Race Me

Race Me

By A Black Taboo

This is messy, taboo, and real. Raw language, raw sex. If that ain't your thing, don't read it.

Part 1 -- "Back on Track"

"Damn. You again?"

Toni didn't even look up at first -- just kept lacin' her track shoes on the hood of her cousin's old-ass Altima like she owned the whole lot. Hoodie slid halfway off her shoulder, midriff showin', silver belly ring catchin' sun.

"I was here first," she said without flinchin'.

Cee rolled her eyes. Dropped her gym bag hard at the curb, just close enough to be disrespectful. "Track ain't yours. It's city property."

Toni finally glanced over. That face? Still smug. Still sittin' pretty under them short platinum curls, like she ain't never lost a day in her life. Light skin glowin' in the heat. Lip gloss poppin' like she came to pose, not sweat.

Cee hated that shit.

"You showin' up in lashes again?" she asked, unzippin' her windbreaker.

Toni smirked. "I sweat pretty."

Cee stepped onto the track like it was hers now. Legs long, thick in the thighs, high ponytail swayin' behind her. Tall, dark, and glarin'. Built like she could still break a relay split in 11 seconds flat if you dared her.

They hadn't seen each other in months -- not since the end of their first year at the same college. Different events, different coaches, same tension. Always on edge. Always waitin' to snap.

Even as kids, they couldn't be in the same lane.

"You comin' to run or just stand there lookin' mad?" Toni stretched her arms back, chest liftin' with the motion. "I could jog around your attitude, if that helps."

"I'll jog around your weak-ass form," Cee shot back. "You still can't hold a corner without leanin' like a toddler."

Toni rolled her neck. "Least I ain't out here running like somebody grandmother."

Cee scoffed. "Funny comin' from the bitch who got cut from regionals 'cause she got cramps."

Toni stepped in close, toe to toe now. "You better watch your mouth."

Cee smirked. "Or what? You gon' cry like you did freshman year when coach benched your ass?"

Toni bumped her shoulder into her as she walked past. "Fuck you."

Cee turned. "Bitch, don't push me. I don't give a fuck you my cousin."

Toni whipped around. "Then square up. 'Cause blood don't mean shit when you actin' like this."

They stared each other down. Heavy breathing. Fists clenched but not thrown.

Then Cee laughed. Bitter. Sharp. "You always talk shit, but you never win. Not on the track. Not at school. Not with bitches. You second place in everything, Toni. Even to me."

That cut deep. Toni's jaw flexed.

"You wanna test it?"

Cee dropped into a stretch without breakin' eye contact. She pulled one leg up behind her, balance perfect, smirk cocky.

"You scared to run now?"

Toni dropped down too. Started stretchin' her hamstrings, slow. Ass poked just enough to make it clear she knew Cee was watchin'.

"What you tryna say?"

"I'm sayin'... race me. One lap. No excuses."

Toni's tongue slid across her bottom lip. "What I get when I win?"

"You not winnin'."

"Bet."

They stood up at the same time.

Mirrors.

Different shades. Same attitude.

They stepped to the line like they were back in high school, back when aunties used to make 'em hug before every holiday, back when all this tension felt innocent.

Now?

It didn't feel innocent no more.

Just hot. Heavy. About to break.

"On your mark," Toni said.

Cee grinned.

"Let's run it back."

They crouched low on the line.

Sun cookin' the track.

No referee, no starting pistol -- just tension and attitude.

Toni's fingers tapped the ground once. Cee cracked her neck to the side.

"Go," Cee said.

They launched forward like bullets -- two blurs in sports bras and biker shorts, eatin' pavement with every step.

Toni took the inside lane. Cee pulled wide but stayed even. Each step louder than the last, like the track couldn't hold all that pride.

Elbows tight. Arms pumpin'. Breasts bouncing under their tops. Hair whippin', sweat startin' already.

Neither of them said a word.

But they didn't have to.

Their sneakers screamed it loud enough: Fuck you. I'm faster.

They rounded the curve tight -- Cee first, Toni half a step behind, teeth gritted, arms reachin'. That petty little voice in both their heads runnin' loud as hell:

Don't let this bitch beat you. Not again. Not never.

