It is a bolt from the blue when I hear the sound of keys unlocking from downstairs. Hiro darts his eyes when hearing the sound. He curses under his breath, putting his fingernails to his mouth. He contemplates. I know he does that when he is being solution-oriented. In other words, he is seeking a Trump card.
It is to his dismay I won't give him any spare time of other options. I turn on the lights and reach for the door. In between that brief time frame of leaving his sight and getting the door, he reaches for his pants and pulls them up. He displays a pout, knowing that our aunt interrupted his chance.
Thank you, Aunt Cass. From the bottom of my heart. It looks as though faith is on my side. I have a smile as I slide down the stairs to get to the living room. Aunt Cass enters from the side door. She doesn't look too happy. She takes off her cowboy hat and slides it on the counter. She takes off her boots and tosses them next to the door. She reaches the cabinet in search of an evening drink. She does that when a date doesn't exactly worked out. A bottle of Wild Turkey is on tab for the evening. She finds a coffee mug with a picture of Mega Man. She pours the drink to the brim before drink. She turns around, leaning against the counter.
It is there I catch her attention.
"Date didn't work out," I ask her gently. I take a seat at the table where she has her eyes on me. She doesn't want to talk about it, judging by her demeanor when she takes her third sip. Nevertheless, she seeks to me as a resourceful person, a shoulder to lean and to cry on. There have been nights where she comes to my room for advice. Her sleek nightgown slips from her shoulder blade as she comes to my room. She gives me questions on why she isn't good enough. I am there, giving her love and support. She leans to my chest, resting on it. In those moments, I feel the presence of another being who envies our aunt for he wants to be in my position. He has his hands wrapped on the door frame, yearning to be in the very room. Wanting my touch, my voice, something he can grab.
Only at a distance. Only at a distance.
"The police raided the place," she tells me. "The guy I went with was arrested on suspicion."
I close my hands together. "Suspicion of what?"
"They wouldn't say," she tells me sternly. She raises the cup and drains the rest of her grain alcohol before seeking for more. "You meet a guy that seems reasonable and just how life goes, they get taken away." She pours another into the glass. I know that she is going to get drunk before she comes to my room for our nightly talks.
"Hey, Aunt Cass." Aunt Cass turns as Hiro makes his entrance downstairs. He is sporting a white t-shirt. Do we have to guess from which department he got it from? Not everyday if you find a shirt titled "Boys Suck" in my department. He was wearing his frilly pajamas. It is partially sagged, displaying his panties. He purposefully sways his hips to my aunt. He gives me glares every few seconds as he approaches our aunt and kisses her on the cheek. "Your date didn't work out?"
"It's terrible, Hiro," she says as she takes another drink. "Times like this I wish I don't want to date. Just get Mochi, get fat, and drink the pain away."
Hiro touches our aunt's shoulder. "Dear auntie, don't be like that. A good man is hard to find these days." The latter half of the sentence displays a strong tone. There is no undercurrent as his eyes were staring daggers on my flushed face. "Sometime, a man is difficult. Don't know where to go or what to do. Don't know what to do when something is good right in front of them."
Aunt Cass shrugged her shoulders. "I wish sweetheart I can think like you. You always find the silver lining of things." She rubbed her nose on Hiro's shoulder.
"It's my job, auntie," says Hiro. "You are a good woman. You deserve the best. You want to be a man that deserve your worth. Someday, you will." He releases a sigh. "Like I will find my soulmate someday." He reaches into his pocket. "Auntie, there is something I have been wanting to give to you. Look at it as a token of my appreciation for being such a sweetheart to me and my Tadashi." It is a small card. She takes the card, putting her cup of liquid courage down. She opens the card and pulls a note.
"To Aunt Cass, your light shines upon us like no other. You deserve more than anything life offers to you. From raising us to teaching us to be great, wonderful man, we are grateful for you. So as a token of our appreciation, we want to extend our love by giving you this gift of two days in a spa retreat in Napa Valley." Aunt Cass reads and her face flushes a beet red. She takes the note to her chest. She reaches for Hiro and gives him a hug. She turns to me. "Thank you boys so so much." She kisses Hiro. I stand as I begrudgingly come to my aunt. "Thank you, Tadashi." She kisses me. And she kisses Hiro again. "Thank you, Hiro. Thank you, boys. This is great. This is so so great."
