True Bloodline

By David Caines

Eighteen-year-old Iren Cunningham is quickly approaching manhood and on the verge of gaining more freedom than he has ever known. But after he chooses to attend Morehouse College, his mother, Dessie, worries that his handsome looks and headstrong attitude would cause him not to take school too seriously.

Iren and his best friend, Rob, head to Atlanta, Georgia, with hopes of making their dreams come true. Rob is a basketball player who wants to be eventually scouted for a spot in the NBA. Irens goal is less future-orientedhe wants to chill with as many women as he can. But when Iren meets the beautiful and mysterious Christina, he soon realizes that the things he once cared about now hold little meaning. When a medical crisis in Christinas family threatens to sever their budding romance, Iren is prepared to fight to keep this new relationship from fading.

In this tale of unbridled lust and passion, all hell breaks loose as Iren, his family, and friends are about to learn that some secrets should have never been kept.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Dec 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781426957505

David Caines

David Caines grew up in the Hartford area and is a graduate of C.W. Post College on Long Island and New England Institute in Boston. He is employed with the Hartford Board of Education. This is his second novel.

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TRUE

BLOODLINE

DAVID CAINES

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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-one

Twenty-two

Twenty-three

Twenty-four

Twenty-five

Twenty-six

Twenty-seven

Twenty-eIght

Twenty-nine

Thirty

AUTUMN

For all my Brothers

Harold , Fredrick, Victor, Peter, Kevin, Mitchell

And Sisters

Barbara, Janice, Annette, Charlene, Belinda, Kim, Rita, Shinika, and Tiny

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An inheritance placed into the hands of those without

Knowledge or work ethics is pure disaster.

One

You gonna let me or what?

Or what?

"Yeah. Or what? Either we do it or we don’t."

But you know that I’m a virgin, Iren. I’m not ready to be just another conquest for you. Everyone knows your reputation.

"Everybody thinks that they know it, but I’m the only one that knows me." Iren said, nuzzling the ear of the girl he had asked out at lunch. She was being tough. He usually had the drawers off by now. I must be slipping, he thought to himself. He covered her mouth with his own. Catching her off guard, she laid her head back on the headrest. His kisses had her on the verge of fainting, or so she thought.

Your kisses are making me dizzy, Iren. she said.

It’s not my kisses that’ll have your head spinning! when he spoke those words, she started pulling at his shirt; trying to draw him closer to her. He knew that he had made it to where he wanted to be. There would be no stopping her now. His work was done. He could lay back and enjoy the ride. He never had to work too hard to get ‘some.’ Girls and women threw themselves at him all the time. Sometimes he took it, sometimes he didn’t. His looks were able to take him places money never would. At seventeen, he already had had more women than most men twice his age. They had taught him the things that he needed to know. He knew how to take a woman to the brink of pure ecstasy, and hold back long enough to have her whimpering with unsatisfied desire.

She was now out of the passenger seat straddling his thighs; as she unbuttoned his shirt. He may have been only seventeen, but he had the body of a man. A very beautiful man. She ran her fingers over his virile chest; fascinated by the wisps of hair on it as she kissed his exciting lips. He had her bra off for a full five minutes before she even realized it. His expert tongue had her naked breast doing a dance of their own. She could feel him, and she knew that what all the other girls had talked about was true. By him picking her, he had to feel something for her. Right? She had always wanted to be his girl since the day she entered high school and saw Iren pinning a girl to her locker and kissing her as if they were the only ones in the hall. She never thought that there was a chance that she would get with him, but here she was, in his car, half undressed; her pleated uniform skirt bunched around her waist. Take your panties off, Iren said between nibbles at her lips. She maneuvered herself back into the passenger seat; sliding her panties to the floor as Iren undid his pants and stroked himself. She looked at what he held in his hand and almost changed her mind. He saw the look of astonishment on her face and told her not to worry about it, and that he always kept some lubricant to help ease the insertion. He handed her a latex condom and told her to put it on him.

