ALL THAT JAZZ
by Sonofjack - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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My youngest brother is such a wimp. As his oldest brother it's been my job to
sort of look after him. I'll admit that at times my other brother Matt and I
have picked on him, but it was all in an effort to get him to man up. Matt and
I are both into sports. In high school I lettered in football, basketball and
track. Matt lettered in football and wrestling. Being that we were only a year
apart in school, everyone knew us as the "Stud Brothers" and we didn't get
that name sole for our athletic prowess. We were just as accomplished with the
ladies as we were on the sporting fields, courts and mats. Between the two of
us, we scored every cheerleader and homecoming and prom queen in our high
school. It's safe to say that we shared the status of BMOC.

Then there was our youngest brother, Dougie. He was two years behind us in
school and a complete embarrassment to Matt and I. He was never the least bit
interested in sports. He was always the quiet bookish type. Maybe his
rejection of sports and stuff was a reaction to the way Matt and I treated him
when he was little; I don't know. I have to admit that we picked on him quite
a lot. You have to understand that Matt and I were practically joined at the
hip since we were born. We saw Dougie as just our annoying little brother who
always wanted to tag along.

We let him tag along alright, for awhile, but mostly just so we could torture
him physically and mentally. Eventually he stopped wanting to tag along, and I
guess maybe he became less and less interested in the things Matt and I were
interested in as time went by. So maybe we're partly to blame for the way
Dougie turned out.

As we got older, Matt and I grew closer to our dad who was also a star athlete
in high school and college, and Dougie grew closer to our mother who was more
into books and art and girly stuff like that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not
saying that Dougie is gay or anything. He always had crushes on girls. Of
course, if the girl he had a crush on was ugly or a fatty, Matt and I teased
him relentlessly about it until he dropped it. If the girl he crushed on was
too pretty and out of his league, either Matt or I stole her from him.

I know that Matt and I might sound like a couple of assholes, but the way we
saw it, we were doing Dougie a favor. After all, we figured it wouldn't do him
any good to get tied up with a fatty or an uggo, and it did him equally no
good to pine after some hottie that was out of his league. I don't know, maybe
we overdid it because even into adulthood, Dougie never had too many
girlfriends. I'm pretty sure that he didn't even get laid until he was in his
early twenties.

And don't get me wrong. Even if Dougie wasn't good at sports and was
unpopular, he was still my brother. I mean, if you want to get into that
stuff, I love Dougie, and I think Matt feels the same way. I'll tell you this;
both Matt and I beat up more than one bully who picked on our little brother
when we were kids. No one picked on him except us, and we made sure that
everyone knew it. So Dougie always had that going for him, and don't try to
tell me that he wasn't grateful.

I guess that's the thing that always bugged me the most about Dougie. He never
took up for himself. He always let people push him around. I think I could
have lived with the fact that he wasn't that into sports if he just would have
stood up once like a man when we were kids.

Things got even worse after our mother died. Dougie was just eleven and he
took it pretty hard. So did Dad. The thing is, Dad loved Mom so much, and I
think that Dougie reminded him too much of her. To our Dad, Dougie sort of
became like the invisible boy. Of course, Matt and I were into our own
pursuits and maybe didn't pay enough attention to what was going on. But,
after all, we were just kids. Looking back now, it seems clear that after Mom
died, Dad poured all of his positive attention into Matt and I. He always went
to our games and matches and we celebrated all of our awards and trophies.

Dougie, on the other hand, was always the odd man out. The thing is, Dougie
won awards too. It's just that he won academic awards and poetry contests and
perfect school attendance certificates. In other words, things that Dad and
Matt and me didn't really respect or appreciate. Matt and I would come home
with C's and D's on our report cards, and Dad was fine with that as long as we
maintained eligibility to play sports. Dougie would come home with all A's
except for one B in something like "Advanced Placement Trigonometry" and Dad
would laugh at him for not making straight A's.

