This story is copyright of destinie21 2004. Please do not reproduce.
This tale contains incest and lesbian sex if your adverse to either read no further. To all others please enjoy...
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To tell this story right I guess I'll need to go back to the beginning.
In the beginning no, no, no. Once upon a time, no not that either. Hmm how to begin
Okay here we go. At the age of nine if anyone had told me the air could be like a blanket I would not had believed it for a second, only because I wasn't well versed in metaphor. But in August the air was indeed like a blanket. Too warm too cumbersome and far too thick. It was also silent because kids didn't want to play and even the birds and the bugs seemed to think it was too exhausting even to chirp or flit about. I as usual was inside the house reading and trying desperately to ignore the heat, while an old electric fan propelled the warm thick air about the living room. My mother waltzed in and ended that by telling me I may as well go out and play because it was too nice of a day for little children to be cooped up indoors.
When she was far enough away I rolled my eyes, I didn't see her out enjoying the inferno. Still you couldn't just blatantly disobey Mama and expect to get away with it. I took my book and walked outside shutting the screen door with as much attitude as I dared. I ended up sitting on the porch in the shade, which wasn't really that shady or cool, reading and praying for a snowstorm. I was so engrossed in Charlotte's Web and I didn't even hear the car pull into the drive, what I did hear was the clickty-clack of high heels on pavement and the jangle of gold bangles rubbing against one another.
It was the first time I'd heard a woman make music with her movements. I watched her as she made her way from the car to the steps of the porch. She was wearing a yellow sleeveless dress and a pair of bright red high heels. She managed to look cool and composed as she walked the red silk scarf that held back her deep auburn hair moved as if there was a breeze.
Her skin was the color of cinnamon and if my father had been around he might have called her a redbone. I drank her in like a liquid as she opened the screen door and walked into our house as if she had a right to be there.
I would have thought she had not seen me at all if she hadn't caught my eye and winked at me. I forgot all about Zuckerman's famous pig as I crept closer to the screen door. Curious as hell about this woman. I could hear the stranger calling out to my Mama as she carried her music into the living room. "Gina, where the hell are you girl?" Her voice had laughter in it as she spoke. Suddenly I felt sorry for her. Nobody cussed in our house, even Daddy.
I could see my mama's feet on the stairs as she came down. I pulled back a little not wanting to be caught spying. Mama was forever telling me to stay out of grown folks business. When Mama's back was to me I peered through the door again certain she was about to yell at the cussing woman, instead she threw her arms around the stranger as if they were old friends. I wanted to laugh I wasn't sure who this lady was but she was already extraordinary in my eyes.
"Josephine girl when did you get here?" Mama asked stepping back with her hands on her hips. The woman whose name I was already rolling around in my mouth like a piece of hard candy smiled.
"Just a minute or two ago."
Mama nodded her head and may have been about to say more when the woman turned her eyes to me. I backed away thinking I was surely going to be in for it, but she spread her arms causing the bracelets to sing again, and motioned for me.
"Hey Love come give your Aunt Josephine a hug."
I opened the door feeling suddenly shy, I'd heard of Aunt Josephine and seen a few grainy photos before but I had never met her. She was my father's younger sister who lived in Louisiana, a far off place as far as I was concerned having been born and raised in Chicago. Besides that I wasn't the hugging type and my name was Sabrina not Love. Still she had sent me birthday and Christmas presents so she couldn't be too bad even if I didn't know her at all.
My mother looked at me and her eyes told me I'd better get moving. So I hugged this newly discovered Aunt. Her skin felt cool and she smelled to me like fresh water. When I pulled back she looked into my eyes then stepped away sizing me up. I was doing the same although I had already looked her over, when I met her eyes I was shocked she looked a lot like a female version of my daddy. He was handsome and she was beautiful but instead of being brown her eyes were almost gold.
Mine were too and I'd always thought them strange especially up against my dark skin. She laughed again though I wasn't sure why "Well aren't you beautiful Love." I shrugged and mumbled thanks. I had never really thought of myself in terms of looks. She smiled and looked me dead in the eye. "You are beautiful and don't you ever think any different."
