I was never quite sure what my cousins Eli and Ice told their wives about how Eli lost his left eye. I couldn't imagine that they had told them the truth about how my big-titted sister-in-law Cristela had beaten them up in retaliation for pulling her shirt up and groping her tits for the "Going Wild" amateur softcore reality porn cameras during The Gasparilla festival the previous January. Cristela had caught my cousin in the eye with her wooden wedge heal shoe and kneed Ice in the balls so hard he had been left doubled over in pain. Cristela had spared me from punishment even though I had pulled her skirt up to give the cameras a view of her tiny blue panties. In fact, later that same night my sexy Latina sister-in-law included me when she was giving out handjobs in one of the back rooms of a dance club.
I knew for a fact that both my cousins had ordered the "Go Wild" DVD in which Cristela was featured. They never missed an opportunity to put it on whenever their wives weren't around. They were pretty brazen about it. I'm not sure how their wives never stumbled across the DVDs as several times when I visited to watch baseball the DVD was already loaded in the machine. Years later when Eli bought a family minivan he played the DVD while we drove around town for my bachelor party. I was much more discrete with my DVD copy of Cristela going wild.
I wasn't sure if Eli's eye was the reason my cousins' wives didn't like Cristela or if they had any idea what actually happened at Gasparilla. The official story I was told we were going with was they had been that they had been mugged and beaten up during the night parade in Ybor City. It wasn't hard to believe because if you ventured outside the main strip in Ybor the Tampa neighborhood got pretty rough pretty quickly. I thought we were going with the muggers story because we were all afraid of my brother Jeremiah and what he would do if he found out the truth. They got mugged while me and Cristela were at a dance club, that's what I heard, end of discussion.
My cousins' wives hadn't been that friendly to Cristela before Gasparilla but afterward, I don't think they saw her at all. Both Eli and Ice had made plans to be out of town fishing for Easter and their wives didn't come over either. Cristela had been pretty lonely for most of her first year in the states. Aside from my mom, she didn't really have any friends. That all changed when she found a Dominican hair Salon in St. Pete.
Rosa the owner of the salon had the nicest pair of tits I had ever seen. Even my goofy brother couldn't help but be mesmerized by them when he saw her. She and Cristela became fast friends. At the time Rosa was dating some Mexican boxer. I had never heard of him but he had some kind of championship and my brother knew every detail about his career and would hound him obsessively with questions about boxing. I was waiting for the day when he would get sick of Jerry and smack him but the day never came. The guy had the patience of a saint. He answered all questions and ignored Jerry staring at his girlfriend's rack. My goofy brother was too clueless to be afraid of what was the scariest-looking Mexican in the world.
When July rolled around and even though the fourth fell on a Sunday my brother was going to have to work as usual. I was expecting the call from my mom asking me to take Cristela out with me to watch fireworks. Just like every other event Jerry missed due to work, my mom wouldn't want Cristela to miss out. After having to bail on hanging out with my cousins because of the issues between them and Cristela I hadn't even tried to make plans to hang out with them.
When Cristela made plans with Rosa from the Salon, I didn't get hit up to take Cristela out like usual. I was left without a plan for the Holiday. I stopped by my cousins to hang out with them.
"I don't know Zed, you haven't wanted to hang out in months." Eli said to me squinting with his one good eye.
"Yeah, ever since Gasparilla you've been like Cristela's second husband." Ice quipped.
"All of the hassle of being married but none of the benefits of a bit black tit wife." Eli laughed not knowing the whole truth.
"Please guys, it's too late for me to make other plans." I pleaded.
"Well, this is the last year we can all go out to Peeks Beach and watch the fireworks from the stands like we used to when we were kids." Eli sighed.
"Why's that?" I asked
"Because Zed, Peeks Beach is dead. Peeks Beach is dead Zed." Eli answered.
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's not like it was when we were little kids. Around the time ten or fifteen years ago when they started calling it Choco Peeks Beach it started getting a bad reputation. It's just gotten worse." Ice said.
"So they sold the whole point to a condo developer." Eli said.
"Construction starts end of September." Ice said.
"Hopefully the weather cools some by then." Eli said.
