Hard like his head. And lookin’ at her, dress halfway up her stomach, legs spread wide and still trembling, rich dark skin that he now knew for a fact tasted as sweet as it looked – he was ready to give her what she really needed. Somethin’ to really work that anger out of her, till Smoke got his fuckin’ head on straight. His hands went to his slacks. 

Annie was still tryin’ to catch her breath, eyes still screwed shut, body still in another dimension. That was the type of mouth you did put a root on – just to keep it comin’ back. The tension she had been carryin’ in her body all day – all month damn near, had leaked right out of her body with the rest of the liquid she’d gushed out. Annie felt her lips tug up, head still far in the clouds and body still mostly mush. 

“Guess you don’t got that big ass mouth for no reason,” she teased. 

Stack let out a bark of laughter and she cracked her eyes open. 

 “I anit got this big ass dick for no reason neither.” 

Annie managed to prop herself up on her elbows, eyes dropping from Stack’s smirking face, down to the long thick dick he held in his hands. Annie blinked, her center clenching, like she hadn’t just came five seconds ago. She watched as Stack stroked himself, from root to tip, pearly white drops beading at his mushroom head. Pretty dick for a pretty nigga. She bit her lip, eyes jumping back to his face. 

He smirked, but it wasn’t playful. It was salacious. It made her center clench again. 

He stepped forward. 

“Before I give you this,” he stroked his dick, “I wonna’ say sorry.” 

Annie’s brows furrowed. 

“Nigga left all them years ago cause I convinced him to go.”

Annie felt her high fading fast. 

“Stack, I don’t want to–”

“Nah, lemme talk Annie,” he cut her off, taking his last step forward, lettin’ go of himself in favor of grippin’ her hips – pulling them closer to the edge of the table. 

Annie choked in surprise, gasping when Stack’s big hands went to the back of her thighs next, putting them in the air and making her legs fold in on themselves. She felt her pussy spread open, like a flower blossomin’, cause of the new position.

“Stack -”

“Maybe if we wouldn’t of never left, the nigga wouldn’t be actin’ so stupid right now. Shit wouldn’t be strained ‘tween y’all. He feelin’ like he don’t deserve yo forgiveness. Wouldn’t be nun’ to forgive, if he wouldn’t of never left wit’ me.” 

Annie disagreed. But she wasn’t ‘bout to talk about it right now. 

“Stack -”

He slapped his heavy dick down on all that wet, right between where her nether lips had spread, and both of their eyes fluttered. The next time he spoke, his teeth were clenched.

“I’m bouta fuck yah so good you forgive both a’ us,” his accent wrapped thickly around his words, like feeling all that gush against his dick was makin’ him lose it. “Bouta fuck yah so good, you forget all that hurt you was feelin’. Fuck yah so good, you know he sorry, befo’ he even say it. Fuck yah so good you know I’m sorry.” 

Annie was tryin’ to focus on his words, tryin’ to hold his gaze, but he’d started moving his hips as he spoke, sliding his member up and down between her soft folds, nudging her clit with his big head on every pass. Her eyes fluttered again, head dropping, a low “Ouuu”, slipping past her lips.

Stack watched her for a beat, sliding his dick through the mess she was making, once. Twice. Three times more. 

“We so sorry mama.” 

And then he slid in deep. 

Thunder clapped outside.

Annie’s breath left her body, fluttering eyes flying right back open, soft brown orbs gazing up at him like he’d just taken something from her. He bit back a curse, throat working as her tight heat enveloped him. Smoke was fuckin’ crazy.  

Stack gripped at her pillowy thighs – could already tell he was gone be the one that had to keep ‘em in the air – and let his signature smirk take over his face.

“Now what was that you said earlier? Bout how I anit know what to do wit all this? Wit’ you?” He tilted his head like he was thinking. 

“Stack..” Annie breathed, trying to sound stern through her panting. “Don’t go doing too much no-”

“Let’s test that out, Annie. See if you know me, as well as you know magic?” 

He slid out slow, all the way to the tip, making her feel every inch of what was stretching her wide. Annie’s toes flexed in her boots. They weren’t even undressed. She anit have to be naked for Stack to give her what she needed though. And Annie was ‘bout to get exactly that. 

“Sorry ‘bout this too,” he said, shrugging, eyes squinting playfully. “Cause you gon’ feel this shit.” 

Any quick witted response was derailed as a yelp tore from her throat instead. 

Stack had his pelvis pressed firmly against hers, every inch of that dick buried back inside her heat before she could blink.

