Ricky Takes All:
A Sister’s Duty

By Born Alex

---

CHAPTER ONE: JUST ONE JOB

“It was just a small misunderstanding,” I held the phone to my ear as my baby sister, Pamela, complained tearfully. “Honestly, I just don’t get why he’s acting up. Does he really have to be such a drama queen?”

“What?” I muttered, “A drama queen? You’re the only person I know who will call Ricky a drama queen.”

“Well, I’m just saying…” Pamela continued. “There was really no reason for him to break up with me. So please, just talk to him for me, okay? I still love him.”

“And I’m sure he loves you too,” I assured her. “Don’t worry, dear, I’ll talk to him and get to the bottom of this matter. You both will be together before the day is over.”

“Do you promise?” She squealed with hope.

“Of course not,” I rolled my eyes. “What am I? A miracle worker? I’ll just do my best, and hopefully, this lovers’ quarrel you both have will be put to rest. I’m at his place already. I’ll talk to you later.”

The line went dead in my ear, and I let the phone slip through my fingers and drop into my lap. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, pinching the bridge of my nose so I could focus.

“Fuck…” I muttered as I collected my thoughts. When I was done, I opened my eyes and looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. My black silky hair framed my oval face, and it was neatly made up. I was ready to see him.

Ricky’s house was along the way to my salon, so I planned to speak to him quickly, then rush off to the salon. Simple. But I had no idea that nothing would go as I planned.

I picked up my phone and purse, and as I stepped out, I could feel the mid-morning sun warm on my skin. I was wearing a long red bodycon dress with a slit at the side that went all the way to my thigh. The dress was strapless, and my full, plump breasts were squeezed in, showing off my cleavage. I was dressed for work, and Ricky was only lucky that he would get to see me like this before anyone else.

I locked the car behind me, twirling the keys around my fingers as I walked down the driveway to Ricky’s front door. Yesterday evening, Pamela had called me out of the blue, weeping profusely because Ricky had broken up with her. According to her, they had a minor argument, something that wasn’t even worth breaking up over. Yet, he called it quits with her.

And because everything about him was painful and made her cry, she didn’t want to so much as see him at the moment, which was why she needed me to speak to him on her behalf. Around midnight, she had called me, begging me to speak to him. And then, just because I had to get back to sleep, I promised to do that. How foolish of me.

I got to the door and rang the doorbell. I stood as the bell echoed through the house. I looked around the yard, and it was neat and well-kept. There were flowers around the house, signs of Pamela, because I knew how much that girl loved her flowers. If there was one thing I knew, she loved Ricky, and I had always assumed that he loved her as well. But then, how did things get so bad so quickly?

I got no response after ringing the bell. I rang it again after a few minutes, but I still got no response. Then, I used my fist to knock on the door. I could hear the knock echo through the house.

“Hmm…” I wondered as I made my way to the window, “Is he even home?”

I pressed my face against the window, and I saw the living room, but he wasn’t there.

“Shit…” I dialed up Pamela’s number at once. When she answered, I spoke, “he’s not home, sis. Why the hell would you bring me here when he’s not home? Is he at work or something?”

“I thought I told you? He works from home! This is why you should pay attention when I tell you stuff!” Pamela replied, sounding cross, “Besides, he should be working out by now. You won’t see him from the front door; you have to go to the garage, the window beside the garage, and you’ll see him through the window there.”

“Okay, stay right on the call.” Without ending the call, I walked around the house, careful to avoid the beautiful flowers Pamela had planted during their relationship. As I got closer to the garage, I could hear music playing. For me to hear it outside, I could tell that it was really loud inside. Was this why he couldn’t hear me knock?

I finally found the window Pamela told me about. I placed my face to it, and sure enough, Ricky was there lifting weights. The window was stained, so I couldn’t see much through it, and the curtains. But I was sure he was the one. The loud music was also coming from the room. I knocked on the window, but he couldn’t hear me at all. He was so focused on doing his reps.

“Fuck, Pam! He can’t see or hear me!”

“Then you have to go in,” she told me.

“What? I’m  not gonna break in.”

“You won’t be breaking in, sis. Besides, his door would most likely be unlocked. He’s a former MMA fighter and Boxer, so he’s not as bothered about security as the rest of us. Only an idiot would try to rob him.”

“Yeah,” I said sarcastically. “That makes me feel so much better.”

I cut the call and made my way back to the front door. I took the knob in my hand and turned it. The door opened silently, as if all the hinges had been oiled perfectly. I stepped in, closing the door behind me. The interior was beautiful and well-kept; however, now that I was inside, the music was only louder. I had only been in here a few times in the past when I came to see Pamela during their relationship, but this was going to be my first time being here alone with Ricky.

