In 1968, a young Myron Brockton, former Army Staff Sargent stepped off the Greyhound in quiet Loudes County, Ca. Fresh from the frontlines of a very unpopular war, this young man was looking to reinvent his life. Born on a Share cropping plot in Knox county TN, he was imaginative, innovative, and full of self-awareness. Going to the county seat, he looked over the books of repossessed farm land and found 14 acres to his liking and bought it with his VA loan. The very next year, he began to sell his home-grown vegetables to the public out of the back of his truck. It took a few months, but eventually his patrons began to come in droves as his food was the biggest, most juicy, and tantalizing being sold in the area.
However, his longest green came in the Summer of '72 when he began to raise, slaughter, smoke and sell his brand of Southern BBQ. Word of mouth spread like wild fire. No one had tasted such succulent, tasty, and well-done meat ever. In 1980, Loudes county got its first strip mall, and Myron purchased the back end of the mall to sell his wares. While his vegetables still sold well to the health conscious, the surrounding buyers came to eat his magnificent BBQ. Before long, Myron met and married the area's most popular and influential teacher, Bernadette Peterson. Having 3 children from a previous marriage, the kids grew to love and respect their new step father and began to just call him "Pops," and the name stuck. Wanting to provide a better life for the underserved and under privileged, Myron began to hire many of the unemployed and underemployed to work his farmlands and cattle hand, while also funding schools and local sports teams.
However, time waits for no man, and Myron died in 1993, right before the riots took Loudes and turned it into an, almost wasteland of poverty. "Pops" BBQ continued to function with Myron's youngest step son Calvin in the lead. Though he was successful at keeping the business afloat by following his father's example, the expansion of the franchise ended. As time passed, Loudes mall became the center of a gentrified area. To the West, Blacks and Hispanics who were lower middle class and poor. To the East, Asians and Middle Easterners took up residence. The strip mall for its part catered to all of these demographics. Stores going up and coming down pell mell. But the one constant was "Pops." The turn of the millennia almost robbed Loudes of a longstanding institution. Having shipped most all the grandchildren and great grand children to Universities to study everything else, the economic depression came within 48 hours of closing "Pops" forever.
However, the "Good" Senator Robert Morrison stepped in, bowing to local area pressure. Funneling in millions of much needed dollars into the institution through a number of dummy fronts and pressure on municipal legislators, "Pops" withstood the storm that washed away most of the businesses in Loudes Mall. Knocking down the walls and expanding the operation, Senator Morrison found a virtual goldmine by using his influence to have the Brockton's turn "Pops" into the biggest (and only nightclub) in the area. All the 20 and 30 somethings from the West and the East converged on what was becoming known by the kids as the "Loud Strip," as the place to see and be seen in their newest clothes and cars. "Pops" on practically every Friday and Saturday night was overflowing with money from rents and summer jobs in order to drink, dance and hook up.
This was the scene that Ryan and Thaelor drove into at 10:00 that evening. Clocking out of work after their mandatory end of the week conference, it took almost 2 hours for Thaelor to convince her brother to acquire a rental car. Pulling up in the "borrowed" Pantera X350 SUV, the siblings introduced themselves to the large doorman as Ranetta and Reyshawn. At the sound of the phony names, the doorman called a waitress to escort them inside to their private table. There was a couple reasons Thaelor chose this enclave for the weekend. One, it would be an excellent place for her and Ryan to celebrate their birthdays together. It also afforded her the opportunity to acquire the necessary clothes to blend in with the local crowds that gathered there. But more importantly, it was a neutral site to spring her surprise on the love of her life...without nosey eyes prying into their business.
Since the Family Reunion, Thaelor had been in contact with her cousin Brittney for the past 2 weeks. Neither confirming nor denying any information about her present relationship status, quelling every attempt by Brittney to become engaged in an illicit affair. Even if she wanted to do so (which by the day was becoming more and more of an intriguing proposition), there was the fact that she and Ryan were OVERLY known in their locale. The waitress, whose name was Jacinda, sashayed through the crowd like a trained matador. Thaelor was almost spell bound by the hypnotic movement of her rather large caboose. Finally, they arrived at their reserved table on the raised portion of the restaurant's seating. Jacinda gave them menus and told them that their server would be along shortly to get their order. With that, she turned and disappeared into the throng going about her job.