It wasn't until I was older that I began to realize how messed up that was. I
was home visiting during my freshman year in college when Doug came home with
some award for short story writing or something. I noticed that he didn't even
show it to Dad. I got him alone and told him that I was proud of him. I even
told him that I knew that he worked just as hard to be smart and make good
grades as Matt and I did to be good athletes. When I told him I was proud of
him, he got the strangest look on his face. He was so surprised. It was like I
told him the aliens had landed or something. He thanked me and quietly went to
his room and closed the door. I think I even heard him crying.

I told Matt about what happened. I suggested that since he was still around
and I was away at college that maybe he should take more time to look after
Dougie. He told me that if anyone was picking on Dougie that he would beat the
shit out of them. Then he said, "But if you think I'm going to pat him on the
head every time he writes some poetry like a pussy, then you're crazy. When
did you become such a faggot anyway?"

"Who you calling a faggot?" I asked.

"You! You Faggot!" Then we started wrestling and somehow I forgot about the
whole thing.

If I was being honest with myself, I guess I'd have to admit that there are
things about Dougie that I admire. I can see now that he had a harder road
than Matt or I. Sports just came easy to the two of us and because of that,
girls and popularity just followed. We were both even given free college
educations on the strength of our athletic achievements. We both got full
rides at the largest state college in our state because we could play
football. I majored in business; Matt majored in physical education. We really
just had these things handed to us.

Meanwhile, Dougie had to struggle for everything he got. When it came time for
him to go to college, he knew he wasn't going to get any help from Dad. "Your
brothers didn't come to me for handouts to go to college," he would say. So
Dougie worked his way through. He went to a smaller, more academically
respectable college that Matt and I, and he didn't get any special treatment
based on his ability to carry a football. Whatever special treatment he got he
earned by being smart and working hard. I've never told him this, but I really
respected him for that.

Anyway, as we got older, Dougie and I grew further and further apart until we
talked on the phone maybe once or twice a year. Matt and I are still best
friends. We have houses on the same block and see each other all the time. I
got hired right out of college by a rich alum who owns a national chain of
home improvement stores. I've worked my way up to regional manager. Matt is a
P.E. teacher and assistant football coach at our old high school.

Dougie owns a small new and used book store. He works hard at it and has
managed to stay in business despite the big bookstore chains that drove most
of the smaller stores out of business before they were put out of business by
the internet giants. I asked Dougie how he managed to stay afloat in that
atmosphere. He explained that he had a small but very loyal cliental that he
worked hard to retain. Even though I'm the business major, I know that Dougie
must be a better businessman than me to make a living in such a difficult
market.

Like I said, Matt and I were down to seeing Dougie about once or twice a year.
That became even less when our father died. At the funeral, Matt and I cried
our eyes out, but I don't think Dougie shed a tear. I kind of resented him for
that, but I couldn't really blame him. So, I was surprised when Dougie called
me a few months ago and told me he was getting married. Matt and I are both
still single, but at the same time, neither one of us are in any hurry to
settle down. Even though we were both in our early thirties, we're both still
fully capable of picking up college age chicks whenever we want. Neither one
of us have had steady relationships for several years because we still
enjoying playing the field.

I asked Dougie about the girl he was going to marry. I figured that she was
probably the first girl he'd ever fucked more than once or twice. He told me
that he hadn't known her very long which made me think that I was probably
right.

"Look, Dougie," I said, "I know that you and I aren't as close as brothers
ought to be, but are you sure about this? I wouldn't want you to rush into
anything."

"First," he said, "You know I hate to be called 'Dougie'. Every other person
on the face of the Earth calls me D.J. Why is it so hard for you and Matt to
get with the program? Second, even though I haven't known her for long, I know
she's the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with." Then he paused,
like for dramatic effect or something. "That's why when she asked me I jumped
at the chance."

"Wait a minute! She asked you?" I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
Even for my little brother this was too much.

"Oh, right! Don't tell me, the man is supposed to do the asking," he said.

