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Ah, Family {<Tyr and Crimson>}

Jasmine didn't even spare a look at David as she followed her uncle into the church. Not even sparing a glance at anyone they passed, Jasmine stopped before the coffin and flowers. Bowing her head and speaking silently Jasmine reached into her shirt to pull out a tiny pentagram necklace. Kissing the circle and star she removed the necklace carefully and laid it on the coffin, along with a small bit of folded paper from her pocket.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Connor's head rising, and she did the same. Tucking hands back into her pockets, Jasmine brushed a small tear from her cheek before turning and walking to the back of the church. Instead of sitting in one of the pews, the mall girl leaned against the wall near the back, face completely emotionless as she watched people slowly file in. Every one of them paused to look at her and Connor, but she didn't acknowledge their presence. Her eyes stayed on the coffin at the front.
 
The various people who new his mother, or thought they should be here, were making their way into the church. Bull moves to the back of the church to make his escape, nodding once or twice to different people as he passes. Some he knew, and others her had no clue who they were, then again he really hadn’t been home in years. Finally making his way to the back of the church, he saw the girl leaning against the wall.

Let’s go.

Looking around, his sister wasn’t here yet, and as usual she was fashionably late. His sister took pride in making everyone wait for her, which was another reason to despise the bitch. Bull felt an anger filling him, in that of all people to die, it really wasn’t fair it was his mother. She was one of the few that really should be allowed to live forever. It just wasn’t fucking fair.

Stepping out of the church, he sees the column of cars from the house making its way into the parking lot. Bull ignores them and just makes his way to the bike, again tossing the helmet at the kid, as he starts it.

So where to?
 
Jasmine hesitated a second before following Connor out of the church. She knew she should really wait for her mother and stay for the funeral, but that was the last thing she wanted to do. Instead, the girl turned and followed his broad shoulders out into the sunlight. It only took a moment for them to reach the bike, and she caught the helmet easily. There really wasn't anywhere she needed, or really wanted, to go to, so Jasmine just shrugged at his question.

"There's nowhere I have to be, so I don't really care," she finally answered, pulling her hair back as she straddled the bike. Scooting forward so she was only a few inches from her uncle's back Jasmine turned slightly as she heard a familiar voice yelling her name. Janice was headed straight for them.

"Get me out of here," Jasmine said quickly, knowing full well she'd pay for leaving later, but at the moment she didn't care. She just wanted to get as far away from her mother as quickly as possible.
 
Bull could barely hear his sister’ voice over the noise of the bike’s engine, so he plainly ignored it as he’d done for years. Really it just made life simpler than having to talk, debate or argue with her, and now that he was older, he really couldn’t beat on her as much as the thought pleased him.

Once the girl was on, he puts the bike in gear, and heads off. He can just see Janice step out from the side of the van, and waving at him. She was probably trying to get his attention, which didn’t matter to him in the least, as he barely slowed to turn onto the street. His first thought was to head home, but that held little interest, so he decides to go for a ride. Knowing most of the back roads, he plans to head for the hill to put the church, funeral and most of all, his sister behind him. He’d always found riding as a way to put his mind at ease and let him relax.

Just before heading out of town, he stops at a quickie mart and pulls in.

I’d thought we’d ride and just get away. Do you want something?

He was going to head inside and pick up some beer.
 
Jasmine let out a silent sigh of relief when the left her mother behind. Holding tightly to Connor and simply enjoying the ride, she was curious to see why he'd stopped. Shrugging slightly she followed him inside.

"I never know until I get inside," she admitted, hands immediately slipping back into her pocket. Once inside she headed straight for the counter, admiring the various lighters set out on display. Without even really thinking about it Jasmine picked up one silver Zippo with a skull on the front. Checking to make sure it actually worked, she dropped it on the counter and went in search of something to drink.

A minute later she was back outside by the bike, easily downing the energy shot she'd bought. It was rare for her to drink them, but she could already feel sleep creeping up on her, and she knew by the time she got home her mother would have worked herself up to at least an hour lecture.
 