Deep. 

He was so deep.

She could feel him in her chest where that annoyance had set. Could feel him under her skin, all over, where that irritation had thrummed. Could feel him everywhere, he was so deep.

Stack slid out, slowly like she was somethin’ precious. And then he slammed right back inside, thick length hitting every wall, every corner, every hidden spot in her pussy. And then he did it again. And again. 

Annie’s mouth formed a round O, hands clutching at her dress, thighs trembling in his hold. Stack wasn’t even giving her time to adjust. And it hurt so good.  

He trailed his eyes over her open mouth, her shaking hands. Snapped his hips forward harder.  

“What’s wrong wit’ chu? This what you wanted right? What you needed? What you was ‘bout to run off on my brother to get?” 

His fingers hadn’t done a damn thing to loosen her up. He had to bully her pussy open over and over again, had to force all that tight, to stretch.  It was like it couldn’t make up its mind – the way the pussy was leaking every where, hugging him like it never wanted him to leave one second, and then fighting him the next, tight hole locking back up every time he slid out to the head. 

“Oh my – ugh Stack!” She said his name like she was mad at him. If that was the case, she was only ‘bout to get madder. 

His narrow hips worked, pure bliss coursing through his body as he felt all that good surround his dick. All that slippery nectar. Them gushy walls. He changed his angle a lil bit, and then his eyes narrowed – jaw jumped, when Annie fought his hold on her thighs. Not to run. But to spread her legs wider.  

He was moving in her easier now, all that liquid she was leaking making it possible for him to slide in and out as he pleased. Annie was adjusting. Annie was feeling – none of the bad from this morning. This week. This month. No, Annie was feeling good and Annie was just getting started. 

He’d stroked inside her again, new angle hitting a spot, deep and hidden and one she could never reach on her own. One that had her slamming her feet down on the table, spreading her thighs wide, licking her full lips. 

“Again! Do that agai- ugh yesssss!” 

Stack leaned forward, hands coming down on the table on either side of her frame, gold making an appearance when he smirked down at her. 

“Do what again? This? Do this again?” 

He pulled out, immediately thrusting his hips forward into that soft spot she was talkin’ ‘bout. What felt like raw electricity shot through Annie’s body at the movement. 

“Yesssss, that’s what the fuck I’m talking ‘bout. That’s what I need.”

Stack obliged. Hips moving like the pussy was running away from him. In and out. Always going deep. Always hitting that spot. He watched her closely, lip tucked between his teeth. Tracked the little gasps that left her mouth every time he drove into her. The way her brows furrowed. The way her eyes fluttered. The way she fought to open them back up every time, meeting his stare head on. 

“Ouuuu Stack – my God!”   

Outside the rain kept comin’. In sheets. In droves. Weighing down the branches of trees. Turning dirt into mud. Creatin’ puddles now – and much worse later. Water was needed. To nourish, to clean, to grow. But the rain? The rain was an inconvenience. And it anit care. Still kept comin’. Pitter pattering against the windows. Falling from the sky. Unrelenting. Unforgiving. The Delta would just have to deal. 

Outside lighting flashed. Outside thunder roared. 

Inside? 

Inside, Annie cursed. And Stack cursed back.

“Fuck! Fuck this pussy! Fuck this pussy just like that! Don’ stop, Stack.” 

He grunted, talked right over the loud squelching noises that filled the room, “I anit stoppin’. I’m in this shit. Who can’t handle you? I’m in this shit, girl!” 

Annie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, hips raising to meet his like he wasn’t droppin’ the dick fast enough, “Ouuuu, give me that dick Stack. Give it to me! I wonna feel it in my stomach. I feel it in my stomach!” 

Stack swiveled his hips while he was still buried deep, stirring all that wet. All that juice that was dripping down his dick. “I’m fuckin’ you good? Fuckin’ you how I said I would?” 

Her pussy pulsed in agreement with her, “Ouuu yes, yes, yes. You fuckin’ me so good, don’t stop.”

Stack went from holding himself up by his hands, down to his elbows, getting closer, boxing her in. His lips found that spot on her neck, sucking hard. Mouth came up to her ear, talkin’ shit. 

“Ain’ gon stop. Sayin’ sorry remember? Gotta fuck this good wet ass pussy tell she forgive me.” 

Annie moaned, hands coming up to grip at his strong arms. “She say she anit gone never forgive you. You gotta keep fuckin me, keep fuckin me, oh my god, Stack. I feel it!” 