"That's right!" I said. "Damn right! I'm just glad Dad isn't alive to hear
about this." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew that I'd said
the wrong thing.

After a long pause Dougie said, "Look, I'm getting married in three days, and
I'm very happy about it because I happen to have met the woman of my dreams.
No, strike that; I've met a woman who exceeds all my dreams, and I'm lucky
enough that she wants to marry me. For some strange reason, I'd like for you
and the other one to be there. What do you say?" By "the other one" he meant
Matt. Matt and his relationship was even more strained that his and mine.

"Okay, Dou . . . uh, I mean, D.J., Matt and I will be there." We worked out
the time and the place. Just before we hung up I said, "Hey, Little Bro, I
know you think I'm a butthead, but deep down I'm only trying to look after you
because . . . well, you know."

"Yeah, I know, Big Bro, I love you too," he said.

So a few days later, Matt and I attended the wedding of our little brother. On
the way over, we speculated about the bride.

"Bet she's a fatty," Matt said.

"C'mon, Matt," I said, "Give the guy a break. He says he really loves her.
Even if it turns out that she isn't the most attractive girl in the world,
don't say anything."

"What do you think I am? An asshole! I wouldn't say anything," he said. "But I
still bet she's either a fatty or a total dog."

I couldn't really say anything since I figured he was probably right. "I will
tell you one thing," I chimed in, "It sounds like she keeps him on a pretty
short lease."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"When he called me to tell me about this little love match, he let it slip
that she proposed to him."

"NO WAY!" Matt exclaimed.

"Oh, yes," I said. "Knowing how wimpy our little bro is, I wouldn't be
surprised to find out that she didn't ask him but that she told him." I knew I
shouldn't be egging Matt on like this, but somehow when he and I got together,
old patterns emerged and I regressed to adolescence where Dougie was
concerned.

"I'm just glad Dad isn't alive to hear about this," Matt muttered.

"That's what I said!"

Anyway, we got to the wedding and I have to say I was impressed when I met the
bride. She was hot! She may have carried a few extra pounds for my personal
tastes, but most of those extra pounds were in her huge tits! She also had a
very nice ass. I'd have to say that she was way out of Dougie's league""the
kind of girl that Matt or I would have stolen from him in high school.

I'll admit that I was a little surprised to find out that Dougie was marrying
a black girl since Dougie is about the whitest guy I know. But really, what
difference does that make? My policy towards women is, I don't discriminate
race, creed or color as long as they're hot. This babe was definitely hot.

So, I was in a pretty good mood watching the wedding ceremony and everything.
I had even worked myself up to feeling a little familial warmth towards baby
brother until I noticed that during the wedding vows, he promised to obey his
wife. I couldn't believe it. I turned to Matt and whispered, "Did you hear
that?"

"Huh?"

"Did you just hear what Dougie said?"

"What do you mean?" he asked. I have to admit that Matt can be a little slow
sometimes.

"Dougie just promised in his vows to obey his wife!" I said incredulously.

"No way!" Matt said a little too loud.

"Way!" I whispered.

You can bet I was going to bring this up during the reception. Matt and I
waited until we saw Dougie alone and went up to him and started giving him a
hard time. I don't remember exactly what we said cause by this time I was a
little drunk, but I let him know that I was ashamed that any brother of mine
would vow to obey a woman. I mean, I know that it's not politically correct to
think this way anymore, but sheesh! A real man has to make a stand somewhere.

Anyway, as we're talking, the bride comes up and asks Matt and me if she can
talk to us in private. We say sure, and the three of us go into an empty
hallway. To be honest I'm looking forward to giving this chick a piece of my
mind. After all, just because my wimpy brother is easy to push around, it
doesn't mean that she should humiliate him like that in front of the whole
world. So we go out in the hall.

"I want you to go back in there and apologize to your brother," she starts in.

"Apologize to Dougie? No way!" Matt says.

I'm getting ready to ask her where she gets off treating my brother that way
when she says to Matt, "Maybe I didn't make myself clear, I'm not asking you
to apologize, I'm telling you to."

