This is the fifteenth story in the "Hollywood Hills" series. Due to limitations with character spacing on Literotica, I wasn't able to convey the full titles of my stories. Please click on my name and read the first fourteen in the series:

Hollywood Hills: The Hostile Hollywood Hottie Hollywood Hills: The Japanese Are Brilliant Hollywood Hills: The River Thames & My Ex James Hollywood Hills: My Brother's Keeper Part One Hollywood Hills: My Brother's Keeper Part Two Hollywood Hills: My Brother's Keeper Part Three Hollywood Hills: The Referral Hollywood Hills: Celebration Hollywood Hills: My Ex & The Supermodel Hollywood Hills: 101 Ways To Crash A Party Hollywood Hills: The Cure Hollywood Hills: Control Hollywood Hills: The Rainy Season Hollywood Hills: Just Add Pepper

Note: This material is intended for adults, 18 years or older. This story is not to be read by prudes, the under aged, overly sensitive sudo -politically correct people, or if porn or erotic literature is illegal in your state. The characters and stories are fictional. Everything is copyrighted and belongs to me, and so If I catch you even trying to take a little of it, you'll be sorry.

Topics: erotic couplings, ethnic, oral

The obvious: Parties with anonymous hosts and strange invitations are a safety no-no.

The lesson: The past is never too far behind.



When I got home I found a strange message from my mother on the machine, "Nia I'd like to speak to you and your sister immediately. Your father and I will be at your sister's house. We're expecting you to be there at 7:30. See you then."

She sounded cold and business like. This was the way she was with us when she was mad. Damn it. I got this nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know what this impromptu meeting was about, nor did I want to know. It was six o' clock already, I didn't have much time. I wondered if Mia had gotten the same message. She'd taken Pepper with her to her home who was yet another complication to deal with.

I heard keys opening the door, my head jerked towards the foyer and sure enough, James was coming through it. He dropped his one lone bag and I ran to him and put my arms around him.

He kissed me on the forehead, "Sorry I didn't get a chance to call you last night."

"Its okay. I'm not worried about that. A lot of shit happened while you were gone."

I told him about Carlotta and Pepper, and I also told him about that message.

"So what's the big deal?"

"She sounds pissed." I shook my head, "I don't know what she wants."

He put his hand on top of mine, "Let's go find out. You and me."



I walked into Mia's house on shaky legs confronted with the image of my mother and father sitting on her couch.

They were a polished handsome couple. Buppies before it was even in style. They both wore well-tailored suits and were well groomed. My mother was the lawyer/aspiring politician, and my father the architect. They were Jet Magazine, "Society" section types. Movers and shakers. Intellectuals. The American Dream. Snobs.

"Glad you could make it." My mother said sternly. I noticed how her long dark wavy hair was pulled back severely into a tight bun. It was obvious Mia got her looks. I was stuck with my father's.

Mia sat on the arm of a chair waggling her leg nervously. "You've brought James?"

My parents stood up to greet him, my mother giving him a hug and kiss, and my father a manly handshake. They liked him, and they liked the idea that I wasn't some lonely old spinster and that I was capable of getting a man, especially one as over qualified as James.

We sat down on the love seat opposite my parents. Rosalinda the housekeeper came in and offered us drinks. I asked for cherry cola. My father wanted a scotch straight, my mother some tea, and Mia opted for a glass of champagne.

"Mom, what's this all about?"

"Dr. Chapman's wife called me today." She said, "Who did you bring in there with a bruised face and fractured ribs?"

Mia rolled her eyes and scoffed, "So much for doctor-patient confidentiality."

I understood where she was coming from, where did they get off gossiping about who comes in his office? My mother was acting like this wasn't totally unprofessional.

"I mean you all have been so secretive with your lives lately.we hardly see you. The boys, yes they are around all of the time. Gil's in Wilton and Jeff is at his new girlfriend's house."

"So what?" I said feeling myself revert back to the snappy grumpy teenager I once was. "Ma, you act like this is the end of the world."

"Chapman's wife said it seemed like some runaway was in his office, nursing wounds from some sort of abuse."

I laughed, "Ma with all the 'charity' and 'giving back' you've done for the community, I'd have thought you'd be absolutely thrilled at the fact that we were helping the less fortunate." I felt James nudging me in the side. He probably thought my sarcasm had taken a more acerbic tone.

"I just want to know what's going on. We never know what's going on with you two."

Mia grunted and rolled her eyes, "That's because you're so busy playing monopoly with all the real estate on the west coast. Please, don't blame us because you don't have the time to know what's going on with us mother."

"Watch your tone young lady," My father spoke sternly swirling the ice around in his tumbler. "Just whom are you consorting with nowadays?"

"Here we go again." I said sipping my soda. Poor James just sat next to me not saying a word, but giving nervous half-smiles throughout the whole conversation.

"A friend in need. In fact you can meet her." Mia said, "Hey Pepper!" She called.

Pepper shyly entered the room.

"Peps, I'd like you to meet my parents, Mr. And Mrs. Rubin. Oh and don't forget James, that's Nia's boyfriend." James gave a little wave.

"So very nice to meet you Pepper." My mother said, emphasizing her name as if she had a bad taste in her mouth, "My my, is that your natural name?"

"Yes ma'am it is." Pepper answered nervously and standing stiffly.

"Mom, let her go back to whatever she was doing." I said, and realizing how desperate I'd sounded since I said "Mom". I always colloquialized my parents titles just to fuck with them, Ma, moms, pops, etc., they were used to being called Mother, Father, Mom, Dad.

"Pepper how'd you meet the girls?" My father asked.

"She can't answer that." I found myself jumping in, "Look just leave her alone."

"Okay Peps," My sister said, "I suppose you can go back to your room and rest, we've had a long day today. I'll let you know when dinner is ready."

"Nice meeting you all." She nodded and then awkwardly retreated from the room.

"Now I'm really concerned," Said my mother, "What is going on here?"

I looked at Mia who seemed so confident and calm during this confrontation. I supposed that she was used to "handling" my parents more often than I was. She was closer to them, so she could be more at ease, "Okay, we have this friend, who's a detective. Pepper is an important part of her case and she's in a bit of a pinch right now, so we're looking out for her and making sure she's safe and taken care of until we find out what's happing with the case."

My father nearly slammed his glass on the table, "Case? What on earth are you all involved with? You pick up some stray on the street who's involved with criminals and take her to our family doctor? Where everyone can see?"

Oh so this is what it's all about. The country club set is all up in arms about the scandalous goings on of the Rubin twin girls. Ha, if they only knew half of the story.

I spoke up, "She's a person and she's our friend, and I don't care if you and your bourgeois ass friends are all gabbing about it over their overpriced brunches in Bel-Air. What we do is and the company we keep is our business, and we know what we are doing. We are grown ass women."

I could've sworn I heard my mother gasp, I half expected to hear a cartoonish "Well, I never!" from the lady of high society but I didn't.

"Well." My father said, and then said again, "Well well well."

"Okay. So you live these clandestine, hip lives on the edge that we know nothing about. And apparently you two are closer than you've ever been in years. So, what else are you keeping from me?"

James turned to me and asked, "Should we tell them?" My face burned red when Mia clasped her hands together and said, "Oh my God they don't know don't they? Can I tell them puhleeeeze?"

"Tell us what?" My father asked.

Well, there was no turning back. "I'm nearly four months pregnant."

The room turned deadly quiet as my parents looked at me with such utter shock that it scared me.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Mia swooned, "I'm going to be an aunt, and you two are going to be grandpa and grandma."

"Oh my," Mother said, "You knew about this?"

"I knew about it even before James. In fact so did Gil and Jeff."

"Gil and Jeff knew?" My father asked. "For four months? Didn't tell us a thing?"

And there'd be more things you'd never be told Dad, so be grateful.

"They found out by accident. They didn't tell anyone because I didn't want them too. Don't blame them."

"Oh I don't." My mother said standing up suddenly, "I blame you."

"Don't be mad at her please Mrs. Rubin. She's been under a lot of pressure lately." He said patting me on the head as if I were a dog.

