SEASON SISTAHS
My fiction writing comes from real-life events that have either happened to me or people I know. Due to my vigorous career in law enforcement, I witness bizarre incidents that happen to regular people that one might think you’d only see in movies or read in books. The citizens and situations I encounter inspire me to write good story lines. I am not claiming all the plots and stories in my writing are from 100 percent real-life events; however, some of them are.
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SEASON SISTAHS
My fiction writing comes from real-life events that have either happened to me or people I know. Due to my vigorous career in law enforcement, I witness bizarre incidents that happen to regular people that one might think you’d only see in movies or read in books. The citizens and situations I encounter inspire me to write good story lines. I am not claiming all the plots and stories in my writing are from 100 percent real-life events; however, some of them are.
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SEASON SISTAHS

SEASON SISTAHS

by Jermel Wilder
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My fiction writing comes from real-life events that have either happened to me or people I know. Due to my vigorous career in law enforcement, I witness bizarre incidents that happen to regular people that one might think you’d only see in movies or read in books. The citizens and situations I encounter inspire me to write good story lines. I am not claiming all the plots and stories in my writing are from 100 percent real-life events; however, some of them are.

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ISBN-13: 9781466974500
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
Publication date: 01/25/2013
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Season Sistahs


By Jermel Wilder

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2013 Jermel Wilder
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4669-7452-4


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CHAPTER 1

Winter


"Damn!" I'm almost bust my shit running up these damn stairs. I'm already running late due to Marlon.

My sisters and I were all meeting up at Elsa's to celebrate Autumn's birthday.

I'm usually the punctual one so I know I'll catch unnecessary hell for this one.


When I arrived to Elsa's I spotted my three sisters in the lounge area way in the back of the bar. Elsa's was a classy after work spot for people to enjoy over priced drinks, and also simmer down from the busy workday. It's slightly compact but it has a very clean and calm atmosphere.


"Hey ladies sorry I'm late." I said taking a seat next to Autumn. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and wished her happy birthday.


"Thanks hun." Autumn smiled.

"You look a little flushed dear sister, where you coming from?" Summer added with a catty tone. Summer was the middle sister and the most rambunctious one. She and I have been butting heads every since she could speak a word. I swore that girl came out of the womb talking shit.


"You are fine. Quit being bitchy now Summer, that's not what we're here for." Spring defended me. "But why are you running late? Inquiring minds want to know?" Spring pried. Spring was always the nosiest of us all. I'm sure it has something to do with her being the baby.


"Marlon held me up and that's all I'm saying." I said while directing my attention to the menu.

Summer giggled. "Well, well got a little quickie in before the outing huh."

"Can we please take the convo off of me now? It's Autumn's birthday, and today is her day. How does it feel to be twenty-six?"

"Do you have to ask? I'm officially out of my early and mid twenties so now I'm in the stage where I just want to get younger."

"Amen to that." Summer added.


The girls and I looked over our menus and we all put in our orders with the handsome waiter.

"Girl that white boy got a nice little tight ass." Summer said while he was walking away.

I rolled my eyes. "Summer girl hush."

"I'm just saying, just off looks alone I'll give him a tip ... a tip to how to do me right. Okay!" She raised her hand to give Spring a high five.

"Spring don't play into her ignorance." I stated.

"Oh lord." Autumn lowered her head because she could sense an argument about to brew.

"Ignorance? Who you callin' ignorant bitch?"

"Summer I am not one of your little hood friends who only go by that name. I am no one's bitch you got that." I pointed my finger at her.

"I'm not one of your little delinquent students either so don't be pointing at me like that." Summer threatened.


I really don't have a reason why Summer and I clash like we do. She's just always been the sister to give everyone a hard time. I get along with Autumn and Spring very well, and so does she, but the two of us just don't mesh. Summer is the total opposite of me; nymphomaniac, sassy, and just a big breasted, ghetto bitch. She has no respect for authority, and is completely self-centered. Summer's perspective on life is totally skewed. She has always used her body to get what she wants.