Aunt Jo as it turned out was moving to Chicago, She wasn't just visiting although she did stay with us for months while she looked for a place to live and work. I got used to her presence and practically lived in her shadow. She never did stop calling me Love and I didn't mind at all. I cried the day she moved into her own house but as it turned out I could visit her nearly anytime since she only lived a block away. She opened a dress shop that eventually became a chain of successful boutiques bearing her name.
Thirteen years later I still thought Aunt Josephine was extraordinary and I had never met any woman who carried music the way she did. I still took pause at the sound of high heels on a hard floor or the sound of bracelets moving together. I had been away from home for three years modeling overseas it turned out Aunt Jo wasn't the only one who believed I was beautiful.
Of course my parents had practically had strokes when I'd told them I was forgoing college to work as a model, they had always instilled in me a sense of independence and following my dreams, apparently they had thought my dreams would mesh with their dreams for me. It had been my Aunt who had come to my defense and who had also sat me down and had a long talk about my future. I had promised her and my parents alike if things didn't work out within a year I'd quit modeling and go to College. .
My height and "exotic" looks had landed me on the runway in New York and within six months I was signed with one of the top agencies in the world. I hadn't expected that following my newly discovered dream would take me so far away from home for such long periods of time but I wouldn't have traded it for anything. I'd seen my family only a few times and always for short intervals over the last three years. Now I was a big name and well on my way to being a supermodel so I could afford to take time off and set my own schedule. I was highly excited to have two weeks all to myself where no one would be posing, prodding, or instructing me. I wouldn't have to consume and ounce of water per body fat ratio or do any prone scissor kicks or repetitious crunches I could just relax and enjoy. I arrived at my parent's house in a rented car with the music blaring.
My mother who had been expecting me practically yanked me from the vehicle before it was in park. She hugged me tight enough to constrict my breathing. I smiled and returned the hug, despite all the luxury money could bring nothing could replace my mother's arms. My father was right behind her and he swept me off of my feet twirling me around as if I were still a child instead of a grown woman. I hugged him back laughing and holding on. When he set me on my feet he was beaming with pride. "How's the most beautiful girl in the world." I rolled my eyes and tried not to grin like a fool at my Daddy. "I'm fine. How are you guys?"
Before they could answer Aunt Josephine emerged from the house. She was still as beautiful as always and seeing her made my heart skip. I tried to tell myself I was just happy to see her, but part of me knew that to be a lie. I'd been attracted to her for years but I'd figured time away would set me right. It hadn't, there had been women in my life and in my bed for many years but none of them had ever come close to her. I still wanted her badly and more that just physically, she was the only woman I had ever adored. Somewhere between my sixteenth birthday and the present I had fallen in love with her. Now it was just a familiar feeling whether she was present or not. The thought that my feelings were wrong was old news; mostly I figured they weren't really wrong, as I had no plans to act on them.
She was in my arms and just for a few moments I imagined that the hug was more than just a friendly greeting. I pushed the feelings aside hoping she hadn't seen the lust flash through my eyes. Josephine smiled wide flashing her perfect teeth at me. "Hey Love how are you."
"Good" I wouldn't meet her eyes she'd always been able to read me like a book. She tipped my chin up and forced me to look into her eyes. She didn't say a word but something in her look shook me to the core.
Daddy insisted on getting all of my luggage and carrying it to my old bedroom by himself. We followed him into the house. While Daddy was busy with my bags my mother and aunt tried to stuff me with food. I ate as much as I could relishing in the home cooking. My mother as usual was grilling me about everything in my life that wasn't her business. My being a lesbian was no big deal as I had come out in high school but still being single was in her eyes a travesty of epic proportions. I couldn't very well tell her that I was in love/lust with my aunt nor could I divulge that I was having plenty of healthy no stings attached sex. It just wasn't the type of thing you chit chatted with your mother about over coffee, at least not in our family.
When I couldn't eat another bite I excused myself to wash away the funk of travel and unpack before resting for a little while. I unpacked and had taken a shower. I was standing in the bedroom that had seen me through infancy childhood and my teen years when I heard a knock on the door. I cinched the belt on the black full-length satin robe I'd donned and opened the door. Aunt Josephine was standing there and for a moment I just stared. She didn't say a word as she pushed past me into the room and seated herself on the foot of the bed. I turned to track her movements with my eyes wondering what was going on.
