"Even if I wasn't, I couldn't bring myself to back out now. You go on and have a good time, I can handle them." Jake swore looking at them as they sat on the sofa watching the large screen TV, Isaac was giving it his full attention, Darren on the other hand was looking back and forth from the TV to his mother, asking every few seconds, "Where goin' mama? where goin'?"
Crystal chewed her bottom lip nervous as she walked over to him saying, "Mama will be back later - gonna go take care of something. You stay here with uncle Jake and be a good boy okay? Watch your movie, okay? Gimme kiss." She leaned down and kissed Darren, then over to kiss Isaac. He was leaning forward trying to see the TV because she was blocking his view. He threw her a quick distracted kiss, not really paying her any attention. Oh if it were only true of Darren, who's arms were up and held out for her to pick him up.
"'wit'chu mama - go wit'chu!" He began in his baby voice, slowly winding up to make his displeasure known.
"Oh shit." Jake muttered watching him, this was not a good sign.
"No not this time, stay with Uncle Jake for mama, okay?"
"NO! Go wit'chu!" He volume 4 shouted.
"No Darren, you can't go with mama, sit here, be quiet." Isaac ordered.
"NO!" Volume level 5 accompanied with a right swing, slapping Isaac's arm.
"No Darren, you don't hit me!"
"Darren please behave. Be good and stay here?" Crystal practically pleaded and then heard the horn blow out front. The designated driver and friends had arrived, she stood from the sofa and headed for the door leading out of the basement.
"NOOOOO - GO'WIT'CHU - MAMA - MAMA - MAMAAAAA!!!" Darren screamed at volume 10 as she stood at the door trying to get out.
"Oh my god what have I done?" Jake looked horrified.
Crystal stood at the door, trying to get out of it and push Darren back.
"You should get him so my mama can go." Isaac instructed Jake.
Jake stood not sure how to get him. "Darren! Hey man... come here ... your mama's gotta go... come talk to me." Jake pleaded.
"NOOOOOOO NOOOOOO NOOOOOO - MAMAAAA - MA - MAAAAAA-..."
"Darren come on, don't do this!" Crystal pleaded picking him up looking at Jake with apologetic eyes. Jake took a deep breath and walked towards her and the child that had suddenly become possessed. Grabbing hold of him was no easy task in his attempt to take him from Crystal so she could get out the door, he never knew how strong a two year old could be. It was all he could do to hold onto the squirming bundle of rigid muscle spasm, screaming like a banshee, his head tossed backwards into Jake's chest, hitting it like a punch from a heavy weight champion.
"Whoa whoa whoa... hang on hang on - Jesus Christ! Is this kid on steroids!? Darren... it's okay man." Jake muttered holding him out at arms length, afraid of getting busted in the mouth by a rock hard skull. He walked him to the sofa and put him down next to his brother. Darren immediately climbed down and tottered to the door, shaking and screeching at the top of his lungs trying to reach for the handle, sobbing, "MA - MAAAAAA MA - MAAAAAA MA MAAAAAA!!!" He slapped at the door, drool pooling and running over his bottom lip as he looked back at Jake as if he were responsible for this.
"Darren... come sit with me." Isaac invited trying to help.
"NOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NOOOOOOO!!!" He sucked in and cried out each word, his little head of golden curls shaking with the no.
"Oh my god." Jake stood looking at him, trying to think of what to do. He watched him for a moment, hiccupping and sucking back only to blare again.
"Isaac help me man... what'll I do?"
"He migh' stop if you lay down and play dead lion." He suggested.
"Dead lion? What's that?" Jake asked, stunned that such a loud noise could come out of such a small body.
"Uncle Mundo play dead lion to make him stop... it work. You lay over there on the floor, I lay over here... close yo'eyes, don't move."
Jake would do anything to get him to stop and so made a groaning sound to get Darren's attention and slowly made show of a dramatic death, falling to the floor where he lay on his back so Darren could see him. He groaned and then went still, so did Isaac. Darren screamed on for another few minutes looking at Jake, and then at Isaac.
