The Erotic Kin - Master Collection (The Erotic Kin Master Collection) (3 page)

“Actually, I have a family wedding to go to over break, so I’m flying to Chicago,” she said.

“That’s funny, so do I,” I said. “When is your wedding?”

“The seventeenth,” Jasmine said.

“What time?”

“I think three or something.”

“What if you were my date at my family wedding at one o’clock, and we go to your family wedding by three? I don’t think mine will have a reception until later in the evening.”

“That sounds OK,” she said. “Let’s do that.”

A couple days later, I got a text from my mom. It said that the wedding was cancelled, but we were invited instead to a huge celebration on the day of the scheduled wedding – because my mom and Jack eloped on the beaches of Hawaii.

I immediately called her. “Why?” I asked. She said it had to do with having a lot of details to work out with the wedding, and things were falling apart because neither one of them had the time to check up on everything. They went on vacation in Hawaii, and decided pretty spontaneously to get married on the beach on Maui Island at sunset.

“Well, can I bring my new girlfriend to the party to meet you?” I asked. She said sure, so that was all set.

“How funny,” Jasmine said when I told her.
“
I heard my family wedding was canceled too. Instead, there will be a family reunion party of some kind that day. Guess it’s going on for a while, so let’s go to your thing, and then we’ll stop by my reunion so you can meet my family.”

“Great,” I said.

We were starting to get pretty serious by the time spring break came along, but we hadn’t slept together yet. However, the time came, finally, when we were on spring break.

We had been offered to stay at my mom’s house, but I insisted on getting a hotel room, though Jasmine didn’t know it. The night before the party, I set up a romantic dinner, complete with candlelight and live music. She was enthralled, and so didn’t think twice when I hailed a limo to pick us up at the restaurant and take us to a nice four-star hotel. We went into the elevator and I pushed the button for the seventh floor.

“What are we doing here?” she asked.
“I’m crazy about you, Jasmine,” I said. “I have been for a long time, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed these last six months with you. I have fallen in love with you, and I hope you will make love with me tonight.”

She had an open mouth of surprise, but her blue eyes sparkled with a smile.

“I don’t know what to say, Andrew,” she said.

“Just say yes,” I said. She nodded then held my hand. I leaned in and kissed her softly but deeply. Her free hand rested on my back, while my free hand slid around her narrow waist. We stopped when the elevator stopped on our floor, and we walked hand in hand to the hotel room.

I put the key in the door and opened it, letting Jasmine in first. I turned on the light, and she stopped in her tracks, gasping. Red rose petals covered the queen-size bed, a bottle of champagne chilled on ice in a bucket on a table, and a red teddy lay on the bed – I had bought that for her for Valentine’s Day, but she wasn’t ready to wear it, so I took it out of her drawer in her apartment when I was there recently.

Jasmine put her hands to her mouth as if in disbelief, looked around the room, then turned around to look at me. I just smiled broadly. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“I’ve never had anyone do so much for me,” she said, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I-I’m speechless.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her deeply, my tongue parting her lips. I felt the satiny fabric of her tight black dress that barely covered her firm butt. I put my hands on her butt and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and we kissed passionately.

“I want to make love to you,” Jasmine said, smiling and looking deep into my eyes.

I walked over to the bed and picked up the teddy. I stopped her, took it out of her hand and tossed it aside.

“You can wear that later, Jasmine,” I said. “I want to see you in nothing at all.
That
would be the sexiest thing you could wear for me.”

Jasmine smiled and gently pushed me on the bed. She bent at the waist slightly and kissed me softly, putting her hand on my cheek. I then reached out and put my hands on either side of her waist and gently pulled her toward me, so she climbed on the bed. We kissed deeper and more passionately as she climbed on the bed, actually laying on me. One hand how moved to my chest and the other felt around the crotch of my slacks, and found something she was apparently looking for. Her fingers came in contact with a bulge, and she traced the outline of it with her fingernails.

I reached my hands down to the hem of her dress and starting lifting it up over her round butt and began gathering the fabric at her waist. Jasmine then started grinding the crotch of her panties against the crotch of my pants, gyrating her hips in a slow circular motion, making my bulge get thicker and longer. She then moved her hips back and forth, guiding my bulge along the very line that splits her love-triangle. She sat up on me and started pulling her dress off, pulling the fabric over her waist and chest, showing a red lace bra that perfectly covered her six thirty-four breasts. She finished pulling the dress over her head and threw it aside, then resumed her slow gyrations as she unhooked her bra from the back and pulled it off, laying it on my chest. I looked at her bronzed, tight body and I felt like busting out of my pants.

I reached my hands up and starting massaging and squeezing her breasts, which made Jasmine sigh. She put her hands over mine and tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

“Ohhh, Andrew,” she said.

“God you are so hot,” I said. “You are my dream come true.” She looked down and smiled at me.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” she said. I sat up and started taking my polo shirt off. She helped me, then threw the shirt across the room and ran her nails over my broad chest, leading in and kissing me deeply and passionately. She then reached down and started unzipping my slacks. She got up on her knees and unfastened my pants and started pulling them off my hips. I lifted up my hips and she pulled them down, then I took over and got them off my legs, kicking them against the wall. I didn’t need to take my boxers off, because my manhood stuck right out and was lying down against my hips, but was at its full seven-inch length and thickness. Jasmine looked at it, smiled, and cooed.