Bull picked up a 12 back of beer, figuring some alcohol never hurt when you’re trying to drown your sorrows. He also picked a large bag of Tostitos chips and pack of cigarette, paying for everything once he reached the counter. Within a few minutes they were standing in the packing lot, as he tossed everything in the side bags. The blanket rolls still attached to his bike, he hops back on.

Come on let’s get out of here.

Once the girl is back on the bike, he heads for the hills and nice a ride. He knew a few good spots were you could hang and drink, and people wouldn’t bother you. Places where he used to go with his buds and the girlfriends. The wind felt good, as did the curves of the road as they zoomed by. Once or twice they sped past a slower vehicle as they made their way into the hills. Soon enough they turned off the main road and went further back in. Even though he’d been gone a few years, it was nice to see that some things didn’t change.

The road became gravel, and the tree cover more dense, as they went further in. This was government land, and so few if anyone came out here except during hunting season. It was beautiful, tranquil and most of all private. Finally a small clearing bordered by several large trees came into view. Bull brought the bike to a stop, and pulled it under one of the tree.
 
Jasmine once again settled against the back of her uncle's body, arms wrapped tight around his torso as they rode. Letting her mind wander she relaxed completely, giving herself over to the sensation of flying as they passed slower vehicles. It took a minute for her to recognize where they were as he pulled onto a gravel road, but she couldn't quite figure out why he was taking them onto government land. Sure, it was peaceful and quiet, but if they were to get caught they'd be in quite a bit of trouble.

Letting those thoughts slip from her mind Jasmine simply waited for him to park beneath a tree before she slid off the bike. Once again removing the helmet and brushing out her hair, the small teen pulled her out her pack and lit a cigarette, enjoying the faint burn at the back of her throat as the smoke filled her lungs.

"It's been a long time since I've been out here," she said, half to herself, looking about. Looking down at her skirt she wrinkled her nose, wishing she'd chosen a different outfit. She suddenly had the urge to climb one of the trees and she knew if she did it in the skirt she'd flash Connor, and that was something she didn't want. Instead she found a shady spot beneath a tree and sat down, stretching out on her back after a moment and staring up through the branches.
 
Making sure the bike is parked on solid ground so it won’t tip, Bull digs into the saddle bags and pulls out a beer and the bag of chips. Stepping over to the tree the girl had deposited herself under, he hands over the bag of chips, before he cracks open the beer. The beer spills over the edge of the can, having been jostled by the less than smooth ride up the bumpy road. Bull quickly applies his mouth to save some of the escaping contents cascading down the side of the can and over his hand.

Damn forgot that.

The cold liquid feels good, as alcohol was one more thing denied him while in prison. Now he was away from his stupid sister and funeral, now he really only had few lingering problems to solve. Looking over at his sister’s daughter, he tried to push those thoughts a little deeper.

I brought some chips if you want some.

Watching the kid light up and start smoking, he imagined that this girl was just a bit rebellious, something he could appreciate, given his misguided youth.

Since, you're smoking, just blew off your mother, and are in deep shit, I did bring extra beer if you’re interested.

Bull smiles, as his hand slips into his jacket and pulls out a joint.

Mind if I use that lighter of yours?
 
Opening the bag in her hands Jasmine popped a chip into her mouth, chuckling softly as she watched him open his beer. Tempted to ask for one, she resisted the urge, smiling slightly as she chewed. Licking salt from her fingers the teen sat up, crossing her legs carelessly as he asked to borrow her lighter. Eyes fixing on the joint she smirked, looking him right in the eye.

"Only if you're sharing," she said simply, depositing another chip into her small mouth. "I don't let anyone borrow my lighter if they don't plan on sharing." Slipping off her jacket and balling it into a pillow Jasmine laid back down, yawning slightly as she extracted the silver Zippo she'd just bought. Spinning it around her fingers for a moment she offered the silver cased lighter to Connor, shielding her eyes with one small hand.

"Don't lose it, I just got it."

It was never a wise idea for Jasmine to do something that her mother didn't approve of. Janice had a way of making her pay for everything tenfold, but for the day Jasmine really didn't care. Her only problem would be keeping herself in check if her uncle did decide to share the joint with her.

