BRUTHALY LUV -28
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34 yr old Milton Montell Howard felt his tidy little world beginning to unravel.
Going over the argument his wife (Demeece) and her best friend (Linda) had at a restaurant recently (chap-26), Milton couldn't get the thought out of his head that Linda insinuated Demeece didn't know who her children's daddy was. Demeece quickly swept the notion under the carpet by saying that she knew full well who her children's daddy was, but the idea that his children MIGHT NOT be his, or if there's even a POSSIBILITY that they might not be his, had him looking at his kids differently.
Rather it was at the dinner table, at the mall shopping, over their grandparents' house, on play date over Charmaine's, or just sitting in the bathtub, Milt found himself staring at the facial features, studying them against childhood/baby pictures of him and Deme when they were younger. While Aaron (Milt's younger child) looked exactly like him when he was a baby, Jannetta (his older child) had none of his features. She did however look a lot like her mother, but Milt couldn't help but wonder `who else' she might look like?
Even though Milt never voiced his thoughts to date, his coldness was more than evident to his wife Demeece. Demeece tried pretending there was nothing brewing after the horrendous dinner from hell, but she could FEEL Milt's icy demeanor whenever she tried to spend any quality time with him, when Milton would excuse himself, or complain he was too tired to interact.
Milton kept his feelings to himself, even refusing to share them with his brother Carl (who Milt felt was too critical of Demeece already). Upon meeting Milt at their favorite neighborhood bar, Carl could immediately tell that something was wrong with his brother, but Carl attributed it to the incident with former Temple University basketball star Gerald Grant, believing Milt was still beside himself with almost being caught red-handed in some student's cell phone snapshot. "I don't know WHY you're still letting that get to you..." said Carl, sitting beside his brother at their favorite sports bar, watching many of the big screens surrounding the establishment. "...you're like Bill Clinton..., you got away with it...! Cheer up!"
When Milt didn't show no improvement, Carl devised another approach. "Or maybe it's you MISS the college boy...?" he surmised. "I know from the news photo that he was digging YOU out, so maybe you're missing that steady dick you were getting...?" he guessed, trying to read his little brother's frowned facial expressions to see if he was on the right track? "I already told you..." he whispered into Milt's ear, "...if it's DICK you miss, I could fill in for the young-buck!"
Milt chuckled...
"So you're NOT above a little family incest, eh...?" asked Milt, amused.
"Hey, we're BROTHERS..." said Carl, slapping his brother on the back, "...but don't think I haven't noticed that ASS of yours...!" he joked, shoving Milt in the arm. "Given half the chance, I'd TEAR that lil' muscled ass up!"
Milt laughed out loud.
"Even IF that was the case..." he said, assuredly. "...you're the LAST man I'd ever let do that to me...!"
"Why...?" asked Carl, sounding hurt and offended.
"Marlon..." answered Milt, in a word. "...you treated him like shit, and you KNOW it!"
"That's cuz Marlon ain't WORTH shit!" explained Carl, causing Milton to shake his head. "I don't see what you ever saw in that dude...!" continued Carl, holding a tall cold one. "I mean OTHER than that sweet boy-pussy he had...! He was a loser! He THRIVED off of being abused! I think if he had a choice, he'd go back to prison in a shot!"
"You think so...?" laughed Milt, turning his beer up to his lips.
"Definitely! The boy LIKED DICK! No doubt about it! He LIVES for it! I don't know HOW he ever got his dick hard enough to get that ex-girlfriend of his pregnant...! He SURE that kid is his...?"
Milt felt a cold chill run up his spine at Carl's statement, not knowing how close he was to hitting Milt's problem right on the head. "I'm serious..." said Carl, "...I'd believe it more if they said HE gave birth to that lil' girl...! HIS pussy's big!"
"Well YOU should know..." laughed Milt, "...YOU had a huge hand in giving it to him!"