Using both hands, she managed to get him somewhat covered, and herself hotter than she had ever known possible. She was scared, but she wanted to please him in every way that she could. He told her to get on top of him again and positioned the head of his swollen penis at her opening. Heat emanating from him seemed to gather in one spot and she was going to devour the whole thing at once. She bore down hard and was back off of him in half a second. You can’t do it like that yet, Iren cautioned her. You have to work your way down. He took the very large head and slowly rubbed her tight vagina with it until he could feel her loosening up and getting wetter. Now you should be able to take a little in, Iren huskily said, anticipating her tightness. Fearfully, she brought her opening into contact with his rigid member. She did as he had instructed her, and it was easier. Along with the lubrication and her own juices, she succeeded in getting just past the head. He cautioned her not to think that that was it. He hadn’t moved one inch since she started her descent. He let her control everything. He knew that when he did start thrusting, it would be almost more than she could stand. His main concern was not bursting the condom. He was already at risk. The damn things only fit halfway down his shaft because he was so wide. The few times that he had had unprotected sex, were fantastic, but each time had been with much older women who were on the pill or used some other contraceptive method where all he had to worry about was tiring his partner out before the fun really began.

When he wanted some quick relief, he would always call on the experienced ones. When he wanted to have fun, just for the hell of it, he found him one that was not too hard to look at, but lacking self confidence. He could have his way

With those, and they would never know the difference. Just like this one, trying to take as much of him as she could. Just wait until I go to work. She’ll either follow me around like a puppy, or run the other way when she sees me coming, Iren thought.

Iren used his tongue on her nipples expertly. When it was time, he grabbed her hips and brought them down hard onto his lap. A scream started, then stopped as if it was caught in her throat. Her mouth remained open as he tore into her. She felt like she was ripped apart. Nothing would be able to put her back together again. She tried to struggle off him, but the more she moved, the more excited he became and held her firmly in place. Soon, she too was caught up in the pleasure he was bringing. This was beyond anything that she had ever thought about. With an orgasm quickly approaching, she pulled on his hair as if she was about to drown and only his hair could save her. When it hit, screams came from so deep inside of her, she didn’t know that it was she who made the sounds. He had held off his own orgasm to make sure that she felt the full impact of all that he had done to her. He made sure that she would always remember him-even if he forgot her.

When he was about to reach his peak, he whispered in her ear that he was about to come, and his hot breath on her ear seemed to bring on another knee-weakening orgasm. Not as shattering as the first, but still powerful enough to cause her to cry. Staying inside of her for a few minutes longer; when he started pulling himself out of her, she came again; begging him to stop before he killed her. I’ve never heard of two healthy people dying from having an orgasm before! he said.

I’m sure that it could happen. I’ve never felt anything like that in my entire life.

That’s ‘cause you’ve never been with me before. I aim to please, Iren said, as he zipped up his pants. He reached into the glove compartment and retrieved several moist towel packets; giving her several.

I love you Iren, and I want to be yours.

Why? he asked.

No one else has made me feel the way you have.

Could that be because you haven’t been with anybody else?

"I’m not talking about that, Iren! I’ve gone out with other guys. None of them made me feel the way you did. The first time I saw you, I dreamed of being your girlfriend. I didn’t think you would ever notice me. I went to all your home games hoping that you would notice me. It seemed like every girl there was trying to do the same thing: to get you to look at them!"

You can’t make me believe that every girl that comes to the games come to see me.

Most of them did, she said, trying to comb her hair back into the style that she had it in before their tryst. But I’m the one that you got with. They are going to be so jealous when I tell them that you and I are going together. Iren stopped wiping his hands and looked at the girl sitting next to him.

What are you talking about Terry? he questioned.

Terry? Who are you talking to, Iren? Taken off guard, Iren didn’t make an attempt to correct his mistake. He didn’t know what her name was.

"Since you don’t know it, or can’t remember it, the name is ‘Tracey!’ I can’t believe that we just made love and you can’t even remember my name," she said, with slight indignation.

Hey, I’ll take that. That’s on me, but what is this stuff about us ‘making love?’ The one thing that I do remember is that we fucked! Plain and simple. That’s all we did!

I thought you said we were going to be together.

"I said, you could always get with me if you wanted to. Man, I can’t be responsible for what you heard!"

You can take me home now, Iren! Tracey said through tears, without looking at the boy who had just deflowered her.

Iren drove her to her building with the stereo in the car blasting; eliminating the need for conversation. When she exited the car, she gave him a hard, disenchanted look.

I’ll hit you up later, he said, uncomfortably, and pulled away from the curb leaving her standing.

DC

Two

…Man! I don’t love them ho’s! They only want one thing from me, and I don’t mind giving it to ‘em!

Man, Iren, you better watch out. The coach is pissed at you for missing practice today. You might be benched for that ST. Anthony game.

I doubt that. I’m the best he got. Without me and you, he ain’t got no team.

That’s true, but you know the rules: no practice, no play.

