Jazz and Steam

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The next two days were a blur of my life falling to pieces.

Julie called my mom and then all hell hit the fan! I’ve was told I was going to be sent to a shrink, that I need to see a doctor, that clearly my hormones were out of balance. If was asked once whether it was my time of the month I was asked a dozen times. I finally told my mother that I would talk to her later.

Then about twenty minute later, my sisters began to ring the phone off the hook.

When my brother Travis was on the other side of my door I exploded!

Yanking open the apartment door, I looked him in the eye and with the full force of my now far out of control rage let him have it.

“I’m a lesbian! Do you hear me? I’ve talked to you all till I’m sick! It’s not a single one of yours’ business who, what, where, or how many times and with what f*****g gender I have s*x!”

Travis looked at me for a half a second, and then with a smile trying to peek past his mustache, he slowly let his head tilt.

“What?” I demanded.

“When I hear from Mom, Julie, Michele, and Wendy all in the same day all about the same thing... I just thought I would drop by and offer you some advice on eating p***y. I have to say my technique has gotten me more than a few compliments.”

I looked at my brother and a slow blush lit up my face.

“Can I come in? Or do you want to scream something else at me?”

I finally felt a smile tugging at my lips.”I’m thinking about it.”

“Well, think inside damn it! It’s hot as hell out here.”

Moving out the way, I let my bother come inside and I stopped trying to air-condition the neighborhood.

He went into the kitchen and opened my refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of water. When I looked at him he held it up.

“I’m stealing a bottle of water from you. Thought I would let you know.” He grabbed a chair and slid it under him. “So want to discuss your earth shattering news or shall I go into details about what a woman enjoys when I go down on her? Seriously, I’ve been told I’m damn good at it, I can give you some pointers.”

Shaking my head. I walked over to the fridge and looking inside, realized he got the last bottle of water. I grabbed a soda and with a shake of my head, grabbed the other chair.

“I’m not sure I want to discuss either topic.”

He shrugged. “Well, I have to say that whether you want to talk about it or not... it is the talk of the family at the moment. I wouldn’t be surprised if our aunties don’t start calling soon.”

I sighed and nodded at the truth of that. The character of the Church Lady from Saturday Night Live was modeled after those two. I swear it was.

“So what should I do?” I asked him. Younger than me by two years, I often found myself non-the-less going to him for advice.

Swishing a sip of water around, he took a slow deep breath.

“Well, what you do is when they call... or Mom or our sisters for that matter, you just tell them... in a slightly calmer tone... what you told me at the door. It’s not their business. If they don’t like it, that’s fine, but they can either keep their teeth together about it or... hell if you like shock the crap out of them and start to ask them questions about picking up women.”

I chuckled and then full out laughed as I pictured my aunties’ faces if I did that. I would have them splashing me with holy water going “the power of Christ compels you!”

“Sis, I just want you to know... I’m here for you. No matter what. I could care the hell less who you want to sleep with. My only problem with your wanting to date women is that you might just get one I would have liked a shot at.”

I smiled. “I don’t think that the types I’m going to be going after would like you.” I said chuckling softly.

“Hey, you never know. I have a good job, a nice car and a...silver tongue.” He stuck the tip of his tongue between his teeth and grinned.

I just shook my head. “You ain’t right.” I said softly.

“Well I ain’t left either.” He sipped the last of the water, and in a show of pure machismo crushed the super-thin plastic bottle. “Elly...”

“Call me Flower.”

Why I said that I don’t know. He looked at me and slowly nodded.

“Flower? I remember Grana calling you that. Okay, Flower, I’ve got to go. I’m supposed to be throwing a big cookout down at the lake and haven’t got the meat bought yet. If I don’t hurry there might be nothing but Spam.”

Chuckling, I stood up. I was suddenly in my brother’s arms. He gave me a tight hug.

“There for you... no matter what. You got it?” he said softly by my ear.

Nodding, I pulled him tight. I found that his support when all others are turning away was worth more than I could ever repay. I walked him to the door.

He snaps his finger as he opened it and spun around. “Oh yea the secret to eating p***y well...”

“Travis!”

His eyes went to mine and held like a snake’s gaze. “You just do everything in your power to make her make different sounds. See how many places you can find that will make her change tone. It’s kind of like learning how to play a musical instrument. Just keep practicing till the odd noises become a symphony. A woman brought to orgasm with your mouth is the most beautiful music in the world.”

I just stood there looking at him. Then gave a slow nod.

Smiling, he tipped a hat he was not wearing and walked down the stairs out to his car. I swear the thing oozes sexy when he cranks it. I watched him drive away and for a moment wished...

“Oh, hell no! I’m getting enough phone calls already!”

Shaking my head, I went back inside to go make that strong drink.

The phone was ringing before I was half way through it.

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