"I don't blame you either James. I knew there was something he wanted to say when we at with them at Musso's. Didn't I say that Reginald? Didn't I?"

My father nodded.

"And now you pop up with this out of the blue. You're keeping secrets and hiding things? We're supposed to be your parents. I'm supposed to be your mother." She said staring at me with those big piercing eyes of hers. I began to feel bad. "You did this when you moved to New York, telling us from a long distance call that you decided to leave and not go to Stamford. You did this when your first book got published, when you worked on that movie we had to read about it in the Herald."

I shook my head, "You knew we never were close. Neither were Dad and I. You were always closer to the others, so I'm used to keeping things to myself."

"Oh no, young lady, do NOT blame us. We paid for damned good therapy to figure out why you were so alienated from the rest of the family. And as I recall, you didn't even try to make it work."

"Make it work! You wanted me to pretend that I wanted to be like you? I couldn't even be like you if I wanted to. You wouldn't let me. If I was feeling different it was because I was being treated differently."

"Oh please Nia."

"The ugly fucking duckling."

My mother gasped, "Don't ever speak that way-"

"Nia, calm down you're getting yourself worked up," I heard James say as he placed a hand on my arm.

"See that?" She said pointing to me, "She has to have him around or else that baby doesn't have a chance."

"Don't go there mother." Said Mia.

"No I'm going there for real," Apparently id struck a chord with my parents just the way I used to when I was younger. They were pissed and all their civility and maturity was tossed out of the window. They would take things as far as I did. "And I'm betting she doesn't eat right, or sleep right."

"That's another reason why I didn't tell you. You are a control freak."

"Please everyone." James said loudly, "Stop. Just stop."

We all looked around at each other, realizing that we seemed like lunatics to the normal outsider. "Well, we can be rational about this. I'm very happy for you Nia. But I'd wish you shared with me more often. As cross as I am with you, I'm just so excited that you're with James again and that you're going to be a mother. I almost don't believe its happening."

See, that's what I'm talking about. Had Mia announced this news the reaction would be totally different. No one would be this surprised. But I didn't say anything. I was angry and didn't care anymore about making them see how fucked up they were. I just wanted to leave. I would always be a stranger to these two people who gave me life. That's just the way it was.

"When's the wedding?" My father asked.

I rolled my eyes, "You know I'm about ready to leave, I said getting up off of the couch."

"What? All I asked was a simple question. I mean if you're going to let some man knock you up for the fun of it and not get married then, hey like you said, you're a grown ass woman."

"Reginald. No." My mother scolded him.

"It's okay I want to leave-" I said stopping dead in my tracks when I saw who walked into the room.

Carlotta stood tall, sexy and commanding in her vintage burgundy leather jacket and her newsboy cap, "Well, didn't know we had company."

Mia stood up and walked over to Carlotta, "Mom, Dad. This is Detective Carlotta Malea."

"Is she the police friend in charge of Pepper?" My mother asked, speaking through a phony smile, the wheels no doubt turning in her head, trying to make sense of the slightly masculine beautiful Amazon in front of her.

"Glad to meet you." Carlotta gently took my mother's hand and reached to give my father a strong shake.

"Are you stopping by to get Pepper?"

"No actually I'm just getting off work and I'd thought that I'd get some sleep."

"Sleep?" My mother raised and eyebrow. Carlotta realized she made a slip but played it off, "Yeah, I came by to check on her. Then I'm going straight home."

"But Carlotta," my sister said, sitting down on the arm of a couch and taking her hand, "You are home."

James and I looked at each other in shock, and it was apparent from Carlotta's face that she was also surprised. It was very hard to shake up that calm and collected super cool demeanor that Carlotta has, but somehow Mia has done just this.

"You serious?" She asked slightly smiling.

She nodded, "Mom and Dad are right. We keep too many secrets from them. Since they want to know so damned much, its time they know the truth." Mia stood and I could see a determined look in her eye. I realized by the tone of her voice that she was passive aggressively getting back at them for attacking me. And she was putting herself on the line to do it.

She held Carlotta's hand tightly; "I'm with Carlotta now. She lives here. We are together. We've been on and off for months."

If you thought my pregnancy rendered my parents speechless, you should've seen this.

"Are you saying that you're a-"

"All I know is that I want to be with her."

"Wait." My mother said holding up a hand, "Just a few months ago you were upset with Nia because of that documentary she did about gays and lesbians in the police force."

"And ironically Carlotta was one of the subjects." I jumped in, "So now you know how they met." Not exactly, but this explanation spurned the inevitable and complicated question.

"I cannot believe this. I feel like, my daughters are strangers. You knew about this didn't you Nia?"

"You could say I was sort of the catalyst. Though I didn't know it would go this far. But for the first time in her life, she's happy and she's nice and I don't have any problem at all with this. You two shouldn't either."

My father sort of laughed, "We always wanted you two to be close. Now we cant pry you apart. Always defending each other."

I saw tears well up in my mother's eyes, "This isn't what I pictured though. I pictured them finally loving each other enough to the point where they'd be in each other's wedding party and spend weekends with me at the spa.I never.this wasn't a part of the plan."

"We can still have a wedding. San Francisco here we come." I said, making James snicker.

"What about your career?" My father asked Mia.

"I'll figure it out. But I just thought you two should know. I mean your speech inspired me to finally share."

My father shook his head, "I just think you're a little confused. Maybe it's not winning that Oscar. Maybe you're just a little jaded."

"I could get her an appointment with Dr. Mendelshein."

"I have a therapist mother. And I can't believe you're suggesting that-"

"I just can't believe this." My father said.

Mia smiled through her tears, "You're not going to disown me or anything are you?"

Dead silence.

"I mean this is such a happy time in our lives. Nia and I have found love and were all going to have a little baby to spoil." She looked around, her smile quickly fading, "Don't you two think its great?"

Still silence, until James broke in, "Well," he said raising his glass, "Looks like we should be celebrating. Here here!"

"Bottoms up," I downed my cherry coke and gave a big belch befitting for such an occasion.



"And then she tells us that she's now a lesbian*." My mother said as she sat at the table in her bathrobe drinking tea. "I tell you Gilly I couldn't believe it! And I couldn't believe that you knew." Suddenly a look came over my mother's face, and the previous expression of anger tinged with bewilderment took on a more sympathetic look. "Oh Gilly." She touched my face, "Is that why you two aren't speaking?"

My mother had no idea at all why Mia and I were not speaking. She had no idea that she'd stolen my girl away, the only girl I'd ever love. I'd been holding this in for days, and way before that I'd been holding in the fact that I'd found someone who I really loved, so how could it be easy to tell my mother that I was in love with a lesbian who butt fucked me with her strap on and then left me for my sister? Sounds strange doesn't it? But it was more than that. I know I felt a connection between us. I felt it.

"I know you couldn't tell us about it, I know you probably wanted to. She should've never put you in this position of keeping secrets. But you shouldn't be angry with her because of her choice. I've always taught this family tolerance. After all your father and I went through growing up and going to school and trying to get jobs and excel in this world." She stopped to close her eyes and shake her head, "It's got to be damned hard being a black woman and a lesbian. Although I don't think she's announcing that to the world yet, but she's pretty sure she's in love with this-woman."

"Let me get this straight," I said rubbing the freshly cut hair on my head. I was the clean-shaven sporty twin. My brother was the goatee wearing, short 'fro having boheme. We were both night and day though our features are identical. We were the same height, five-eleven, same complexion, a golden creamy brown, with the same angular faces and the same big almond shaped eyes. We had the same lanky yet muscular build, although I was a bit more muscular. My brother, with the video game company was used to sitting on his ass for a living. I was an athlete, a cyclist. The biggest hazard of his job was probably carpal tunnel syndrome.

"You met Carlotta?"

"Yes."

"And right there, in front of you and dad and Nia and James she told you that she and Carlotta were together?"

She shuddered, "Still gives me chills when I think about it."

