"Your name's Gordon; isn't fiddling kind of a Scottish thing?" Rob asked.
"Perhaps, but my father's name is Blackwell, and the Blackwells do
not
fiddle," she replied, enjoying her little tingle of rebellion. "Fiddling, so I am told, is for peasants."
She'd been walking down the hall on her way from a violin lesson, when she heard the familiar strains of the classic rock song. Intrigued, she followed the music into the basement, where the free practice rooms were, and came across this little troupe - sounding great but sorely missing a fiddle from the mix.
Not surprisingly, DeBourne was in charge. She should have known. The men playing, aside from the giant lug on the piano, were all majoring in music, each accomplished in his own right. Their playing had been spot-on, but for the lack of a fiddle.
"But one does wonder, DeBourne," she mused, looking up at him now. "Why a song about Chicago? Are there none about our lovely hometown to play?"
"What song do you want us to sing? 'Spadina Bus' by the Shuffle Demons?" he replied, making everyone chuckle. "Besides, Aaron's from Chicago and he plans to get accredited so he can attend Juilliard. It's one of his favourite songs from home."
"Oh, now that's sweet of you," Karen said, putting her instrument back in its case and closing it. "But I have numbers to crunch, so I must away. It was splendid playing with you, gentlemen. Ta!"
And then she was gone. Kasey let out a low whistle as he watched her wiggle out of the room and disappear.
"Damn, the only thing tighter than her playing is that ass," he sighed. "Wonder who's playing bongos on that?"
Mike frowned but resisted the urge to gibb the brown-haired kid. He just sighed and prepared to lock up. "Well, now that we have proof positive that we can't play it without the fifth instrument, let's call it a day, shall we?"
***
Chapter VIII - Don't Piss Her Off
They'd gone to the campus via public transport instead of using a car, and Alexa had to admit, she always enjoyed the experience. True, there were many subway systems in Europe that she'd ridden on regularly, but something about riding the system 'at home,' as she now called it, was special to her. It was a sign of how quickly she had adapted to her new life, thinking of Toronto as home. It was where she had come from, and it was where she belonged.
They got off the bus several stops from the house, deciding to walk. It was a clear and pleasant day, perfect for a leisurely stroll. Well ahead in all their courses, they'd left their backpacks, books and study material in Karen's office for the weekend. They ambled down the street, enjoying one another's company and talking about whatever came to mind. They may have wanted to hold hands, but they were close enough to home that they
might
be recognized by anyone driving past, so they tacitly avoided it.
Alexa looked up at the trees and sighed, smiling. Alex couldn't help but stare, because she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Everything about his aunt was utterly perfect - her sapphire eyes, dancing with joy and deep emotions; her "megawatt smile," as he called it, that simply lit up a room when she entered; her long, thick golden-blonde hair, cascading down to the small of her back when she let it hang loose; her statuesque neck and shoulders, just above her magnificent bust, tapering into her tiny waist and womanly hips; strong and supple legs that went on forever and feet that looked dainty, but carried her like a gazelle when she was running. All of this was somehow wrapped in the breezy sundress she was wearing today, a light yellow with flowers printed on it. What wasn't to love? What wasn't to get lost in, staring at her? ...
THUMP!!
"Ow ..." he muttered, shaking a dull ache from his head and sulking as Alexa, snickering, stood close and made a show of wiping his face down of any traces of bark and debris. "Stupid tree ..."
"I feel bad for the tree, receiving a blow from your mighty face like that," she said cheerfully, looking around and then leaning in to give him a quick peck on the nose. If anyone they knew
did
see her do that, it was easy enough to explain away, since they were family, and everyone understood they were close. They just didn't know
how
close. "What had you so distracted?"
"You know darn well I was staring at you," he sighed, resuming his walk. He put the gaffe behind him, knowing Alexa already had, going back to staring at the riot of autumn colours in the canopy above them. "You're the most beautiful person I know."
"Oh, I think my big sissy gives me competition in that department," she said semi-humbly, reaching over and squeezing his hand. "I know you don't entertain any thoughts about her that way, but you must objectively know that Kar is utterly gorgeous, right?"
Alex considered and nodded: "Yeah, I guess I know that. Blackwell plus Gordon equals 'inhumanly beautiful woman,' obviously."
"Oh, defo she qualifies there," Alexa agreed, smiling wistfully. "We're both tall, with legs to die for, a tight ass that won't quit, tits for days that don't sag, even at her age, shoulders and necks that Roman and Greek statues would be jealous of, regal face structures, and eyes that could suck the soul out of an Albrecht Dürer woodcut."
"Don't forget your adherence to the maidenly virtue of modesty," Alex quipped, making her giggle. "That's one of my big attractions to you."
"I know myself, and sometimes I flaunt it," she agreed. "Nowadays, not so much for my own amusement, so much as I like being your crowning glory, so to speak. When guys walk by, I want them to be jealous of you."
"They'd be damned fools not to be," Alex allowed. "Can't think of a man on the planet who shouldn't be jealous of me."
"Just Mike," Alexa pointed out. "He scored the other big prize of the modern world."
Alex smiled: "You're a big fan of mom, aren't you?"
"I do have a really big girl-crush on her, it's true," Alexa admitted with a blush. "It sounds weird to say, but ... if you hadn't been born, and I'd still come back to live here, I wouldn't be surprised if I was a casual lover for her."
He smirked at her: "You know that'd involve getting ripped apart by dad, right? They share everyone."
She scrunched up her face and closed her eyes for a moment before nodding. "I know, and the thought intimidates the bejeezus out of me. You have to remember, I grew up with mom telling me about my sister, and I put her on a pedestal ever since I was a little girl. But then there was this thunder god my mom told me about, the one being in the universe who took Kar's heart - I was always intimidated by the sounds of your dad, even though mom assured me he was the nicest person to ever live."
"We share a few traits, you know," Alex added, enjoying making his aunt squirm.
"I know, believe me," she breathed. "I've spied on them going at it more than a few times. Kar has told me they don't care; I'm not the first little sister to spy on her big sister having sex."
"I probably should have," Alex chuckled. "I had to figure out sex on my own, working with what was available. Sure, dad gave me a few talks, and I'd watched porn and so on, but with their example in the bedroom over, my early sex life might've benefited immensely."