"Oh like YOU didn't...?!" accused Carl, reminding Milt the hand HE had in developing Marlon's man-cunt. "YOU'VE been up in it a lot MORE than I was...! If he was to EVER get pregnant, YOU'D definitely be the father! He's probably STILL got some of YOUR nutt left up in him!"
"That's NASTY!" laughed Milt, feeling a little better after joking with his brother.
"Maybe..." agreed Carl, "...but it's the truth...! Lord knows how Demeece never put two and two together about how much time you spent with her brother...! You must have a dick made of GOLD for her to have her head so far up your ass...!"
"You think...?" asked Milt, knowing he had had HIS head in the sand for far too long if the insinuations Linda made were true. He HAD to find a way to find out exactly what she meant, even if it meant going over to her house to ask her straight out. "Yo..., I'm out of here...!" he said abruptly, catching Carl by surprise.
"Hey, where you going...?" asked the older brother.
"I've got to make a stop before going home..." informed Milt, leaving his brother in the dark.
"Alright..." said Carl, not yet ready to stop drinking. "...don't forget we're meeting up with the fellas at Extreme on sports night!"
"I'll be there...!" assured Milt heading out the door, while Carl ordered himself around round.
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32 year old (divorcee) Linda Graham was a high school teacher, with a fetish for her students. After divorcing her husband of over 10 years, she garnered a serious mistrust of men in general, and turned her attentions instead to the hot bodied teenage boys (with the large adolescent lumps in their pants) in her classes.
No one knew of Linda's secret carnage of the `hot boys' in her class. The boys were sworn to secrecy of course, and for their sworn devotion, everyday after school (and sometimes during school) they got to ravish her womanly parts with their teen probes, getting that special firsthand experience every boy needs before venturing into the world of adult sex.
For the past two years she corrupted the minds of her most `potential' students, taking them under her wing, and showing them the fruits of manhood.
34 year old Milton Howard knock parked his car in front of what used to be Kendall and Linda's home, and gathered up the courage to march into her house and demand an explanation of her outburst at the dinner. But before Milt could even exit his car, he saw Linda's front door open, and out came a teenage boy who looked no older than 16 or 17. Linda (dressed scantly in a thin flimsy nighty) kissed the boy goodnight, in what looked to be something more than inappropriate behavior. The teenager couldn't get his tongue any further down Linda's throat if he detached it and shoved it in with his hand, even going to the point of trying to open her robe for one last feel of her tits before scooting off home.
Milt laughed to himself as the boy walked out of sight with what looked like a swaggered stroll. No one couldn't tell the boy his shit stank. Breaking off the teacher, he must have had the envy of all the boys in school, --thought Milt. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, he jumped out of his car and ran up the steps to knock on Linda's door before she could go back upstairs and masturbate to her last conquest.
Milt stood back as the inside light turned on. He could hear Linda laughing out loud, believing the boy had forgotten something...
"Troy..., I TOLD you..., no more! We both have to get up early in the morn...>"
Her voice stopped abruptly when she swung the door open to find her best friend's husband standing on her top step. "MILT...!" she gasped, suddenly tucking her cleavage back in her bra. "What're YOU doing here...??" she asked, peeking out the door to make sure Troy was gone.
"Troy eh...?" laughed Milt, "Was THAT the name of the BOY I just say French kissing you before he skated off around the corner on his skateboard...?"
Linda threw her hands on her hips...
"That's a LOW BLOW, Milt..., even for YOU!" she said. "What do you want...?"
"You KNOW why I'm here...!" insisted Milt, waiting patiently to be invited in.
"I have no idea WHAT you're talking about!" said Linda, going to close the door.
Milt easily held the door open with his hand, keeping her from closing it.
"If I have to go to the school board personally and inform them that one of their female teachers MAY BE seducing one of her students, I WILL..." said Milton, leaving no mistake in his voice. "...but neither one of us want that..., do we...?"
"Blackmail, Milt...? Really...??" asked Linda, walking back into the house.
Milt followed, closing the front door behind him...