Jake lay there thinking he must be out of his mind. Wondering had his brothers ever had to do anything like this? Had his sons ever carried on this way when they were left with his mom and dad? He was a grown man, laying on a basement floor, carpeted yes, but the floor just the same, how would he explain that were someone to just walk in and see him this way? So far, it wasn't working, they'd been laying for close to three minutes now, but then - he realized, the screaming had shortened to hums and hiccups as if he'd run out of steam or - was now forcing the sobs. Jake had to bite into his lip not to laugh. His eyes were closed and he could definitely make out the change in the crying. It was forced now, a put on cry as his mother would have said. The longer they lay silent, the harder it was for Darren to continue on without seeing why they were laying that way. Jake now realized in that prone position on the floor, with his eyes closed he had no idea what was going on. He felt vulnerable, tempted to look but daring not to. It was then he realized he had to really sharpen his hearing and imagine what Darren might be doing. The crying had all but stopped except for the occasional sucking in and hiccups. A soft, "Mama - go wi't ma - ma." But no more screaming it. Jake used the time laying there to think. Racking his brain trying to figure a way to get from there on the floor to being able to open his eyes without prompting another bout of whimpering. Suddenly the sound of the sucking in and breathing drew closer to him. He imagined that Darren was looking at him, hesitantly coming closer, staring, curious.
Jake didn't move, but he felt like laughing. He figured that he must look like a complete idiot, laying on the floor, stretched, playing dead lion. Darren was next to him, he could feel his little foot against his side. "NO!" He shouted at Jake. Still he wouldn't move, neither did Isaac, who was cheating. He'd made sure to lay where he could watch TV, if Darren looked his way, he would just close his eyes, in the meantime - he could get on with enjoying his cartoons.
As for the other lion, the big one, it was up for inspection. Jake felt the weight of the baby as he sat on his chest, and then to his horror, Jake had to use his teeth to press his lips together tightly as a tiny wet finger tried to work its way inside his mouth. Jake distinctly remembered that same finger had been drilling for gold earlier. Jake almost let out a whimper, terror coursing through his brain as flashes of that finger as it had dug deep, trying to hook the nostril blocker and ... victory!
A growl, part gag forced its way out and Jake's eyes flew open. Darren thought it a game and squealed with laughter while Jake barely kept down the contents of his stomach. Laughing Darren stood and took off running for Jake to chase him. Spitting and wiping his mouth on the shoulder of his shirt, Jake leapt to his knees growling and roaring like a lion giving chase as the little boy wanted. Anything was better than hearing the crying and being threatened by the finger! Having two exuberant toddlers squealing and laughing, riding his back, asking for more, soon brought home to Jake just how old he was getting. Defiant to it, he carried on, determined that they would not wear him out first.
Forgetting himself, he got into the game, rigged up a harness for them to hold onto that he tied to his body. He romped and jumped, squatted down playing gorilla and had Darren squealing and catching his breath from uncontrollable laughter, his little stomach tight as his rapid fire laugh forced its way from him, making him so weak he was unable to sit up. The sound surprised Jake, because it brought him a type of pleasure he'd never experienced before now. To see a child laugh so uninhibited, rolling as he cracked up at what he was doing, did something to him, made him long for more of it. He was sweaty, thirsty and breathing deep, so were the boys.
"You guys want something to drink?" He asked.
Both cheered, "YEAH!"
He went looking through the refrigerator with Darren stand
ing in the door pushing it back pointing at various foods, "Dis... dis dis dis and dis here!" He told Jake, completely comfortable with him now.
"You want all that? Hmmmm, how about some fruit cocktail instead?"
"PEACHES! I want peaches!" Isaac called out.
