by Dervan Brown
“Hold on! Wait a minute!” John interjected, “We all due respect, but Nickson you have no right, no right whatsoever to call anyone an utter waste of matter. You have been with Ashley Williamson since the past four years and you are still a virgin choir boy!” He reminded and the laughter continued. “So for the rest of the evening, please remain quiet.”
“Here Here!!” They all cheered except Nickson who seemingly had felt the intended embarrassment from the friendly bantering.
“Now as you were saying Donald.” John offered.
“Well, I have been talking to this girl at school for about three weeks. Her name is Emily Simpson, a junior, you guys wouldn’t know her. She is very good looking, nice ass and all…”
“But…” Nickson abruptly interjected.
“Hey Nickson! For the last time! Please be a good student and be quiet!” John silenced him.
“…She is a born again Christian.” Donald finished.
They all paused and stared at him with startling disbelief.
“Have you lost your mind!” David emphasized.
“And here I was thinking I am the worst of us.” Nickson blurted out.
“Are you in love with her Donald?” John subtly asked.
“I can’t say I am not...” Donald affirmed.
“Oh Lord no!” David cried and bowed his head in disappointment.
“Come on David, it’s not that bad. She is a charm and she is so beautiful you know!” Donald convinced.
“Just listen to yourself. Pathetic!” David resented, “By the way, has she yet told you that there will be no sex before marriage?”
“Yes she did…”
David shook his head.
“Actually she resolved it on the second day over lunch. She stood and tipped to my chest height, protruding her pointer finger at me and said,
“I’ll have you know, I am a child of God and I will not have sex before marriage, you hear me sir!”
“And what was your reply?” Nickson asked flatly.
“I am in love with her.” Donald affirmed.
“You have made the biggest mistake of your life!” David dissuaded, “Your youth will never forgive you of this.” Just look at Nickson and his sorry ass!”
“You have a point,” Donald laughed, “But that!” He pointed at Nickson, “Is a terrible tragedy!”
They laughed. The jokes at him just never ceased to bring Laughter. He was indeed a chore boy for Ashley. If she had called right then and asked him to come get her, he would jumped to the task and left them hanging.
“Hold on David!” John intervened, “Donald has a point. I mean, what are we all looking for here?” He asked, “Aren’t we all looking for love at the end of the day?”
“What are you talking about John?” David asked rhetorically. He understood the question. It just wasn’t easy to fathom coming from John.
“I mean, do we decide who we fall in love with or when we fall in love?” John proclaimed, “Love hits us with our eyes closed David. It’s just for us to open our eyes and believe it.”
“Oh come on!! This is hogwash” David proclaimed, “Have you met someone John?”
“Yes, I met someone, but that has no bearing on what I said.” John replied.
“Yes it does.” David reiterated, “A few weeks ago you would have never said something like that…who is she John?”
John took a sip of the beer he had in hand and stared steadily into David’s eyes.
“She is my cousin.” John stated.
Suddenly a spit of liquor mixed with saliva came spurting across the table. Nickson could not swallow the alcohol as the laughter forced its way out. That was followed by a boisterous outburst of uncontrollable giggling from Donald. David was the only one who remained speechless and serious. He knew John too well to know when he was making a joke from when he was being dangerously grave.
The laughter rippled out and an iceberg silence quivered the moment lasting for over five minutes.
“John have you lost your fucking mind!!” Donald shouted.
“Hey! Hey!” John yelled, “I was just here defending you remember?” John silenced him.
“And here I was thinking I am…”
“You are still the worst Nickson!” John frankly added.
“I may be the worst but I’m not a cousin fucker!” Nickson responded with a dirty smirk lining his face.
“We have not gotten there yet!” John reiterated.
“But you are going to?” David asked.
“It’s not even about that.” John added.
“I DON’T EVEN FUCKING KNOW YOU ANYMORE John” David shouted and stared at him with mean fierce eyes.
That instantly registered with John quite well. In fact, that was all he needed to hear. He had already made up his mind. They would either accept it or lose him.
John stood, poured the rest of his beer to the sand and left without uttering another word. They didn’t go after him in a bid to dissuade him. They sat there and babbled and he could care less.
After all, blood is thicker than water and love redefines it all.
Chapter 7
The rain had blessed the territory at the break of day and the humidity had lingered into midday, making it the most humid and comforting of all the summer days seen thus far. It was the perfect weather to be relaxing under, or even to just rock in a pivoted chair and absorb the rare tranquility.
“Hello!” She answered.
“Hey Karla! Get dressed. I am coming to pick you up in an hour.” John replied.
“Ahh…where are we going?” She enquired.
“You will know when we get there.”
“Ok then.”
“Great! See you in an hour.” John asserted.
John Steelburg drove up to the gate of Karla Steelburg’s house and tooted the horn of his mother’s two thousand and six, white Toyota Corolla.
She fashioned a blue spaghetti strap dress that lengthen to just above her knees. It did a definite job of reminding him that she was indeed an exquisite and expensive piece of art.
“Leonardo Da Vinci.” He uttered as he opened the front passenger door of the car for her.
