From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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My Neighbor's Incest Part XVII

bistander

Sweet Sixteen

"Dad, this is important, and I'm nervous, so promise not to say something to embarrass me." My father nodded his agreement, but his face seemed to say he had something to add. "Thank you."

"Jasmine's friend is meeting you, and she drives?"

"Yes, Dad, Stacy is meeting us after the movie and bringing us home after, but we're gonna have a bite and hang out, so, I'll be late, don't wait up." I gave him a few seconds to respond about late before continuing, "Please explain to Mom how this is for me? I'm taking a sixteen-year-old girl out, I can't even drive, so it's crazy, and I really like her. Mom shouldn’t worry." I saw the writing on my dad's face and hunkered down for, "The talk."

"Joe, I know you don't need me to say this because you know it, but as your father, it's my job."

I loved my father's reverse psychology. He tells me he thinks I know what he's going to say, then he tells me something he really thinks I don't know. I always try to act like I'm hearing it for the first time when he does that.

"Age might seem like a big deal, whether being two years younger than Jasmine, or two years older than Susan, but in time, it doesn't mean anything. If I had worried about age, I would have never dated your mother. She was only thirteen when she first liked me, and I was almost seventeen. If you ask her, she'll say I liked her first, but don't believe her. Now, four years isn't anything."

I gave my best, I can't believe it, expression. "Talk about robbing the cradle."

"Don't get the wrong idea, we had to wait a long time before we could officially date. My point is, love is what's important. If it's love, you'll be able to wait and it will still be there. I love your mother more now than I ever have. We're not more in love, but we have a stronger love. Being in love doesn't take you through all the hard times, love does. So, make sure you follow your heart, not your head."

Has he been talking to Cindy, I wondered? My father totally had my attention.

"I know you have been back and forth with these two girls. One too young and one too old. Don't rush it. Take your time and follow your heart. Time sorts things out."

My father seemed proud of his ability to hold my attention. "Thanks, Dad, I'll do that, but promise nothing so deep on the way to the movies tomorrow." I didn't think he even noticed my interest in girls, let alone my current dilemma. One day I'm going to have to ask him when he finally banged mom.

The phone jarred me from my thoughts. "Hello."

Silence was followed by a quivering voice. "Joe?"

"It's me." I was sure it was an upset girl, but Susan and Jasmine sounded the same when they were crying. I waited silently.

"Joe, can I see you for a few minutes?" Knowing Susan was grounded helped me identify my sniffling mystery girl.

"Sure, what is it? Are you alright?" Damn it. Obviously, she wasn't and she didn't need fifty questions. "I'm sorry. You want me to come over?"

"No, you can't violate Susan's restriction by coming here, and I don't want your parents to see me like this. Meet me behind your house, in our special spot."

Note to self, behind the house is a special place in our relationship. "Okay, see you in a minute."

I stepped into the dark, chilly air. It seemed extra cool for December 11th. I shook off a shiver and hurried around the house. To my surprise, a bleary-eyed Jasmine was already there. "Wow, did you run?"

Jasmine's arms roped around my neck. Her body quivered against mine as I returned the hug. The tightness of our embrace created a warmth that replaced anything the December night had to offer. I let my right arm circle her hourglass waist, while the other gently rubbed her between her shoulders. I waited patiently to hear what was ripping at my sweet sixteen girlfriend's heart.

"Joe, I'm sorry, I just spoke to asshole. He didn't even remember tomorrow was my birthday."

I felt my tough biker dude emerge as Jasmine spoke to my shoulder, but I held my tongue and kissed her brows and the tip of her nose. "You're beautiful." My unplanned words turned the corner of Jasmine's lips up slightly. "I'm sorry he's—Hey, you want your present now?"

"That's so sweet, but no, I'll wait until tomorrow. It’s my own fault. I should have never expected anything from him. You're my knight in shining armor." Jasmine's words were followed by a wonderful lip lock. By the time she stopped kissing me the temperature had risen ten degrees.

"I'm excited about tomorrow. This will be the first date I have been on where the guy wasn't just trying to get in my pants." Jasmine's smile said everything.

"Believe me, it's not just your pants I wanna get in." I dodged Jasmine's fist but not her foot.

"Smartass."

"Are you really okay with my dad dropping us off at the movies? It makes me feel like a turd, and if you—"

"Turd my ass." Jasmine giggled at her pun and continued, "Don't worry about it. I don't care about how old you are. You treat me better than any guy, including that guy I call my father." She paused as if contemplating her words. "Keep loving me and I'll be happy. Even when I'm crying on your shoulder. Which seems to happen a lot."

I grabbed Jasmine's wonderfully rounded ass and pulled her against me. Our lips pressed together and my heart grew more sure of my deep love for this troubled girl. She was changing before my eyes. I hoped my love could put all the broken pieces of her heart back together.