Somehow through all of my anger and resentment, I'd discovered an iota of respect for my sister's bravery. It wasn't her style to do things that impacted her image in a negative way, especially since she was our parents' darling. So I at least had to give her props for that. However, was she going to be this open about her relationship with the whole world? No. She loves her career more than anything. And why would she want to taint the image she's built up thus far: A talented gorgeous ethnic beauty whose femininity and sensuality were the key selling points for her. There was no way to "spin" this new part of her lifestyle. Hollywood was narrow-minded. Hollywood would look at her differently, typecast her. She was just making headway on her own accord with her Academy nomination. She had to know that something like this would change things drastically. Was she ready for that? Was she really as mature as she was trying to portray?

"So anyway darling." My mother put her hand over mine, "I think you should be more forgiving. She's still the same person inside. You've been down lately. You shouldn't let that get you down baby."

"Mom," I said shaking my head and pushing away from the table. "I could care less whether she's muff diving or not."

Mortified. That was the look on her face. I never speak like this. Even Nia doesn't cross lines like this.

"Gilvan Moralo Rubin!"

She said my full name. She was upset, but I still didn't care, "The reason I'm pissed is because she's with the girl who I want to be with."

My mother furrowed her brows and gave me a look through thin slitted eyes, "That detective? Her?"

"Yes."

"But she seems so."

"Yes. She does. But I've brought out a softer side to her and I still don't want her to change. I love her."

"Gilly, are you telling me that you've had some sort of 'thing' with this woman?"

"An all consuming, soul wrenching sort of 'thing'. But now its over."

"But she's a lesbian honey."

"Well she wasn't when she was with me." I said standing up, "She claims she loves Mia. Yeah right." I said feeling evil. Feeling like if I'd gone this far, what could stop me from telling the real way that Carlotta and Mia met; but that would probably shed light on my indiscretions, and I wasn't ready for my mom and dad to be pissed at me, and that would be the little snipped thread that would unravel every little unconscionable thing that all of us siblings have done, including that incident with Jeff and Nia. I wasn't ready to be on Springer yet. I'd only let her bite off what I felt she could chew.

"Whatever you thought you had, that's gone. Its obvious that she's attracted to women."

"Mom I know that but we had sex. We made love. You understand?" I could see the shock in my mother's eyes at my sudden frankness, but this is what I'd been dying to tell someone for a long time. My brother was too busy in love to listen to me anymore. I couldn't bring him down.

"Maybe she was just-curious?" My mother said.

I sighed, "Maybe she was just using me. A mere 'phase' to her. Now she's back where she thinks she belongs."

My mother shook her head in disbelief, "I'd no idea this kind of stuff was going on."

"Trust me." I said before leaving the room, "You really don't want to know about it all. You just don't."



I shaved, showered and dressed in preparation to the visit I'd pay to my sister. Why I was going there? I really didn't know. Maybe it was to see if this thing was really happening, maybe it was to say goodbye to Carlotta, to search for that something extra in her eyes, which would tell me that maybe there was still a chance.

I know what you might be thinking. Goodbye? He's not going to off himself over this chick is he? Nope. My brother and I were invited to this weird party. I don't want to go. He does, so I agreed to go with him. After the party, I was on my way to Colorado. Back to my little house, and the cabin in the woods, and my friends and my training. It was time I'd moved on.

I rang the doorbell and waited, and waited, and waited. No one was answering. God damn it. Someone had to be home. Someone. It was the middle of the day and perhaps no one was home at all, but my desperation overrode my logic and I made my way to the back of the house.

My heart beat fast as I heard some activity in the pool. There was the telltale splashing of water. As I approached I saw a sexy slim girl in a red bikini, holding on to the edge of the pool as she kicked away at the water while on her stomach. It was the kind of move little kids who couldn't swim executed when their parents made them stay in the shallow end.

I'd thought, A ha! One of Carlotta's little strumpets. What would my sister think of her ''life partner" now? Would she still be so convinced that they were meant to be?

She barely noticed me walking towards her as she flipped through a magazine, lost in her own thoughts.

"Who are you?" I asked, startling her so that she jumped making a big splash in the pool.

"Oh my God, who are you?"

"I'm Mia's brother."

"Oh.I recognize you!" She said giving me a million dollar smile. She got out of the pool gracefully and walked towards me to extend a hand, "I'm Pepper. You must be one of the twins. Mia's told me so much about you all."

"Really?" I said, noticing how good she looked in a bikini. So was this my sister's strumpet? Even better. Carlotta would leave her for sure.

"Yeah. I'm just staying her for a little bit. My name is Pepper. I'm a friend of Carlotta. She's doing me a favor. You and your sisters have been so good to me." I noticed how the pixie cut she was wearing framed her face. She was a pretty little thing but I tried to ignore that fact. "I'm Gilvan. You know Nia too?" My heart sank. Nia wouldn't have any parts of this if it weren't on the up and up. This was a completely innocent stranger. Damn it.

"Actually I'm surprised you walked up in here like that. There's supposed to be cops outside guarding the place."

"I didn't see anyone in any car."

"Carlotta's going to be pissed at Dave and Rohan." She said shaking her head. "They are supposed to be on the look out. They were in a plain sedan. Are you sure you didn't see them?"

"The question is why didn't they see me? I came right in through the front."

"Maybe they know who you are. Carlotta's probably briefed them on a lot of stuff."

I heard the hint of a strange accent in her voice, "Where are you from anyways and what's with the police guarding my sister's estate?"

"I'm from LV."

"Vegas?"

"Yep." She said walking towards the table where a big pitcher of lemonade waited, "You want some."

"Okay." I shrugged sitting down across her.

"Anyway I'm not really sure if I can tell you what it's all about. Maybe Carlotta can tell you but I'm not sure who I should be talking to. Point is she's helping me out for a while because I'm helping her out with one of her cases."

"I see." I said, watching her pour lemonade into my glass, making sure I got slices of fresh lemon, "You didn't hear me ringing the door bell?"

"Oh not to sound spoiled or anything, 'cause I am from MUCH more humble beginnings, but I just thought Rosie was gonna get it. I'm sort of afraid to answer the door right now. I don't think I'm supposed to since it could be anyone."

"Do you know where my sister and Carlotta went?"

"Lottie's at work. Your sister? I don't know she said something about getting ready for some party."

Damn. It was hopeless. I couldn't confront Mia or Carlotta. Out of curiosity I asked, "Do you understand my sister's and Carlotta's relationship?"

She gave me back an innocent doe eyed stare, "Do you?"

I laughed, "Really, its okay. I know if you're trying to protect them."

"Well," She shrugged, "They never really said anything directly about it, but I knew what Carlotta was all about. And when I found out that she lived here with Mia, I kind of got the picture since they seemed a little more than roommates." She shook her head, "Geez, the lives of celebrities."

"So you weren't there when my parents came?"

"Mr. And Mrs. Rubin? Oh I met them. For a minute. Then I scooted back out of the room. I swear the air was thick up in there."

So she didn't hear about my sister coming out of the closet.

"I'm just trying to mind my business when I can you know? I don't want to overstep my bounds or say the wrong thing. I want them to know I can be trusted."

There was sincerity in her eyes, and a mystery about her that made her more and more alluring by the minute. Suddenly I'd forgotten about Carlotta and Mia and I wanted to ask this girl a million questions. My inferences are that she's some kid off the street, maybe a hooker or stripper, who's seen too much in some kind of criminal case and is a witness. Maybe Carlotta's stashing her here for safety. I had no idea what Nia had to do with anything.

"Well can you at least tell me what you did in LV?"

"I'm an aspiring dancer."

"Really? Ever been in any shows or with any companies?"

"Unless you count Jimmy's right off the strip."

I must've looked confused because she laughed and said, "It's a titty bar."

"Ohhh.so you used to do things like pole dance?"

"Table dances, lap dances, you know whatever." She said crossing her legs, one thigh over the other. "But you don't look like the type to ever frequent those types of places."

"Oh I don't?"

"Nope." She said smiling coyly. It just dawned on me that there was some flirtation going on between us, and I hadn't even realized it until now.

