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“Well shit, don’t you have a job, too? Hell, if they be working that much, how come you’re the only one putting money on my commissary?” he speaks out and I shift uncomfortably.

“Like I said, they have families and kids, Marcus. You have been locked up for fifteen years. The world looks different today. A hundred dollars don’t get you nearly as far as it used to. Hell, I’m barely making ends meet by my dang on self, so imagine that struggle with kids,” I defend our other siblings, but in truth they asses could very much so come visit and help Marcus out, but they’re as stingy as can be.

Either way, I’m not about to talk down on them because how they live their life and spend their money is their prerogative. As much as I love my brother, he also needs to understand us helping him is not a requirement. It’s a choice, but I keep my mouth closed because I didn’t come here to argue today.

“I get that, but why hasn’t Mama come and seen me? You said it yourself, right? I have been locked up fa fifteen whole damn years, but you’re the only one who’s been coming up here the whole time. If Mama miss me so damn bad, she should bring her ass u?—”

“HEY!” I cut him off, and he holds his hands up.

“I’m sorry, Robbie. I had a moment…”

“Yeah, I bet you did,” I curl my lip because even after all she puts me through, that’s our Mama. I love my brother, but he’s the one who chose the life of crime. We all shouldn’t have to pay the price with him, but I’m not about to say that.Even if I agree with what he’s saying.

“How are they?” he softens and looks down, and my heart goes out to him. I know he misses everyone, especially Mama, but she refuses to visit, no matter how many times I’ve pleaded with her even though it’s not like the last place he was at.That shit was like the jail in the Katt Williams and Tiffany Haddish.

Even though I hate coming here, it’s leaps and bounds better than county.

“Everyone is good,” I smile, giving him a generic answer because I don’t have the heart to tell him that most of us don’t even speak to each other anymore. Not because we fell out, but because we be in our own lanes minding the business that pays us. “We have the family reunion coming up on the Fourth of July. I’ll make sure to send you some pictures,” I tell him, always wanting to send him something for comfort.

Our yearly family reunion is the best time to show him an act of solidarity with our family because that seems to be the only damn time we can all come together and semi-pretend to be interested in what we all have been up to for the remaining year.

“Robbie? You know damn well I plan on being out by then,” he chuckles, and I sit up straight.Shit… I’ve been so overwhelmed with work and dealing with mama ass that I forgot just how soon he’ll be out.

“Oh, you’re right. S-sorry, Marcus, I just have a lot on my mind,” I apologize, feeling awful that I could ever forget something so important.

“It’s cool. I understand work be hectic… and Mama? How is she?”

“She’s goo—” My voice cuts off as a guard opens the door, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I immediately lock eyes with… hell, I don’t know what he is. All I know is my lungs stop functioning. My breath hitches as stone-cold fear ravages my body, causing my pussy to clench.

“Fucking Saw…” I hear my brother mutter under his breath.Damn, even his name sounds dangerous… Saw? I wonder what the fuck he did to get a name like that? I just know that white boy killed somebody… uhmm.I lick my lips.

And sweat beads at my hairline, sweating out my silk press, and my hands go clammy, so I rub them against my jeans. My heart thumps in my chest loudly and alarm bells ring in my head.Look away! Look away… LOOK A-FUCKING-WAY!

But I can’t, as fear has gripped me entirely, causing my throat to close and my lips to tremble, leaving me only able to take him in as he does me. My body wants to recoil as his lightish brown eyesroam over me insidiously in a manner that screams he will eat me up and spit me out, happily leaving me for dead after having his fill.

His full and wide pink lips that seem like they offer nothing but hateful words and degradation, hands that look big enough to wrap around a motherfucka’s neck and crush it without an ounce of remorse, and a body so big that he has to duck and tilt sideways to come out from where the other inmates are sitting for their visits.

I can tell he’s every last bit of two hundred and fifty pounds of lean muscle and taller than my brother, who is six-two.Jesus…I have seen many men in the fifteen years that I have been visiting my brother in all the prisons he’s been transferred and carted off to. Most just look like regular men. One would never be able to tellwhatcrime they committed to get locked up.

But this one… no, I don’t need a transcript to know this mother fucker is here for murder, and probably not just any murder, but a serial offense. Even still, he’s got to be hands down the sexiest man I’ve ever had the displeasure of laying eyes on.

I take in his massive, tattooed arms, chest, and hands, licking my lips, nipples hardening. I know those massive hands would choke me while those hateful eyes glare at me exactly as he is now… as he’s brutally fucking me… even though I don’t want to and I know I shouldn’t, my eyes travel down to his lower half where I see an unmistakably long, thick, and hard dick print in his prison uniform.Damn…I look away, flustered.

However, I made it my mission to never judge a book by its cover knowing my brother is in prison and is, while gruff, as sweet as they come. So even though the bells in my head ring like a firehouse siren telling me to run, I swallow and give him a smile, as I always do to the inmates here, because I know they’re having a hard time, and a smile goes a long way.

Never in the fifteen years have my smiles not been reciprocated.Not ever, but my smile falters when this big ass mother fucker curls his lip at me, seemingly disgusted at my act of kindness and that cold glare has me squeezing my legs tight as cream fills my panties and my pussy walls tremble, cumming thinking about it.Uuuunnng fuck…

“ROBIN!”

“H-H-HUH?! WH-WHAT HAPPENED?!” I pant, sweating, heart racing, and cutting my eyes to my brother, smiling brightly as fuck, trying to play it off like my pussy ain’t throbbing for whatever the fuck that inmate is packing.

“Nothing. You scared me… you suddenly looked in pain,” he frowns, and I wipe the sweat from my brow.

“I…” I take a deep breath. “I’m good.” I huff out, standing abruptly… “I… Imma be back. Just… I need to go to the bathroom,” I quickly rush off, not even waiting for him to respond. I know my way around this damn place, so I don’t even have to ask where the bathrooms are.

Rushing in, I thank God no one else is inside as I wash my hands and grab a napkin to lock the door because this place can be nasty as fuck, but it ain’t stopping shit. I place some toilet paper on the commode, plop down on the seat after pulling my pants down, and spread my legs, strumming my mother fucking clit hard and good, stuffing three fingers inside, rolling my eyes to the back of my head, thinking about him choking me.

It’s been so long, but it doesn’t matter. That mean mother fucker look like he ain’t good fa shit but be slanging dick. He is not the type of man you fall for. He is not the type of man you marry or spend the rest of your life with, but what I wouldn’t give for just a small taste… to be under that big body as he grunts, taking his fill nastily. I grind relentlessly, humping my fingers, holding in my moans, heart racing as I hold my breath as long as I can,thinking about him hunting me down and…I gush all over the floor, gasping for air, still playing with my pussy.

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