Now Matt who doesn't really have a lot of sense sometimes says, "Oh yeah, how
you going to make us?"

Before I can say anything to cool down the situation, she steps towards us and
grabs us by the belts, one in each hand. Then, and I swear to God this is
true, she lifts us both into the air! We're both dangling there, our feet
several inches off the floor and she's holding us both up looking as calm as
can be. She says, "Look, you two, for some reason, despite all the mean things
you've said and done to him over the years, your brother D.J. loves you and
wants your respect. Now I'm new to this family, and I don't know everything
that's gone before. However, I intend to be with D.J. for the rest of his
life, and that means that you two and I will be thrown together from time to
time. If you would like those times to be pleasant rather than very, very
painful," as she said this part she lifted us even higher just to show us how
easy she could, "Then I suggest you go in there right now and apologize." Then
she dropped us none too gently.

Matt and I stood there for a few seconds looking baffled. Finally I said,
"Well, I guess this is Dougie's big day"""

"Now, Nick," she said to me, "You know he hates that name."

"Right," I said, "It's D.J.'s big day, and I don't suppose we should spoil
it."

"Yeah, it's his big day," Matt mumbled.

"So get in there and apologize!"

That's just what we did.

That's the last time I saw Dougie. After the wedding, he and his wife went on
a two week honeymoon to some island resort. I don't know how they could afford
that. Maybe Dougie's bookstore is doing better than I thought. Anyway, when
they got back, they moved into his wife's house. About a month after that they
invited Matt and me over for a little get together. It must be a pretty nice
place because they told us to bring our swimming clothes.

To be honest, I probably wouldn't be going to this little shindig except that
Dougie mentioned that his new sister-in-law Jasmine was going to be there. I
didn't really get a chance to meet Jasmine at the wedding, but I did get a
good look at her. If there was one woman at the wedding that looked even
better than the bride, it was Jasmine.

Jasmine is taller than her sister. We're talking supermodel tall here""at
least 6'3" or 4". Actually, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that Jasmine
is a supermodel. She has that tall, lean supermodel look. She was a bridesmaid
at the wedding, but thankfully the bridesmaids weren't wearing those typical
awful bridesmaid dresses. She wore a sleek and sexy gown that showed off every
sleek and sexy curve of her sleek and sexy body. The dresses were cut to about
mid thigh and showed off Jasmine's legs which were, well . . . sleek and sexy.

Jasmine's face is certainly beautiful enough to be a supermodel. She has
almond shaped green eyes and high cheekbones. Her nose is smallish and
slightly turned up. Her lips are full and sensuous. She has one of those long,
swanlike necks and beautiful smooth shoulders""the kind of shoulders that you
know you could spend hours nibbling on.

And even though Jasmine is tall and thin, she somehow manages to look
voluptuous at the same time. Maybe it's because her tits are so big""not
nearly as big as her older sister's, but easily in the double D range. Her ass
is a perfect, round peach.

Let me put it this way, when I told Matt that we were invited to a get
together at Dougie's, his first and only question was, "Is Jasmine going to be
there?" When I answered yes, he said, "I'm in."

I knew that Matt and I were thinking the same thing as we drove over to
Dougie's new house. We were both thinking about ways to get to know Jasmine
better, and how to stay on the good side of Dougie's new wife.

"Remember to call baby brother D.J. instead of Dougie when we're there," I
reminded Matt.

"Oh, yeah," Matt agreed.

"I guess it's time we started being nicer to D.J.," I said. "After all, he is
our brother."

Yeah, he's our brother." After a few moments of awkward silence, Matt asked
me, "Have you thought much about our talk with Dou""I mean D.J.'s wife at his
wedding reception?"

"How do you mean?" I asked. Matt and I hadn't talked about what happened that
night. Even though we hung out a lot and were close, we seldom talked about
things that were likely to make us uncomfortable.