Rob man, don’t worry about that old ass! I bet he missed more than a few practices in his day! Robert Griffin and Iren had been best friends since their first day of kindergarten. The two were an unlikely pair from the very beginning. The things that Iren would do, Rob wouldn’t dare. Having two older brothers and a younger sister, Rob always felt that he was being dumped on. He felt that the reason Iren and he had remained friends for so long, was because they were so different. Iren had a way with women, and often talked Rob’s mother into letting the two hang out late, as long as they promised to stay together.

Dessie and Darryl liked Robert’s family and believed that Iren’s friendship with them was a means of calming him down and keeping him focused.

Man, you should have heard that ho scream! I told her I was gifted! I guess she wanted to find out for herself.

What if she goes and tell her peeps how you busted her up?

I didn’t force her to do it. She could have stopped any time she wanted to, but I knew she wouldn’t stop once it got good to her. It would have been like taking candy from a baby…

I don’t know how you do it man; the broads know that you’re a dog, but they still keep coming back.

That’s cause I let ‘em know up front what my game is. Either they want to play it, or they don’t. Most of the time, they think that they can lay it on me so hot and tight that I’ll let ‘em house me, and you know that shit ain’t about to happen!

Long as you don’t mess with mine, Bro!

Don’t nobody want her but you! Plus, she can’t stand my ass since I fucked her girl and never called the ho back!

Man, that shit was foul! Christine still won’t speak to me because of what you did!

Are you worried about it? asked Iren.

Naw. That ain’t it. She always telling my girl that she should drop me.

And has she?

Hell no! She won’t.

Then fuck that ho! She just mad ‘cause she can’t have me! She gave up the drawers and then wanted me to be hers exclusively. Ain’t gonna happen! My pops said to get as much as I can now cause there’s gonna come a time when it won’t be so easy to get as much as I want. So my Brother, it’s still Bro’s one and ho’s none! Iren had been saying that since he first started getting busy, and it let Rob know that it was time to end the conversation. Yo man, I’ll hit you up later!

You better be at practice tomorrow, Homie! Iren hung up before the line went dead.

#

Dessie, Honey, why is it that the only time we get to see each other is a few minutes in the morning? Since you’ve been involved in your women’s centers, I’m beginning to wonder if we are still married to each other. I’m not the only one that’s missing you. The kids are too.

"Darryl, you know how important this work is to me. We have over three hundred clients in Manhattan alone, and we are putting together a federal proposal grant. We need the funding in order to strengthen our ranks. Without this money, our plans for the new center in Queens will be at a standstill.

I know how important this project is to you, but look how things are going at home. The other day, Deirdre asked me when was she going to start menstruating. I didn’t have a clue as to what to tell her. Honey, that’s your job.

Darryl, you are so right. I do need to spend more time with you and the children, but I also have to get this proposal done before the deadline. Darryl sighed heavily. He was beyond begging. It seemed that all his wife lived for was her women’s center. They hadn’t taken a vacation in the past seven years. It wasn’t that they couldn’t afford it; Dessie just couldn’t bear to be away from her job that long.

Dess, listen to me, that center is going to still be there. Your family may not.

What are you saying Darryl?

I’m trying to say that we need you too. I can’t keep trying to talk to you over the phone. We’re not getting issues solved this way. When was the last time we made love? They both were silent. That’s what I mean. You can’t remember and neither can I. You’re busy keeping other folks homes together, but your own is suffering from neglect.

Dessie was starting to get upset with Darryl as well. A couple of months earlier, when Iren and she were having some difficulty filling out all the forms and information sheets for at least ten colleges, Darryl found it very convenient to be at the office while a tedious task lay ahead of them. Yet when Roger, from her office, offered to come over and help with the paperwork, Darryl strictly forbade it, and Dessie had to call Roger at the last minute and inform him that they had a family emergency and wouldn’t be home. Dessie promised to reschedule the session with him, but she never did.

Darryl was the reason that Dessie had to lie to Roger in the first place. When he found out that Roger was gay, he hit the roof; telling Dessie that she must be out of her mind bringing someone like that around the children. Dessie was shocked at his outburst. He had never given her any indication that he was anti gay or homophobic. When they were students in college, there were several openly gay men and women on campus, and they were treated with the same respect afforded to the rest of them.

Darryl’s excuse for his behavior was that he felt that Iren was impressionable, and that his good looks could get him in a situation that he might not be able to handle. That’s ridiculous Darryl! Roger is not interested in having sex with children! And as far as him trying something with Iren, I don’t think so! Every single time that I’ve gone to lunch with Roger, some guy has tried to hit on him! And women too! The man is a social worker with degrees from some of the finest schools in the country.