A few months before, Jasmine had convinced David to go out with her and a few friends and they'd gotten high together for the first time. Unlike some of her friends, Jasmine didn't mellow out all that much. Instead, she got extremely affectionate and hornier than usual, something that David had enjoyed for the time before sobering up. Now Jasmine wanted to smoke worse than she ever had before, and she didn't have David to spend the energy on. It surprised her a bit that she didn't mind he wasn't there, but Jasmine was glad to be rid of him for a while.
 
Bull really didn’t care if the kid wanted a smoke on his joint, shit at that age he’d been doing far worse. So her hint at sharing really wasn’t for him a moral quandary, well most things weren’t a moral conflict for him. So as the girl eats away on the chips, he chugs the rest of his beer, and crushes the can before putting in his saddlebags. Taking her lighter, he ignites the joint; taking in a nice long draw, letting the hot smoke fills his lungs. It was so nice to be free and be able to do the things that made life worth doing. Holding the smoke, he finally lets out a long stream of smoke as he exhales.

Fairs fair.

He says as he hands over the joint and lighter to the girl, figuring that’s what she wants. Not even giving it a second thought, he steps back over to the bike and pulls over two beers. While she enjoys a toke on the joint he carefully and slowly pops the top of his second beer. Taking another quick drink of the cold liquid. Except for the girl not being his girlfriend, this was exactly how Bull liked to spend an afternoon.

As soon as she was ready, he trades the unopened beer for the joint. If Janice knew what they were up to she’d probably pee her pants. He might have mentioned the beer was pressurized, but he didn’t. Bull was still trying to figure his niece out, and how he should treat her, all the while other less wholesome thoughts were coming to mind.
 
Jasmine took the offered joint without a second thought. A moment later hot smoke filled her lungs and she lay back, staring up at the sky as she felt the first rush of calm slowly seep through her limbs. Though she'd smoked for years, she still had amazing lungs and refused to let go the smoke until her body began to fight for oxygen. Letting out a slow, long sigh she smiled, eyes closing for a moment before she looked up to see Connor offering the beer. Trading him quickly and carefully opening the can, she sat up just enough to chug about half of the contents before lying back down.

It was rare for Jasmine to drink, even rarer for her to smoke anything besides cigarettes, but on that day, it was perfect. She needed an escape, something that couldn't be found with David or any of her other friends. It was a beautiful day that had started badly, and she'd make the best of the time away from the family if it killed her.

Closing her eyes again and watching the lights dance behind her lids, the small girl smiled, opening her eyes a moment later to scan the trees. Finally giving up, she stood and walked to the tree she'd laid beneath, hiking up her skirt another few inches. Kicking off her shoes Jasmine gave a small leap, grabbing hold of a low hanging branch before pulling herself up into the limbs of the tree.

Crawling to the end of a thicker branch, she seated herself before dropping down. Legs wrapped securely around the limb she hung suspended easily, watching the world from upside down even as she folded her skirt a bit to keep it from revealing more than a few extra inches of thigh.

"Juvenile, I know, but I had to do it," she giggled softly.
 
While drinking his second beer, Bull watches the girl as she takes a deep draw on the joint. He was pretty sure that this kid had a realistic idea how the world worked, and wasn’t some naïve little bitch. The extra beer can gone, and the joint back, Bull takes a nice long second hit as he watches her bounce off to climb a tree. The calming feeling sweeps through his body as the girl bounds over to a tree and begins to climb. Bull was a little surprised by her youth and enthusiasm as she quickly gets perched on one of the long branches hanging near the clearing.

As her skirt falls down, his view definitely improves, such that more very inappropriate thoughts continue. What the little bitch trying to tease him, shit he’d like to get between those legs. If she wanted to hang like some juvenile monkey and fucking makes his life miserable, she’d better be careful. Still not letting any cocktease get the best of him, he just steps up to her and smiles.

Do anything you want, I’m never going to tell your mother shit.