“What?” She asked.
He turned the key in the ignition and shifted the gear into drive.
“The guy who painted the Mona Lisa.” He signaled
“I am still at lost.”
“You look ravishing.” John affirmed and continued the journey.
“Thank you.” She added and smiled.
“Did anyone see you leaving?”
“I seriously doubt that. I was the only one there when you came.” She replied. “I still have no idea where I am going though.”
“Don’t worry. Just trust me.” John demanded, “And I will need you to put this on when we get close to where we are going.”
He pulled out a black blindfold and placed it in her lap.
“Ok, wow! This is getting interesting!”
“It’s going to be awesome.” John assured.
“I smell cinnamon.” She uttered and traced the scent to a basket on the backseat. “Are we going picnicking?”
“Yes we are. I can tell you that much.” John asserted.
“Aww! This is so sweet of you John.” She proclaimed and gently rubbed his left cheek with her fingers. “I think I am going to enjoy this.”
“Yeah…me too.”
Karla Steelburg relaxed the chair, tilted her legs on to the dashboard and half opened the window allowing the mystic summer breeze to sooth the atmosphere within the car.
John took pleasure in the sensation of having the girl, his cousin, who he was in love with, in the passenger seat as the wheels raced the tar at fifty kilo meters per hour.
“It’s a wonderful day and the best was yet to come.” He thought.
The Corolla climbed the mountain at forty kilometers per hour without much outcry. John had been there before on a school trip while he was in high school. He knew in another mile and a half t
hey would arrive at their destination after driving for almost two hours.
John suddenly pulled over to the side of the road.
“Come on, put this blindfold on.” He requested.
“So I take it we are almost there.”
“Yes we are.” He assured as he tied the knot at the back of her head and whispered. “You are going to love this.”
The excitement shivered her entire body and the quivering anxiety almost drove her nuts, but finally they arrived. He pulled up in the parking lot and a sense of relief trickled down her spine.
“Give me your hand.” He opened the door and directed, “This way.”
He held her hand and led her to the edge of the mountain peak and held her waist. As he removed the blind fold he whispered.
“I love you cousin.”
She opened her eyes and beheld the paradise that extended in front of her.
The doves, pigeons and parrots of green, yellow and blue shade danced through the clouds and blue skies as they sung a harmonious melody only popular to them.
Trees and rocks descended the valley to the feet of the angry and mighty ocean. The scenery was a real snapshot of paradise on its finest day.
“This is phenomenal!” She exclaimed, “I never thought we could actually drive into heaven!”
“Yeah, in my mother’s Corolla.” They laughed.
“Aww…John!” She turned around into his arms and held his cheeks with her hands, “I so love you cousin.”
In between the smiles, the joy and happiness that electrified between them, and the omnipresent euphoria of the paradise and its heavenly creatures, the subtle touch of their lips pinnacled the ecstasy and poised an oh so sexy quixotism.
Their lips parted and the ecstasy soothed momentarily.
“Where are we John?” She inquired, and turned around to adore the natural seduction.
“We are at a place that is named, Lovers Leap.” John replied. “Have you ever heard the story of what happened right here in this precise area that we are standing?”
“I am not sure I have.”
In the seventeen century, during slavery, there was this beautiful and elegant girl that a slave master demanded to be his submissive bedmate. She was however in love with another slave boy. As too the slave boy was in love with her. Their love was an alloy of equal gold and silver, but the master would have none of it. So they ran away from the plantation. They were hunted by men loyal to the slave master into this mountain and when they were cornered here, they did the most unbelievable thing.
“No!!” She cried in contempt.
“Yes!” He asserted, “To live in the pain and misery or to die in faith for eternal bliss and forever happiness. It was worth the risk.”
She turned around and he wiped the tears that fell from her eyes.
“Rest assured my love, this is not our fate. We perpetuate their love, but this is a different time and no one will drive us apart.” John assured.
The warm words of security and tender embrace of his arms comforted her and brought a scintillating smile to her face.
“This way, I have a secluded spot for us.” John claimed and they walked the path into the trees. Then turned into the bushes and made their way to an open lot covered by grass about one square wide, and surrounded by trees that hid them from the parking lot, the complex comprising of the reservation office and a restaurant.
“This is us, no one will see us from here, yet we still have the best view.”
“It’s beautiful, I love it.” Karla assured him.
He finished laying out the towel, the food, the drink and the wine and pressed play to the nineties souls hit music that commenced the romantic tranquility of the evening.
“Are you trying to seduce your cousin John?”
“Is it working?”
“Maybe.” She teased.
“Ok then. What if I try this…”
He touched her soft lips with his thumbs and gently caressed her cheeks with the back of his fingers as he held a steady stare of her eyes. John Steelburg slowly removed the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, revealing her stiff succulent breast.”