Dessie, you know as well as I do that degrees and schools have very little to do with an individuals deviant behavior. Dessie wasn’t interested in debating with Darryl. For every positive attribute she would come up with for Roger, Darryl would come up with a negative against him. She soon grew weary of the argument.

Well, then I guess you are going to help me get this work done. It shouldn’t take us that long.

I won’t be able to help you today Dess. I have a case that I have to get ready for trial, and jury selection starts tomorrow. Dessie wanted to scream at him as he grabbed his briefcase and keys; heading out to spend yet another Sunday at his office.

As angry as it made her feel, she had to admit that he had been receptive to practically everything that she had set her sight on. When she wanted to quit working and return to school fulltime, he offered no resistance. His practice was doing better than he had initially thought, and the money that she had gotten from Ray, insured the fact that Iren would be able to attend a good school.

Dessie had wanted Iren to stay in the area, but he had insisted on applying to schools such as Howard, Morehouse, and Florida A and M. The closest school to their home that he applied to was Providence College. Shamelessly, Dessie prayed that he wouldn’t get into the schools of his choice. She didn’t want him to be so far away from home. She felt that he sometimes acted irresponsibly, and that too much freedom would surely get him into trouble. Etta, on the other hand, sided with Iren.

Honey, let that baby go and be a man. He gonna have to go out into the world and be on his own someday, and you gonna want him to know how to take care of himself, don’t you?

I know Etta, Dessie sighed, I just don’t trust him to do the right thing on his own. Since her mother had died, Dessie would talk over whatever it was that was bothering her with Etta.

You think he’s gonna be at these schools chasing girls and not getting what he went there for, don’t you? Well honey, here’s a news flash: that baby is gonna chase him some girls wherever he be at! And they are going to do the same thing to him!

I know Etta. I just been trying to ignore it; hoping that what I’ve been feeling would leave me.

It can stay or leave! It won’t make that much difference. Iren is going to be Iren and you might as well get use to that fact.

I’m just worried that he’s going to go somewhere and get all wrapped up in some woman and totally forget about his future.

And what if he does? That’s on him! You are not obligated to take care of a grown man!

"Oh I know I won’t do that Etta! But there are a lot of women out there who would love the job! Right now I’m dealing with a situation where the woman is the one working and the guy is staying at home, and there is nothing physically wrong with him."

There’s nothing wrong with that, Etta said, as long as he’s taking care of the home and children.

That’s just it Etta; he’s not doing that. He expects her to take care of him, and the saddest part is that he isn’t married to her, but they have three children together. She’s terrified of him and starting to feel that there’s no way out.

How sad for her. I hope your group can help her.

We’re doing all we can Etta, but she has to want to be away from the brutality bad enough to change the course of her life.

Now you see how you just summed up what this woman needs to do? Etta pointed out. Why can’t you apply the same logic to your own life?

I don’t know Etta. It just seems like I can always help others, but my own situations; I can’t handle. I know that Iren can’t help how he looks, but I do believe that he can help how he acts. Catching him in the bed with the cleaning woman was within his power!

Ha ha ha! Child, you had me crying over that one! I wish I could have been there to see the look on my poor baby’s face!

"You should have seen the look on my face! I was totally disgusted with him and her, but mostly her. I couldn’t get her to tell me why or how she managed to wind up in the bed with my sixteen-year-old son!" Etta continued to laugh at the predicament Iren had gotten himself in.

"Child when you told me that the woman was thirty five and married, I almost passed out I was laughing so hard. You know Dessie, for some reason, I believe Iren’s version of the story. He told me that he had just gotten out of the shower, and was drying off when she walked in on him. He was a little embarrassed to tell me how they wound up in the bed, but he did say that she started feeling on him. That’s as far as he would tell me about what went on.

He could have used better judgment and a little restraint Etta!

Get real child! What sixteen-year-old boy knows anything about judgment and restraint? Hell! I don’t know many forty-year-old men who know anything about them either! Don’t be so hard on the baby! You’ll only succeed in making it impossible for him to ever come to you when he really needs to, Etta said seriously. I bet his daddy didn’t raise too much hell when he found out about it.

You’re right. He didn’t.

Deep down, he was probably proud, Etta said.

Not so deep down-he practically congratulated him!

That’s the way men are. It that was his daughter, it’d be a different story. What you need to do is to stop worrying about things so much. You are going to make yourself old before your time.

Well, I’m not going to worry about this new woman. She comes in twice a week, and the best part is that she’s sixty-years old.

"Don’t be so sure about that! Women reach their sexual