"So you think I wont know what to do if you 'put it on me'?"

She giggled, "You talking like you know what's up preppie boy."

"Why don't you show me?" I said not believing that I was beginning to get somewhat aroused.

"I could do that," She said grabbing my hand, "Follow me."



We were in my sister's living room. She'd pushed me into a chair and went over to the stereo system. A bass thumping party anthem started playing by Lil Jon. It didn't take long for her to start feeling the music. She danced in front of me moving her hips and ass to the music, rubbing my head and face and biting her bottom lip in a sexy way. She gyrated in front of me, rubbing her hands all over her toned and sexy body. I reached out to grab her hips but she smacked my hand away. "We have a strict 'no-hands' policy at this establishment. An experienced man like yourself should've known that."

"Excuse me for wanting to touch." I said, totally transfixed by her movements. She definitely knew how to work it, way better than any run of the mill stripper I've ever encountered.

She began to straddle me, putting her arms around my shoulders and grinding herself onto my now tenting jeans. There was nothing separating her bare pussy from my hard cock except her thin bikini bottom and my jeans.

She had to feel me. I was hard as a rock but she still grinded to the music, looking me in the eyes as she did this. She was blowing my mind. I haven't had sex since I was last with Carlotta, which, if you think about it, wasn't that long ago, but long enough for me.

Her tits were in my face, her little perky tits. I just wanted to stick my tongue out and flick the nipple once, but I didn't. Hands off she said. I assume this means 'tongues off" also.

"You like this don't you?" She asked, then doing something that I totally didn't expect. She got up off of me and turned around so that her ass was on my lap. She started to grind and move her hips around so that her ass rubbed against the hard bulge in my jeans. Damn I was so turned on that I was salivating. She raised up off of me some, using another chair in front of her to brace herself as she shook her little firm round ass in my face. This time she didn't stop me from touching her. I put my hands on her hips and began to rub her thighs and back. Her skin was still drying from being in the pool. She felt cool yet soft. She arched her back as I rubbed my strong hands all over her ass and legs and beneath her at her stomach. This seemed to turn her on in of itself.

By now we seemed to totally forget about the music, and the only thing she responded to was my touch. I reached up her back and rubbed her shoulder blades, sliding a finger to effortlessly undo the top to her bathing suit. She gasped a little as it fell to the floor but this only prompted her to sit down on me, using the arms of the chair to leverage herself and grind against me.

I slid my hands up her flat stomach to cup her breasts gently. She threw her head back and her bare shoulders brushed against my lips. I started to kiss and suck at her skin gently as I palmed and fondled her tits, squeezing the nipples and making her squirm on top of my dick.

She was under my spell. I had her hooked.

I lifted her hips so that she stood up.

"Show me how you work that ass again."

As she danced, moving her hips and her ass to some B2K song that came on, I slowly slipped her bikini off.

I heard her moan a little and then giggle. Nevertheless she stepped out of it and continued dancing, this time spreading herself a little wider so that I could see that pretty shaven pussy open up from the back. I was so turned on by this girl it wasn't even funny. I began to rub her ass and slide my hands up and down her smooth skin. Then I did something that she never saw coming. As she bent over in front of me, I spread her ass cheeks open and stuck my tongue out to taste her little hole. I heard her gasp and felt her shudder as I worked my tongue inside of her. She backed up into me, allowing me closer access to her body. I reached beneath her and tweaked her tits as she did this.

"Ooh, you didn't tell me you was so nasty." She groaned as I fucked her ass with my tongue.

When I pulled my tongue out of her, I began to spread her pussy open, seeing the delicious moist pinkness of her insides. I licked and sucked at her lips and she moaned loudly. Then I slid my tongue into her hot juicy core. She cried out in both pleasure and surprise as I fucked her with my tongue, reaching up to play with the folds of her clit.

I did this slowly, digging my fingertips in her clit gently, softly pulling at the folds. With my other hand I'd undone my pants and had begun to stroke my dick up and down. Before I knew it she was yelping in pleasure as she came into my mouth. It had been so long since I tasted a girls cunt that I almost came myself when her girl juice rushed into my mouth.

I let her come down from her high, but before she could even move again, I'd stood up and quickly slid right up in her. It was easy after she'd cum, like a hot knife through butter. She moaned as I eased in and hit bottom, arching her back and grabbing tightly onto the chair in front of her for balance.

I stroked in and out of her slowly, grabbing her hips, talking dirty to her, "You like that huh? You like being fucked doggystyle?"

"Umm hmm." She murmured, throwing her head back and cursing, "Give me that dick, give it to me baby-shit."

"Yeah I'm taking this pussy, this is some good ass pussy you got here girl." and it was. It was warm, tight, and responsive. I could feel the subtlety of her muscles milking me as I thrust in and out of her. She was cumming still.

"God!" She screamed out like she was in church, "Yes Gilvan, fuck me, fuck the shit out of me!"

I took that as my cue. I grabbed her by the shoulders and banged the hell out hell out of her, tearing out her back as she screamed like she was being murdered. I've never been with a girl who was this loud before. Well I have, but that bitch was annoying. Faking totally. I could tell that Pepper was being real with me. She was a freak.

Our skin slapped together furiously as we sweated onto each other's bodies, I pounded her back out and she screamed for more. I couldn't help myself, I felt the pressure build up inside of me, and I was about to cum. I was about to pull out and cum until she yelled, "Make me cum again! Please!"

So, I had a duty to perform. I banged her harder and faster, gritting my teeth trying hard not to bust as I flicked the tip of her clit with my middle finger rapidly.

"AAAHHH, SHIT!" She hollered out as she came all over my cock, her walls closing in and then releasing, milking the hell out of my dick. I tried the ride the rest of her orgasm out, but I couldn't. I pulled out and skeeted all over her round cinnamon toned ass, pumping out every last bit of cum furiously until it seemed like there was nothing left.

I collapsed on the couch, leaning back breathing in deeply. I felt her next to me, resting her head on my lap. Surprisingly I found myself stroking her bare shoulder blades with affection.

"I really needed that." We both said in unison. That was strange. We looked at each other and laughed. And then she told me why she needed that release, why she was so stressed. She told me everything, so I got a clearer picture of whey she was there in the first place. There were a lot of things I wanted to tell her, but I didn't get a chance to.

My sister and Carlotta walked into the living room with groceries. Mia dropped bags on the floor. Carlotta just stood there looking stupid. I guess they didn't know how to react, seeing Pepper butt naked on the couch, laying her head in my lap, loud hip hop blaring in the background.

"What the hell?" Mia yelled. Pepper jerked up and tried covering herself.

"Oh my God I'm sorry."

Carlotta turned off the radio, "I guess we have a little party going on here huh?"

"Pepper don't have to apologize, " I said standing up and tucking myself back into my pants. "These two should be apologizing."

Pepper looked at me strangely as she put her bikini back on.

"What are you talking about?" Mia raged, "You come into my house, take advantage of my houseguest, and I'M supposed to be the one who's-"

"Stop it Mia," Carlotta said putting a hand on my sister's shoulder. "I know what this is about."

"Yeah, of course you do. I hope you're not mad that I fucked your little friend here. You know the way you fucked me over."

"Gil, please." Carlotta said grabbing the bags she had put down on the piano, "I know how y'all Rubins get down. I'm not going to have some dramatic confrontation until someone breaks down and cry. R-E, you." She winked, "You know me Gil. That just ain't my style." She said walking to the kitchen.

I followed behind her, "Oh of course, you're too damned cool for that right?"

She put the bags down on the counter. I noticed Pepper ducking her head into the kitchen as Mia stormed in.

"Look Gil. You two are grown ass people. I don't have a problem with it okay? Next time take it behind closed doors though."

"No fuck that!" Mia said getting all up in my face, "What are you doing here anyway!" "What you thought you weren't ever going to see me again?"

"Not in my house."

"You thought that you and Carlotta would live happily ever after, and that you'd never have to see me again? You'd avoid me? Avoid your guilt?"

