I was over my mother-in-law’s house with my wife and we were having a big family gathering. My brother-in-law, Mike and his wife, Fran were there. She is one bitch I just don’t care for. She is constantly telling everyone how great she is or her girls are. She’s a soccer mom and all three are supposed to be great soccer players. My brother-in-law is pretty cool but he is pretty boring to talk to. Their daughters were there. Each one is really more beautiful then the next. Candi is 18, Sara is 16, and Teri is 13. They are all brunettes and they all are very attractive in their own way. Candi is legal and is built like a goddess. She is about 5’9 and 125 pounds and has the nicest set of perky C-cup titties and a tight little ass. She has one of those infectious smiles too, with big green eyes, and full lips.
My wife’s younger brother was there too. Johnny is the black sheep of the family and for some reason he has always taken a liking to me. He despises his sister-in-law Fran and loves to tell me all the good gossip he knows. He has never been to prison but has been damn close as he tends to run with a tough crowd. He has called me quite a few times with some hot deals he has had on TVs, stereos, cars, you name it. I always politely decline as I know he is pawning off his friend’s and his stolen or ill begotten items. My wife tells me to steer clear of her brother but I politely listen to what he has to say. Johnny says that when Fran was younger, she was quite the slut. Says his older brother knocked her up and had to marry her. Supposedly she had slept with a couple of Mike’s friends too and only Mike was virtuous enough to take responsibility.
Well this particular day, Johnny’s gossip made my heart skip a few beats. He was hanging out in the back yard on the patio and smoking a little weed and trying to avoid Fran and his mother. I stepped outside too as I was tired of Fran’s self-glorifying stories.
“Dude, I got a doozy for you,” Johnny said and leaned forward in his seat on one of my mother-in-law’s patio chairs. He always had some doozies. I feigned attention and walked over to where he was. I was expecting to hear about some TVs falling off a truck or a buddy of his moving out and having to unload some stuff to make rent on a new place. He was especially cheerful today and acting like the cat that ate the canary.
“Fran driving you nuts?” he asked and didn’t wait for the obvious answer. “She sure wouldn’t be strutting her ass around inside if she knew,” he chuckled and smiled, dragging out what he knew for certain dramatic effect.
I didn’t really want to play his game but I didn’t have much else to do. I sat close to him and took the pot out of his fingers and took a toke. I nodded for him to continue.
“Little Miss Muffet loves to Suffet,” he said and went quiet. He looked behind me at the house and I turned to look back at the house. It was my wife and she was looking for me. She opened the back door and asked if I was coming in or was I going to stay outside with Johnny.
It was a loaded question with only one answer. She doesn’t like me talking with Johnny so I told her I was coming back inside in just a minute. It seemed to satisfy her as she said hi to her brother and went back in the house.
I turned back to Johnny who became very animated again. I could tell he was high and a little drunk. I would find out later that he was hiding out at his mom’s until the smoked cleared around his hangout across town. Apparently his buddies had lifted some stuff from an electronic shop and the police wanted him for questioning.
“What were you saying?” I asked, feigning interest.
“Little Miss Muffet Loves to Suffet,” he said again and smiled. He acted like I should know what his mispronounced nursery rhyme meant.
“Please speak English Johnny, I don’t know what the hell you are talking about” I said, trying not to get annoyed.
“Mrs. Queenie’s little princess loves to suck dick,” he said much more frankly.
I still wasn’t sure what or whom he was talking about but he definitely had my attention. I wondered if he was drunker than I thought and he was just jabbering on incoherently. “”English, Johnny” I asked for clarification.
Johnny seemed frustrated with me not understanding him. He spoke frankly and loudly, like someone talking to someone hard of hearing, and it nearly floored me. The words rang like bells in my head, “Candi apparently loves to suck cock, and has almost been caught doing it twice.”
My eyes got wide and my shocked look made Johnny laugh. I looked all around us to make sure no one heard what he had said. “Yeah dude, now I got your attention. Candi was hanging out with a couple of guys I know and she apparently blew one of them.”
I didn’t say anything and just listened to his ramblings. He was laughing because he knew I was ‘all ears’ now. “He said she was fantastic and even played with his balls,” he continued. “They were in the park and a cop came up to the car and told them to either take it somewhere else or he would haul them in,” he giggled and he almost reminded me of a schoolgirl. “My buddy said she ain’t no amateur, she plays a mean man flute,” He added with glee. His face went pale for a moment and he frowned, “ But she doesn’t swallow.”
I dismissed his sour expression and reminded him, “You said twice?”
He smiled and propped up his shoulders proudly, “I took her to the park to see if it was true,” he said.
“Well?” I asked and thought of little Candi sitting in a car with Johnny.
“She loves it,” he laughed and added, “I don’t know if it was the same cop though.”
I didn’t believe him and asked him more questions and he told me that he had met up with Candi at a convenience store and that she was all embarrassed about it when he brought it up. She became worried he would tell everyone and he assured her he wouldn’t. He said maybe she could show him where she had blown the guy and she took him there. He said he jokingly said maybe she could show him what she did and she willing undid his pants and started playing with his cock. He said she was about to go down on him when the cop came. He got the hell out of there and they went searching for another place to finish off what they had started and didn’t because Candi had to get home.
I asked him, “What did she say when he dropped her off?”
“She said she would make it up to me later and asked me to keep my promise not tell,” he replied and I could tell he was jazzed about her paying up.