Stack wanted to laugh at her words. Couldn’t. Cause he felt it too. The way that pussy was tightening up, getting impossibly wetter, jumping around his dick like it couldn’t wait to release something it’d been holding back. 

He swiveled his hips. Stroked her from root to tip and back again at an impossible speed. Fuckin’ into her like he had a point to prove. Like he had a relationship to save. Annie scratched at his arms, then rubbed, like she was soothing the sting. 

He clenched his jaw, feeling her pussy jump again, feeling that tight hole get tighter, “Pussy must be magick. You put some magick in this pussy girl? Huh? This fat pussy got some mutha fuckin magick in it?” 

Annie couldn’t speak. All she could do was whimper. Grip his arms tighter. Leak all over him. Brace herself for what she felt building inside of her. For what she felt about to snap loose. 

Stack pulled out, then slammed in, making Annie cry out in ecstasy. He gritted his teeth. Felt his balls start to tighten.

“All ‘dem years ago, sayin’ you anit want both uh’ us,”

He pulled out, then slammed in. 

“This make me think yah was lyin’ Annie.” 

Pulled out, then slammed in. 

“Cause the way this pussy talkin?” 

Pulled out, then slammed in. 

“Pussy sayin’ you shoulda been let me in.” 

He brought his face right above hers, roamed his eyes over all that pretty. All that strength. All that perfect. 

He pulled out again. 

“Pussy sayin’ she ‘ont ever want me leave Annie!’ 

Then slammed in. 

Annie shattered. And Stack stilled, mushroom head pressed right into that gushy spot, unmoving, even as the rush of liquid that erupted from her pussy tried to force him out. 

“Oh my – Oh my – Elias – STACKKKK!” 

She wasn’t cumming. She was flooding. Pussy raining down on Stack, not unlike the rain outside. 

Pleasure. That’s what she felt. So consuming it ran from the ends of her hair to the tips of her toes. It overwhelmed her. Annie ran for the first time, thighs trying to snap close, hips trying to jerk back, trying to get him to lay off that spot before she passed out. 

Stack anit care. Stayed on her. Stayed pressed into her even as his knees went a little weak at the feel of her walls choking his length. Her wet surrounding him. 

“Stop runnin’ from what you need,” he slid his arm between them, forced one thigh back open. “Jus’ take it. Get all that bad energy up out ya’.” 

Annie didn’t have no choice. She came tell her ears were ringing, tell her breath left her body, tell she didn’t even know what bad energy he was talking ‘bout. 

And Stack watched, head tilting almost in wander, eyes raking over her face like he’d never seen a prettier picture. His dick jerked just lookin’ at her, and his eyes snapped shut, willing himself not to nut. 

Annie was trying to get air back into her lungs, walls squeezing around Stack again – not on purpose, just on instinct, and it was enough to make him lose it.

“Shit,” he cursed, eyes still closed tight like that was the only thing keeping him sane. “You good if I move?” 

She blamed him. For how good he’d just made her feel. Blamed Smoke. For how long it’d been since he’d touched her. Blamed them both for what came out her mouth next, eyes cracking open slowly, voice coming out breathy, taunting.  

“You good if you move? Look tense. Can’t handle a little pussy? The little brother got little stamina?” 

His eyes flew open. Shock and indignation both clouding those dark orbs. He’d just fucked life back into her. They both knew it. And still Annie pushed. Because if he could give it? She wanted more. Honestly, who knew when she’d get loved down like this again? She was bein’ greedy, takin’ as much as she could while it was offered. She deserved to be greedy. 

Stack blinked above her, less focused on his urge to cum now, and more surprised by how much of a brat Annie was being. He’d never pegged her as that. Stack shook his head. Hell, maybe she normally wasn’t, but knowin’ how Smoke was actin’, it’d probably been good and long since she had the attitude fucked outta her. 

He watched her, watch him, and saw that gleam in her eyes. Like she couldn’t wait for his response – like she was hungry for it.

“You got a greedy pussy Annie,”  he pushed himself up, stood upright again between her spread thighs.

 So greedy you really need two niggas takin’ care of you on the regular.

Stack forced that thought out his head. Cause this shit wasn’t ‘bout him. It was ‘bout her and his dumbass brother. 

“You wanted more? Jus’ say that. Ain’ gotta hurt a nigga feelings. You know I’m sensitive, girl.” His tone was light. Too light.

“You want more? Say it.” Their eyes met, his prompting hers to speak, refusing to move until she did. 

