Warning: the following story contains content about incest and a sexual act.
“You first have to kiss her neck,” my uncle said. My brother paid attention, but I wondered why he told us this. I didn’t want to hear it. “That gets her going quickly,” he said.
He called me five minutes ago, enticing me with his Game Gear, but instead of letting me play, he sat me on his bed beside my brother. He seemed mad at me.
Those days, everyone seemed mad at me.
“I know what happened at school, Gil. Your mom told me,” he says, as I think back. Everyone kept telling me it was wrong, but no one took the time to explain why. They just pointed at me and contorted their faces.
“We’re going to fix that today, okay?” He speaks in a strong, manly attitude. He goes to his closet and withdraws a silver camera from a coffer.
“Everything I tell you today is to teach ya how to make a woman happy. And I will show ya how to do it firsthand. That’s why I got this camera here.” He raised the camera with his hand before hooking some cables with red, white, and yellow heads to the TV in the room. I look at my brother, scared. I want to escape, but I know I’d be dragged back in if not by my brother and uncle. Everyone in the house is mad at me and would force me to withstand this lesson one way or another.
When my uncle finished, he faced us again, and spoke, “When you’re with a woman, you start with her neck. That’s very important. Play with it, caress it with your hands.” I didn’t want to listen; I felt trapped. I wondered if I cupped my ears shut, would they pry my hands away?
“Once you have kissed her neck, you will have her under your control. She will let you do anything to her,” he continues. I want to ask, what if I didn’t want to do that? What if I don’t want to make a woman happy? What if I want to make someone like me happy?
“You know what?” my uncle asks no one in particular. “It’s better if I show you.” He turned on the TV and pressed play on the camera. A green, white, and black picture materialized. A naked woman appeared on the screen. Then, my uncle. My eyes opened wide from the shock before I shut them tightly, and the memories from what happened in school that day flooded my mind.
My best friend Geronimo and I played spin the bottle with the rest of the fifth-grade class behind the teacher’s back during lunch. The bottle landed on me at one point, and one of our classmates dared me to kiss Geronimo. We grimaced and pretended to puke in refusal, of course. We weren’t those boys who kissed other boys.
When the teacher noticed what the class spent half the period doing behind her back, she tried catching us in the act, but we dispersed to different parts of the school to avoid getting in trouble. Away from everybody, Geronimo tugged on my shirt.
“I’m willing to do it if you are,” Geronimo said, barely looking up at me.
Though I immediately knew what he meant, it still surprised me. He was so kind; I cared for him and didn’t want to disappoint him. I told him to meet me in the boys bathroom when lunch ended.
Minutes later, when we returned to class, I raised my hand and excused myself to the bathroom. I arrived at the bathroom in the back of the school, beyond the sixth-grade classrooms, with Geronimo trailing behind me. The dark room smelled like piss, but we didn’t mind. He was a bit smaller than me, so I had to hunch down. He closed his eyes, so I did, too, and he connected his lips to mine. We held on for a few seconds before he detached.
“See, it wasn’t bad, was it?” he said.
“I guess not,” I said back.
“Wanna try again?”
“Sure,” I said. We weren’t hurting anybody.
He moved closer and put his lips to mine again. This time, he put his hands on my neck and moved his lips like people do in the movies. I repeated the same movements. His lips felt soft, warm, and wet against mine. The sensation spread through my body, and his tender touch washed over me like a balmy blanket.
“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!?” said Mr. Camacho, the gym teacher. The next thing we knew, we were meeting with the principal and Father Miguel.
When I came to, my uncle had stopped the video.
“Did we learn anything today?” he asks.
I nod hurriedly, and he gives me his Game Gear as promised.
It would be long and many miles away from my family before I followed my heart and made someone happy.
Someone who looked like me.
From when he started elementary school in the mid `90s in Puerto Rico to obtaining his degree in 2023 in Connecticut, Danny has always believed he was a “writer”.
Featured image courtesy of Bob Price
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