But halfway down the back straightaway, Cee's left leg twitched.

Her calf buckled. Just a little. Just enough.

She pushed harder, tryin' to hide it. Tried to push through it. But it locked up again -- tight, sharp, a split-second betrayal.

"Shit--!"

She stumbled, foot catchin' the track, body goin' down hard. Skin scraped. Elbow slammed. Palms slapped the hot ground.

Toni crossed the line. Slowed down.

Turned.

Saw Cee on her side, teeth clenched, leg twisted under her.

And for a second, she froze.

Not in pity. Not in panic.

Just shock.

Then her body moved without askin'.

Toni jogged back, dropped to a crouch beside her. "Yo. You good?"

Cee tried to wave her off. "I'm fine."

"You limpin' like somebody's uncle."

"Don't play with me."

But Toni was already reaching. Gripped under her thigh, pressed her palm to the tight part of Cee's calf. Skin to skin.

Cee hissed. "Don't touch me."

"You pulled it," Toni said. "Stop frontin'."

"I said don't touch me--"

Toni looked her dead in the eyes.

And didn't move her hand.

"Bitch, I ain't tryna fight. I'm tryna help."

Cee's mouth parted -- not to argue, not to curse. But to breathe.

Because Toni's fingers were still there. Still firm on that thigh.

Still slidin' just a little. Rubbing deep into the muscle.

The air got thick.

"I said..." Cee started again, but it was softer now.

Toni leaned in, her hand creeping higher up that thick, sweat-slick leg. "You ain't say nothin' that matters."

They locked eyes. Both chests heaving. Sweat rollin'.

Something passed between them -- not forgiveness.

Not peace.

Need.

Toni let her hand fall away.

"Come on," she said. "Let's stretch it out before you make it worse."

Cee didn't speak.

Didn't fight it either.

Part 2 -- "Stretch It Out"

Toni helped her up, hand still grippin' the back of Cee's thigh.

"You walkin' or you need a piggyback?" she smirked.

"Keep talkin', I'ma limp your ass into traffic," Cee muttered.

But she leaned into her anyway -- heavy at first, then more balanced once her foot found ground. They moved to the edge of the track, near the grass. Cee sat down hard, pulled her knees up, rolled her ankle slow.

Toni dropped next to her. Not close. Not far. Close enough to still feel the heat between them.

"Lay back," she said, already pulling Cee's leg up.

Cee frowned. "I ain't no damn patient."

Toni rolled her eyes. "I'm tryin' to help. Unless you wanna walk around with a charley horse for three days."

Cee hesitated.

Then slowly lowered onto her back, one arm behind her head, belly rising with every breath.

Toni hooked her hand under that thick thigh again. Pressed it forward, leanin' into the stretch.

"You tight," she muttered.

"You always in my business," Cee shot back, but her voice had a crack in it now.

Toni pushed her leg higher -- just to the edge of tension.

Then she sat into it. Hips down, grip firm.

Pressed deep, both hands around that hamstring now.

Kneadin'. Pullin'. Rubbing soft but strong.

Cee's jaw locked tight. She wouldn't moan. Wouldn't squirm. Wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

But her leg trembled.

And Toni saw it.

She smirked. "That feel good?"

"I've had better," Cee lied.

Toni leaned forward, breath hittin' the inside of Cee's knee. "Lyin' don't look cute on you."

She let the stretch go. Moved to the other leg -- let her fingers slide slow over the skin like she wasn't in a rush. Cee's skin was soft but firm, warm with sun and sweat, the muscle tight beneath.

Toni looked down at her.

Bra ride up just a little.

Neck glistenin'.

Ponytail messy now, but it looked good that way.

She swallowed once. Hard.

"You been workin' out different?" she asked, voice low.

Cee's eyes snapped open. "Why?"

"You feel heavier. Stronger. Like you been grindin'."

"Been runnin'."

Toni's hand slid higher on her thigh. "I see that."

She shifted again -- now closer.

Cee's bent leg rested against Toni's hip. Their faces just a few feet apart now.

"You remember that summer in Florida?" Toni said, soft. "When we used to run drills at Auntie Carol's place, tryna beat each other's time every day?"