"Okay, peaches for you and fruit cocktail for you." Jake announced. Darren agreed, nodding his head he went to the table and climbed up, Isaac took the other seat beside him. As they sat eating, Jake ate a bowl of peaches himself. They were delicious. It had been a long time since he'd eaten something so simple, that he found this pleasing. He needed a cigarette but didn't want to smoke yet while they were still up. He would wait until they were asleep. They're mother had left at 6:30 and it was now almost 8:00. She'd said they usually went to bed by 8:30. Jake thought, "Yes... won't be much longer now." He muttered softly looking at them as they ate. He couldn't believe how white they looked considering they'd come from Crystal, also knowing that their grandmother was Sylvia. He hadn't intended for the thought to come to him, but he couldn't help but wonder, 'IF' - and that was if - he were to get Vivian pregnant... what color would the child be? She was really dark. He tanned easily in the summer, better than both of his brothers. Derrick was the whitest of them all like their father. While Jake could get the darkest, even more so than Shawn. His mom had always told them that there was black in their gene pool. Jake had always let it flow into one ear and out the other, because neither of them looked to have a trace in them. So now, if he and Vivian were to have a child together, something told him, that it would be dark. Perhaps Sylvia's complexion. He thought about Tommy Chong - father of Rae Dawn Chong - whom he'd always thought of as hot! Never connecting the two having watched both "Up In Smoke" movies of Cheech & Chong. She, Rae Dawn Chong was pretty dark with the wild curly hair. If they had a daughter, what would she look like? Vivian was stunning. Jake knew that he'd never been attracted to black women in his real life while he'd admired a few on television. Now, in the last few weeks, he'd found himself attracted to two. Sylvia at first, and now Vivian.
Vivian, he closed his eyes thinking of her.
Never had he entertained anything as exotically captivating as she. All of the women he'd ever dated were as Shawn had said, average to dogs. They were easier to control. Shawn's girlfriends had been cute, Christine had been cute, his son's mother - but not like Vivian. Not one could stand close to her. She was uppity. Smart mouthed. Young, vibrant, educated, highly intelligent and one hell of a catch. Claimed that she wanted him, yet pushed him away. He didn't get it. She responded to his touch, to him being near, had even truthfully said so. Yet - she kept him from going all the way. What kind of human gets that hot and bothered and yet, doesn't allow things to go all the way he wondered? It would be different if she weren't attracted to him, then he could understand it. 'There must be someone else! Someone is taking care of her needs or else there would be no way she could turn me away! No way! What kind of game are you playing with me?!' He thought resentfully, but then his resentment faded as he recalled her last words, that she wanted nothing more from him. As much as that plagued his mind, he knew better. He affected her. There was no doubt of that. Problem was, was he the only one that affected her that way? His mind drifted to when he was on his knees, his face wedged firmly between the juncture of her slender thighs, her sweet feminine fragrance filling his head. He'd inhaled long and deep the clean musky scent of her, making him ravenous as he'd tried to get as much of his tongue into her tightness as he could get. He had been unable to control licking and laving her, over and over, tasting and sucking hungrily from her wet entry to the throbbing, swollen clit. Her thighs had grown tense, as she lowered herself unable to control the urge to grind against his tongue and mouth, until she was shaking and climaxing. He wanted her that way again. He loved the smell of her. The taste of her. Heaven help him, but he wanted her in bed. He wanted her sleek black body naked, so he could lick every dark chocolate inch of her and he would. Everything in him needed to fuck her. God help her if he ever did, because he would have her for hours. He needed to get this build up that was growing within him for her out of his system, just thinking of it sent his lust for her over the edge, even now he was erect with his heart pounding. If he could have her just once, one long time - a good two hours to screw her like a mad man, he could then go back to thinking rationally.
"Ooooh uncle Jai - ake! I smell something. He - shit." Isaac announced.
"Ach!" Jake gasped, looking from Isaac to Darren, who was still in the midst of pushing in fact. While the interruption was welcome from his thoughts, the reason for it was something he was not looking forward to, he'd never changed a baby's diaper... ever!
"Aaaaah come on man! Not that! Oooh Darren ... I thought we were cool."
Isaac shook his head, ever precocious stated, "Like Uncle Mundo say, in one en' an' out of the other."
"I don't mind the going in part, that I can handle, its the coming out that's the problem. Darren - come on man, can't you hold it?"
Darren was turning red and finally figured out that it was best to tilt to give exit room, and by the sounds of it, it wasn't all solid, Jake distinctly heard the sound of loose projected liquid and the smell made Isaac shake his head and hold his nose.
"Nooo!!" Jake groaned.
