Sexy Little Liar by Noire

sucking on her crusty big toe, I knew it was time for me to dip.
    I left them getting naked under the covers and went back inside the main house to look for my baby brother, Jock. For him to be the baby boy and the only biological son in the Dominion clan, it seemed like Viceroy and Selah had slacked off when it came to raising his little ass. Jock was only eighteen but he was a dro-head to the max, and he sagged and styled hood shine like he came outta the trenches of Brooklyn or something. He looked just like a younger Viceroy in the face. He was tall and built damn near as cut as Barron, and he had a thug-a-licious look about him that kept plenty of young girls sniffing on his dick.
    Upstairs in the mansion I took my time walking to Jock’s room. He lived on the wing opposite from mine, and I couldn’t believe how shiny all the banisters were, how plush the miles of carpet felt under my feet, or how luxurious and beautiful the Dominion home really was.
    There was loud music blasting from the room when I knocked on Jock’s door, and I could hear him in there throwing his lil weak rap lines down over a slick beat by a hot producer named Ken Will who was blowing up on Facebook for his hit-making beats.
    â€œWhat’s up, baby brother!” I squealed when Jock opened the door.
    â€œMink.” He greeted me with a grin and reached out for a hug. “Wussup?” he said, opening the door wider so I could come in. “What you doing back in Texas, girl?”
    â€œI came back to check you out,” I said, looking around the room with my eyes bucked open wide. Jock was a pussy freak. There were crazy pictures of monster-booty chicks in erotic poses all over his walls. Some of them jawns looked just like racehorses from the back, with their humongous muscled-up asses hanging halfway down to the ground. That shit was scary. I knew I had a sweet ass and my tail-feather was nice and round, but the asses on these nasty beasts looked like birth defects. They were outrageously freaky and damn near obscene.
    â€œWhat?” he said, laughing at the look of disgust on my face. “What’s the problem?”
    I shrugged. “I ain’t got no problem. I just don’t know how you sleep in here with all that scary-looking ass up in your face all night long.”
    He cracked up. “Ass is a good thing, Mink! Ass is a real good thing!”
    â€œUh-uh.” I frowned and rolled my eyes at him. “All ass ain’t good ass, honey. And don’t believe the hype neither. You can get hold of too much of a good thing.”
    Jock kept right on laughing with his crazy self. “Only a female would say some shit like that. Only a female.”
    â€œYeah, whatever.” I waved my hand as I sat down on a beanbag and crossed my legs. “So besides chasing donkey butts in your dreams, tell me what you been doing since I left?”
    Jock opened his little fridge and took out two beers and passed me one.
    â€œI been straight, man,” he said. “Just tryna chill and have a little fun while I can, ya dig? Before you know it the whole summer is gonna be over and it’ll be time for me to go back to school.”
    I nodded. “For real. It seems like just yesterday we were getting blasted at the Fourth of July barbeque and it looked like Viceroy was getting better.”
    Jock shrugged and kept at his beer like he didn’t wanna talk about his father.
    â€œYou think he’s gonna get better?” I pushed him.
    Jock shrugged again. “He comes and goes. One minute it looks like he’s doing better, and then the next minute the doctors are saying he ain’t gonna make it. I don’t really know.”
    â€œWell, I heard he’s even sicker now than he was when I was down here before. You been to Houston to see him recently?”
    â€œYeah. We flew down there the other day.”
    â€œOh really? So how did he seem to you?”
    He chugged back some