A Love Lost is a Lesson Learned

Family Matters

Genesis’ POV:

 

            “I refuse to have here in my wedding!” Jasmine shouted.

            “That’s not fair, you’ve promised her this since y’all were little kids,” Genesis argued.

            “I don’t give a damn, how am I supposed to know if she’s going to be one of the strippers at your bachelor party,” she retaliated.

            “Jasmine I’m sure she learned from the last time she did that,” I tried reasoning with her.

            “Dammit, I thought, you said I could have whatever you wanted!” Jasmine shouted. This whole argument started about twenty minutes ago when Jasmine got a call from her mother asking about the wedding plans. Jasmine was going along talking about how happy she was with the wedding plans and having the colors and everything until her mother told her that Jasmine’s sister wanted to talk to her and was upset about wanting to be the bridesmaid. The conversation started off strained and then it escalated to an argument and Jasmine nearly throwing her phone out of the window. Her point was that her sister had a history of not doing right and she wasn’t going to allow her to take away the happiest moment of her life, so she made Sasha the maid of honor and her sister second.

            “Jasmine it wouldn’t be fair if she couldn’t be the maid of honor, like you not letting your father come to the wedding,” I added on.

            “What!” Jasmine replied coming in from the bathroom to come look at me like I was crazy. “Do you not remember what he said to me?”

            “I know Jasmine but it’s been so long, don’t you think you should forgive him, does he even know he has grandsons?” I asked.

            “Yeah, extended family has made him very aware of the things going on in my life,” she said going back into the bathroom getting ready for bed.

            “All I’m saying is you should think about it,” I said sitting down on the bed smiling at her upset attitude.

            “And all I’m saying is,” Jasmines said waking into the room, “that we have more important things to concern ourselves with.” She was standing in front of me in a green nightgown that went just over her succulent ass.

            “What would that be?” I asked her she grabbed both of my hands kissing them before placing them on her breasts and squeezing them using my palms. When I was out of my shock I squeezed her myself and got a moan from her.

            “What I’m wearing on the honeymoon when you take me for the first time as a married couple,” Jasmine moaned holding onto my hands tighter as I massaged her tits.

            “I’d prefer you wear nothing this way, I don’t rip anything off of you, like I’m about to rip this thing off of you,” I said moving my hands aggressively down her body holding onto her ass.

            “Please do,” she sighed wrapping her arms around my neck holding herself closer to me.

            “Your resolve seems to be weakening,” I said kissing on her neck.

            “You have no idea,” she groaned biting on my nipple, essentially the high point she was to my body.

            “Shit! What the hell,” I said feeling strange from that.