"I need answers, Linda..." he said, walking into the living room just as Linda was lighting up a cigarette from her purse. "...I don't think I'm gonna get them from Demeece...! Every time I look at my daughter now..., I see someone else's face!"
Linda turned around curiously...
"Who's face...?" she asked.
"I don't know..." answered Milt, surprised by her enthusiasm. "...that's why I'm here!"
"I can't tell you, Milt...!" said Linda firmly, puffing nervously on her cigarette. "Deme's my friend!"
"Fuck that!" yelled Milt. "You should've thought of that before you introduced DOUBT into our marriage! I wanna know WHO Deme was fucking around with...! Is there someone else who could be Jannetta's father...?!"
Linda shook her head, putting her barely smoked cigarette out in a nearby ashtray.
"It's NOT my place, Milton!" she insisted. "I'm sorry!"
Milt walked over and physically grabbed her by both shoulders...
"If I have to shake the SHIT out of you for the answer, I will!" he swore, causing her hair to dishevel wildly. Linda felt her head whipping back and forth like a rag doll as she grabbed onto Milt's shirt for security.
"Okay, okay...!" she yelled, getting dizzy.
Milt relaxed his hold on her as her robe fell open, revealing the Victoria's Secret pushup bra she wore underneath, and nothing else. Linda quickly reclosed her robe after learning Milt had gotten an eyeful of her goodies.
She staggered away to the nearest seat, finding it difficult to walk. Milt followed closely behind, prepared to shake her silly some more if he HAD to.
"Deme..." started Linda, brushing the hair out of her eyes as she regained her composure. "...had been having an ongoing affair with her pastor ever since she was 17...!"
Milt's eyebrows narrowed...
"Reverend Holmes...?!" he asked, recalling the Minister that married them.
"Yes." answered Linda, crossing her legs while pulling at the short hem of her robe. "HE was the one that took her virginity..." she continued. "...they'd been seeing each other on and off ever since, even AFTER you two married...!"
Milt took a seat in the chair opposite Linda, his face in total disbelief. "I believe she STOPPED seeing him when she got pregnant..." added Linda, not sure Milt was even listening. "...I remember when she came to me and Cheryl and told us she wasn't SURE who's baby it was...! She HOPED it was yours, of course..., but she never really knew for sure!"
"So Jannetta might not really be mine...?" asked Milt, sounding lost.
"There's a real simple way of finding out..." explained Linda. "...you could take a Q-Tip and swab the inside of her mouth..., Aaron's too if you have any doubts about HIM..." added Linda, getting an even more worried look form Milt. "...and send it into a lab for DNA analysis...! I know someone who works at a research facility that could help, if you like...?"
"To find out IF my daughter is really my daughter...?" asked Milt, his eyes swelling up at the possibilities.
"You'd WANT to know, Milt..." encouraged Linda. "...its best for everyone involved to know who Jannetta's real father is...! I mean, do you really want to raise another man's child...?!"
Milt got up from his seat, having heard enough of Linda's voice. "THINK about it...!" she suggested, following him to the door. "If you decide to do it..., just bring ME the swabs in a plastic baggie...! Deme never has to know until YOU know the truth!"
Milton left from Linda's home and went straight to his car, sitting behind the wheel for close to an hour, taking in the idea that his marriage had been a scam from the very moment he said `I do'.
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Unable to go straight home, Milt stopped off at his parents' house for a brief visit. Talking to his parents about his new ordeal was pointless, as his parents were both ole skool', and wouldn't believe some DNA test or some rumor some irate woman spread about Milt's wife in the heat of an argument. Besides, it'd been 3 years since Jannetta's birth, and as grandparents, they wouldn't be able to just shut off' their emotions.
Milt stepped into his parents' home, hoping for a decent home cooked meal if nothing else...
"Milt...!" called Melissa Howard (Milt's mom), coming in from the kitchen, still wearing her ancient apron Milt remembered since he was a teenager. "What brings YOU by at this hour...?" she asked, receiving a kiss on the cheek from her youngest son.
"Just in the neighborhood, ma..." said Milt, sparing his mother's feelings. "What do I smell...?"