She moved back on top of my bulge, and I reached out to her panties and slide the fabric to the side, exposing her pinkness. I saw her body tremble.

“Oh my god,” she said. “I’ve never wanted this more.” She lifted herself up, then reached down with her hand to point my flagpole straight up and point it and her tight target. She slowly lowered herself onto me and I moaned with pleasure as my purple tip disappeared between her folds and her lips felt like they squeezed around me. She moaned and signed as she looked down and watched my shaft disappear inside her. She then looked at me as I cupped her breasts as she lowered herself onto me until her pelvis kissed mine. She sighed deeply, feeling my entire length fill her channel. She moved her hips slightly side to side to put me in contact with every inch of her lips and pink, wet canal.

She then started raising herself up off me, until just the tip of me remained in her, then slowly plunged back down on me. I closed my eyes and moaned deeply; feeling the amazingly pleasurable sensations of feeling her squeezing me slightly as she moved on me, and feeling my length get warmer when inside her. I watched as her flat tummy twitched and her breasts spasmed with every inch of me impaling her.

Just as she began a more steady rhythm on me, my phone rang. I let it ring and sent it to voicemail as I lifted my upper body up so I was into a sitting position. She moved up and down on me, and I grabbed her breasts roughly and squeezed them, licking her dark pink pearls then biting on them which made Jasmine jump and moan. “Oh, god,” she breathed in my ear.

I took a deep breath, and an intoxicating scent invaded my nose. Not only the smell of sex, but also a scent that came from Jasmine’s skin – a mix of cinnamon and honey. I sighed and squeezed her breasts together and dragged my wet, rough tongue over the crevice between them, then I flicked my tongue over both her pearls as she continued squatting on me, increasing her pace.

Just then, she moaned loudly, which nearly drowned out the sound of her cell phone ringing. She gasped and moaned, then picked my head up and kissed me passionately.  She then shook violently and exhaled hard.

“Oh god Andrew,” she moaned. “I think I’m going ….” She threw her head back and I felt her body tense. She slowed her pace of squatting, and I quickly adjusted my hands as I felt her body tense. I grabbed one of her butt cheeks, while my other hand moved down between our bodies and I used a thumb to place pressure gently on her sweet spot while I moved a couple fingers tenderly over the top of her lips. I looked at her hot body, and I felt the hollow of my manhood start to fill up with my man-fluid.

Jasmine now looked at me lustily as I lay back down on the bed. I moved a hand up to squeeze her firm breast and pinch her nipple between my fingers, while my other hand twiddled with Jasmine’s sweet spot.

She then bit her lower lip, moaned twice, then yelled as she reached her peak.

“Aaaahhhhhhhhoooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned, her body shaking and spasming on me. She had stopped riding me and had instead ground her pelvis into mine, so I felt every vibration of her climax. From there, it didn’t take long for me. I grabbed Jasmine by her waist and held her just a couple inches above my pelvis, and I thrust my hips up into her several times, trying to move the fluid building up inside of me.

Finally, it complied with my commands. I thrust up one final time and released.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddddddddddddddddddd,” I yelled as I felt my warm fluid shoot out of me with great force as if a fire hose was turned on, feeling my length get drenched in mine and Jasmine’s juices as we commingled ourselves and coupled in a beautiful expression.

She sighed and lowered her upper body on me and we kissed deeply and softly.

She put her hand on my cheek, then looked deep into my eyes.

“I’ve never said this to any guy before,” she said, “but I feel that I truly love you, Andrew.”

I smiled. “I love you too, and I will do anything to protect you. I hope nothing will interfere with this.” We kissed again, then she got up and went to the restroom to clean up, taking her cell phone with her. Meanwhile, I got up and went to check my cell phone.

On my phone was a message from my mom. She said she wanted to make sure I knew about the celebration party the next day and she was looking forward to me meeting her new husband. “I think you’ll enjoy Jack, and I hear you’ll meet his daughter, Jasmine, tomorrow too,” the message said. “And I look forward to meeting your girlfriend, so I hope you bring her. Love you honey, and I will talk to you later.”

I tried calling her back, but her phone was off. It went straight to voicemail. “You’ve reached the voicemail of Linda Abbott. Please leave me message. …”

Abbott?
I thought.

Just then, Jasmine walked out of the restroom, and looked shocked.

“Dad married the former Linda Anderson,” she said, staring at me. “Anderson?”

Oh. My. God.
“My mom is now Linda Abbott,” I said. Jasmine’s eyes widened.

My next comment was not one of shock, but of resolve.

I walked up and kissed her, putting my arms around her. I then laughed.

“Why are you laughing? Your girlfriend is your stepsister!”

“Well,” I said confidently, “it just proves that you Andersons and we Abbotts have good taste.”

She laughed, and I pulled her back on the bed and climbed on her.

I was pretty darn excited. OK, damn excited. For the first time, my mom allowed me to have some friends over to the house for a party. OK, so it was our last night as high-school students, but I wasn’t going to be picky.

This was set to be a great night. About eight of my friends, including my girlfriend of two years, were coming over after our graduation ceremony and we were going to party as long as we could. My mom, Janet, has been very proud of me and she decided to suspend her house rule this one time, but she insisted on being at home to chaperone. She has done a great job raising me and my sister as a single mom for more than ten years – and a young mom at that, having my older sister when she was seventeen and me three years later – and she hasn’t been much of a partier because she’s been working two and three jobs to support us, so this was an opportunity for her to let her hair down.