Cee nodded slow. "You cheated."

Toni smirked. "You let me."

Cee chuckled, but it broke halfway out. Her breath caught.

Toni was leanin' in again.

This time, not for a stretch.

Their faces were too close now. Too quiet.

That cousin boundary buzzin' like a live wire.

Toni's eyes flicked to her lips.

Just once.

Cee noticed.

Toni licked her bottom lip, slow.

Cee's leg twitched in her hand.

They stayed like that -- not talkin', not movin' -- for too long.

Then Toni let go.

Leaned back like she'd just realized how close they was.

Cee sat up. Fast.

She didn't say nothin' right away. Just wiped the sweat off her chest, fixed her ponytail.

Toni stood, brushing dirt off her shorts.

"You good now?" she asked, not even lookin' at her.

Cee nodded. "Yeah."

They didn't look at each other.

But the tension? Still thick as fuck.

And neither of 'em could pretend they weren't feelin' it.

Toni paced the length of the bleachers like she was tryna cool off. But she couldn't stop glancin' over her shoulder at Cee, still stretched out in the grass like her pride hurt more than her calf.

"You gon' ice that or just lay there like somebody shot you?"

Cee didn't answer right away. She leaned back on her elbows, one leg stretched long, the other bent -- her sneaker slowly tappin' the ground. Chest still rising from the run. Sweat glintin' under her collarbone.

"You talk too much," she finally muttered. "Ain't nobody askin' you for advice."

Toni snorted. "That limp was beggin' for it."

Cee sat up sharp. "You tryna help or tryna hear yourself talk?"

Toni walked back over, slow. "I'm tryna figure out how you still this weak after a whole season. What the fuck your coach got y'all doin' over there? Line dances?"

Cee didn't rise to it -- not fully. But her glare cut. "Funny. You gon' be laughin' real hard when I dust your ass at Nationals."

"Please. You couldn't dust me with a head start and a prayer."

"Bet."

Toni dropped to the ground beside her again, close enough to feel the heat off Cee's leg.

"Stretch it or shut it," she said, grabbing behind Cee's knee and pullin' it forward. "I ain't about to carry your dramatic ass off this field."

"Don't touch me," Cee warned, but she didn't pull away.

Toni pushed her leg into a firm hold, working the tension out the muscle like she was doin' physical therapy with attitude.

"You stay tense like this?" she asked. "You always this tight?"

"Only when you around."

Toni raised a brow. "So I'm stressin' you out?"

"You been stressin' me out since we was kids," Cee shot back. "You was always actin' like your shit didn't stink. Just 'cause you was light-skinned and fast."

Toni let the leg drop. "And you was always actin' like you ain't jealous."

Cee rolled her eyes. "Of what?"

Toni leaned in, smirkin'. "Pick somethin'."

Cee pushed her shoulder. "Pick a therapist."

They stared at each other again. That same stale air, heavy between 'em. Toni's fingers still grazin' the back of Cee's calf. Neither one of them backed off.

"You done?" Cee asked, voice low.

"With the stretch?"

"With the mouth."

Toni snorted. "You wish."

She let the leg go and stood, brushing her hands off like she just handled trash. Cee sat up and pulled her shorts back down over her thigh, slow and exaggerated.

Toni saw it. Pretended not to.

"I'ma run laps," she said. "You good sittin' here bein' average?"

Cee stood. Limp barely noticeable now.

"I'll jog circles around you," she said.

Toni started jogging backward, smirkin'. "Prove it."

They didn't run hard this time. Just light laps -- shoulder to shoulder, talkin' shit the whole way.

"You breathe loud as hell," Toni muttered.

"Sound like a bitch who's losin'."

"I'm joggin'. You tryin' your hardest."

"Whatever."

They brushed arms. Switched lanes. One cut the other off. Smacked shoulders once. Then again.

"You bump me again, I'm trippin' you," Toni warned.

"You ain't got the hands."

"I got hands, and I got memory. You remember Christmas break? When I put you in that headlock and made you cry?"

Cee's face twisted. "I ain't cry."

"Your eyes was waterin'. Close enough."

