Page 18 of My Brother's Keeper
My hands eased between her thighs as I pressed down to make sure her pearl stayed visible. I pecked and flicked at it until I saw that bitch move. I blew at it and sucked on it again. “Ah oooo mmm,” she moaned.
Her hand landed on my braids as she took a grip, shoving my face further. “Eat that shit,fuck!”
Circle, circle, slurp. Circle, circle, slurp.
My eyes glanced up to see her stomach sink in as her legs trembled. “I’m- I-I –Ah!” she screamed.
The way the juice oozed from her told me I had done my job. I lifted my head and kissed her belly. Her heaving, panting breaths, mixed with a laugh, made me feel good. After getting caught at the lake, I thought we would come back to my place so she could get bed rocked, until the sun came up, but I could tell she was tired, so instead we lay in bed until we dozed off.However, as soon as I saw the sun peek through my curtains, I served a dose of head.
I stood as she got her bearings together and headed to the bathroom. A nigga was beginning to feel sick. It had been more than six hours since I had had a drink in my system. Between nausea and shakes, I needed something. When I entered the bathroom, I tried brushing my teeth, but I couldn’t focus. I glanced at myself in the mirror because I knew shit was getting bad for me. “Shit!” I gritted.
Trying to fight the urge not to drink was hard. Was I an alcoholic? Had I abused the shit so bad my body couldn’t function without it? I dropped my head in shame. As I begin to think about the moment I put that bottle to my lips. How was it I fell in love with alcohol rather than myself? The feeling of heat filled me. I needed a fucking drink. I hurried and brushed my teeth and came out of the bathroom to Symphony standing there looking at me strangely. “Are you ok? You don’t look well.”
I couldn’t even look her in her eyes. There were things I needed to confess, but because I didn’t want her to see the demon beyond my eyes, I wouldn’t look at her. “A nigga straight. The shower is yours. Come down when you’re done,” I mumbled as I brushed past her and out the bedroom door.
I damn near broke my neck to get the fuck downstairs to my bottle. When I made my way to the kitchen, I opened the cabinet, and my shit wasn’t there.The fuck?I started going through each cabinet and found nothing. Until I came across the trash to see an empty whiskey bottle. “Fucking Jalen!” I grumbled.
I tried to rush to his room when I heard a knock at the door. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand as I made my way toward the door. I didn’t even bother to ask who it was as I swung it open and saw Beans standing there.
Shit.This wasn’t the time for the nigga to be showing up. “Sup,” I mumbled.
“You look like shit,” he said as he stepped inside.
“Fuck you. Did you come to talk shit? If so, you can turn your ass around,” I retorted.
I could see him glancing around, “Nigga you texted me that you want to talk, so talk.”
I had forgotten all about the shit with Beans. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I felt the urge to throw up, but I swallowed deep. “I need a favor,” I barely got out.
“No!” he snapped.
“Nigga you don’t even know what it is.”
Beans stared at me up and down. “I’m sure whatever it is, it’s bullshit. Look at you, sick as fuck. At least I know you’re sober right now.”
The way I was feeling, I didn’t have it in me to go back and forth. Everyone wanted to bash me, but nobody had been through the shit I did. To know you are responsible for not saving your mother is something that would never go away. To know that you are the reason for your own demise, to fail your brothers when you know you’re supposed to be your brother’s keeper, yet they are keeping you. To have the woman you’ve been crushing on since high school in your presence, only to have to break her heart, was a heavy weight to carry. So, if my liquid lover and I wanted to have an affair, I felt all of those things were reason enough, and nobody had the fucking right to judge me.
I wiped the sweat that trickled down the sides of my face, “I need you to help someone for me. I need you to do your thing and put the nigga on. You got connections and shit.”
Beans pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nigga you offered my services like a temp agency? Fuck type of time you on? No!”
I closed my eyes to stop the room from spinning. “I’m asking I—”
“I don’t play with my music, and I damn sure don’t play with a nigga who isn’t going to appreciate what a nigga does for him. I have people out there who’re paying thousands of dollars in studio time, and you think because you made a deal with that bitch nigga Kareem, I’m going to bend? Wrong nigga.”
My throat sizzled, my stomach ached, and the room wouldn’t stop fucking spinning. I clenched my stomach, trying to keep it together. I saw Beans’ mouth moving, but I couldn’t hear shit. I rushed to the kitchen and dry heaved over the sink. “Fuck,” I gurgled.
“I’ll make you a deal. I will give the nigga five hours in my studio and master the songs he createsif,”he paused. “You get help. If not, you're assed out. Your brothers need you as much as you need them. They’ve made sacrifices for you, but what did you have to sacrifice?” he finished as he backed away.
I let out a sharp breath. I lifted to glance at him to see Symphony coming down the steps. Beans turned to glance at her. “And you’re dealing with somebody. When you're ready, so am I. Symphony,” he said as he turned to her before leaving.
My face frowned as I looked at her. “How you know my nigga?”
She moved toward me. “I know Braylon through our parents.”
“Oh, some rich people shit.”
“Umm—”
