The BOOK of RENEE Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

The BOOK of RENEE Ch. 05

... betrayed me?" The voice was muffled and weak.

"Open the door."

"You said you chose me; I'm supposed to be yours, now."

"Come on, open the door Honey so we can talk."

"No."

"I tried to... save you." Her weeping continued unabated, making Jaquan anxious, getting louder as he kept fidgeting with the doorknob. He leaned into the door at an angle, increasingly desperate to see her. Jaquan could hear some movement on the other side of the frayed, weathered wood making the chipped paint on its surface fleck off from his effort. Honey sniffled and sobbed, bumping around inside.

"Maybe this will help." Jaquan flinched at the sudden appearance of Daisy Mae at his back close enough that there was no room between them. She was holding a large metal key ring with several keys attached. He stopped what he was doing as she casually went through the keys finding one to unlock the door. The was a shriek out of the blue as Daisy Mae unlocked and pushed the bedroom door open.

The room was barebone with a large bed at its center. There was a fleeting glimpse of one of Honey's legs from the calve down quickly slipping under this thick dingy looking comforter. She'd climbed under the covers hidden from view as he looked to Daisy Mae, finding her smiling leaning against the wall staring at him, relaxed. The floor of the room was littered with various odds and ends, and scores of clothes. Honey's weeping carried into the outside corridor as he looked at Daisy Mae again.

"Go ...

... on inside, help her out." Jaquan's brow furrowed as she sort of nodded in the direction of the open door. Honey flopped out face down under the comforter with her huge butt looking like a mini hill.

Jaquan glanced back at Daisy Mae who was biting her lower lip stifling a chuckle. His gaze drifted down finding an obscene gesture as she used a pointer finger to demonstrate her meaning, poking it between her opposite thumb and forefinger. For a brief instant, he recalled the horrific brawl in that field.

Honey's sobbing was unending as he glanced down at the exposed sole of her right foot.

"Hey, it's okay." The tip of his pointer finger barely touched a toe making it disappear in a blur of motion. Jaquan could feel Daisy Mae's slanted eyes at his back, somehow feeling anxious and unsure of himself all over again while the middle child of the Kelly family seemed to have had all the rebellion beaten out of her with the bloody ham fists of a woman who gave him the same before taking him, too.

Jaquan impulsively snatched the comforter off the bed in a show of strength tossing it over his shoulder.

Honey was nude, faceplanted on the mattress, wild unkempt hair a big circular corona hiding her head.

Lying face down, the troubled middle Kelly presented a staggering visual of her thick, Rubenesque bottom heavy figure catching Jaquan off guard, despite his experiences since arriving. Her sun soaked; slightly weathered skin was a shade chalky looking but still rich enough ...