"That was 'cause you was yankin' my edges."

"They needed yankin'."

Another bump. This one harder.

Toni stopped joggin'. "Aight."

Cee stopped too. "What?"

"You tryna square up?"

Cee laughed. "Right here? On the track?"

Toni stepped closer. "I don't give a fuck where we at."

Cee stepped in too. "You not about to do shit."

They were chest to chest now, both breathin' heavy -- more from attitude than cardio. Their foreheads damn near touchin'.

Toni's eyes flicked down. Just for a second.

Cee caught it. Her mouth twitched.

"What?"

"Nothin'."

"Say it."

Toni shrugged. "You look different. That's all."

Cee raised a brow. "Different how?"

"Like you finally filled out."

Cee laughed, sharp. "You mad I got boobies now? You still built like a little ass boy."

Toni glanced down at herself. "You crazy. This body still win races. Yours just built to sit."

Cee licked her lips. "Yeah, well at least mine ain't shaped like a lowercase 'L.'"

They both held back smirks.

But their chests were still touchin'. And neither one backed up.

"Move," Toni said.

"You first."

Toni didn't move.

Neither did Cee.

A breeze swept past, but the air between them didn't cool. Just stayed thick. Heated. Uncomfortable in a way that didn't feel dangerous -- Just charged.

Toni finally stepped to the side, breaking the stare.

"Lemme go get water," she muttered.

"Don't trip," Cee said.

"I don't trip. I sprint."

"You fall."

"I win."

"You cheat."

"I'm just better."

"You wish."

They walked back toward the bleachers, still talkin', still pickin' at old scabs that never quite healed. But every line had a rhythm now. Every insult had a pulse.

And every time one brushed the other?

They stayed just a little too close.

But neither said a thing.

Part 3 -- "Hot Lap"

The gym wasn't even open.

Lights off. Air thick. One door at the side left cracked from earlier -- Toni had pulled it open without askin'.

She didn't say nothin' when Cee followed her in.

Didn't have to.

Just walked ahead, peeled her hoodie off, dropped it on a bench like she owned the space.

"You act like you run this shit," Cee muttered behind her.

Toni turned around, hands on hips. "I run wherever I walk."

"Cute."

"No, what's cute is you limpin' behind me tryna act unbothered."

"Say one more thing," Cee warned, tossin' her bag down.

Toni stepped forward. "Why? What you gon' do?"

Cee pushed her.

Toni stumbled back, caught herself on a weight rack -- and laughed. "You really wanna start that shit in here?"

Cee walked up on her fast. "Start? Bitch, I been waitin'."

Another shove. This one ended with Toni grippin' her wrist, yanking her in close, bodies collidin'.

"You don't even know why you mad," Toni said, breath hittin' her lips.

"You the one mad. Always talkin' like you better than me."

"I am better than you."

"In what world?"

"In every one that matters."

They were breathing hard again. Not from fightin'. Not from runnin'. Just from bein' close.

Toni's hand slid around to the back of Cee's neck.

Tight.

Rough.

Cee didn't pull away.

"Let go," she said -- but she didn't mean it.

Toni leaned in.

Cee kissed her first.

Toni slammed her back into the mirrored wall, kissin' her like it was a fight. Like she was tryna shut her up with her mouth. Like she wanted to prove somethin' with every bite.

Their hips met fast.

Cee grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezed hard.

"You gon' stop talkin'?" she gasped.

Toni smiled into her neck. "Not a chance."

She dropped to her knees without another word, yanked Cee's shorts and underwear down in one hard pull.

Cee grabbed the bar above her, pressed her back to the glass.

And Toni went in.

Tongue deep. Fast. Aggressive.

Sloppy.

Like she been waitin' all her life and couldn't waste a second.

Cee's thighs clenched around her head.

"Fuck--"

Toni moaned against her. Licked harder.

"You eat like you got somethin' to prove," Cee said through her teeth.

Toni didn't stop. Didn't flinch.

She pulled her leg up over her shoulder, opened her wider, deeper, wetter.

Cee cursed again.

"You lucky we family," she breathed, eyes rollin' back.

Toni paused -- just for a second -- and looked up at her.