I stared at Jasmine's face in the moonlight, trying to memorize every freckle, beauty mark, curve, and groove. Her dimples grew as two tears overflowed from her mending heart. I wanted the expression on her face, and the look in her eyes to be burned into my memory. This would always and forever be the night before Jasmine's sixteenth birthday when we met in our special spot behind the house.

"You're so pretty I almost can't look at you." I wanted to make love to her, but I couldn't settle for another quickie without a nice place to lay her down. "I love you."

Jasmine didn't say the words, but I felt it in the tender kiss she gave me.

"Tomorrow will be your best birthday ever," I said. "Good night my princess."

The next morning, I stuffed a folded-up piece of paper through the slat into Jasmine's locker. It said, "Happy Birthday. I got something special for you. Meet me at lunch."

When Jasmine came out of the back door of the cafeteria, I held my hands behind my back and gave her a kiss. "I got you something special." I held out a bowl of what we called, Friday's surprise. We were sure the old ladies with their warts and net heads mixed everything leftover from the week in one pot and served it on Friday.

"Why thank you, my lord. Shall we let the peasants eat cake?" Jasmine's pain from the night before was gone, or at least well hidden. She's good at hiding her emotions.

I was so excited about my gift for her that I had carried it with me, in case I couldn't wait until our date to give it to her. Although, even my excitement didn't blind me to the matching bracelet for Susan. I was sure I loved Susan, too, but my dad's whole love and in love conversation had been chewing on me like a rabid dog.

Even after days of not seeing or talking to Susan, I still loved her the same. I had hoped the time with Jasmine would have made it clear to me, but it had only helped me love her, as I loved Susan. I wanted Jasmine to have her special birthday present as much as I wanted Susan to have her special Christmas present. Maybe, I should have gotten them two different bracelets? My brain and my heart had been going back and forth all week. I even had a dream that I had given Jasmine the bracelet with Susan engraved on it. Now, I wasn't sure when to tell Jasmine about Susan's matching gift.

Jasmine sat on the grass, crossed her legs, and placed her hands on her knees. With her eyes closed, she took a deep breath and tilted her head back. Sunlight reflected off her dangling earrings. A gold loop, a gold heart, and three strands of glittering silver hung from each of her perfect earlobes. I couldn't wait; I placed the wrapped box on her hand. Jasmine's eyes opened. She looked at the box, and a huge smile spread across her face. "Happy Birthday. I can't wait any longer. Open it."

I wondered if this was how my parents felt on Christmas morning when I was staring at a pile of presents? "You really got me something. I didn't expect anything, really."

"Of course I did, now open it, please, just open it."

As the lid on the box folded back, I realized Jasmine was far more beautiful than I had ever known. I'd seen her smile thousands of times, even laugh, but until now I had never seen Jasmine's genuine joy. Her face was glowing. She looked up, looked down, and looked up again. Tears pooled on the rims of her eyes. When she looked down again, two large drops of happiness hit her legs. Whatever I felt could only be described as the most powerful thing that had ever happened to me. If I hugged Jasmine, I was sure she'd need to be rushed to the hospital with a crushed rib cage.

Jasmine scrambled to her feet and pranced, and kicked the tree. "Oh shit, my god, it's beautiful. It matches my earrings. Fuck, how did you know? Who helped you pick it out? I can't believe it. Oh, put it on me, please, you have to put it on me."

Had I just dragged Jasmine from a burning building, or bought her a bracelet? I took the box from her outstretched hand, and Jasmine hurled herself at me. Hanging from my neck, she kissed all around my face. "I love you, Joe, I really do love you."

I knew how hard those words had been for her to say, so I did my best not to run straight up the tree and scream, She loves me. "Hold out your arm."

The clasp clicked shut, and sunlight reflected off the soft curves of the small hearts as they circled Jasmine’s wrist. The large heart twirled as it hung under her arm. Jasmine held her arm up in the air and watched the heart turn. "I'll always have your heart with me." Jasmine sighed. "I hope I never break it."

I hoped not, too, but I didn’t say anything. Jasmine looked into my eyes and kissed me tenderly. This wasn’t the time to mention Susan’s matching bracelet.

"How do you do it? How do you keep amazing me?” Jasmine whirled around like a ballerina. “I can't wait to show Stacy.”

I stood there with my hands in my pockets, and my mouth shut. This was the perfect moment, a best memory ever type thing, I wasn’t going to chance babbling like an idiot.

"I got something for you, too,” Jasmine said. “You can't open this until later, but I'll give it to you now. Don't show anybody, it's personal. You know how hard it is for me to express my feelings. This is the best way I know how to say, you know. You'll see. I have to go." Jasmine handed me an envelope, smiled nervously, and walked away.

"Wait, I'm worried about Susan. Do you think..." I finished my mood-changing question by pointing to Jasmine's wrist.