She opened her mouth to do just that, to tell him what she wanted and how she wanted it. 

Stack never gave her the chance. Sliding out and proceeding to show her just how long his stamina could really be. 

They weren’t working out Annie’s built up pressure anymore. That had already been done. Now, they were just fucking. Rough, and nasty, and loud. The table was shaking, their voices were cracking, and the storm outside didn’t have shit on what was brewing between them. 

One second he had her by the hips, had the lower half of her body damn near in the air and was pulling that pussy up to him every time he fucked into her. 

“Pussy so fuckin’ good. This what you wanted? You gone take it then. Gone take all this dick tell yo’ ass can’t walk straight!” 

The next, she was flat on the table, moaning filth in his ear while he pressed his weight into her, digging deep in her guts. 

“Ouuuu I love that dick Elias. Love the way you fucking this pussy. You love this pussy? This pussy good?” 

They went back and forth. She matched him stroke for stroke, word for word, pushing when he pulled and pulling when she pushed. 

Strings of cream clung to his dick, pooled at his base. Her pussy was loud, talking like it wanted to join the conversation. He was fucking the love and light back into her. She was making him lose his goddamn mind. 

By the time they were approaching their peaks, they were nose to nose, bodies moving like they had a mind of their own. Annie’s hands gripping at his back, his arms, everywhere she could reach – eyes squeezed tight in bliss. Stack cupped her face, forced his brown orbs to stay open, to stay locked on her, as he panted in time with her breaths. 

The rain kept coming down outside. Fast, and loud, and dangerous. 

“I’m bout to cum Elias! Stack I’m bout to - it feel like so much – Elias!” 

“I feel it girl, I feel it – fuck! Me too, Annie, fuck!” 

If he wasn’t pinning her down, she would have levitated. 

If she was his, he would have shot his seed as deep as he could. Woulda hoped it took. 

They came in unison, the tension in their bodies snapping. Annie cried out loudly, core clamping down, rivers of that essence that made both Moore men crazy, pouring out of her sweet center. Stack cursed, yanking his hips out and up just in time, cumming so hard he would have collapsed if he wasn’t already damn near laid flat on top of her. His eyes shut on their own accord, stars appearing behind his closed lids. 

“Shit Annie!” 

Rain was funny sometimes. It could choose to wreck havoc – cause floods, displace homes, come down long enough and hard enough to drown entire communities if it so pleased. And…it could also choose to storm a little and then stop. Outside, the downpour lightened to a drizzle, seemingly out of nowhere. Inconsistent drops – light, unrushed, harmless. There would be some mess to clean up – the rain never left anything completely in tact – but it seemed the Delta had lucked out this time. The damage wouldn’t be irreparable. 

Inside Annie’s kitchen? 

There were no guarantees of such luck. 

The two caught their breath, gradually coming down from the peak they’d reached. And Elias felt wrong. Hot. Itchy. Like he was too big for his clothes. He frowned a little, not liking the discomfort. Not understandin’ where it was comin’ from. 

He opened his eyes. Damn near lost his breath again when he was faced with Annie’s searching gaze. Neither spoke. Until she did. 

“‘Lias?” 

He swallowed. Didn’t really know what was being asked. Knew and just didn’t know how to answer. How she wanted him to respond. Elias felt like a boy again. Elias felt like he wanted to fall into Annie and get the fuck away from her at the same. Elias remembered his brother, remembered that he’d done this for him. For them – Smoke and Annie. 

Stack is who responded to her, smirk on his lips, eyes squinting, gold caps shining. 

“Annie.” He tilted his head playfully, made his tone light, kept it light, even when her eyes narrowed. “Surprised you can still talk. I worked all that attitude out huh?” He laughed. “I know I did. Now you and that big head nigga can work y’all shit out – no outside parties needed, girl.” 

“Elias–”

“And you anit gotta thank me, it was my pleasure, trust.” Stack winked. “Now lemme clean you up so I can get back down to this juke and talk to this nigga.” He let his dimple pop, ignored the look in her brown eyes. “Wouldn’t want all this to be for nothin’ right?” 

Annie watched him. For so long he damn near broke out into a sweat. And then she nodded. Slow. Reluctant. But she gave it to him. Let him run. “Right. Wouldn’t want this to be for nothing.” His dimple popped harder, smirk grew wider. Too wide. Forced. Uncomfortable. 

He let his eyes scan her face one more time - quick but thorough.

Nodded to himself. To her. 

“Right.”

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