Disclaimer: *All teen characters are eighteen years old, over the age of consent.*
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I sat in silence as the Lyft pulled up in front of my house immediately noticing the activity there. It looked like mom was home and entertaining because it was the only time you'd see my front door open. I was told that in my infancy, there'd been a break-in which my late father thwarted single handedly while my mom watched with her trusty thirty-eight at the ready. Known for his explosive temper, mom allowed dad to pummel the two criminal minded idiots before the police were notified. Weeks later some probable relatives had taken a shot or two at my father from their car before crashing into a telephone pole two blocks away. These numbskulls were apprehended as well, but mom never invited anyone over to our house after that citing and open backyard party that preceded the initial attempted robbery. As a result of that parental mandate, I knew I'd be looking at some of my relatives, most of whom I had this shared antagonistic connection. As I sat looking at my house, my thoughts wandered back to Edna, wondering how she was making out. I was conflicted partially thinking she was in a taboo relationship with Pastor Grey from the start. Sister Jacobs outlined the sordid affair perfectly, but her motives and reliability were in question. I shuddered at the thought of her incredible hips and monstrous buttocks feeling a stirring in my loins that I pushed away.
After exiting my ride, I felt the distinct need to investigate the irritation awaiting me by simply walking along the curb in front of my house until my suspicions were agonizingly realized as I viewed a familiar Escalade parked haphazardly in my mother's parking space. My Aunt Gladys, an insufferable snob who'd married into money, was over visiting and that meant I'd have to suffer the company of cousin Everest Johnson-Sinclair the third, or simply "Ecom" as I liked to refer to the effeminate goof. It was one of the worst kept secrets in the family that my cousin was gay; but Aunt Gladys was offensively clueless to the point of sending him away to boarding school when he attempted to come out to her. I didn't really have a problem with the brother for being fruity, but he had this habit of "borrowing" things and "forgetting" to return them. I'd recalled a missing bicycle recently purchased by my dad, going missing and turning up in his possession during a Sunday visit to my cousin's Mc Mansion abode in the affluent suburbs. I'd began pummeling him before I was restrained and sent to the car for the rest of the visit. Mom scolded me on the way home, tossing in a few cheap shots of her own for embarrassing her in front of family. A week later, Aunt Gladys sent my bike back along with two others and a condescending written apology. I wasn't allowed to ride any of the bikes, including my own. Mom donated the two, new bikes to the church. I watched Pastor Grey award the bikes to two "needy" families that included an asshole that used to bully me in grade school and the daughter of some well endowed (Huge Tits) member angrily rumored to be in the running to become the pastor's wife.
"I SEE YOU LURKING AROUND OUT THERE; GET IN THIS HOUSE!" My mother called to me from the half opened front door. Mom had this kind of cadence to her voice that could emasculate you from a distance and I didn't want any of that shit, hurriedly running into my home and her wagging finger. I was tersely instructed not to cause any disturbances during Glady's visit, because she was rebounding from another failed relationship from the blue blood set. The original Mr. Johnson-Sinclair had long absconded from the relationship with his blonde, personal assistant leaving behind his stuffy wife and long neglected son. He'd done his wife one better with a flippant, "Dear Jane" letter explaining away his relationship and subsequent marriage as an "Interracial Phase". Aunt Gladys reminded me of a frail version of a cheap, rail thin version of Toni Braxton, immaculately dressed in a beige pants suit accentuated with various baubles designed to silently herald her wealth.
"Hey auntie." I mumbled a greeting earning a rough, bicep shake from my mom, who always seemed out of sorts whenever Gladys was around. Gladys was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine from a bottle she'd brought over herself.
"Watch yourself son, your aunt is having a difficult time. Show her a little respect, but I teach it to you." Emasculated, check; mom's did it again spiking my ego as I gritted my teeth, forcing a smile.
"Hope you feel better, Auntie Gladys."