"Don't worry, I'll try not to let my joy be offensive to her. See you later." Jasmine turned and walked toward building A.

I needed to lean on the tree while I watched Jasmine’s blond hair bounce with each step. Her womanly hips set the rhythm for the rest of her body. Each time her arm swung back, her hearts flickered in the sun. "I'll always have your heart with me." I glanced at the envelope and headed in the other direction.

The envelope on my desk wouldn’t shut up. Open me, open me, it screamed while I stared at it. My heart was full of Jasmine's love and the joy of making her happy. I could picture the way her lips moved when she said I love you. That was the best thank you she could have given me, and the greatest gift. I scanned the room to see if anyone was minding my business. Was it a love letter? Why did it make me so nervous?

Inside the envelope, a hand-drawn heart was on the front of an otherwise blank card. Flames surrounded it. I checked around me again as my fingers opened the card. Was my face as red as it was hot? I slammed the card shut and looked around one last time. After building a wall with my books, I flipped the card open all at once.

The picture taped inside was of Jasmine on her hands and knees, wearing the red lace bra and panties from our special night over Thanksgiving weekend. She was looking back over her shoulder, throwing a kiss. "Joe, I'll never wear these for anyone except you. Thank you."

I shifted in my chair, unable to stop looking, yet terrified to have the picture on my desk. I traced the words thank you with my finger.

Later that afternoon, I peeked at the picture one last time before hiding it in my room. I could imagine who had taken the picture, but where or how had Jasmine gotten it developed? How much must she love me to trust me with that picture?

That night, my father impressed me when he drove us to the movies. He made conversation, but without embarrassing me. I smiled proudly at him and closed the door. His expression seemed to acknowledge how stunning the girl behind me was.

I turned and noticed again how uncharacteristic Jasmine's long skirt was. She wore skorts for school, short skirts, jeans, and shorts, but never anything like her last two new outfits. This one, a long flowing hippie skirt that hung past her knees. Her matching top floated over her waist and clung tightly under her chest. The neckline circled down to the top edge of her cleavage. A light splattering of freckles on her chest caught my eye in the artificially bright lighting. Her eyes twinkled with happiness. It's our first date.

The bases were loaded, the game on the line, and I was at-bat. A real date with a beautiful, older girl. Everything we had done in the privacy of our homes amounted to nothing as I prepared to buy movie tickets. I reached for Jasmine's hand and exhaled a sigh of relief when she eagerly took it and intertwined her fingers with mine. We walked hand in hand to the ticket window. The bracelet was proudly displayed at the end of her arm.

Stacy smiled from the other side of the glass and pushed two tickets through the slot. "Happy Birthday. I'll come and find you when I get off . . . I promise.” Stacy grinned. “It should be before your movie is over."

I was thrilled that Stacy's present to Jasmine was the admission, especially after spending all my savings on Jasmine, Susan, and Cindy. "Wow, it's good to have a girlfriend in the right place." I winked at Jasmine.

After the movie started, I did the fake stretch act and wrapped my arm around Jasmine's shoulder. She said, "Oh no, my mother warned me about boys like you. She also told me to make sure I don't hold the popcorn between my legs."

I groped at Jasmine's crotch before getting a handful of popcorn. "Oops, I missed." We laughed and turned to the movie.

Jasmine's hand found its way to my leg. Little by little, she innocently moved it around until it was at the top of my thigh. A flicker of light from her bracelet made me swell with pride. Her palm left a warm spot on my leg. Nonchalantly, my hand drifted from her shoulder, and accidentally felt her tit. I pretended it was my first time trying to get on second base. Jasmine’s hand happened to be where my stiffening dick would end up. It wouldn’t be as much fun as sticking it up through the popcorn container for her to find, but I looked forward to when she felt it stretching out. There were people at the end of the row, but I didn’t think they could see Jasmine's hand.

I imagined sneaking a peek at the red panties I expected were hiding underneath her skirt. Maybe no panties? I lowered my hand to her lap, wondering what we could get away with in a movie theater?

Then I reminded myself this was a special birthday, and it had to be special. I told Jasmine next time I'd take her to my castle, not treat her like a cheap thrill in a theater. Maybe we’d do that on our second date?

Before I could move my hand away from Jasmine's lap, Stacy's head suddenly appeared between us. We both jumped, but Jasmine screeched. "Wow, look at the love birds ready to get it on in the theater,” Stacy said. “I knew if I snuck up I'd catch you."

Stacy's arms looped around our necks and pulled our faces against hers. She kissed both of our cheeks and released us. "How's the movie?"

I didn't even know what the movie was about. "It sucks. Let's get out of here." I looked to see Jasmine’s reaction, and she kissed me at the same time Stacy kissed her.

"Okay, let's go eat something," Jasmine said.