"Roast!" laughed Melissa Howard, knowing her boys could always smell her cooking no matter how long ago she shut down the kitchen.
"You have any leftovers...?" he asked, hopeful.
"In the kitchen..." said his mother, pointing. "You KNOW the way...! Just try not to make a mess..., Janice and I just cleaned up in there...!"
"Janice...??" asked Milt, surprised to her his baby sister's name. "Janice's here...?"
"See for yourself..." said Melissa, heading for the stairs. "...I'm going up to bed..., I'm beat!"
Milt walked into the kitchen, where he found his 29 year old sister wiping down the stove top and counters.
"How long've you been in town...?!" asked Milt, surprised his sister was in Philly and hadn't called him.
"A few days..." said Janice, sheepishly.
"A few days...?!" asked Milt, hyped. "What..., WHEN've you become too OLD to call your brother and tell him you're in town...?!" he asked, half angry.
Janice and Milt hugged, greeting each other with a warm hello. Unlike Milton and Carl, who resembled the males in the family, Janice resembled their mother, making her all the more special in Milt's eyes.
"So why haven't you called me...?" asked Milt, unable to get over the fact. "I thought WE were cooler than that!"
"We ARE..." insisted Janice, sadly. "...it's just..., me and "Chelle broke up...!"
"Awe..." sounded Milt, sincerely. "When? What happened...?"
"She got a job offer in San Francisco and me to move with her..., but I wouldn't move without a commitment..., SHE didn't want to commit...!"
"Commitment...?" questioned Milt, unsure.
"Marriage...!" explained Janice, in a word. "If I was going to uproot myself across country for her, I wanted MORE of a commitment..." she said simply. "...if she wasn't willing to give it to me, why should I believe she had my future well being in mind...? She was just out for herself! If it didn't work out between us, then I'd be stuck and stranded in San Fran with no way to get back home! What kind of deal is that...?"
"That's MY sister..." said Milt, pulling Janice back into his arms for a hug. "...always thinking...! So HOW you holding up now...?"
"I came home because THIS is the week she's supposed to be moving..." explained Janice. "...I didn't want to be there for all the `this is mine' bullshit..., take what you want and I'll simply start all over again later...!"
"That's awfully BIG of you..." said Milt, "...since she could wipe you CLEAN while you're gone...!"
"No..., cause I put everything I wanted in storage while she was at work!" smiled Janice, getting a hi-five from her brother.
"So how LONG you in town for...?" he asked, raiding their mother's ice-box for her mashed potatoes and rump roast with gravy.
"Depends..." said Janice. "...if I can find someone to sublet, I MAY try to find a job here in Philly!"
"REALLY...?" surprised Milt, cutting himself a sample of pot roast. "You going to stay HERE with mom and dad...?"
"NOT if I can help it...!" said Jan. "Do you have ANY IDEA how much SEX those two have in a week...?!"
"uh..., I don't think I want to know..." said Milt, trying not to picture his mother naked.
"MORE times than Michelle and I did, let me tell you..." answered Janice, exuberantly. "...what with all the HOURS we spent at work and entertaining...!"
"Sorry to hear that..." laughed Milt, his taste-buds doing flips over his mother's roast.
Janice watched Milt for a few minutes, then asked... "And WHAT brings YOU pass here at this time of night...?" she questioned, suspiciously.
"huh...?" asked Milt, playing dumb as he began prepping himself a lunch plate for work tomorrow.
"You HEARD me..." said Janice, one hand on the counter and one hand on her hip. "...I'm sure DEME cooked at home..., so what're YOU doing here raiding mom and dad's fridge...?!"
Milt knew he needed somebody to talk to about his situation. Carl was out, his parents were out, his friends were out, and he and Marlon hadn't been close in...
"I just found out that Deme's been having an affair...!" he said, hugging the edge of the counter with both hands as he hung his head.
"NO..." responded Janice, not seeing this one coming.
"Yeah..." said Milt, "...her BEST FRIEND told me...!"