"Please girls can we act like ladies tonight. All we need is a few drinks and we'll be good. Besides no one commented on my hair today either." Autumn stated running her fingers through her French braids.


"Girl you know yo' doo is always done right."

"Duh ... I do it myself that's why." Autumn laughed. Autumn was blessed with our mother's sandy brown hair, and her lovely spirit if you ask me. She can be a bit naïve and timid but over all she got her stuff together.

"So where is Wesley? I'm sure he'll be waiting at home for you, to take you down?" Summer asked.

"Summer please girl," Autumn was shame of Summer's bluntness. "He's probably still at work but he said he'll be waiting up for me when I get home."

"Get it in girl ... get it in." Spring stated and I had to do a double take.

"Spring?"

Spring picked up her drink and took a sip. "I guess this wine is doing more than what I thought.

I couldn't help but be a little overbearing with Spring. She's like the spitting image of me, only with a flawless body with no body fat. Spring's dancing keeps her lean, fatless, and flexible. I on the other hand have the curves and some junk in my trunk.


When our meals came we ate and chatted about our current events in our life.

"So how's the car dealership Summer? The summer is over in a week so I know things are about to slow down." Autumn asked.

"Yeah thank God. I got some good sales this summer though. We're about to have our Labor Day sale, which really isn't beneficial to any of our customers."

"Well keep in mind next year is graduation so I advise you three all get together and try and get me a new set of wheels." Spring smiled and batted her eyelashes, a method that always worked on daddy, but never on any of us.

"Girl get back! That wine is really getting to you now!" Summer smiled.


"So how is the baby making process coming along?" Autumn brought that subject back up.

"Well it's really starting to stress me out to tell you the truth."

"Oh y'all are still trying? Damn y'all have been trying for months. Be honest girl, his dick ain't big enough is it?" Summer laughed.

"Summer! Chill with the language." Autumn said looking around her to see if anyone heard Summer.

"Don't tell her anything Autumn. You know she doesn't know how to act in public." I replied not fazed by her comment.

"Please don't start again," Spring begged. "I could have stayed at home for this." Spring interjected.

Summer said. "You're right. The best of luck to you Winter. I plan on having a couple nieces and nephews cause lawd knows I ain't havin' no children." Summer laughed alone.

"You still on that Summer? I thought by now you'd grow out of that." Autumn stated.

"No ma'am. I don't want children at all!" Summer said matter-of-factly.


"The sex fiend would say that!" I mumbled.


"Excuse me, did you say something?" Summer caught attitude before taking a sip of her wine.

I took a sip of my drink. "All I'm saying is that the one who lost her virginity first and had dozens of sex partners would be the one who doesn't want children."

"Whateva! I like dick, and I am not afraid to say that!" Summer said loud and clearly. The white middle-aged couple next to us heard her statement and had an ill look on their faces. We all just chuckled except Autumn.


My sisters and I shared two bottles of Chardonnay together and nearly went through the whole bottle in thirty minutes.

"So Spring are you still planning on making your move after graduation?" Summer asked.

"Excuse me? What move?' I was out of the loop and I could tell Summer knew that.

Spring lowered her head and started running her fingers through her long black hair.

"Spring?" I questioned again.

"Spring plans on moving to either New York, California, or Atlanta in the fall of next year, or didn't she tell you?' Summer smirked and took a sip of her wine.

"Did you know about this?' I turned to Autumn and she nodded her head no.

"Spring?"

"I told Summer in confidence but yeah those are my options."

"Are you sure you're even ready for a move like that Spring? You are still a ..."

"No I'm not a child Winter. I know that's where you're going with this. Nothing is set in stone, okay. We all know dancing is my passion and, lets face the facts here, we're living in Milwaukee. There is no opportunity here for me when it comes to dance."

"I say go for it girl. Move so I can have somewhere to visit shit. I haven't done much traveling lately." Summer stated.