"I don't feel guilty about anything."

"Of course you don't. Yet you have the gall to be upset with me like I did something wrong."

"You should feel guilty about disrespecting my house."

"Disrespect? You mean the way you both disrespected me?"

"I had Carlotta first! You had my sloppy seconds!"

"Oh my God," I heard Pepper saying, no doubt putting two and two together.

"That's enough y'all." Carlotta stood between Mia and me. "Now Gil, " She turned to me, "I'm sorry if I didn't leave things off in the right way. When I was doing what I did with you, I was being real stupid about it, wasn't considering your feelings. You shouldn't have gotten a brush off on the phone."

"So what?" Mia scoffed, "He KNEW what it was all about when y'all messed around. It's not your fault he got caught up."

Carlotta held out a hand to calm her, "Either way, I'm sorry, if that's what you came here for."

She was pissing me off, trying to be so understanding and diplomatic. She wouldn't even give me the satisfaction of an argument.

Meanwhile I saw Pepper's face. She seemed different than before, more pensive, and a little sad. I didn't really understand this when she was so happy and carefree just moments before.

"Well anyway. I just came here to say goodbye. Not really to Mia, but to you." We made eye contact, "I cared about you. That's the only reason why."

I started to walk away. "Where are you going?" Mia demanded.

"I'm going back to Colorado. And I never want to see you again."

I saw the anger on her face turn into some sort of befuddled distress, "Why are you being like this?"

"You get everything you want. Now I know what Nia was talking about all those years. You get everything, even things you don't really want."

I didn't let any tears fall until I'd left her house. I was halfway down the hill, on my way to her car when it all came crashing down on me. The person I love didn't love me back, and never would. So why can't I stop loving her?



I found him in his dark room. I'd just come in from a meeting with Vanessa, my literary agent. Congratulations were in order. I'd just finished my second novel. I was feeling good and wanted to see James so badly.

"Hey booger bear." I put my arms around him as he sat on a stool stooped over an illuminated table, a bed of light where he looked at his stuff through. He had one of those round little magnifying glasses that photographers use to look at proofs. This is what he was doing when I spoke to him. Instead of greeting me with a smile or even some semblance of warmness, he grunted an acknowledgement and didn't move a muscle.

"What's wrong? I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" Artists can be moody, even James. Walking up into their darkrooms without warning wasn't necessarily the best thing to do.

He sighed. I noticed that he was wearing his glasses and a little wool skullcap, with a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. He'd probably been home all day.

"It's not you."

"What?"

"These proofs are shitty. I'm so angry. They had me shoot in Malibu, then all the way in Honolulu and not one good shot. Everything's awkward."

I looked at the tiny pictures printed on several black thin filmy sheets. I saw a bunch of pretty girls making several pretentious poses but I didn't know what they were supposed to be doing. I just assumed they were okay. But what did I know?

"First of all there were the girls. Not a single one of them knew how to take direction, to give me what I wanted. Second of all the production crew.they half-assed the lighting and everything else. I told them I'd find some people myself and set things up, but nooooo, they had to have this absolutely right now."

"So what's going on?"

"I scanned the proofs and emailed them to the editor. She calls me back, asking if I can find just a few useable photos and "work with them" so that they get something more compelling. You know, redeveloping, or Photoshop or whatever. But truthfully this is uninspired, I just want to give up on this one."

I patted him on the head. He really took this stuff seriously. And so did the fashion editor at most of these hoity toity magazines. He was shooting an editorial. Big big stuff. I could understand his frustration.

"You can't do anything?"

"Well there's something I can do, and there's something these guys want to do.they're flying some models in from New York as we speak. We're going to do a fast ramshackle shoot right here in LA and hope for the best."

"So all that flying around to Hawaii and all those damned hours you put in shooting were for nothing?"

"Well." He said folding his arms, "That's what they pay me for. And they are paying me a lot." He grabbed me and started talking into my stomach like he usually does, "Gotta get your college fund up to par, right mate?"

He looked up at me finally smiling, "So how was your day?"

"It was good until now." I whined, "You have to go back out there and re-shoot? But what about that party? I don't want to be there by myself."

"I swear," He held up his hand, "I'll be there. I'll meet you there at seven okay? Scout's honor."

"You were never a boy scout." I said leaning into him.

"It's never too late," He said hugging me. "Listen," He said looking up at me, "I have to be going soon, but I figured you were in the mood for a quickie."

I smiled, "Oh? How'd you figure that out?"

He stood up and lifted me onto a table, "I figured it was your turn."

I playfully rolled my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck, "You know I don't like to cum fast. And you don't have the time to get me all worked up without me wanting to wear you out."

"Oh well maybe I can wear you out?"

I laughed.

"You don't like cumming fast, but I know I can make you," he said kissing on my neck. I was immediately wet once he did this.

"You wanna make a bet?" I whispered in his ear.

He snickered as he kissed my collarbone, unbuttoning the first few buttons on my shirt until my bra was visible. He looked into my eyes and began to touch my sensitive breasts through my bra. I hissed at the tenderness of my nipples and because the warmth of his hands felt good.

He concentrated now on my skirt, hiking it up and then reaching underneath. I felt his fingertips skimming my thighs, reaching for my panties. I lifted up to help him pull them off and slide them off of my legs.

As he suddenly moved up towards me, he stared into my eyes piercingly. I had no idea how his fingers managed to slide into my pussy that quickly at that exact moment. He fucked me with his fingers and thumbed my clit.

I moaned into his mouth as I felt my knees quaver with pleasure. If I had been standing, I surely would've fell. He knew just how to touch me.

I reached behind me and undid my bra, and though my shirt was still on, my breasts bounced free, the air on my nipples sending more shockwaves of pleasure to my pussy.

He took the hint, and began to gently suck my tits as he fingered me, swirling his tongue around each of my nipples. I squirmed and moaned, afraid he was going to be right. It had barely been three minutes since we started and I was almost ready to blow.

He pulled away from me and got on his knees. I watched him as he sucked all of my juices off of his fingers. I knew what was going to happen next, and I wanted it so bad I could taste it.

He spread my legs, and began to lap at my hard and swollen clit.

I hissed and arched my back, throwing my hair over my shoulder, "Damn James, you're so good."

He slid two of his long slender fingers inside of me as he licked my clit, taking big flat strokes of his tongue and nuzzling it, pressing hard against my pelvic bone. I rocked hard against his face, wanting to cum so badly.

He sensed this. As I grabbed his head and rocked back and forth on his face he pistoned his fingers rapidly in and out of me. I moaned and groaned knowing I was close, so close.

Finally, I could feel my own walls closing in on his fingers as I threw my head back and whimpered in complete surrender to the long hard orgasm he was giving me. My juices poured onto his face and he didn't stop licking or fucking me with his fingers until the muscles in my pussy slowly stopped spasming.

When he was done, he came up for air, and I grabbed his face and kissed him, licking all my wetness from around his face savage and hungry.

"Oh so you like the taste of that do you?" He asked as he kissed me, our tongues swirling around each other. "Hmm.that's interesting."

"What's interesting?"

"I can't tell you now. I have to go." He said stroking my hair, "Maybe I'll tell you at the party tonight."

I gave him one more kiss, "Be there. I won't stay without you."

"You know you can count on me Love. Always."

I believed him.



It was four-thirty in the afternoon. I was at Jeff's girlfriend's house wasting time until that stupid "party". He and she were basically still getting dressed. They were acting like this was a big deal. And my brother was just as bad as this chick. I shook my head as I had a beer in her living room, thinking about how Mia had no idea that Jeffrey was dating her therapist. It would drive her mad. I was basically the only one who really knew what was going on even though he told me Carlotta had caught them together in the park but had no idea who Anne was. I'd met Anne just because Jeff had wanted me to. I suppose he wanted to have someone to gloat to about his new relationship.

I told him everything about the confrontation between my sister and my parents. He couldn't believe it himself. A lesbian sister, a sister who-lets face it we were all kind of thinking it-we thought might have been a lesbian, actually pregnant and all coupled up.

