Ricky Takes All: a Sister's Duty
Copyright© 2026 by Born Alex
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Cindy had only one job: help her sister talk to Ricky, the sexy black MMA fighter who broke her heart. The plan was simple: get in, talk to him, and get out. But nothing is that simple. An accident happens, a lengthy talk follows... and soon, Cindy finds herself on her knees sucking her sister's boyfriend's big black cock! Will Cindy be able to resist the domineering black man with the BBC? Or will she simply fold and allow him to take her to heights of pleasure she had never seen before?
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“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.