A NIGHT OUT OF MANY

JASMINE He clutched on to my breasts like they were some punch bag while I unconsciously grabbed his c**k, forcing it down my throat and watching him moan while I jerked back and forth. My hand gripped it as I sucked like my life depended on it. "f**k! you have learnt within a short while..." He muttered, placing his d**k head on my breasts and ensuring his acclaimed 'yoghurt' dripped down from my n*****s to my stomach. I gasped for air and my breath hitched while he sucked them aggressively — those breasts he said were too big for a 26-year old like me. His d**k was the biggest I had ever seen, its thickness and the veins that popped out while it was erect, made my jaw drop every single time. And while he thrusted, I'd scream the roofs off and forget that my problems ever existed! How life was with Mr. Donald until he became the bane of my life... Jason (My brother) would never fail to talk about neurosurgeons whenever there was an opportunity, his love for them was never overemphasized. From his childhood days, our living room had a space mapped out for books and seventy percent of those books were his. Fast forward to fifteen years later, he had gotten an admission to study medicine in the prestigious Oxford University and his happiness? Of course, it knew no bound. But there was a problem—Mum. Not like she wasn't happy that Jason had finally gotten the opportunity to make his dream a reality but we weren't buoyant financially. "So sorry Jay... As hurtful as this could be, I'd say it anyway... You're going nowhere." Mum spoke from the kitchen when he talked about his admission letter. I could tell the sadness in his spirit as his countenance changed, he expected those words. "Mum... that was harsh." I cooed and pat him on the back. Jason had so much in view for an 18-year old. He was so intelligent, enthusiastic and down to earth. I could say he was the sweetest little brother one could ever have. I remembered vividly when Mum told me she had made peace with the fact that she was going to be a mother of one until Jason came. I was 8 and the thought of having a sibling got me levitating. But tragedy struck two years after Jason's birth. Dad died months after battling with some kidney disease and till today, I still feel God was so unfair to us for taking him in such a manner, I mean, what crime did we commit to be as wretched as a Church-rat? Certainly none! And since then, it had been from one coast to the other. Mum was called 'Jack of all trades' because she took up different jobs to make us comfortable. Although, we were not affluent, but we never begged to fill our stomachs. "Sorry it cames out this way, but I know you understand, Jasmine. The fruit business is a bit bad now, how do I sort his fees?" Mum said while walking out of the kitchen. I felt the pain in her heart from the way she spoke—the kind you try to hide but somehow, it finds its way out and draws a map on your face. She was right, her fruit business wasn't really thriving and I had just lost my job as a waiter in one of the eatries down the street. So Jason's sponsorship was almost impossible. But for some reasons, I kept telling him there was a light at the end of the tunnel. "Don't mind Mum, you definitely won't forfeit this one, we'll find a way." I assured him. Whatever gave me such confidence was what I couldn't fathom but somehow, I was sure this wasn't going to be Jason's dream alone but his reality too. "I pray you don't just get his hopes high 'cause I can't promise him a thing at the moment." Mum mumbled while dishing some chicken soup. I had painstakingly worked my arse out at the eatery for six years but I guess that didn't matter to my callous and apathetic manager who fired me for breaking a golden plate he claimed was a gift from his grandmother. "Don't worry Jay, we'll figure it out." I told him with my hands wrapped around his neck. My words I thought, had a profound impact on Jason as he kept nodding affirmatively. I perched precariously on the edge of the sofa, battling with thoughts and rhetorical questions. I had given Jason a glimmer of hope, what if I couldn't help him achieve his dreams? I couldn't afford to let him face the same setbacks I did, especially how my education was short-lived for the exact problem we had—financial issues. Somehow, one of us had to be the beacon of hope for our family. I felt a sense of responsibility but ideas were far-fetched. What could I do to salvage the situation? The pungent smell of garlic from Mum's soup filled the living room and for some reason, it made my stomach rumble and the urge to eat disappeared. I could tell the reason for my loss of appetite wasn't the garlic but the persistent thought of proffering solution to Jason's problem threw me off, messing with my head and suppressing my desire to eat. I had unlocked my cellphone to see what it was that popped up on my screen. "Rubbish!" I watched my phone landing on the rug as I had thrown it out of anger. The message I had received got me upset because it wasn't what I wanted at that time. I was offered a job as a receptionist in a dry-cleaning company but the pay was unreasonable. "Twenty dollars? What would that do for me?" I said huffily. The money I had managed to save from the waiter job was used in paying our house rent and I could barely boast of five dollars. "You'd better tell that lad you've got no plans for him, Mediocre!" It felt like a part of me was trying so hard to get me discouraged but I wasn't letting that happen. Jason would pursue his dreams even if it required taking menial jobs. Mum had mentioned some time ago that the most beautiful thing about me was the fact that I was zealous, Whenever I set my mind to do a thing, I was sure to achieve it so Jason's case would not be different.