"Well . . . you know, how she lifted us up in the air with one hand and
threatened us to be nice to . . . uh, D.J.?"

"I haven't really thought about it much." This was a lie. It's safe to say
that since Dougie's wedding, I'd been haunted by that incident. I couldn't
believe that any woman could be so strong""especially not one as beautiful as
my new sister-in-law. I thought about it almost every night since Dougie's
wedding just before going to sleep. I think I understand why Dougie agreed to
obey his wife, and it made me feel funny""like maybe I envied him. Maybe I
would like to have a woman who was stronger than me treat me like that too.
Maybe I wanted a strong woman to obey. But these were private thoughts that I
didn't dare share with Matt.

"How do you think she did that?" Matt asked. "I mean, do you . . . do you
really think that Dougie's wife"""

"D.J.," I corrected.

"Do you really think D.J.'s wife is that strong?"

"How else do you explain it?" I asked. What I wanted to tell Matt was that I
hoped she was that strong. I hoped she was that strong and that somehow I
could find a woman who was just as strong and just as beautiful.

"I don't know," he said. "Maybe it was some kind of trick with leverage or
something."

Hmmm, maybe my brother was on to something. After all, how could a woman be
strong enough to do what she had done? "Maybe you're right," I said. Then I
added, "And don't forget that we were pretty drunk at the time."

"That's right," Matt said. "I'll be it was some kind of trick or something and
being drunk like we were it just seemed like she lifted us both up."

"You're probably right," I concluded. On the one hand, I felt relieved because
this made a lot more sense than thinking that my sister-in-law was impossibly
strong. On the other hand, I felt kind of disappointed. "Let's be nice to D.J.
just the same."

"Yeah, okay. Besides, we don't want to look like assholes in front of
Jasmine," he said.

"Oh, yeah? You just forget about Jasmine, little bro, she's coming home with
me tonight," I said. Hoped. Prayed.

A few minutes later we arrived at Dougie's. He came out to meet us. "Hey,
guys, I'm glad you could make it." He seemed sincerely happy to see us.

"Nice house," Matt observed. He wasn't lying either. It wasn't exactly a
mansion, but it was B-I-G.

"I guess the bookstore is doing better than I thought," I said.

"Uh, well, my wife already owned this house before we got married," Dougie
explained.

"Geez, what does she do for a living?" Matt asked. I wondered too, but I'd
like to think I'd ask with a little more finesse.

"She's an investor," Dougie said. I thought he seemed a little anxious or
something""like he didn't really want to talk about it. I don't know, though;
with my baby bro it's hard to tell since he's kind of a nervous type anyway.

"Come on in," he said, changing the subject. "The party's already underway
around back at the pool." He led us in the front door and gave us a mini-tour
of the first floor. Living room, kitchen, study, the usual, but the rooms were
all big and the furnishings were all really nice.

Finally Matt said, "It looks like you did alright for yourself, Dougie. You
married a hot babe and got a nice house in the deal." Just as he finished our
sister-in-law entered the room.

"Hot babe?" she laughed, "Someone must be talking about me."

"I was just telling Dougie what a lucky guy he was."

"Don't you mean to call my husband D.J.?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, sure; I was just telling D.J. here," he stammered.

"Well, thank you, Matt," she said as she took his hand in hers and shook it. I
could tell by the slight grimace on Matt's face that she squeezed his hand
just a little too hard. "So nice to see you again too, Nick," she said as she
took my hand. She squeezed my hand hard too""just enough to remind me of our
conversation at the wedding reception.

The conversation that Matt and I had on the way over there had almost
convinced me that I was imagining her remarkable strength, but now . . . . I
just didn't know.

As we made our way back to the pool, D.J. introduced me to several of his
friends. Despite our distant relationship, I was glad to see that baby bro had
a lot of friends. I guess that I failed to appreciate for most of his life
that he was really a pretty good guy. I'll have to admit though that I was
only half paying attention as he presented me to his friends. All the time my
eyes were scouting ahead looking for Jasmine. After all, as far as I was
concerned, she was the main attraction that night.