The words hung there like smoke.

Then she dove back in.

Tongue rollin'. Chin slick. Grip bruisin'.

Cee's legs shook. She bit her knuckle to keep from yellin'.

"I swear--fuck you bitch--you better not stop--"

Toni didn't.

Didn't stop 'til Cee was buckin' against her mouth, thighs locked, hand grippin' her head like she was drownin'.

She came hard.

Loud.

Shameless.

Toni stood up slow, lickin' her lips, her eyes locked on Cee's face like she just won something.

Cee grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, slammed her into the mirror.

"You think it's just gonna go like that?"

Toni smirked. "You can't keep up."

Cee dropped low, shoved Toni's shorts to her knees, gripped the back of her thighs and licked one slow stripe up her inner thigh.

Toni's knees buckled.

"Oh, now you quiet," Cee muttered.

Toni sucked air through her teeth. "Shut the fuck up and finish."

Cee grinned.

Then buried her face between her cousin's legs.

It was messier this time -- wetter, deeper, more noise. Toni didn't hold back. Her hands slapped the mirror, forehead pressed to the glass.

"Damn--Cee--fuck--"

Her hips rolled forward.

Cee let her ride her face. Tongue steady, mouth open, nose brushin' her clit with every stroke.

Toni came fast -- unexpected. Loud.

Too loud.

Right in her mouth.

She slapped the mirror once, legs tremblin'.

"Shit."

They both stood still after that. Sweaty. Sticky. Breathing hard in the dark.

Neither said nothin'.

Until Cee grabbed her chin.

Pulled her close again.

Face to face.

"You think this changes anything?" she asked.

Toni looked her dead in the eye. "Hell no."

"You still a cocky ass bitch."

"And you still can't out-run me."

They kissed again.

Just as hard.

Just as fast.

Cee grabbed the edge of the bench, pushed Toni onto it, straddled her lap.

"Just shut up and let me move."

Toni's hands gripped her waist. "Make me."

Cee rolled her hips slow -- soaked, hot, friction raw.

They both moaned.

Not from pain.

From pressure.

From the kind of tension that don't go away after one nut.

This was deep. Unfinished. Hungry.

Cee rode her like she hated her.

Toni gripped her like she owned her.

They didn't say I love you.

They said: "You always do this?"

They said: "With anybody else?"

They said: "You not tellin' nobody."

They said: "We just needed to get this out, right?"

But what they didn't say?

That they were cousins.

They didn't have to say it again.

It already happened.

And neither one of them could take it back now.

Cee's thighs flexed as she ground against Toni's lap, lips parted, skin slick with sweat. The bench creaked beneath them, rhythm getting rough, sloppy, desperate.

Toni's hands clawed at her waist, then her ass, then her back -- like she couldn't figure out what to hold onto. Just knew she needed to.

"You gon' cum again?" Cee whispered against her ear, hot and smug.

Toni bit her lip. "Not with you talkin'."

Cee grinned. Then slapped her. Not hard -- just enough across the cheek to shock the breath outta her.

"You like that shit?" she asked.

Toni didn't answer.

She pulled her back in by the throat and kissed her deep.

By the time they peeled apart, the whole gym smelled like them. Sweat, friction, air too heavy to breathe.

Cee climbed off slow, legs shaking just enough to make her mad.

"I need somethin' else," she muttered, dragging her shorts back up halfway.

Toni licked her lips. "What, the bench ain't do it for you?"

"You talkin' like you got energy left."

Toni stood. "Bet."

They moved fast.

Found the open locker room -- empty, dim light, cold tile.

And without another word, Toni dropped to all fours right in front of the shower stalls.

Glanced back over her shoulder. "Since you like ridin' so much--"

Cee didn't wait.

She straddled her from behind, grabbed both of Toni's boobs, and started grindin'.

Slow.

Wet.

Clit draggin' over Toni's ass, over her slick pussy lips, just ridin' that tension like she was born for it.

Just that sticky, sloppy friction.

Toni moaned into the tile. Loud. Cee bit her shoulder to shut her up.

"You always this loud for family?"

Toni's head snapped up, breath caught.

But she didn't say shit.