"I don't know Spring." I contemplated on being separated from my sister. I had every right to feel that way. I've been more like a mother to Spring than a big sister. Hell, being a big sister is like being a part time mother.

"Spring is grown Winter, let the birdie soar damn."

"Enough out of you Summer. We'll discuss this later." I said.

As the night went on my sisters and I called it quits on the alcohol and decided to head to our separate homes.

It felt good to take a load off for a while because Marlon and I have been on an emotional roller coaster for the past couple of months. I don't know how our marriage has turned so sour, we've been married for three years and he's the only one I really let get close to my heart. Marlon and I met at the airport when I was making my way to a Teacher's Convention in Los Angeles. We gave each other the eye, but it was just a little flirting by body language. We never even spoke to one another.

However, when I returned home from my trip I bumped right into him again and I almost felt like it was fate. We smiled, shared a mild little conversation and it was happily ever after since then.


Marlon and I shared a three bedroom home in Brewer's Hills totally fit for a family. Marlon is madly in love with kids, and is a wonderful uncle to his nephews so he's the main reason we're trying as hard as we can.


When I arrived home an illustrious scent tickled my nostrils. All the lights were off in the house, and I seen flickering light coming from my bedroom. In any other situation I would have freaked out thinking my bedroom was on fire but I knew exactly what was awaiting me.


"Marlon what crazy thing have you done boy." I smiled as I walked up the stairs to the bedroom. I removed my heels and left them in the hallway floor and unbuttoned my blouse as I tip toed into the bedroom.


"Marlon." I whispered his name.

When I entered the room small vanilla scented candles were each perfectly placed in specific areas to give our bedroom a full glow.

"Hey baby." I heard Marlon's baritone voice break the silence in the room.

"Well mister you put a lot of thought into all this." I said while pulling my blouse off and letting it fall to the floor.

"Bring that ass over here, I got unfinished business with it. But before you do that go over to the Ipod and press play.

I did as my man asked and Speechless by Beyonce' bounced off our bedroom walls. He knew this was one of my favorite songs and it got me right in the mood. I let my skirt fall to the floor and I seductively stepped out of it. I admired my sexy husband before climbing into bed with him.

I admired his mocha colored skin, which is surprisingly smooth and makes me envious sometimes. I love and hate the way his oval eyes glare at me with such mystery, it makes me just tingle with curiosity.

"C'mon baby." He reached out his swole hard arms that know how to keep me warm in the bed.

I climbed in bed and moved my body like a feline, stretching my back enough to make my ass toot in the air. Teasing him—welcoming him.

Marlon ran his firm hands across my ass and smacked it—causing a sensual sting on my cheeks.

"It's ready for daddy?"

"All wet and ready?"

Marlon began tickling my cat with his fingers, rating the temperature with his index, checking the tightness with his middle, and determining the depth with both.

"Just how I like it." Marlon finished by taste testing it with his pointed tongue.

Marlon had a way of licking me just right. The inside of my legs would tremble with delight when his head is between them. The sounds of the slurps alone made me pour.

"Marlon—Marl—baby—please" I panted with excitement.

Marlon slapped his thick dick on my clit before entering me. He rubbed it along the outside of my pussy, which almost led me to anger I wanted it so bad.

"Baby!" I begged and he cracked a smile. Marlon slowly peeled into me and I let out a gasp of relief as my walls fell right into place around his throbbing wood.

Marlon had a rhythm like no other. He moved in and out of me like he was following the beat of an African drum. It wasn't too forceful, or too fast. It was steady hard knocking beat that made me anticipate but couldn't prepare for.

"It's all about you tonight baby, all about you!" he huffed in my ear while he was beating away inside of me.

"Cum for me baby, cum for me—" I begged. Marlon flipped me over on my stomach and I knew to get ready and grip the sheets because this was his favorite position. And like any man who fucks in his favorite position, their beast comes out.