"I think I've found something!" I heard Anne yell. She walked out into the living room a short yet flowing red gown with spaghetti straps. It was sort of like what a formal summer dress would look like. It looked good on her. For a little Japanese girl Anne had the shape to fill it out. She was tiny, five foot two inches tall, and a pear shaped body. She had light brown hair that was cut in long layers, but barely skimmed her shoulders. The top part of her body was more delicate than her bottom with her well-toned arms and b-cup smallish breasts. She had a small waist and wide hips that spread outward. She was thicker from the waist down, thick yet toned thighs and curvy calves with tiny ankles. She was really something. My brother had done alright for himself.

Anne was still wearing her gold-rimmed glasses. It looked good with the red dress.

"I just wanted a second opinion. Jeff said it was fine. He thinks everything is fine. Of course I'll be wearing my contacts tonight."

"I didn't say it was okay," My brother said as he entered the room. Jeff looked exactly like me, except for the short fro and the slightly scruffy goatee. He was a little softer around the middle than I was but he was still skinny and muscular, just like me. He was wearing a dark washed pair of jeans with dark Kenneth Cole shoes and a black button down shirt with thin white pinstripes. He was attaching the platinum cufflinks Anne had given him when he said, "I said you looked damn good."

"You say that about everything Jeff."

"But it's the truth." They sort of nuzzled noses and I sort of got sick to my stomach.

Anne laughed, "I'm sorry we're being mushy." She knew about the drama with Carlotta and I. She knew about everything, that's why she had to drop Mia as a patient. Mia had no idea why. She didn't see it coming. I heard she cried her eyes out like a baby begging Anne to keep her on as a patient. Anne didn't lie, she just didn't tell her the truth. All she said was that it wasn't anything personal against her, and that she was most likely moving her practice far away. Then Anne had to avoid her calls and pages like the plague.

"So you spoke to Mia today right?" Anne asked. Jeff gave her a look. He knew she was just making herself guilty again about what she had to do.

"Anne don't worry about her. She's got it all. She's just not happy until she's got what everyone else has."

Jeff gave me a sideways look, "Well, he's right Anne. Don't torture yourself."

She shook her head, "You're right. Besides once we're in New York things will be different." She gave him a once over, "Are you gonna wear that? I have to change. This is too formal. We'll look mismatched."

"That's right you'll have to change. I'm done." Jeff then looked at me, "Is that what you're wearing dude?"

"Yeah, so what?" I was wearing a white button down shirt and some jeans with a pair of Diesel sneakers. "This whole thing could be bogus and you all are making a big deal of it."

"It's kind of exciting though." Anne said, "Oh honey are you sure I'll be able to get in without an invitation of my own? It didn't say anything about bringing guests."

"Wherever I go, you go, that's how it's going to be from now on. Get used to it."

Oh please. Someone just shoot me. After this party, Colorado here I come.



I looked at the clock. It was a quarter to five. The party was at seven. The only reason I was watching the time, was because I was contemplating visiting the doctor really quick. My stomach was killing me, and I felt light headed and feverish. Under normal circumstances this wouldn't have bothered me, but being with child and all, I was sort of worried. I tried calling Mia, "Are we leaving together or what?"

"I'm still at the boutique. I'm getting fitted for this dress."

"This is not the Oscar's"

"I know but I got caught up. Believe me I'll walk in there casual sheik and it will be to die for. I don't know how much longer they are going to take though. Do you want to meet me here?"

"I don't feel good. Do I have to go?"

She sucked her teeth, "What's wrong?"

"My stomach, its hurting."

"How?"

"Like a bellyache."

"You've probably got gas. Welcome to pregnancy."

"But I feel kind of light headed and feverish."

"Number one I'm willing to bet dollars to donuts you didn't eat today, and you usually don't without James telling you too. Two, you are always hot. Even as little kids, you used to brush up against me on the chilliest of days and it would feel like you were burning me."

"You're right. I forgot to eat. I'll get an Ensure or something. I haven't been very hungry lately."

"Eat something. Take a quick nap. Get yourself together and if you're not at Paul's by seven, then I'll meet you at the party."

"The party is at seven."

"Fashionably Late Nia. Ever heard of it?"



I did like Mia told me to. I ate half of a turkey sandwich and some salad. I took a shower, laid out my clothes and then I took a nap. After that I lay down and though my stomach cramped up a little, I was fine.

Here's the thing. Have you ever woken up, feeling hot and sticky, like not enough water in the world could get you clean? If you've ever woken up, your bed sheets soaked with blood, the source from between your legs, you'd know exactly what I'm saying.

I tried calling people. I left Mia a message. I kept getting some weird busy signal for James. By the time I decided to buckle down and call my parents the ambulance was here.



The address for the party was in the West side of town at what seemed like a normal house for these parts. When Jeff, Anne and I rang the doorbell, we were greeted by a butler who took our jackets and bowed stiffly. "You're wanted in the banquet room, three doors to your left." Looking around the house, it seemed everything was done in 30's Art Deco style. Talk about your old Hollywood glamour. The lighting was dark and moody. When we entered the double doors, we were greeted with soft lighting and grand chandeliers and soft dark rich fabric covered seating that ran along the entire perimeter of the room. There were tables and couches and candles lit, food and wine on a credenza, and even a billiard table, but no one else here.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I'd asked.

"This is kind of scary." Once Anne said that, I knew that it had to be. I didn't know her for very long but I knew she wasn't the "grab your boyfriend when the scary part comes on in the movie" kind of girl. She was the, "Analyze the logical circumstances in which this stupid shit could really happen," kind of girl.

We were all startled when the double doors opened again, but it wasn't someone we expected to see.

Pepper entered in a red stunning halter style dress that sparkled just a little, and seemed to match the red high lights in her spiky pixie cut hairstyle. She looked at us mortified, and then quickly ran back out again.

"Who was that?" Jeff asked.

"I know her, I'll be right back."

I'd finally caught up with her outside on the porch, "What's going on Pepper? Why'd you run out of there?"

"I'm way too early. I thought Carlotta and Mia'd be here. I was supposed to meet them."

"On your own, no one watching you?"

"A friend of Carlotta is watching me right now. He's a cop."

"So where are you going?"

"I'll wait out here."

"Did you have to run out of there?"

"I didn't know you were gonna be here, plus it looked so spooky inside."

"Why'd you run from me?"

"I didn't want to see you." She said starting to walk off, "Maybe I'll just go home.

"Wait." I said, confused about why she was angry with me and suddenly caring why. "Let's talk for a minute. My car is right there."

She looked at me strangely.

"Your cop can see my car clearly. Come on."

She sighed and whipped a small two-way radio phone out of her purse, "Calvin, I'm just sitting with Mia's brother in his car. Everything's cool." She then looked at me and then said, "I don't know what you wanna talk about, but you got like five minutes."

"My car" was actually Anne's convertible, but explaining that would've taken a lot longer. I opened the door but she didn't get in. "It's a drop top. What's the difference if were still outside?"

I shrugged, semantics. "What's your problem with me? You embarrassed because of earlier?"

"Carlotta told me I didn't have to be embarrassed."

"So what, are you like angry with me?"

"The only reason you did anything with me is so Carlotta could catch us doing something. You wanted to get back at her for whatever y'all went through. Like when you said you fucked her 'little friend', like I was nothing but a piece of ass you was using to get back at her?"

I shook my head, "You know I didn't mean that."

"No I didn't. I don't know you."

"You don't." I took her hand, "And I don't know you. But I can already tell you're good people. I'm just a little crazy over Carlotta. I didn't mean all that stuff."

She tried not to smile as she looked down at her feet.

"So are we cool now?"

"I guess so."

"So walk with me, back to the party."

She took my hand and off we went.



And Carlotta and I have finally arrived. She was wearing a crisp button down shirt, well fitted might I add, and I also convinced her to wear.GASP a skirt! It was dark denim with a rust wash down the front of it and had a matching jacket with a snap collar. She wore black leather calf booties that were in the style of a Diesel sneaker.