There hadn't been any indication that Jasmine prearranged anything, but I was suspicious. We got up and left with Stacy. I imagined anyone trying to watch the movie was happy to see us go.

While we rode in Stacy's car toward Hoyer's Ice cream joint, I thought about the day I watched Jasmine and Stacy in her backyard. That day, I would have given anything to be in a threesome with them. My mind wandered even further back to the wicked, nasty sex in the backyard with Jasmine, while Susan watched, and helped. All the wild things I could have been doing all this time, and now all I wanted was one true love. I slipped my hand around to Jasmine's shoulder. I gave it a squeeze that I hoped conveyed my desire to be alone with her. What has happened to me?

Jasmine's order had specified no cherry. The words had tugged at my heartstrings. Now, I quietly watched her lips as they slid over a spoonful of ice cream. Jasmine and Stacy chatted away about all kinds of different girl things while I wished I had my own car and a place to take my girlfriend.

When we finished eating, me and Jasmine carried the trash over to the can. She asked, "You okay? You’ve been really quiet."

"Me? Sure, yes, I'm fine. Are you okay with everything? Is your-our date going the way you hoped?" I knew it hadn't been for me.

“I gotta tell you something,” Jasmine said. "Since our bike ride, I have been praying for Aunt Flow to arrive, and earlier, when she did, well I can’t tell you how excited I was. Now, not so much. You understand what I’m saying?"

If I had been aware before now that Jasmine was worried, I might not have stood there with a blank expression on my face. "Joe, I got it, I'm not pregnant."

"Shit, I see what you’re saying, I understand." The full implication of what Jasmine was saying went over my head because “I’m not pregnant,” had punched me in the face. My excitement grew along with my disappointment. Aunt Flow meant all my romantic dreams had been in vain, but that wasn’t what upset me. “Jasmine, why didn’t you tell me? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. You worried about this without—”

“Shhh. Joe, relax.” Jasmine held my arms. “There was no reason for both of us to worry. I wasn’t that late, so I figured I was being paranoid, but—”

“But nothing. I can’t be there for you if you don’t tell me. No matter what, anything, right?”

Jasmine agreed, but I knew she’d still keep stuff from me.

Stacy stopped her car between Jasmine's and my driveway. "It’s easy dropping you two off. She smiled at Jasmine like she approved of me.

"Thanks for driving, and I'm sorry it didn't work out with Matt,” Jasmine said. “Don't worry, there are more where he came from." Jasmine elbowed me, waved goodbye, and closed the car door.

"Thank you, Joe, thank you. I had a great time, even if I didn't feel great. You’re my prince."

I didn't know what I had been expecting, but after all the anticipation leading up to the date, I guess I was disappointed. "Can you come to my castle? You can call your mom and tell her you'll be home in a little while. I'm just not ready for it to be over. We can talk or look at each other." I started to feel stupid as usual when I let my emotions speak for me.

"Okay, that sounds good." Jasmine's face perked up like maybe she had been hoping for more alone time, too.

I didn't need to barge into my parent's bedroom, but figured I better so they wouldn't come check on me. "I'm home, everything was good. Just wanted you to sleep without worry that someone stole me and was holding me for ransom."

In my room, I sat next to Jasmine on the bed with my arm around her. "How are you? How is your mom? How—"

Jasmine pressed her finger to my lips. "Let's not talk about any of that. I still can't believe what a wonderful birthday you made this for me. I'm sorry I couldn't make it better for you."

"Are you kidding? You have given me my heart's desire." I couldn't have felt better about how everything had gone, especially in light of what I didn't even realize was a concern.

Jasmine pressed her face into my pillow and took a deep breath. She seemed at peace, despite any discomfort she might have been experiencing. She pulled her knees up and got into a fetal position. I laid next to her with my body contoured to hers, put my arm over her, and tugged her against me. I wanted to whisper how much I loved her in her nearby ear, but I didn't want to put any pressure on her to have to respond.

When the door to my room burst open, I hadn't even heard the phone ring. My dad looked at the two of us, still laying side by side, my arm still hugging my sleeping beauty. "Young lady, your mother is fit to be tied. You better get home, now."

In the morning, I apologized several times, again. "I know, I'm sorry, I never expected to fall asleep. I know I'm not supposed to have girls in my room, but we were in our clothes. She was just going to stay for a minute, and I told her to call her mother. I'm sorry she woke you up."

"There’s no excuse,” my mother said. “You need to figure out which one of those girls is your girlfriend. I'm tired of playing dumb when I talk to Chris.”

I did not like my mother being on a first-name basis with Mrs. Davis. “It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure,” my father said. “While you're at your aunt and uncles, you should give it a lot of thought.”

“My aunt, what? Are you saying?”

“Yes, we decided to let you ride the bus,” my mother said. “That should give you plenty of time to uncomplicate things.”