"Whatever." She didn't even look in my direction waving me off with a flick of her hand as she soiled the carpet with the remnants of her wine glass.
"GO HANG OUT WITH YOUR COUSIN, EVEREST!" I was happily shoved on my way, making a mute death curse to Aunt Gladys love life. She was truly, one miserable bitch.
"Whatever." My comment earned me a loud, resounding slap to the back of my head and a threatening finger point as I trudged off to my room.
Muffled, ambient noise and music were coming from my room giving the proceedings some kind of impromptu get together in my absence. My heartrate skyrocketed as I imagined myself pummeling my cousin senseless pushing on my cracked bed room door causing it to swing wildly open. I was unprepared for the sight before my eyes witnessing a lush set of cheeks stuffed into some cutoff shorts.
"My Ecom, how you've changed."
I glanced upward finding myself looking at this sort of eclectic, looking girl that you usually only saw on the North Side of the city. Her face was oval shaped with light green eyes, a distinct narrow nose, and moderately thin lips. Her brown, dewy looking hair was drawn tight on her head ending in two, wavy ponytails. There was a golden, honey dipped hue to her complexion that contrasted with the color of her hair giving the young woman this almost metallic quality. A thick, pair of horn rimmed glasses sat at the end of her nose giving her a demented librarian kind of aura. Her body was that of a cheerleader or athlete's long, shapely, and somewhat lean with curves in the right places. She seemed proud of her figure with an exposed midriff over the aforementioned shorts. A vintage, lumberjack styled halter covered her chest doing little to hide the full, medium sized breasts there. This girl turned to me with a finger in her mouth and this kind of weird, gregarious sounding laugh. I guess you could say she had the stereotypical, nerd laugh.
"My aren't you something; you've made an impression, cutie." The way she turned made her seem a little larger than life for some reason I couldn't pinpoint.
"And you, are?"
"Charmed." She burst into the strange nerdish, giggling as I became aware of the other people in the room, the first of which was this thuggish, looking female, dressed in a hoodie and sagging jeans. She had the kind of face that begged a fist to be launched into it. This woman looked ready for a fight and her first impression left me to believe it the correct one as she stepped in front of the other girl placing her hand flat on my chest.
"Bro-man, you needs to bounce; this a private party, homes." She sounded rough.
"In my fucking room, excuse me, bro." I dismissed the much larger, woman stepping inside my room with purpose turning towards my closet door. The self-appointed bouncer placed a hand on my shoulder as I noticed a couple lying in my bed spooning.
"I don't THINK you HEARD me, HOMES!" The bouncer reiterated.
"I heard you just fine, Zena." I was confident having already got a hand around the Louisville Slugger inside my closet door. Her eyes widened as I slung it against my shoulder, staring her down as the nerdy girl laughed finding the proceedings humorous.
"WHAT YOU GONNA DO WITH THAT?!!" I couldn't believe this, big, bulky looking female was going to face off with me even though I had a weapon. I'd grabbed it to make an immediate impression.
"Evict you, She-Man; get the fucking memo darling, this is my room." I motioned with the end of the bat drawing her attention to it. I intended to feint with it and clock her with my free hand to create enough space between us to swing the bat if need be.
"Chill man; why're you so belligerent to guests in your house. Your mother said we could use the space." I glanced over noticing Ecom in front of my television.
"The space is taken; you didn't ask me shit cousin...and you two had better get the FUCK off my bed." The couple looked mixed as well, probably a little Spanish or something with an almost incestuous vibe in the matching, shoulder length hair and clothing. Thankfully the guy had a thin mustache to differentiate himself from his female counterpart. The self-appointed bouncer edged a little in my direction.
"Hey darling, you'd better cool it with that shit or I'll treat you like the man you want to be."
"Geez man, we cum in peace; thought I'd catch up with you and introduce you to my girlfriend, Mel and some of her friends." His declaration caught me off guard.