Didn't stop either.

Just pushed her hips up harder, making Cee slide in deeper between her cheeks.

It got rougher. Faster. Louder.

Cee was damn near humpin' her like a dog, no rhythm -- just need.

Toni's knees slid wide, ass archin', both of them pantin.

When she came this time, it was ugly.

Loud, ragged, desperate.

"Fuuuck--!"

Cee followed -- grindin' harder, breath sharp, thighs squeezin'.

They collapsed right there on the floor.

Wet. Exhausted. Shakin'.

But it wasn't over.

Not yet.

Toni sat up first, chest still heaving. Wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Get your ass up," she said. "I'm not done."

Cee blinked. "You serious?"

Toni nodded toward the leg press machine through the glass door. "Meet me over there."

Cee followed, limpin' a little, still breathless -- but grinnin'.

"Why that?" she asked.

"Lay back."

Toni had her sit in the machine backwards -- back flat against the press platform, legs high and open, feet braced wide on the bars.

And then?

Toni climbed in.

Straddled her.

And started scissoring.

Cee gasped. Loud.

Their pussies slid together slick, clit to clit, pressure hot and mean. Legs tangled, thighs pressin', abs flexed.

Toni held onto the frame above them and rode her hard.

It wasn't gentle. Wasn't cute.

They both swore, bucked, fought for the best angle.

"I swear--" Cee moaned, trying to brace herself.

Toni smacked her thigh. "Take it."

"I am--fuck--"

It built fast.

All pressure. All contact.

Cousins, bare, tangled, locked in a grind that made the whole machine creak.

They came together this time.

Not slow.

Not quiet.

Toni screamed. Cee choked out a laugh, then a moan, then bit Toni's shoulder to stop from yellin'.

They stayed together, tangled in sweat and heat, the metal frame clankin' as their legs slowly slid apart.

Cee laid there, eyes on the ceiling.

"Don't say shit," she whispered.

Toni didn't.

Just stayed on top of her.

Still twitchin'.

Still tryin' to understand what the fuck they just did.

Part 4 -- "Don't Look at Me Like That"

They didn't talk on the way back to the track.

Didn't need to.

The streetlights were out. Wind still. The air held that 3AM kind of silence -- like even the city knew it wasn't supposed to see what just happened.

Cee walked ahead, jaw tight. Toni trailed, hoodie half-zipped, hands in her pockets. Their shoes hit the pavement soft. Steady.

By the time they reached the track, everything looked different.

Empty.

Black sky cracked open with stars.

That silver moon lighting up every line painted on the ground like a goddamn crime scene.

Cee stopped in the middle lane. Right on the curve.

Toni slowed behind her. Watched her shoulders rise and fall.

She should've walked past her. Should've kept goin' like none of it meant anything.

But she didn't.

She stopped behind her.

Close.

Cee didn't turn.

Didn't speak.

Just reached up, pulled the scrunchie out her hair.

And let it fall.

Toni grabbed her from behind.

Hard.

No words.

One hand in that thick hair, the other yanking her tank top up and off, twistin' it midair and tossin' it across the field.

She kissed her spine. Bit her shoulder.

Then spit -- straight down her back.

Cee moaned, arching, eyes closed -- but still silent.

Toni dropped to her knees, pulled the shorts and panties down together, no ceremony. Just got them out the way.

Her mouth found her again -- fast.

Tongue slid in deep, lips wet, nose buried.

She ate her like it was a job.

Like this was the last chance to taste her.

Like she'd die if she didn't make her cum again.

Cee's knees bent.

She caught herself on her thighs.

Fingers gripped the grass.

She shook. Came. Spasmed.

Toni didn't stop.

Then it shifted.

Toni pulled her back by the hair. Dragged her down to her knees in the middle of lane four.

Their mouths clashed again -- not kissing, not sweet -- just breathing each other in with open mouths and heavy tongues.

Cee spit in hers.

Toni swallowed it.

Then spit it right back.

Some landed on Cee's lips, some rolled down her neck to her chest.

She didn't wipe it.

Toni shoved her down to the track, rolled her onto her back.

Then spit again -- this time right on Cee's tits.

