Sisters

Sisters
Swell Gattis stood wearily happy as the cascading water hid her bitter tears. She leaned her forearm against the shower wall to rest her head. As soon as she relaxed, the cries once again fell from her lips.
In one painful day she had to kill a man she once loved and learn her baby boy was dead.
She rubbed near her heart as the pain seemed to wrap its arms around the organ and squeeze. She began to replay the last time she saw Evan. She was so sure she would see him again. It was a normal day in her life. There was no reason to suspect that her baby boy would not be coming back. If she knew the future, she would have kissed him once more and demand he not go.
But it was too late.
Swell never liked the two Theroit sisters. Rumors about them had been around for years. Voodoo witches. Potions and concoctions. A curious control over men that could only be described as ethereal or paranormal. But no one could ever say for sure. A husband who up and leaves to never come back was nothing new in Arcadia. But many of those missing husbands, brothers, cousins and sons were last seen around Theroit’s bar.
And last, most often, seen in the arms of one of the Theroit sisters.
Evan swore Lenora didn’t have her clutches in him. But Swell never liked her. Ever since Swell’s number one gun contact and crazy fuck buddy Sergi came to town. They went to the bar and once Sergi saw the duo, he walked out the bar without a word. And when Swell asked him why, all he said was “Baba yaga,” Witch.
The hate brimming at the edge of her soul overcame the grief encapsulating her heart. She stood straight and blinked away the tears. Vengeance was the only thing that would bring her peace, even if it didn’t bring back her Evan.
She started to turn off the water when a strong arm came up behind her, and a hard cock pressed against her back.
“What do you want Antoine?” Swell asked through clenched teeth.
“To hold you if you need it.” Did he mean it? She thought he probably did.
Swell felt her body relax, but her mind remained tense. “Well, I’m fine.”
“Really because your body says otherwise,” he said softly in her ear. A gentle whisper and a tug on her earlobe with his teeth.
She leaned into him, and felt him throb against her lower back. Goosebumps peppered up across her skin. “You trying to take advantage of me in my time of need?”
“No, I’m trying to give you what you need in your time of need.”
“And what’s that?” she was breathless for a moment as her right hand sought and found his length.
“Love,” he said kissing her neck. His hands cupped her heaving breasts while nimble fingers softly tugged on her puckered nipples. Both of her hands played with his hardened shaft. Then without a word she backed away.
“You don’t love me.”
“I do”
“What about my sister?”
“I love her too,” he replied. “I love you both equally. I always have.”
She turned off the water. “Well that’s not good enough for me.”
“So you would prefer I lie?”
She opened the shower door and grabbed a towel which hung from a nearby rack. “Can I ask you a question? Would you tell me if I look fat in a dress?”
“I would,” he said quickly. Her withering look made him look at his feet. “Okay maybe not, but I do not want to lie to you about how I feel.”
“That’s fine. Don’t matter none. I ain’t bedding down with you.”
She walked out of the bathroom naked and straight to the king size bed where her sister still lay bare atop the plush purple comforter and pillows. Her breasts were full and leaned toward each side of her chest.
“You forgive me,” Sarah Ann said more than she asked. Her arms were open wide when Swell climbed up on the elevated bed, and punched Sarah Ann in the mouth.
“I already said I did. Don’t like repeating myself.” Swell climbed under the covers. “Now go. We’ll do business in the morning,”
Antoine stood by the bed. Swell couldn’t help but to stare at his hardness which just so happened to point in her direction.
“I just know you need a hug,” Sarah Ann said before she slinked her body around Swell.
“Woman you too damn close,” Swell said as Antoine got into the bed with Sarah Ann on the other side, and sandwiched Swell into the center.
“You two ain’t foolin’ nobody,” she grumbled.
“We want you to know that just because we are now in charge, we can still nurture and support one another.” Antoine said.
Swell’s head turned to face her sister and then Antoine. “In other words you mean fuck. And the answer is no.”
“Why not?” Sarah Ann replied. “We did when we was young.”
“Bitch I still am young.”
“We want peace between us,” Antoine pushed the top of the cover away to reveal Swell’s breasts and softly began to tease her right nipple. “Being a partner of ours comes with perks.” He said.
“Partner,” Swell said feebly pushing his hand away. “Since when?”
Sarah Ann spoke up. “Since the time you went into the shower. See we—.”
“I,” Antoine interjected which forced the spoiled Sarah Ann to pout. “Decided that since you handed us your business without any fuss, that we could amend our relationship.”
Swell frowned. “In other words, my contacts didn’t want to do business with you without me.”
“Uh, more or less.”
“Well, that and the sheer pain you must feel right now.” Sarah Ann replied. “As your sister I—.”
“You ain’t my sister.”
“Your Daddy married my momma and just cause we don’t share blood we did share love and—.”
Swell jutted her thumb at Sarah Ann. “She been saying that same damn line since we was fifteen.”
“You just mad at me ‘cause Antoine chose me and not you.” Sarah Ann crowed proudly.
“No, he chose you ‘cause I said no.” Swell corrected her.
“Which is your loss. Look at you, he got that hard cock and you too busy arguin’ with me to enjoy it.”
“I ain’t enjoying it ‘cause I lost my damn son.”
“Dick always makes me feel good.”
Antoine had his hands folded behind his head and a sly smirk on his face when Swell turned to face him. “What do you have to say about all this?”
“I think my cock speaks for me.”
“I hear it loud and clear,” Sarah Ann giggled as she hopped over, placing one leg over his body and hovered. “I think you should listen.”
“It ain’t sayin’ nothin’ I ain’t already heard.”
“But it’s still good,” Antoine remarked.
Swell licked her lips as the short glance she intended turned into a longer stare. It stood straight and tall and she licked her lips as her pussy throbbed with approval.
“You know you want it,” Sarah Ann purred. She took her husband’s cock into her hands and stroked him slowly from his base to the tip of his mushroomed head. “You wanna hand me that baby oil on the nightstand?”
“No.” Swell spat. “Besides, we both know he might have chose you, but he’ll always want me.”
“You think you can fuck my husband better than me?”
“I do believe I have proven my superiority on more than one occasion. Sports, farmin’ shootin’, and fuckin’.”
“Swell, can’t no woman make my man come like I can.”
Swell folded her arms across her bountiful chest. “Prove it.”
Sarah Ann shrugged. “Okay,” she bent over and engulfed half of Antoine’s shaft. His eyes crossed as her head bobbed up and down while her tongue twirled around his shaft.
With a sly laugh Swell shucked the covers off and crawled next to the pair. She leaned over and caressed Sarah Ann’s creamy white buttocks as it leisurely moved up and down, being sure to trace the tip of her index finger along the edges of her flower. She moaned around her husband’s cock and poked her ass higher into the air. Antoine stared lustfully into her eyes while his wife continued to ravage his cock.
“Just know, I still hate your fucking guts,” Swell said as she stared into his eyes for just a moment longer. Her mind screamed to punch him in the eye and run. Her heart begged for her to crawl into a corner somewhere to mourn her lost son and the loss of her business.
But her pussy had a mind of its own. And what is said was to go for it, and the first chance you get. Kill them all. The words filled her mind and then flowed through her course veins, until the thought of murdering her sister and Antoine was fully immersed in the truth of her destiny. In due time she would kill the both of them. But first, there were two witches - sisters - she needed to contend with. One would be killed out of revenge. And the second to prove a point. Swell runs Arcadia.