Marlon's strokes were no longer rhythmic and steady, they were groundbreaking, unstoppable, and slightly painful mixed with climatic delight.

"Marlon wait—wait—I'm cummin'!" I cried and he didn't say a word. His words turned into moans, groans, and grunts until I felt his warm seed splatter inside me.

"What a perfect way to end the night." I said to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 2

Autumn


I'm not much of a drinker so I was nearly stumbling when I arrived to my place. I saw Wesley's car out front so I knew he was home. I was buzzed and horny so I was truly lookin' forward to some birthday sex.

"Honey." I called to him as I kicked off my boots.

"In the kitchen babe."

I skipped into the kitchen, Lord knows I was too drunk to be skipping, and I went and slid into the kitchen. "Hey love."

Wesley chuckled. "Girl what is wrong with you? You must be drunk?"

I giggled and I giggled a little too much.

"I guess that's a yes." He added.

"I love you baby."

"Same here baby." He said as he kissed me on the forehead. Wesley is truly a prized piece. He was your classic light-skinned pretty boy, who often gets hit on by both sexes. He's a little pompous but I know he truly has a heart of gold. I love his slim tight frame, his black wavy hair that makes him look biracial.

"So how was the sisterhood outing? Fun I suppose." He said while shuffling through the mail.

"It was the same just with a mix of alcohol. Summer and Winter constantly bickered while Spring and I mediated. I couldn't wait to get back to you though." I threw my arms around his neck and puckered my lips.

Wesley leaned in for a kiss and—

"Burp!"

"Autumn baby!"

"Oops," I chuckled. "I'm so sorry baby." I said placing my hands over my mouth.

"I think some of it got in my mouth." He groaned.


I walked into the bathroom to wash my mouth out. I checked myself in the mirror and my braids were still fresh and I noticed my nipples were hard.

"Must be that breeze." I said to myself. I gargled some Scope and spit it out in the sink. When I lifted my head up I saw both Wesley's reflection and mine.

He was standing behind me shirtless with his pants unbuckled.

"You ready."

I grinned and just nodded my head.


We were both naked about time we actually made it to the bed. I straddled Wesley and started teasing his dark nipples with my tongue—something that drives him wild.

"Baby, damn them curves" He said running his smooth hands along my even smoother body.

"Oh baby I love you so much." I stated.

"You gonna ride dis dick ain't you baby." He said as he smacked my ass.

I paused. I didn't know how to reply because I hate riding, well—to be honest I don't know how to ride dick. I can bounce on it for a minute but my knees get weak and I start feeling this piercing in my gut if I do it too long.

Before I even had chance to reply I felt Wesley's eleven inches—yes eleven—pierce the heck out of me.

"Oh da—!" I cried but he mistaken it for a gasp of pleasure.

Wesley gripped the both sides of my waist like he was gripping a basketball. He started manually moving me up and down on his dick and if it wasn't for the alcohol I probably would have been collapsed but I convinced myself I could hang in there.

"There you go boo, you're takin' this shit this time. That's my baby—that's my baby!" He moaned as he kept spiking my insides.

"Baby—baby—slow down my stomach."

Wesley didn't hear a word I said. I could tell by the look on his face that he was solely concentrating on climaxing.

"Baby—Oh good Lord." I choked then spewed all over his bare chest.

"Autumn what the fuck!" Wesley jumped up and I flew back on to the floor.

"What the hell, you threw up on me!" He hovered over me while my Elsa's BBQ wings and chardonnay ran down his abs.

"Baby I'm—" I paused and released another long burp, "Sorry?"

Wesley threw his hands in the air and ran to the bathroom.


Earlier that morning I woke up and made myself a cup of coffee. Wesley and I were off today so I just let him sleep in. I was so embarrassed to even look him in the eye. Last night after he cleaned himself off he came into bed and wouldn't even cradle me. I can't say that I blame him, what I did last night was disgusting. I decided to call Winter and chat it up with her for a minute.
(Continues...)


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