To find him, I followed the music. It led me to a small passageway. Then, I found the kitchen that led to the garage, but there was a smaller room beside it. The door stood open, and I could see through it. It was the room where Ricky had been working out, his equipment was all there… but Ricky wasn’t.

“Where the hell did you go?” I whispered with a rasp of frustration.

Just then, I heard a loud creak behind me as a door swung open. I turned at once, my heart jumping to my chest as I stared at Ricky. He was fresh out of the bathroom, wet and dripping. I saw his chiseled and magnificent body, tightly repped, evidence of how much he worked out. His body was a masterpiece, but the most thrilling part was what was dangling between his legs.

It was magnetic, drawing my eyes as if it had a gravitational pull of its own. And when I stared at it, I just couldn’t stop. It was his cock. It was soft, but it was also fat and long.

Ricky had the sexiest black cock I had ever seen in my life.

---

CHAPTER TWO

                                        

        A FIERCE RESISTANCE

“Cindy?” Ricky gasped in shock, “What the fuck, Cindy?”

I couldn’t speak; my eyes were so focused on his cock. I felt butterflies in my belly, and I was immediately damp between my legs.

“Cindy!” He said again, more fiercely, “What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

My eyes snapped up to his, “I’m… uh… I’m sorry. I was knocking, but you weren’t answering, so I… I came here and thought I should…”

I could barely think straight. His cock kept drawing my eyes, and the loud music wasn’t helping out either. It was as if that place was suddenly too small; I was feeling claustrophobic. Then, I turned and ran to the living room.

“Fuck!” I muttered as I placed a hand over my breasts, trying to get myself back under control. I could feel his cold air conditioner blasting me. I lowered myself into the nearest couch, breathing fresh air. “Fuck me… what the hell did I just see?”

The scene replayed in my head, and I watched him step out like an Adonis, his black skin shining under the soft lights and his cock dangling between his thick thighs. Why the fuck was he even naked?

Because he was taking a shower, moron!

I gave myself the answer. But still, I recalled that he didn’t even try to get decent, not even once. He didn’t try to grab a towel or anything; he simply stood there and watched me make a fool of myself as I stood before him.

This intervention I had come to do for my sister was starting on a very bad note. I picked up my phone, my fingers were shaking. I needed to put an end to it at once. But still… I just couldn’t break my sister’s heart like that. I needed to see where all this would go. I still had to try to salvage her relationship.

I was alone in the living room for over ten minutes, which was good because by the time he had arrived, I believed I was back in control of my body. Even better, he had turned off the music. When he returned, he was wearing shorts, but that was all. He was bare-chested, and I was pretty certain that he wore nothing else underneath those shorts. He walked into the living room and sat on the couch across from me.

He stared at me, “Well, you’re yet to tell me why you’re here.”

“Uhm…” I stammered, looking at his handsome face was distracting, but the alternative was looking at his shorts, where I was sure his cock was lying snugly. I didn’t want the image in my head at all. “Before we start, I just want to apologize for what happened earlier. I didn’t mean to-”

“What’s wrong, Cindy?” He cut me off, “You seem to be saying everything except tell me why you’re here this fine morning! Shouldn’t you be at the salon?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I straightened out my gown and shifted in my seat, “Pam sent me here, it’s about your breakup. She’s devastated, and she really loves you. Why did you have to break her heart like that?”

“I didn’t break her heart, okay?” He said as he got up, he walked to the minibar built into the wall and returned with a bottle of tequila and two cups. He then poured out generous amounts for us both, “I was only doing what was best for us. We were arguing too much these days, I wanted it all to end.”

He held out a cup to me.

“I’d be going to work when I’m done here…” I muttered, but I took it. I took a sip and felt it burn through my throat. “Arguing? Pam told me it wasn’t something major, and it sure as hell wasn’t enough for a breakup.”

“Well, it was for me,” he took another swig of his drink. “Sex is an important part of any relationship, you know how it is, right?”

I stared at him, his tone had me uncomfortable for a moment, “I know? What do you mean?”

He shrugged, “Cindy is a pillow talker; she talks about everything. Including you. She told me you have a very colorful life.”

I swallowed. Had Pam really told him about my past?

“See, my past is my business, and Cindy had no right telling you those things.”

“Your past?” he took another drink. “She told me about how you took on the football team back in high school, and in college, you almost fucked all the frat boys. That was your past. Now, you’re fucking your husband, a basketball player and a club security guard. Apparently, the club security has a really big dong. Now, that’s your present!”

“Fuck!” I groaned, “fucking bitch! But still, none of that has anything to do with why I’m here today.”

“No, it doesn’t. I’m just saying that you understand why sex is so important. You and I are similar; if we don’t get sex regularly, we’d probably go insane.”