The Sweetest Taboo

"Well, you do look kinda like Grandma," Tisha continued as she studied the woman's face. "Especially..."

"...around the eyes," the woman finished as she picked up the small leather bag at her feet.

"Oh my God," Tisha said in a whisper, shocked as realized that this might be her brother after all.

Tisha leaned out over the door and looked both ways on the quiet tree-lined block, making sure a few people as possible were witnessing this exchange. Then, she stepped back away from the door, motioning for the woman to come in. "Come in, um...what do you call yourself these days?"

"Storm," the woman replied as she walked in the door, ducking in under the door frame. "You know, like Halle Berry's character from the X-Men movies?"

"OK," Tisha said with a giggle "Name like a stripper? This story has to be good," she said as she closed the door. "Where do you wanna tell it?"

"How about in your room, sis?" Storm replied. "I hear you got the latest KaySlay mixtape up there blasting.

"Yeah, I was listening to that before entering the Twilight Zone," Tisha said, still in shock about the events of the past few minutes. "Come."

Tisha looked over her shoulder as she heard the thud of those high heels tap onto the hardwood floor. As she walked up the stairs, she looked over her shoulder and couldn't help but notice how slinky her brother, I mean sister, looked in that catsuit. "How the fuck did he end up a sex object?" Tisha thought to herself.

Tisha turned up the hallway towards her bedroom, then opened the door, hitting both her and Storm with a wall of sound."

"Is that the new Papoose? Sounds like he's at it again!"

"Yeah, he is," Tisha said as she killed the volume on the stereo. She climbed onto the bed, then took loose her scrunchie, letting her brown hair flare out a bit before tightening it up again. "OK, Jimmy, let me ask. Are you really in Okinawa?"