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Crystal was happy she came.
The club was jumping and her brother was mixing like a master. His party remixes were so outstanding because he combined a smooth blend, of old music with the new. Incorporating some of his own created loops and beats. He'd been working on this CD for the last three weeks. Had it down to an art, smooth transition between each song, with exciting build ups to the next song; that made those attending cry out in anticipation. The dance floor stayed jammed. He'd burned two fifty drums of the arrangement playing and had spent night after night labeling them and printing cd covers, using up all of Shawn's ink in his printer, in his mother's printer and in his own. He'd just made it with his and would buy everyone more ink tomorrow. There were hundreds present, if he sold all 100 discs tonight, he would walk out with $750 in his pocket, that did not include what he was being paid by the owner. He had also updated his website where the disks were for sale. She shook her head, wait till their mother found out what he was doing. She'd have a fit. Because she was a writer, she was hardcore when it came to copyrights and plagiarism. Her brother figured as long as he used only snippets and credited those to the artist and added his own mixes to the arrangements, he was fine. Crystal shook her head, he didn't listen. His mind was on making money, which he was doing.
Shawn had shown him how to maximize his website for higher traffic, had also paid for him to be registered for a year at top spots, first pages of search engines, believing his site was used to advertise himself for gigs, he didn't know he was selling CD mixes from it as well, and now this. Granted, he was working his tail off because he wanted to surprise Shawn with the money he made to place it back in his hand from having purchased all of the equipment he was using. He wanted to show Shawn, how serious he was at this craft and how much he appreciated his backing and support.
Crystal couldn't believe the difference in her brother. In such a short period of time - since Shawn had stepped into their lives, he was doing a complete turn around from going nowhere himself - just all talk - to now walking the walk. He hadn't even started school yet, but he was doing something with what he knew and wanted to do. What she admired, was that one of his goals was to pay Shawn back in full for all the equipment and to have a nice down payment on a car or SUV. Shawn had already told him when he returned from Chicago - they were going to find him a vehicle. If tonight were successful, he'd leave the club with no less than $1250 from combined CD sales and the dj fee. He was booked for tomorrow night as well at another club, same fee - and along with him he'd take his second fifty drum. He prayed that the same results would occur, if so - in just two days, he would have enough to pay Shawn back in whole for the equipment. She hoped
that he succeeded in that. She too had come to love Shawn. She stood thinking about him and wished with all her might, that he had been their father. He was totally different from what she was used to in a father. Angela didn't know how blessed she was to have him. She'd told her that too. As far as Crystal was concerned, Mundo as well, that little girl was entrusted to them to make sure her life went as it should. They were both protective of her, taking her in as their little sister. She made it easy to, because as her father had taken to them, so had she.
Crystal stood thinking about a lot of things in her life. Like her mother for instance, while her real father had always been an asshole as far as she was concerned, her mother was her hero. Her role model. She would do anything for her mother, anything at all. Finally, her life was turning around and good things were happening to her, and she deserved all those good things. Crystal took another sip of her drink, she had come out with her friends Kayla, a white girl, 19 head over heels for Mundo. Rochelle, 21, black and crazy. Omyiah, 20, mulatto, loud and a big drinker. Letté, 18, Mexican, their designated driver, the one Crystal thinks Mundo has a thing for. She was on the dance floor now, dancing with a Mexican guy, Crystal looked from her to her brother. Yep... there was something there, he was not looking happy to see her bumping and grinding with the other Latino.
"Aye... cast your eyes to the left at the end of the bar girlfriend - hell no no! Um em... I know you're not going let that shit slide by - are you?" This close to the ear whisper came from Omyiah. The same one who told her about her husband's extra marital activities connected to one, Jeanine Frasier.
Crystal could not believe her eyes, talk about a kick in the stomach.
Yet there they were. Her husband and his mother's choice - Jeanine.
As she stood staring, she wondered how long he'd been there praying that she not see him, them. She could tell by the look on his face as he stood staring across the bar at her. He was probably wondering how is it that she could be there, and not at home with his sons, whom he wouldn't keep - now she could see why, he had other plans.
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