When we finally made it through the house and to the back yard where the pool
was I spotted her. My God she was beautiful. She was standing by the pool
talking to some flabby looking loser. She had a drink in her hand and she was
wearing nothing but a green string bikini. Her flawless, taunt light brown
skin looked so soft and smooth. Her ample breasts looked as if they might
escape the confines of her barely there top at any moment. Her tight, round
ass peaked out from under the fabric of her bikini bottoms. Her hair had that
wild, unkempt, right-out-of-bed look that probably took her hours to achieve.

The thing that really surprised me though was how fit she looked. Her abs were
a flat, toned six pack, her legs were long and muscular and all the muscles in
her arms were clearly defined and visible. I don't mean that she had big
bulging muscles like a body builder, even though she clearly worked out. She
had the finely honed body of a professional athlete. In other words, she had
exactly the kind of body that I fantasized about.

Don't get me wrong, I've been with more than my fair share of fit women. I've
been with women whose abs looked as good as Jasmine's. I've been with women
whose legs or whose arms looked as good as Jasmine's. But I've never been with
a woman whose combined abs, arms and legs looked as Jasmine's. When you throw
in the gorgeous face, the big tits and the round ass, it's safe to say that
Jasmine was by far the hottest woman I'd ever laid eyes on. One look at Matt
staring at her splendor, and I could tell that he felt the same way.

As my eyes drank in her form and my mind ran wild with the things I'd like to
do to her I heard Dougie say, "Hey, guys, come here. I want to introduce you
to my sister-in-law Jasmine."

"Wait a minute," I said. I turned around to check my look in the reflection of
the sliding glass door that led to the back yard. I checked my hair to make
sure everything was in place. Then I removed my polo shirt and pumped up for a
second to make sure I looked my best. Matt did the same. We were both holding
our shirts and wearing just our swim trunks and flip flops when I said, "Okay,
now I'm ready."

"Me too," Matt confirmed.

As we made our way to the other side of the pool I kept my eyes on her. The
flabby guy she was talking to was smiling and talking to her. She seemed to be
enjoying the conversation because she was laughing at what he said.

"Who's that guy with Jasmine?" Matt asked. "He's not her boyfriend is he?"
This I could not imagine. Like I said, he was flabby. Not only that, up he was
at least eight inches shorter than her. How could a goddess like Jasmine have
a boyfriend like that? On the other hand, how could someone as hot as
Jasmine's sister marry my baby brother? Who knows, maybe the chicks in this
family were weird.

These thoughts were swirling around in my head when Dougie said, "Who? You
mean Curtis? No, he's one of my customers at the bookstore. You guys don't
have to worry about Curtis. He's gay."

"I didn't say I was worried about him," Matt said, "I just wanted to know who
he was."

When we finally reached Jasmine and Mr. Flab, Dougie said, "Jasmine, Curtis,
these are my two big brothers, Nick and Matt. Nick, Matt, this is my friend
Curtis and my sister-in-law Jasmine."

Jasmine gave Dougie and sultry look and said, "Why D.J., I hope I'm your
friend as well."

"Oh, of course you are Jasmine." Dougie looked slightly flummoxed, "Uh, I
better go see how your sister is doing inside," he said as he made himself
scarce.

Then Jasmine extended her hand towards Matt and I""not as if to shake hands
but the way a woman does when she expects her hand to be kissed. "Nick, Matt,
how nice to finally meet the brothers. I can't imagine how I managed to miss
the two of you at the wedding. Call me Jazz."

Seizing the initiative, I gently took Jazz's hand and placed a tender kiss on
it. "Enchanted, Jazz," I said trying to sound as smooth as possible.

"Uh, yeah, enchanted," piped in Matt.

"Well, aren't you two a couple of big strong looking boys?" Curtis asked. Even
though I'd rather that flabby wasn't there, I was glad he said what he did. It
gave me an opening.

