We had a finished product, so-to-speak. It was a rough draft, but it was something we could submit to a magazine creation website Jessica researched. It would be good enough. Jessica put up some images and story excerpts on a website to act as an online demo I could show Neal.
I planned a drive to Atlanta to meet with Neal. That evening Bea, Jessica, and I took Gabe out to celebrate. TJ wasn’t there. Neither was Nicky. Gabe knew they were having sex. I couldn’t hide it from him. He was down, sad about it, leaning in at the restaurant, admitting he was ok with it. I didn’t believe him. I patted his thigh, and rested my head against his shoulder. We took a long walk, just him and me, afterward. Bea and Jessica were meeting up with Eric somewhere. I didn’t care, I felt for my nephew.
When we arrived home, the sun was setting over the horizon. I used the bathroom and entered the kitchen to see Gabe staring out the window. He looked angry, his fists clinched.
“Gabe, sweetie? What is it?” I placed my hand on his shoulder. He shook his head and stormed off.
I looked out the window to see a silhouette of his naked mother, in the shallow end of the swimming pool. TJ was in front of her. I watched her place her hand on his bare chest. He leaned down to kiss her, his hand squeezing a breast. It was a beautiful sight, but it was ruined by my nephew’s heartbreak. I shook my head, trying to figure out what to do.
I considered undressing, going to his room, and having sex with my nephew. He’d be the first white guy I ever had sex with. I took off my shirt, slid my skirt down, I was doing it. I took a step forward and Gabe exited the bedroom, keys in hand, not looking at me. “I’ll be back later,” he said over his shoulder, slamming the door on his way out.
I peered out toward the pool once more. Nicky and TJ were kissing, she was stroking his cock. I would talk to her in the morning. I had to.
I went to bed, unable to sleep. I called and texted Gabe several times. He finally texted letting me know he was fine, he’d be home later, and that he had to get out of the house – away from her. I slammed my phone down and got out of bed.
“Hey!” I shouted into the backyard. Nicky was on top of TJ in the hot tub. “Can you two go elsewhere? Maybe to TJ’s?”
“Sure,” TJ stood, Nicky’s legs wrapped around him. He grabbed a towel, picked up his keys, a white woman – my sister – moaning in his arms.
“And Nicky,” I glared at her. “Tomorrow you and I need to talk.”
“Mmhmm,” she said, kissing at TJ’s neck, as he walked by me.
***
“Your son never came home last night,” I told Nicky the next morning, sitting around the small kitchen table.
“What? What do you mean? Is he ok?” she asked.
“No. Physically, he’s fine. He went camping, alone, at the far end of the beach. But he didn’t want to come home.”
“Why? Oh, um – ”
“Yeah. Because the woman he loves, his mother, was too busy to spend time with him.”
“Devin, this is – ”
“Crazy, I know. But we’ve all seen how you and he have gotten closer since moving into this house. We all know where it’s headed. Wrong, sick, it doesn’t matter – it’s real love. You can’t hide from it, from him, anymore. Let what’s supposed to happen, happen.”
“Devin,” she ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.
“I know I don’t have a son. I will never experience it either. But if I did and he felt about me the way Gabe feels about you, and I felt the way you feel about Gabe, all the black men in the world wouldn’t keep me from making love to him.”
“It’s just not normal,” Nicky said.
“No one is judging you here. Just go for it. He’s not OK. Please go to him and at least talk to him about things. Do you want it to happen?”
“Yes. I do, very much so,” Nicky admitted immediately.
“I know it’s probably scary, to take the plunge. But go find him, make up with him.”
“I could, maybe, maybe we could go to dinner tonight, someplace nice,” Nicky thought.
“Exactly. I’m leaving tomorrow for Atlanta. I’m going to present the magazine demo to Neal. Tonight, go out with Gabe, my treat.”
“Alright, I will,” Nicky nodded, gave me a hug, and headed to the shower.
Gabe showed up a little later. We talked about his mother, about TJ, about how she wants to go out that night. He was hesitant at first, angry, not wanting to, but I was able to convince him to have an open mind and heart. When Nicky got out of the shower, she smiled at him, he nodded to her, and she invited me to go shopping.
We spent the day together, talking mostly about Gabe. She bought a new red dress, sexy underwear, and even got her hair done – dyed to a lovely dark brown color. She looked amazing. Gabe was one lucky son.
That evening Nicky was adjusting her hair and makeup in the bathroom mirror. She was standing there in her new bra and thong. “How do I look?” she asked.
I slapped her nearly bare ass, “He’s going to love this.” She chuckled, and finished getting ready.
Gabe was waiting for her in his shirt and tie, tucked into his nice pants. “Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” she grabbed his arm.
“You look great, Mom,” Gabe told her.
“So do you. I’m ready for a wonderful night with the man I love most,” Nicky rested her head on his shoulder. The two of them left, hopefully starting a night that would change things forever between them.
As soon as they left, I got naked and headed to Bea’s room. Eric was behind her, his cock buried deep inside Bea’s ass. I grabbed him from behind, kissing over his muscular back, my hands on his tummy. I would have fun with the two of them, but not enough to distract me from checking in on Nicky and Gabe later on.
***
I woke a few hours later. Bea and I were alone, naked, lying in her bed. Eric had to go home to his parents earlier in the evening. I heard something. I was sitting on the edge of her bed. She must’ve heard it too. I felt her hand on my shoulder.
“Let’s go,” I whispered. We got out of bed and headed to Nicky’s room. The door was cracked open.
There they were, mom and son, in bed, becoming one. Nicky was on top, kissing him, slowly riding his cock. Gabe’s hands were all over her, gently squeezing her ass, his slow upward thrusts in sync with her.
Nicky looked over her shoulder, smiling at the door. I guess she heard Bea and I. We smiled back and left them alone. We held hands back to Bea’s room, got in bed and cuddled until we fell asleep.
-11-
I had everything I needed. A large cardboard cutout of the proposed cover, a sample of the magazine itself, a budget proposal, a nice dress, no underwear, and my tank-top and shorts I drove up in.
I got to Atlanta around 8pm the night before my meeting with Neal.
“I told you, you’d see me again,” I smiled at Alfred when he opened his apartment door.
“Heh, you sure did, girl. Come on in,” he motioned me to follow. I undressed in his doorway and went inside.
We had sex for a few hours, stopping before midnight so I could rest for my meeting the next day.
I woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed, fixed Alfred some bacon and eggs, had sex in the shower with him and saw him off for the day. I had a little time, so I went over my presentation again, after I got ready.