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be on between me and my sister. I reached for my robe.
    “Did she say anything to you? Did she come on to you?” I asked, digging for more details.
    “No, not in so many words. It’s just little things.”
    “Like what? Don’t start getting evasive now.”
    “I don’t know. It’s just—”
    “Wait a minute.” It was time to cut to the chase. “Has she ever tried to kiss you? Offer you the goodies or anything like that?”
    He shook his head. “No, I can’t say that she has, but I know when a woman wants me, Egypt.”
    “Hmmph.” I wasn’t sure how I felt about what he’d just said. I might have been mistaken, but I thought I saw a flash of pride cross his face. He was a man, after all, so I’m sure his ego was loving it that my sister was sending him vibes that she still wanted him. But then I started getting worried. Was he feeling awkward because he was having trouble controlling himself around her? Maybe it wasn’t my sister. Maybe he was the one who needed a warning.
    “Let me make one thing clear: That’s my sister. If anything ever happens between you and her, I will kill you both.” Myvoice was trembling, and my chest was heaving. “Now, are you telling me that my sister shouldn’t stay here because she wants to fuck you? Because I’ll get up and kick her ass out right now.”
    I was out of the bed now, about to head to the door.
    “Egypt …” he called out, and I stopped, turning to face him.
    “Like I don’t have enough stressing me out, waiting to hear from Tammy about this whole surrogacy thing. Now you throw this shit at my feet.”
    For a moment, we both fell silent, and tension filled the room.
    “Well?” I asked.
    “Maybe you’re right. Maybe we’re both stressed out about this whole baby thing, and I’m just a little too sensitive.”
    “You didn’t answer my question. Do you think she wants to fuck you?”
    He shook his head. “No, your sister doesn’t want me. She wants that married dude in New York. I’m probably just reading too much into things.”
    “You sure?” I asked, eager to accept his explanation and avoid a fight with him or my sister.
    “Yeah.” He extended his hand, pulling me back onto the bed.
    He kissed me, and I tried to relax. I tried putting the conversation out of my mind, but the best I could manage was to push it to the back. I definitely wouldn’t forget it. I wasn’t sure if Rashad really believed he had misread her or if he was just trying to stop me from kicking her ass. Either way, it was something I was going to keep my eye on. It was time for me and my sister to have a long-overdue conversation about her living arrangement.
    I kissed my husband back, this time initiating our lovemaking. From now on, if he wanted to scream, he could scream all he wanted. I know I was going to add plenty of theatrics from now on.

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    I bit my lip as I squirmed around on the bed. Rashad’s moaning was like music to my ears as my fingers gently stroked my clit, bringing me to one hell of an orgasm. He was such an attentive lover, always putting my pleasure in front of his, so I was sure he was doing the same for my sister as I jealously listened to them make love.
    I know you must think I’m one sick bitch getting my shit off while listening to my sister and her husband having sex, but what the hell was I supposed to do? As large as this house was, the walls were paper thin. I mean, damn, I’m only human. Here I was in bed trying to get some sleep, and the next thing I knew I was awakened by the two of them trying to break their bed. Rashad’s sexy ass was moaning and groaning like he was about to bust a supernut, and my sister’s screaming was letting the world know she was getting the best dick in three states. The way I saw it, there were only three plans of action: bang on the walls and tell them to keep down the racket, keep listening and let my fingers do the walking, or walk down the hall and join them. In truth, joining them was