"Yes, my brother and I do try to stay in shape," I responded, but with my eyes
locked on Jasmine's. Then I added, "You look like you work out too, Jazz."

"Well, as you say, I do try to stay in shape."

"It's working," Matt said, his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth.

Jazz glanced over at him and said, "You're sweet." Then she looked back at me
and said, "D.J. tells me that the two of you were college athletes or
something."

"Yes, that's"""

"Do you like athletes?" Matt interrupted.

"Yes, I do," Jazz said, "I like," then she paused for a second looking like
she wanted to choose her next word carefully, "Playing with them."

As I stood there looking at Jazz, I felt a funny feeling. I found myself
getting lost in her beautiful eyes, her dazzling smile, her hypnotic, husky
voice. I also noticed that I had underestimated her height. At 6'2" I'm a
pretty big guy, but in her bare feet, Jazz was a good five inches taller than
me. For some reason, that really excited me. For the first time ever, I felt
like I could be falling in love.

I wondered what Matt was feeling. He and I made a pact a long time ago never
to fight over a woman. We didn't have to because there were always plenty of
hot chicks to go around. We had slept with plenty of the same girls. I would
dump a girl and Matt would start seeing her or vice versa. Neither one of us
had ever been serious about any of them for long.

Jazz was different though. At least, I thought she was. I wasn't sure how Matt
felt.

As we talked, Curtis gradually drifted away leaving just Jazz, Matt and I. We
talked about this and that. To me it didn't really matter what we talked
about. I just wanted to be near her. Finally, my tactless younger brother
said, "So what's the deal between your sister and Dougie anyway?"

Jazz looked at him like he just farted and coolly asked, "And who is
'Dougie'?"

"Dougie is what we call D.J.," he answered.

"Speak for yourself," I quickly chimed in because I could see that this was
not going over well with Jazz.

"Perhaps it would be better if we had this conversation someplace more
private," Jazz suggested.

"Fine by me," Matt said. I nodded in agreement. The truth was, I was really
starting to fall for this woman and I would gladly have followed her anywhere.

She must have read my mind because she simply said, "Follow me?" We both
followed her back into the house. She led us to a door that led down to the
basement. "Did D.J. show you the basement before?" she asked.

"No, just the rooms on the main floor," I answer. As we followed her down the
stairs, I was mesmerized by the silky sway of Jazz's impossibly firm ass that
was barely covered by the string bikini bottom she had on. When we reached the
end of the stairs, the basement opened up into a large, fully stocked gym.

"We can talk in private here," Jazz said. She pointed to a couple of fold-up
chairs and said, "Have a seat." She sat down on a bench press bench. "Now,
just what do you mean by 'what's the deal?' between my sister and your
brother?"

"Just what I said," Matt responded, "What's the deal?"

"The deal is, my sister loves your brother very much, and he feels the same
way about her."

"Yeah, well I can understand why Dou"", I mean D.J. loves your sister. She's a
babe. But what does she see in our wimpy brother?" Part of me wanted to tell
Matt to shut the fuck up. I knew that he was being wildly inappropriate.
However, to be honest, I wondered the same thing, and I was curious to find
out Jazz's take on it. I decided to be quiet. If she got mad at Matt for being
an asshole, that might work out in my favor.

"To be perfectly honest, I sort of wondered the same thing when I first met
your brother," Jazz said. "I wondered what a beautiful black princess such as
my sister saw in such a dorky white boy. But then I got to know your brother
better, and I think I get it."

"Well, I'm just not seeing it," Matt said, "For one thing I don't think he's
ever seen the inside of a gym."

"You have to understand something about my sister," Jazz explained, "Big
muscles on men don't impress her in the least. She used to date a professional
football player, and she kicked him to the curb without ever looking back."

As Jazz talked, I began to notice something. All the bars in this gym were
loaded with enormous weights. I began to put two and two together. This must
be my sister-in-law's gym. So maybe the strength she displayed at the wedding
reception wasn't some kind of trick or illusion. Maybe she really was that
strong. My head began to swirl with the possibilities.