He standing but a few inches away, and he hands her the joint while she’s still hanging upside down. Plus being this close gave him a far better view of her recently revealed thigh, for which he had a most excellent view. If this weren’t Janet’s kid, Bull would have far different plans for this young thing, then he thought why the fuck should be care, the girl was old enough to make her own decisions, and if he were anyplace else he’d be looking for a way to get into her pants. Then he realized that’s exactly what he’d been doing, even if it was unconscious, it now was very conscious.
 
Jasmine watched her uncle move closer as she pulled her skirt up a few inches. Still holding onto the branch with her legs, she realized that she was nearly as tall as him. The tree limb sheâ??d jumped up on first was too short, so sheâ??d crawled up further until she could nearly look Connor in the eye. Mentally shrugging at the realization as her hand went out, Jasmine took the offered joint again. Another deep toke drew more smoke into her lungs and she closed her eyes, swinging slightly on the branch as her lungs filled with more and more of the intoxicating drug.

Body beginning to tingle slightly a strangely familiar calmness rolled through her body, quickly followed by a sharp stab of lust deep in her belly. Ignoring the second sensation and holding her lungs closed for another moment, the girlâ??s eyes didnâ??t even open as she let a tiny bit of smoke escape before taking another small drag and offering up the joint again.

Body relaxed and mind slightly hazy Jasmine continued to swing, ignoring everything around her, focusing on the calming warmth seeping through her limbs. Thanks to the blood rushing to her head a wave of vertigo almost made her lose her grip, but instead of letting go the branch, Jasmine opened her eyes and swing herself back up, climbing so that she could sit astride the branch, back to the thick trunk of the tree. Humming idly and playing with the leaves above her head, the young woman just smiled slightly, watching the line of ants working its way up to the higher branches of the tree.
 
Jasmine my have been childlike in her play, but the curves of her body, and their motions were anything but. Where the girl gazed off into nothingness or played with insects Bull’s attention was being drawn more and more to her very feminine body. He finished the second beer trying not to think about the nubile girl swinging from the tree but a few feet away. He crushes the second can, decides fuck it and gets a third. Maybe if he got plastered, he’d stop having thoughts that would only put him put back in jail, a little more of this girl's playing and he wouldn’t care.

He takes another draw on the joint, and hands it back, even the weed wasn’t dulling or clouding the thoughts he was having.

Do you want a beer?

He grabs a third, and cracks it as they hangout at the tree. Luckily his large frame meant that three beers really would have no effect except, he’d have to take large leak later.

What kind of tattoos do you like?

The conversation meant to be idle as Bull tries to find a reason not to make a move on her. The more time he spent talking to her, the harder he was finding it to resist her feminine charms. He so needed a regular bitch to fuck. Maybe he’d see if one of his ex girlfriends was still in town, and bang one of them.
 
"Nope," Jasmine purred, still watching the busy little insects as she took another lungful of smoke. Swaying slightly on her perch Jasmine finally dropped from the tree, wandering about the large trunk as she kicked off her shoes. Thinking about his question and pausing to retrieve her half empty can of beer, the small teen chugged the contents. Still humming to herself before she answered, Jasmine tilted her head back, staring up at the bright sky.

"The darker the better," she finally answered, purring softly as she did a little spin, setting her foot down carefully before the other as she pulled a cigarette from her pocket. Lighting it quickly and spinning the silver Zippo 'round her fingers, the small teen watched the silver sparkle of the case running between her fingers. "Demons, swords, death scenes, vampires, shape shifters, everything and anything that would scare a normal person."

Voice slightly breathy, Jasmine finally let herself drop to the soft grass again, closing her eyes as the calm began to give way to a familiar burning low in her body. Laying back and keeping her eyes closed she smiled faintly, shifting just a tiny bit so that her upper thighs rubbed together. "Everything that no lady should ever have I want, and a few that are more feminine."
 
The joint having reached its end, and the girl having an obvious buzz, Bull takes a little longer to enjoy the third can of beer as the girl dances about the tree, like some nymph. Bull just watches, doesn’t say much as she continues to prance about, though his interest is peaked when she describes the various tattoo and motifs she likes.

I love body art, and sure have enough of it between the various piercing and tattoos. Shit I got my first when I was fifteen, and have been adding ever since. I’ve got enough to scare any girl’s mother, even yours. Just on my body I think I have at least half the shit you mentioned, and several others besides that you didn’t.

