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Just Sam.

Thick ass moving around my kitchen, laughing with her family, checking on her kids, fixing shit that didn’t need fixing because apparently she needed something to do besides look in my direction.

And every time she turned around, there was that ass.

Yeah.

I watched that shit.

Didn’t mean I was falling in love with the bitch.

Didn’t mean I suddenly wanted my brother’s wife.

I wanted to fuck her.

There was a difference.

And after that video?

I wanted to fuck her even more.

But fucking with Xay was still the best part.

Because my little brother was standing in my house enjoying Thanksgiving with his family, thinking the biggest problem between me and him was three thousand fucking dollars.

He had no idea.

And I wasn’t in any rush to tell him.

By two o’clock, everybody was settled enough that I could finally stop answering my fucking door.

“Food!” Sam yelled from the kitchen.

Every kid in the house came running like they hadn’t been sneaking pieces of shit off the trays for the last hour.

“Wash your hands!” she yelled right behind it.

Half them little niggas turned right back around.

I laughed from where I stood by the island.

“You enjoying yourself?” Sam asked me.

I looked at her. “Very.”

“I’m talking about Thanksgiving.”

“So am I.”

She rolled her eyes and reached across me for a stack of plates.

“Move.”

“You got a whole kitchen and need the exact spot I’m standing in?”

“Yes.”

I moved about two inches.