"Let me tell you something about your brother," Jazz continued, "I know he
really loves my sister because . . . . Well, I tested him."

Suddenly, all other thoughts were violently pushed out of my head. This just
got entirely more interesting. "Tested him how?" I asked.

"Okay, what you two don't know is that I've been staying here with my sister
and your brother for a couple of weeks. When I first got here, I decided to
test your brother to see if he really loved my sister. Whenever my sister
wasn't around, I would make a point of walking around the house in my
skimpiest bikinis or my sexiest teddies just to see if he would take the
bait." Just picturing Jazz walking around like this was enough to cause a
stirring in my crotch.

"And he didn't go for it?" Matt asked.

"He never even gave me a second look," she said. "Finally I decided to really
test him, so I came out of the shower one morning wearing nothing but a towel,
and I let the towel 'slip' and exposed my boobs to him."

Not being able to stand it any longer I asked, "What did he do?"

"He got me another towel and asked me to please cover up!"

"Wow," I somehow managed to choke out, "He must love your sister very much."

"Yeah, that must explain that other thing," Matt said.

"What other thing," Jazz asked.

"You know; that thing where during their wedding he promised to obey your
sister."

"Yes, so?" Jazz asked.

"Well, that's just fucked up," Matt said.

"How so?"

"I'm sorry, but a man just doesn't promise to obey a woman. Only someone as
wimpy as our baby brother would promise to do that."

"You have to understand, Matt, that the women in my family are strong willed
and demand obedience from our men."

"Not from me they don't," he said.

"So you would never promise to obey a woman?" Jazz asked Matt.

"Hell to the no!" he replied. Jazz just smiled.

Jazz turned to me and asked, "And how do you feel about this, Nick?"

I wasn't sure what to say. Mostly I agreed with Matt, but a secret part of me
sort of liked the idea of a strong woman""a woman strong enough to make me
obey her. If my hunch was right, if my sister-in-law really was as strong as I
suspected . . . . Finally I said, "I think I get it."

"And just what is that?" Jazz challenged.

"Your sister is . . . strong, isn't she?"

"My sister is very strong," Jazz replied.

"Strong enough to make a man . . . obey," I struggled to confirm.

"Shit! I don't care how strong she is, I would never promise to obey her or
any woman like that," Matt interjected.

Jazz began to stand up. "Is that right?" she asked.

"Matt, just think for a minute! Don't you remember how D.J.'s wife lifted us
both off the floor during the reception?"

"But I thought that we decided that was some kind of trick." Matt had kind of
a desperate look in his eyes as if his world no longer made sense.

"Look around, Dummy! Haven't you noticed how much weight is loaded onto the
bars in this gym? Only someone with nearly superhuman strength could lift this
much weight. This is obviously her gym!"

"This isn't my sister's gym," Jazz corrected. "My sister doesn't need to lift
weights to be strong. She's naturally that way without trying. When she found
out that I was coming to stay with her for awhile, she had this gym installed
for me."

"For you?" I could hardly believe my ears. "But, how?"

"Because I'm strong, Nick. I'm very, very strong."

"But that can't be," I said, "You're too . . . "

"Too what?"

"You're too beautiful," I replied.

"Yes, I am very beautiful aren't I? I know I'm wonderful to look at""pure eye
candy""but I'm also really, really strong."

"Oh! This is bul-l-l-lshit!" Matt said loudly. "You expect us to believe that
a girl like you can lift these heavy weights?" he asked.

"Baby, I can easily lift 'these heavy weights' as you call them. I don't lift
for strength training. I've already got all the strength I need. I lift
weights because I like my body to be toned. It's just that when you're as
strong as I am, you need to have what wimps like you consider 'these heavy
weights' just to have any effect at all."

"Hey, who you calling a wimp," Matt asked.

"You compared to me," she answered matter-of-factly. Then she stepped over to
his 6'1" body, looked down at him and said, "You want to make something of
it?"

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