She wore a gray gabardine news cap and her hair flowed down her shoulders. I put just a little lip-gloss on her to show off those pretty lips I loved sucking, and I made her wear big silver hoop earrings. She'd asked me why I wanted her so gussied up, and why she had to wear a skirt. I told her that I thought her legs were sexy, and they were.

"You met me butch don't try to change me."

"Stop whining it's only for tonight." Tonight, just in case Gil had taken to stalking us again, he could see his lovely vixen in her full glory and know that he couldn't have her. But I didn't expect to see him at this party. I supposed he was packing his bags for Colorado at this moment, and if he wanted to be a total bitch to me because he couldn't get what I had, then fine.

I was wearing my hair pulled into a side chignon at the right nape of my neck. I was wearing a billowy yet sexy black off the shoulder blouse, with elastic rutching at the waist so that it gathered and showed off my navel. With that, I wore a hip hugging, thigh clinging dark denim mini skirt accessorized with a thin white belt. To complete the outfit I wore white slouch boots with a high thin heel and a pointy toe.

We looked so good together. I wondered what Nia was wearing? I knew I shouldn't have let her try to come by herself. Who knew what the girl would throw on?

After we entered he dark dimly lit house, I began to get excited. This whole thing was a big mystery and who knew how it would end.



"Sweety, could you help me find the bathroom?" I heard Anne ask Jeff once Pepper and I were back. "I don't want to go alone."

"Okay," He said grabbing her hand, "We'll be right back." They left the room and I wondered myself where the hell the bathroom could be.

"I think there's a bathroom in that corner of the room," Pepper said, walking over to the part of the room, which was elevated by a single step, "Look, in there."

"They'll be back," I said looking around anxiously. Whatever was going to happen needed to happen soon. The butler had already came in and said our host was running a little late, but that we should enjoy the food and wine and champagne in the meantime. If nothing new happened in the next ten minutes, I was contemplating going home.



When we entered the room, I was beaming from ear to ear, awaiting hiding paparazzi, because after all, perhaps this was one big publicity stunt waiting to happen. But what I saw shocked me even more, "Gil!"

He rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath.

"Everywhere I go! Everywhere WE go!" I motioned between Carlotta and I. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"I was invited you dingbat. Pepper already told me you were coming. She got here early. The only reason I didn't leave is because of her."

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Cool it baby." I felt my girl touch my shoulders, "Let's find out what this is about.look sit over here, and I'll get you something to drink."

"Okay, fine." I said as Carlotta walked over to the table with the drinks. I saw Pepper standing awfully close to Gil, "Oh Peps, come on over I want to talk to you."

She looked nervous as she gave Gil a little look and approached me. I patted the space next to me for her to sit, "So did you find the place alright?" I could sense Gil watching me the whole time. He wasn't going to get his hands on Pepper, or Carlotta if I have anything to do with it.



Not that I'm exactly into Pepper like that, but this bitch was cock blocking all the way. She was so petty it was making my blood boil. And she's supposed to be my "big" sister. Whatever.

I looked at Carlotta pouring glasses of champagne. She gave me a little gangsta nod in acknowledgement. At least she didn't ignore me. But it annoyed me how so damn cool she was. I couldn't believe how good she looked. She was showing off those strong shapely legs. Of course, there was no way she was wearing a real heel but she still looked good. I could've sworn I saw something on her lips too, but maybe it was just the lighting. Damn she looked so sexy over there, and she didn't even know it. Did Mia do this on purpose? Was this a set up? Of course she was the one behind Carlotta's clothes tonight, but did she know I was going to be here, just to rub it in my face?

I saw Mia get up to go to the restroom that Pepper found, and I was just about to go over and sit next to her when, out of nowhere, seemingly the shadows, a person entered from the head of the room from a clandestine entrance on the left. She was tall, slender and had the most striking hazel green eyes. That's when I realized who it was.

Roanelle. We all looked up in awe and surprise as she sauntered down the step and walked to the center of the room. She was still as beautiful as she ever was. She had smooth dark mocha skin that seemed to glisten. A head full of soft curly tiny ringlets piled on top of her head, light brown, bordering on blonde, with lighter highlights mixed in. She had on makeup that accentuated her slanted hazel-green eyes and her five foot ten inches had added height with the heels she wore with her aquamarine sexy dress with a dangerously low plunging neckline.

"I'm so glad that you could make it to my party." She said in that alluring Sudanese accent, grinning wide, making her red painted lips look almost obscene.

"What are you doing here?" I heard Carlotta ask, "I thought you'd gone back home to the UK."

"I thought I'd stay awhile and throw something in honor of the people who've helped, how do you say? Ruin my life."

"Fuck is this all about?"

"Oh Carlotta, our darling dyke in residence. So nice to see you again. Have all of you had some champagne and or wine?"

I went and got myself another drink. I was going to need it.

Anne and Jeff finally came back into the room giggling, but they stopped instantly when they saw who was in the middle of the room.

"Damn." Jeff cursed.

"Honey what's wrong? Who's that?" Anne asked.

Roanelle, the only person capable of loving more attention than my sister, went over to them to continue her theatrics. "He knows me well. So does his brother Gil." She turned to me and I downed more champagne.

"Tell everyone how I know you Jeffrey."

"Everyone knows Roanelle. Give it up." I heard Carlotta say.

"I don't know." Pepper said meekly.

Roanelle turned to her, "What? A tiny vision of pure loveliness aren't we? Where did you find this one Carlotta? She's practically jailbait."

My sister re-entered, "Watch your mouth bitch. I'm Carlotta's girl, so get it right."

I saw Anne and Jeff's faces paralyze with shock and fear when they saw Mia.

"You're a lot more feisty since that time we got clean in your shower darling."

"You're the whole reason shit got messed up."

Roanelle lifted her eyes as if to think and pressed a finger to her cheek, "Oh what a funny thing you say, because I was just about to say the same thing about all of you, excepting this little lovely one and that pretty little Asian thing over there."

My sister looked over into their direction, "Dr. Hiroshu? Jeffrey? What are you two doing here? Doc, you totally dropped me and we haven't spoken in forever." She looked at Roanelle, "Why'd you invite all of us here? How do you know my therapist?"

Roanelle shrugged, "I don't." She said, walking over and grabbing a pre-poured glass of wine, "She must be someone's date. Ask her what she's doing here."

Mia looked at her, "You're here with someone? One of these people?"

Anne could hardly look her in the eye.

"Fuck this." I heard Jeff say under his breath, "The truth is, that she's with me. We're together. That's why she had to drop you as a patient."

I heard Mia make a sharp whimpering noise as she dropped her purse on the floor. She continued this way for maybe thirty more seconds. If only for this moment, I'm glad that I decided to come.

"How? Why? When?"

Jeffrey told her all of the details. He also told her that he'd told Anne everything about the Rubin siblings, so it was nothing that she didn't know.

"Of course there was nothing she didn't know!" My sister said with tears in her eyes, "It was MY job to tell her! I paid her to listen!" Carlotta walked over to her and helped her sit down. "Here, drink this baby." She gave my sister a glass of champagne and rubbed her back to comfort her as if she were a sick child.

"How could you Dr. Hiroshu?" She shook her head, "You've violated so many damned codes I don't know where to begin. You had sex with my brother? You met him for a session and had sex with him? You have a fianc‚!"

"Not anymore." Jeff said.

She looked between the two of us, Jeff and I and said, "I can't believe this. My two brothers. And I can't trust them as far as I can throw them. They always want something that's mine. Mine!"

"Shut up." I said. "You've got everything. Get another therapist."

"Fuck you Gilvan."

"Stop this, just stop." Anne said, "Listen we can be rational about this. The truth was about to come out anyway."

"You lied, and said you were moving your practice just so you could drop me. Don't you know I needed you? Where were you?"

I laughed at her little performance and I saw Pepper give me a scolding glance.

"Its not a lie." Jeffrey said, "She's coming back with me as soon as she can."

"Let me get this straight," Mia stood, "You're choosing him, over me?" She shook her head in disbelief.