"I know you birthday isn't for a couple of weeks, but I felt this will come in handy," says Hiro with a gentle smile. "Get away for a few days, relax. Nothing wrong with manicures, pedicures, and wine in the finest part of the state."
Aunt Cass shakes her head, agreeing to her nephew. I bite my lip as I know that Aunt Cass is unknowingly signing my death notice. I try to intervene before Hiro breaks the silence. "I have made arrangements. A limo is coming tomorrow morning to pick you up and take you to the airport. The flight is first class. So, you will be living it up."
Aunt Cass shows strong emotions. She wants to cry. "I love you boys so much." She lets out a small sniffle. "I don't know what to say?"
"Just have fun and live life, auntie," says Hiro. "You deserve the best!"
"Oh, my God," she stammers. "I need to go upstairs and pack. This is so exciting." She stumbles, almost tripping on the floor. "Sorry, boys. Auntie is sort of drunk. I will take my time." I keep my hand behind my back, releasing a self-deprecating laughter. "Yeah, auntie. I am very happy for our gift."
As she goes upstairs, I immediately focus my attention on Hiro. He takes the coffee cup and pours a glass of Wild Turkey. "Hiro, what in the hell are you getting at?"
He puts his finger to my lip, sliding it gently from top to the bottom. He finishes the cup, putting it on the counter. "Getting what I want, you."
"How in the hell did you get this money. Wait, wait. How did you able to get this set up over the past few minutes?"
"Big brother, onii-chan, Tadashi, sweetheart," he tells me as he leans back on the counter. "The many benefits of being a cam model is the connections I make. These horny bastards will give you their mother's pension just to get a visual of this delicate ass." He spanks it gently. "I am their wet dream. I just released a post of our poor, poor aunt. I was met with an abundance of love. There is an old stud at the winery who was willing to help our poor, poor aunt." He licks his lips. "Giving us a couple of days of settling the score." He pokes my nose. "Me and you!"
He leans forward, making his way towards me. "Understand, onii-chan, it is you what I want." He chuckles. "I wouldn't go through all of this hell if it meant not to have my way. I get what I want, big brother. Rather you want it or not." He presses his body against mine. I turn away, but he tilts my chin. He chuckles, but uses a feminine voice.
"Does my body feel so soft?" He trails his finger to my chest. "This frilly shirt gives it a cutesy feeling. I did just for you." He blows to my face. "I can be your girl, Tadashi." He lets out a feminine moan. "I can be whatever GoGo wishes she can be." I flinch when he takes hold of my penis. "By tomorrow, I will be getting a taste of this dick. For it belongs to me." I close my eyes as he kisses me on the cheek. "So, you can rest easily for the night."
He lets go. He walks away from my sight. He goes toward the stairs. "So, remember my dearest big brother, this is for us." He sucks in, releasing another moan. "You will be begging for this pussy by the time I am finished with you." He slaps his ass. "Yeah, Tadashi," she quietly moans. "Give it to me, baby. Pound my ass, baby. Oh yeah, oh yeah, fill me to the brim of your sweet cum." He licks his lips, making his way to the stairs. "Good night, Tadashi. Pleasant dreams." He blows a kiss and he is out of my sight.
I stand in disbelief as I know my days are going to be different the moment Aunt Cass steps out of this house. I refuse to let Hiro win this game. I check my phone. It is still early enough to call my friend. It hits me that her boyfriend might be over. So, I write a text.
Hey, Abby. Tadashi here. I was wondering if you were in the mood for company?
As I am close to clicking send, I receive an email. It is to no surprise that it is from my dear brother. I open the link and nearly drop my phone.
There goes my scapegoat. I forgot about earlier. I erase the text and I call it a defeat.
As I make my way to go upstairs to bed, the only thing that is alleviating my stress is MIT. I close my eyes and tell myself that MIT is around the corner. MIT is around the corner.