I couldn't believe it. The point had been a huge part of our childhood. We only lived a few blocks away. The waves were at their strongest at the end of the beach and this was the best spot to catch a girl having a swimsuit accident. Under the bleachers was both a great spot to get out of the sun and out of the wind on the rare cold day. I smoked my first joint there. If you were feeling up to it there was a small island a quarter mile out that was swimmable when the water was calm. The rich kids used to jet ski out there and let their girlfriends sunbathe topless. I wasn't ever brave enough to try the swim but my cousins used to do it. I was jealous. The rich kids always had the hottest girlfriends. I remember Eli and Ice used to charge my friends a dollar to look at a topless polaroid our class president with her perky tan lined b cup tits out.
After much pleading my cousins let me tag along with them at Choco Peeks to watch fireworks. When I got there I realized why the city agreed to sell the point to developers. It wasn't like when were kids. It had been a few years since I had last been there and I forgot how scuzzy it was. They had done a major renovation on the south end of the beach that had attracted cool shops and restaurants. The city installed lifeguard towers and installed a parking garage and a free shuttle to an even larger parking garage over the bridge. The south end of the beach was the happening place to be.
Choco Peeks was rough in comparison. There was graffiti everywhere. The police didn't patrol this end of the beach very often and were reluctant to step in over minor infractions because the county jail was a two-hour drive away. They didn't want to reduce the number of cops on patrol unless it was necessary. They didn't enforce the alcohol ban if you used your brown paper bag. They ignored the wave of pot smoke coming from under the bleachers. If you could break up or end a fight before they needed to step in they were pretty happy to let the combatants walk away without charges if no ambulance was needed.
The lack of consequences for fighting meant that if your girlfriend wanted to keep her bikini top in place it was on you to protect her. Top snatching was a common occurrence among the hard-drinking rowdy crowd. It was somewhat of a badge of honor if you could walk your girl around in a bikini and keep her nipples a secret. A lot of guys that thought they were tough in high school tried their luck at Choco Peeks and ended up with a faceful of sand and an up-close viewing of their topless girlfriend getting her titties groped.
The point attracted a mix of girls who were closet exhibitionists and girls who liked to be fought over and defended, even if it meant risking being forced to show a little tit or put up with a public groping by rowdy drunks when things went wrong My cousins fit right in as they set up their cheap camping chairs and styrofoam cooler full of Natty Light in a strategic spot. My cousins were experts in separating the jail bait from the barely legal. They would bet a girl a beer they could guess her sign and then demand proof. As soon as they confirmed a girl's legal age it was game on.
After my brother had beaten both my cousins up they had gotten into MMA. They took Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu classes once a week and while they usually got folded up by the ex-wrestlers, they were capable of taking down the average high school wanna-be tough guy with ease. They were especially confident because they had no issues with double-teaming anyone who got out of line.
I was much more reluctant than my cousins to try getting grabby with any of the girls on the beach. I might have been safe today while Ice and Eli were around but I knew there was always a chance I might run into one of these angry boyfriends in the future when I wasn't rolling Three deep with my cousins. Also, I had seen how bad it can go when it goes bad. I couldn't believe Eli hadn't learned his lesson after losing an eye messing with a girl who didn't take shit. I considered myself lucky not to have suffered my sister-in-law's wrath the last time Ice and Eli encouraged me to assault an unwilling girl's tits.
It didn't take long before my cousins' annoyance at my reluctance to join in on their toxic form of entertainment turned into real anger. Their playful teasing and calling me a baby and a scardey cat turned into a violent sexual humiliation at my expense. Eli started playing "sack attack" with me even though there was no way I would retaliate and risk his drunken rage. After a particularly good hard shot to my nuts, Ice slapped my ass like a girl and told me to walk it off.
Just as things seemed as bad as they could get, I spotted three older guys from back in high school; Leo, Gary, and Fisher. Gary and Fisher talked me into stealing my brother's car my sophomore year when Leo got the hot Swedish exchange student black-out drunk and needed to get her home. There was a real possibility of a train ride situation if I hadn't crashed into a tree. They were cool guys and they let me watch nanny cam videos of Leo's maid in the shower but they hazed me pretty hard for the privilege of hanging out with them.
It didn't take long for Leo, Gary, and Fisher to join my cousins in picking on me. They recognized my cousins as fellow degenerate predators and waded out into the water to grope a couple of girls in front of their boyfriends now that the five of them had a numbers advantage. It was hard to tell what was happening beneath the water but my guess was that one or two barely legal beach bunnies got finger popped while their boyfriends watched helplessly.