"C'mon don't act like this Mi." I heard Jeff say softly. "We just want to be happy. No one was trying to hurt you."

Roanelle clasped her hands together, "Oooh this is juicier than I thought it would be. So the doctor is your woman? Do you want to try telling her how you know me again?"

"I've got an idea, how about we all just walk out right now." Carlotta said.

"No." Anne said, "What's going on between you two?" She looked at Jeff.

"There's nothing going on."

"Not now." Roanelle teased.

"For God's sake." I said not wanting to prolong this any longer, "We had a threesome with Roanelle."

Anne looked up at Jeff in bewilderment.

"It was back when we weren't together-together. When you and Evan-"

"Oh." She said, sitting down herself, "I suppose you had a life too. You couldn't just wait on me forever right?"

"Oh, is that all the response I'm going to get?" Roanelle pouted.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?" Carlotta asked, looking up at her from where she still comforted Mia, "You were the only one cheating on your man and that was the day after you cheated on him before in another threesome."

"As I recall, you were in that threesome too."

"So what?" Mia said, "You're so stupid. You think that this little 'party' where you blow everyone's spot up is going to ruin some lives?"

"You made me lose the love of my life."

"It's no one else's fault that you were a whore. You ever stop to think of the fact that maybe it wasn't just the whoring around, because James knew you were doing it before, but maybe it was because he just got tired of you and your bullshit?" Carlotta said now standing up.

"Ahh, and I remember why I invited you." She said, sort of tottering around and waving her hands histrionically. "You think I don't know it was you who helped my poor innocent James set me up and torture me in that little sex chamber?"

"You got what you wanted and what you deserved." We all turned around to see James standing there, but without Nia.

Roanelle's whole expression changed and softened. Her eyes began to well up with moisture. She almost whispered, "James."

"What's the meaning of all of this?"

"You're the meaning." She said, a certain edge coming over in her voice. "I wanted to see you, and talk to you and your wonderful friends." she motioned around the room, "At least one more time."

"What do you want to say?" He said, the calmest of us all with his arms crossed.

"I've heard you're back with Nia. You and your precious, precious pregnant Nia. Where is she?"

He looked around the room, "Has anyone seen her anyway?"

We all shook our heads no.



In the hospital, my doctor was telling me there was nothing more to be done. He had to run some tests. I didn't want to hear that. I didn't want to hear any of it.

All I wanted was James.

I called and called, and called. He was probably at the party by now. I was stuck here. The nurses tried calling my parents. Surprise, surprise, they weren't home. She told me she left messages on their cell phones. They want to be involved so bad, but when shit gets rough, they get going.

All I wanted was James.

It's amazing how easy it is to just up and leave a hospital these days when you are a patient. Let's face it, there was no point in me staying overnight. Out of instinct, I'd brought the clothes I was going to wear for the party. I put these on and walked out as if everything were normal.

So here I was, standing outside, dizzy and weak, wondering if he was inside.



"Well since she's not here yet, I have a few things to tell you anyway about your precious perfect Nia."

He just stood on the defensive, with his arms crossed, but the expression on his face was knowing as if he knew she was full of shit, and that he was ready for her to sling it.

"Did you know what your little turtle dove did to her own twin sister? She set her up to have forced sex with that," She pointed to Carlotta, "-lesbian over there. She was traumatized by it, she was."

"How'd you find out about that?" Mia asked.

"You people all say things and you think that I don't listen do you?" She sneered at my sister.

"Some trauma." James said coolly, "They're together now."

Even I thought it was gonna be some shit when Roanelle revealed that. But James acted as if he already knew. That's when it occurred to me that he did. If that was the biggest thing he had over Nia, then this joke of a woman didn't have a chance in ruining things.

"Oh yes? You're smart right? Well did you know that she did something even you can't just shrug away?"

James scoffed and shook his head, "I'm getting really tired of this okay? Really tired. You're nothing but a bitter bird who's mad 'cause she doesn't have me by the bollocks any longer. So what?"

At that moment, Nia finally came into the room. She looked a little dazed and there was something strange about her face. She was wearing a short beige trench coat with a boutonniere, a flower made out of the same hot pink fabric that her sweater was made out of. She wore jeans and a hot pink pair of pumps.

"Nia!" Several people exclaimed at once. James went over and hugged her tightly, "I was worried about you Love."

"You won't want to hug her when I tell you this." Roanelle said seething with jealousy.

"What's this all about?" Nia asked, softly, looking around the room, seeming overwhelmed. "I thought this was a party?"

"It is a party, thrown by yours truly." Roanelle smiled in a sinister way. "And it's just getting started."

"No!" Mia stood up and shouted, as if she knew what Roanelle would say. "Be a decent person for once."

"I've been called all but decent by you folks. Which is ironic. I might get around a lot but at least I don't bugger my own family. Isn't that right Nia?"

Everyone looked at her including James. He had this strange confused and frightened look that even broke my heart. I looked over at Jeff who looked over at Anne. All three of us knew and in fact everyone knew, saving Pepper and most importantly James.

"What's she talking about?"

Nia touched her forehead and said, "There's something else that you don't know."

"Yes, she fucked her own brother. Jeffrey."

I tried to figure out how she knew this. She seemed to be reading my mind because she said, "Remember that little threesome at your party?" Mia and Carlotta's facial expressions immediately changed as if they knew what she was talking about. "You mentioned it in the heat of your lovers quarrel. I put two and two together, much in the same way I figured out what the "highway incident" was about."

I saw Mia slap herself in the forehead and Carlotta suck her teeth and ball up her fist.

"And think about it. When exactly did this little thing happen? Around the same time Nia found out she was pregnant. Makes you wonder. Is that really her baby or yours James?"

Everyone sighed a collective and disgusted gasp. Not necessarily at Nia, but at Roanelle for stooping this low.

"We know its not Jeff's baby." Mia said. "The timing was completely off." She gave Nia a look of desperation, and then looked at James, "It wasn't her fault! She was even knocked out at the time, it was my fault."

"And mine." Jeffrey spoke up.

James scoffed and shook his head, "So every girl I get you're gonna fuck? Is that it?"

I heard Nia groan and then she began to sob softly. I couldn't take it anymore. I walked over to and put my arms around her shoulders. Even this supposed wonderful superhuman James wasn't comforting her. In fact he looked at her as if she were a grotesque stranger. And he didn't sound forgiving at all.

"This is true? Huh? You all knew?"

I saw Pepper shaking her head no. I wonder what she was thinking throughout all of this.

"God damn it!" James flipped over a table near him, gave everyone one last look and just left.

"No, don't leave me!" Nia cried out, running after him.

Most of us stood up as if we were going to go after them both but we were most intrigued by Mia, who ran after Roanelle and began clawing at her.

Everyone gasped again and there was chaos as Jeff and Carlotta tried to separate the two. Once they were separated, Mia began to scream and curse her out, "You are the most vilest, most hateful disgusting person I've ever-"

"Shit." I heard Carlotta say, "My pager's buzzing. I've gotta go"

"How did your pager work in here?" Roanelle asked. Carlotta ignored the odd question.

"C'mon, lets go, I want to make sure you get home." Carlotta said to Mia.

"Don't worry, go ahead, I'll get us home. Calvin will take us." Pepper said.

"Okay, 'cause I really gotta run. Its about that time Peps." She gave Pepper a wink and I knew it had to be about that case. She gave Mia a kiss and hustled on out of there.

Pepper kept trying to pull Mia away but Mia was still trying to get at Roanelle. "You bitch!"

"Let's go, we have to find out about your sister."

"Its too late." Roanelle said. "No one's leaving." Every entrance in this room is shut tight. The windows are gated. Your cell phones, probably wont work. There's no one to call.

"What the hell are you talking about Roanelle?" I asked.

"Most of you don't know about The Cure." She smiled slyly, "But it was in every bottle of champagne and wine on that table. It was also lined around some of your glasses. In a few minutes, you'll all be destroyed by the thing that consumes, obsesses and terrifies you the most. Your own sexualities run wild."



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