Cape May

Kitchen Love

I was in the kitchen making us some lunch. Grandma as always was in the living room on the couch snoozing. My mother had gone out shopping for something or another. Suddenly Gabby comes from nowhere, runs at me about fifty miles an hour and jumps on me landing on my chest, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I think she thought she was still that little skinny girl who could just jump on me with no consequences. I fell back onto the kitchen table. She laughs and puts her mouth on mine. We kiss as I spin around trying to regain my balance. We end up slamming against the refrigerator, knocking off some magnets. The impact causes her to slip down my leg. On her knees now, she makes a beeline for my crotch, kissing him through the fabric of my sweats. I have to fight her off as she's trying to take my sweats off.

"Gabby, Grandma's here and mommy could be here any minute!" I whisper loudly.

"Aww, come on Bobby, I haven't had anything to eat all morning."

I'm finally able to raise her up to a standing position when she immediately latches on to my mouth with her hands all over me. She was like a mix between a leach and an octopus. I can't resist and kiss her back while putting my hand down her pants to feel that beautiful ass. Suddenly the whole world goes into chaos. There's a scream coming from the entrance of the kitchen. My mother has returned, early, much earlier than expected.

"Bobby, what the fuck are you doing to your sister?" My mother wasn't much of a cursor, so I knew right away we were in some big trouble

We both turned, startled. My hand now is stuck down her butt as her turning somehow locked my hand in the back of her pants. I struggle to remove it from her backside as my mother rushes towards the island.

"Bobby, what the fuck you doing? What the fuck are you doing?" She repeated, as if once was not enough.

She looked like a crazy woman, eyes wide, her face red with anger. We were on the opposite side of the island when she picked up the frying pan, which had the food I was preparing in it. She didn't care, the food went flying all over the place as she aimed and threw it at me. Lucky for me she was not that good a thrower. The pan hit the refrigerator and fell on the floor with a loud clanking sound. She then looked around and spying the set of kitchen knives ran over and randomly grabbed one. I was scared for my life and Gabby's as it seemed my mother had gone berserk.

"BOBBY, IF YOU TOUCHED ONE HAIR ON THAT GIRL, I SWEAR I WILL CUT YOUR DICK OFF RIGHT NOW. I DON'T CARE IF I GO TO JAIL, YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!!!!"

It became apparent that I was the target of her wrath and not Gabby. In her mind, it was I who did something terrible to her little girl. I was quickly gauging the distance from where I was to the kitchen entrance, which would lead to freedom. Unfortunately, she was standing in the way. So, I had no alternative but to keep the island between us. However, I did not eliminate the possibility of her throwing the knife. It was Gabby who came to her senses. As my mother proceeded to come after me with the knife, Gabby threw herself in front of her.

"Mommy. Mommy, it's my fault. It's my fault I made him do it mommy. I made him do it."

My mother stopped for a second, unable to believe what she had just heard.

"What, what did you say Gabby?"

"I made him do it mommy. I made him kiss me. It's my fault."

In my short lifetime, my mother has given me several memorable beatings, but I have never seen her raise a hand at Gabby, which is why what happened next came as a shock to me and I assume, Gabby herself. Without any warning whatsoever, my mother who had the knife in her right hand slapped Gabby so hard with her left that I thought for sure she would be missing a few teeth.