Watched it drip.

Licked it up.

Bit her nipples. Hard.

Cee arched up, face twisted -- pain and pleasure the same now.

Toni slapped her.

Just once.

Left a mark across her cheek.

Cee smiled.

Grabbed Toni's face.

Slapped her back.

Toni moaned.

Then straddled her, rough grind, clits rubbing, sweat mixing.

They fucked like that -- hips colliding, bodies burning -- for minutes that felt like hours.

Toni grabbed her throat.

Pressed her down.

Called her a bitch.

Over and over.

Not outta hate.

Outta need.

Outta that wild kind of love that don't say its name out loud.

Cee dug her nails into her back. Left red trails.

Her legs locked around Toni's waist.

They didn't look away.

Not once.

When they came?

It wasn't quiet.

Wasn't clean.

It was messy. Loud.

Toni came first -- chest heaving, eyes rollin', lips open.

Cee right behind her -- wet and full and fuckin' glowing.

They laid there on the track after.

Naked.

Sweaty.

Shameless.

Still not speaking.

The moon watched everything.

So did the silence.

And neither of them said what it really was.

Part 5 -- "Fake Normal, Real Addiction"

The backyard was packed. Aunties on fold-out chairs talkin' loud over the grill, uncles throwin' dice, somebody's kid cryin' near the swing set. Music too loud. Sun too hot. One of those summer Saturdays that felt like tradition.

Cee had on cutoff shorts, fresh braids, big hoop earrings. Laughin' with cousins, sippin' from a red cup, movin' like she ain't almost got her back blown out the night before.

Toni saw her from across the yard.

Didn't say a word.

Just nodded once when their eyes met -- not too long, not too soft.

Cee looked away first.

They didn't talk. Didn't hover near each other. Kept it cool. Kept it cousin.

But the tension?

Thick as the smoke rollin' off that grill.

Everywhere Cee went, she could feel it.

That pressure. That heat in her chest. That ache between her thighs that she thought was far gone.

Toni didn't act pressed either -- not with her sunglasses on, leanin' against the fence like she owned the block.

But every time Cee laughed, Toni's head turned.

Every time Toni wiped sweat from her neck, Cee's eyes dropped.

They wasn't foolin' nobody but the rest of the family.

Near dusk, it slipped.

Cee walked past her on the way to the cooler. Toni didn't move. Just stepped close enough for their arms to brush.

Close enough to whisper:

"That shit ain't finished."

Cee didn't break stride.

Just smirked.

Thirty minutes later, they were both gone from the backyard.

Nobody noticed.

Toni had the car backed into a side alley just behind the house. Engine off. Windows cracked. That quiet hum of summer filling the silence.

Cee climbed in the passenger seat.

Still no words.

Toni reached over, pulled her in by the jaw, and kissed her hard.

They fought for control with their mouths. Teeth knockin'. Tongues slick. No slow build.

Cee climbed over the console, straddled her, already pullin' her own shorts down. Toni's hoodie was off in seconds, tits bare in the streetlight spillin' through the windshield.

Cee spit on them.

Rubbed it in with her palm.

Licked both clean.

Bit the left one hard enough to leave a mark.

Toni moaned low, hands grippin' her cousin's ass like she was tryna leave bruises. She spread her wide, tilted her hips, and started humpin' up into her raw.

Fast.

Wet.

Sloppy.

Cee slapped her.

Toni grabbed her throat and spit in her mouth.

Cee licked her lips and spit back.

No talkin'.

No nothin'.

Just gasps, moans, skin stickin' to leather, and the sound of wet macaroni grindin' in rhythm under the moon.

They didn't stop when Cee came. Didn't stop when Toni arched hard and let out a growl.

They kept goin' 'til it hurt.

After?

They sat in silence. Sweaty. Breathing hard.

Cee slid off, legs trembling, thighs soaked.

Reached for her bra like none of it happened.

Toni pulled her hoodie back on, slow.

Still no words.

Cee opened the door, one foot on the curb.

Toni said it first.

"Now go back in there and act like we family."

Cee didn't look at her.

Didn't blink.

Just said:

"We ain't been family since last night."

And slammed the door.