"Wow sis, this place is nice. How on Earth did you hear about this?"
"A woman's got to keep some secrets love." Thaelor lied. It actually only took a quick conversation with Steppan their family butler to discover the place, who heard about it through his great grandniece as she frequented the establishment quite often as it turned out but was currently laid up with her second child.
"By the way...tonight it's ok to call me sis...but can you try to remember what we discussed on the way over?"
"Yeah...call you Ranetta and I'm Reyshawn. I got it. Silly...but I got it." For the first time that day, Ryan took a closer look at his sister. He always marveled at her natural beauty, but tonight he was stunned. Thaelor went to a local boutique and had the ends of her long, curly black hair twisted into microbraids that flowed to the middle of her back. She wore the subtle ear rings of gold with a diamond in the middle of the hoop in her head. Her upper body was covered in a shocking white mid shirt that mashed her breasts up and made them look even bigger than their small 32 B size. But what astonished him the most were her legs. It appeared the hours of running on the treadmill and leg lifts were doing wonders. Her legs were becoming ever so shapely and toned, and her butt was getting larger and much rounder then when they first started the love affair. In a word...she was becoming, "HOT."
"Have I told you today that you look delectably common, but beautiful today?"
"No...but I hope to hear it a little more before the evening is over." Thaelor looked away into the crowd, thankful the lights were dim in the place. She hated for her brother to see the effect he had on her with his myriad of compliments and the resultant blushing they always brought out of her. Just then, their waitress arrived. Short and slim, she bounded over to their table with the biggest smile on her face. In fact, her smile was only outdone in size by her "Pops" T-shirt uniform that had no doubt been cut down the middle to accentuate her overgrown breasts.
"Welcome to "Pops," I don't think I've ever seen you two here before. Are you ready to order?"
"Very. Sis are you hungry?" Ryan asked. "I'll eat whatever you order." She responded.
Ryan ordered the Ultimate "Smoked" nachos and two Cali Sunshine Summer Ales with orange slices. Hearing the name of familiarity, Jaqueline stepped closer to Ryan, not really hiding the fact she was pushing her mountains in his direction. "You know, before 11:30, a pail of any domestic is only $1 more than buying them all separately, and you get 12 of them."
"Sounds great, just run us a tab, will you?" Reaching for his wallet, Ryan pulled out his Black card, handed it to the short runner and was pleasantly rewarded by the feather light, touch and sweep of his hand. His rugged good looks and obvious status had obviously gained all of her attention. Turning, she also moved through the growing crowd of revelers to retrieve the order. Once she was no longer able to be seen, a quick, sharp elbow broke Ryan from his awe inspired gaze.
"Ow...what the hell?"
"Delectably common beauty huh?!" Thaelor said with an ugly look on her face and her arms crossed.
"Oh, come on...you know me better than that."
"REYSHAWN..." Thaelor retorted, "I might just be your SISTER, but; I would THINK you would keep in mind that even after everything we've been through, I AM STILL A WOMAN!!"
"Are you serious right now?! I don't want her. What are you getting all up in arms over?"
"I bet if I went to the bathroom and stayed for about 10 minutes, that hoochie would try to have you right here on this table with your cock inside her and your face buried up to your ears in her tits."
As she turned her back on him, Ryan reached his arm around her shoulders in a warm, loving embrace. Suddenly he began to tickle her armpits as he always did when she was mad at him. As she jerked against his playful touching he whispered in her ear, "No matter who comes in here or anywhere else, I will always leave with you because I love you with all my heart and soul. Never doubt that."
Thaelor smiled, she was only kidding about the waitress. She wasn't really concerned about the looks her brother was bound to get. His workout regimen was on point, the outfit of loose denim jeans, brand new Outlander boots, laced midway and oversized collared shirt made him look wonderful. And the bottle of "Boiling Point" cologne that smelled better the hotter the wearer became, made him smell intoxicating. How could she be upset at any woman who lusted after her prize? Maybe even her surprise.