"No way...!" shocked Janice. "Why would SHE tell you something like that...??"
"She and Deme had a big argument..., and she just blurted it out in the heat of the moment...!"
"Oh..., well THAT may be nothing..." reasoned Janice, "...people say all kinds of things when they're angry, but it doesn't make it true...!"
"I went over to Linda's house tonight and asked her point blank if she was lying or not..." said Milt, starring his shocked sister right in the eye.
"And...?" asked Janice, all ears.
"She told me Deme's been having an affair with the same guy ever since she was 17...!" informed Milt, causing Janice's jaw to drop. "And she didn't STOP having the affair until she got pregnant with Jannetta...!"
"Awe shit..." said Janice, knowing the implications...
"AND get this..." added Milt, getting his sister's FULL attention. "...the man she's been having the affair with..., the one she's been fucking for the past 14 years..., is her pastor Reverend Malcolm H. Holmes..., the SAME MAN that married us in church 6 years ago!"
"No FUCKING way...!" shocked Janice, about to faint. "I'm just about ready to go over to that bitch's house and FUCK HER UP!"
"She don't know I know yet..." said Milt, keeping his calm.
"So WHEN are you going to tell her...?!" asked his sister, angrily.
"I have to get proof first...!" said Milt. "I have to swab the inside of Jannetta's mouth, then send it into a lab for testing...!"
"You're going to have to swab YOUR mouth too..." informed Janice, "...to rule yourself OUT at the father...!"
Janice then covered her mouth in disbelief. "What if it DOES come back saying you aren't the father...? What will you do then...?"
"I don't know..." said Milt, feeling heavy in the heart. "...I haven't thought THAT far ahead..."
"Well you CAN'T just turn your back on Jannetta after all this time..." said Janice, "...I mean, you've already raised her as your daughter for 3 years...!"
"I don't know HOW I'll feel about it until the moment of truth actually arrives..." reasoned Milt.
"I understand that..." said Janice, feeling her brother's pain. "And to think..., you ONLY stayed with her 3 years ago when you were in love with Marlon BECAUSE she got pregnant..., ain't THAT a kick in the ass...?"
Milt said nothing as that moment in time replayed in his mind, the night he and Marlon Overton (Deme's younger brother) planned to go away together, leaving Philadelphia, Demeece, marriage, disapproving family, and the world behind. THEN Milt got the shock of his life when his wife suddenly announced (out of the clear blue sky) that she was pregnant with their first baby.
It was as if she PLANNED it. "How ARE you and Marlon today...?"
"huh...?" asked Milt, coming out of his daydream. "Oh, uh..., we RARELY see each other...!" he said. "The last time I saw him was on Christmas at Charmaine's..., and before that, I don't remember...!"
"That's a shame..." said Janice, gently brushing the soft short (tapered) cut hairs by her brother's ear with her fingertips. "...I could tell you REALLY loved him..., a lot more than you did being Deme's husband...!"
Milt didn't say anything. Loving Marlon Overton seemed SO LONG ago. He still remembered some of the hot times they shared in bed together (alone, AND with Curtis), but he blocked out all the feelings and emotions he had at that time, as reliving it had become too painful. "Would you ever consider getting BACK with Marlon if things didn't work out with Deme...?"
Milt shook his head...
"Me and Marlon are in two different worlds right now..." he said. "I doubt we're the same two people we were 3 years ago...!"
"Never know until you find out...!" suggested Janice, hiking her eyebrows several times.
"What're you..., the GAY match maker...?!" chuckled Milt. "If you want to match someone up, match up CARL..., HE seems to need it!"
"Carl's still an asshole...!" stated Janice, pinching off a piece of roast for herself. "I still haven't forgotten all that DRAMA he bought to Thanksgiving THAT year...!"
"He actually HIT your girlfriend...!" remembered Milt.
"In retrospect..." said Janice, now that she and her girlfriend were no longer together, "...I wish he had knocked all her teeth out...!" lol.
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