He stood and held her hand bracing her to a stand, allowing the silky garments to fall thereby exposing every inch of her body except for the apple hidden by the secret butterfly string. Karla Steelburg undid three buttons, glimpsed his hard chest and ripped his shirt apart. With an anxious impulse she touched him, and his body throbbed to the sensation. She shivered as he pulled her body closer to feel his warm cuddle and the big hard dick between his thighs. Lips touched passionately as fingers clinched between fingers, chills went down her spine into her tipped toes as blood rushed through his veins palpitating his heart and throbbing his john. She unbelted his pants, undid the button, and slid her hands into his underpants gripping tight his muscular knob as he caressed her neck down to the tip of her nipple with his warm and wet tongue.
John Steelburg continued to explore the temple gently and slowly he unlocked the secret which lead to the treasures hidden deep within the walls.
His fingers paid respect and due diligence to her breast and nipples and then made passage to her navel and without delay crossed the red butterfly string and entered into the Garden of Eden and felt the tenderness of the forbidden apple. To John’s surprise her fruit throbbed between his fingers and released a warm juice on his fingertips. Her legs trembled like the leaves of the tree and from her mouth came a seductive whisper.
“Yes, yes John….Touch me softly.”
He discarded his underpants, held her firm ass and slowly lifted her right thigh so the clit of her vagina could rest on his hard dick and watered its head with the juice that ran from within her.
Since the origin of time love had never found itself in between two walls so profound and so great. Everything was wrong, life itself was forbidden. That was what being right felt like. Their bodies synchronized and fell into each other. Stimulated by the touch, fingers and lips quivered as blood tantrum throughout their entire bodies, yearning desperately for the ecstasy.
Karla Steelburg clasped her hands around his head and on tipping she softly placed wet kisses to his neck.
He panted, gasped for air and held the back of her neck in a bid to control the stimulating and tickling sensation of her warm tongue and lips sucking on to his temple.
Karla’s lips caressed his chest and she bit and sucked his nipples without pardoning for the heating sensation.
She sucked each and every one of his abs as she gently rub the big hard throbbing dick. Without paying further communion, she went onto her knees and worshipped his john. Her lips exalted his dick and from her mouth came songs of praise.
John Steelburg held her chin and lifted her face, kissed her and bit the bottom lip as he set her to lie on the towel.
He took the first glass of the red wine that he had served and poured it on her upper body. Then took the second glass and poured it on her navel. Her libido climaxed as it streamed to her vagina and drained to her legs. John kissed the insteps of her feet then slowly devoured every drip of the wine from her legs to her thighs. Her entire body shivered. She moaned uncontrollably under an exotic ‘tempo’ voice. Her fingers clutched onto the sheet as if she was holding on to a rope hanging one hundred and fifty feet above the ground. Never in her life had she felt such a high, such a taboo, and it was John Steelburg, her cousin of all the persons in the world that was giving her the ride of her life.
He licked the last drop of the wine from her thighs. The tipsiness from the fermented sucrose along with the sexy libido of devouring every inch of Karla Steelburg’s body had arisen in him uncontrollable craves.
The world will end momentarily. Apocalypse struck. Stars descended from the heavens, and the earth broke open. Volcanoes erupted, spurring debris into the skies as the oceans invaded the land with tsunami waves.
“Awww…ohhh John.” She moaned as her universe fell apart, as John softly rubbed his lips against her flesh and gen
tly sucked the juice and wine from her succulent forbidden fruit.
Their hearts and body have yearned so long for what was to come from the very first time they kissed and said hello. Now the sufferance and wait was over. Their bodies screamed out for each other. His big dick was harder than life and her wet pussy throbbed between her wide opened legs. He held her head and she grasped his arms. They held each other’s stare as he slowly pushed his cock into her tight pussy.
“Oh John…hmm!” She moaned and quickly grabbed his head, bit his lips and then sunk her fingers in the skin of his back as his dick went deeper and deeper inside of her.
“Oh Karla…awww!” John moaned as his dick penetrated her warm, tight pussy that cushioned his dick to a perfect fit.
Her fingers sunk into his flesh as the ecstasy climaxed from the sucking of his lips on her stiff nipples to the stimulating sensation of his dick commanding her juicy wet pussy.
As the exotic romance pinnacled under the twilight, he swirled his tongue in her ear as she squeezed his hard body against hers. Their bodies erupted spontaneously from the intense sensation of synchronized libidos.
“Yes Karla!” He moaned.
“Yes cousin” Karla moaned.
He exploded inside of her as cum flowed from her vagina. The orgasm scintillated the fireworks and tranquil the ecstasy as they laid against their backs to reconcile their heart rates and serenade in the music of the love they just made.
Chapter 8
Yesterday was a wonderful day and so was today. All of a sudden John Steelburg wasn’t bothered by the heat from the sun or the dry air that suffocated the atmosphere. The reminiscence of the taboo had preoccupied his every thought, thereby rendering his actual reality to a mere surreal.
John’s mother had asked him the morning to make neat the house and do a run to the market for the week’s grocery, as she was feeling a bit ill. However, for a guy who was untidy by nature he did a marvelous job. He dusted the furniture until she saw his smile or Karla’s smile in the wooden reflection. John cleaned the entire house like he was a hired maid, and as much as he despised doing laundry; he washed everyone’s sheets and clothes without a fit of remorse.