He chuckles at the thought of sis seeing him naked and realizing the sheer number of tattoos that covered his body, would be enough to throw her out of just about ever prim and proper organization she belonged to if she even had a small amount of the ones he did.

Tattoos look good on girls, sort lets you know they ain’t afraid, that they’re a little more comfortable about their bodies, and don’t mind letting people know their different. Fuck the right tattoo in the right spot is a total turn on.

Bull was comfortable talking about tattoos as he felt reasonably knowledgeable about the subject matter. And he knew he was right, most of the best fucks had tattoos, the wild crazy bitches.
 
Giggling softly Jasmine smiled, humming softly as she tapped out a beat in her head with her fingertips. "Like the mysterious dragon," she asked, looking at him with another laugh before turning her attention to the skies. High above, she spotted a circling hawk. Covering the dark speck with a small finger Jasmine let her hand fall back to her stomach, eyes only half opened as she confessed the next detail.

"I want dragons and panthers," she said after a moment, tilting her head slightly. "And a demon, full out on my back. A really hot female demon, maybe even a succubus, or the wings at least. I want them to look like they just burst through my skin. And I want the panther on my lower back. I want her to be crouching, about to spring, claws digging into my back as she looks into a reflective pool of darkness."

Voice soft and lilting as she spoke, Jasmine closed her eyes, imagining the tattoos imprinted on her skin. Though she'd told David she didn't want anything like that, in reality she did, she wanted to be able to express everything she felt, every dark part of her that she kept hidden.

Smiling slightly she opened her eyes. "Mom'd have a heart attack if she saw me."
 
Bull chuckles cause the girl wasn’t asking for Disney characters, or cutesy animals, but real tattoos the kind that he respected. When she describes the various types and locations, he tries to imagine her without clothing, her body covered in said tattoos.

I think you’d look good with those, stunning in fact. Of course your mother would have a heart attack, as she would if you wore anything but long dresses, and pretty purse, with your hair done up all nice.

And for Bull the most attractive would be the girl not in the dress but with a short leather miniskirt and sexy tattoos.

I think if your mother saw my full dragon with its breath weapon, she’d shit a brick and probably go into coma. She can be a real prude when she wants to be.

Bull laughs at the obvious joke of his sister’s discomfort. The more Bull thought about his mother’s will the more he saw it as a opportunity to get back at his self righteous sister for all the hell she gave him over the years. And looking at her daughter, he couldn't help but think a little longer stay would be in order.
 
Jasmine couldn't help a laugh as she thought back to an incident when she really thought her mother was going to have a heart attack. "I know, last Halloween I went out with some friends and came home in a PVC miniskirt and this leather corset/vest thing that barely covered anything. She took one look at me and turned so red I thought her head would explode. That was before she even noticed the boots."

Dissolving into a fit of giggled Jasmine purred, rolling onto her stomach and wrapping her arms around her jacket. She locked me in my room for like, three days, and called everyone in town to make sure that no one had seen me." Laughing again and wiping small tears from her eyes, Jasmine wriggled, sliding one leg to the side to get more comfortable, no longer paying much attention to her skirt.

"It was funny, but god, she acted like I went out and started hooking." Sighing and letting her body relax completely again, Jasmine listened to the near constant beat in her head, counting out the beats before pushing herself off the ground. Setting herself against the tree she sighed, drumming out the heavy beat against the trunk with her fingers, hands caught behind her body so she rested her weight against her wrists. "I think I was switched at birth....I don't see how she can be my mother...."
 
Bull’s eyes continued to follow the girl’s movement as her skirt continue to ride. There was a small tingling in his pants, as the girl rolled about in the grass, giggling and laughing, his own mind filled with an image of her wearing a tight miniskirt. So he whistles at her description of the PVC and boot outfit.

I wouldn’t have minded being there to see that.

Damn that’s something he would have loved seeing, and it have nothing to do with his sister being mad. The third beer can continues to drain as he stands and talks to the young girl. While standing he takes a moment to remove his riding jacket, and toss it over the bike so it didn’t get dirty, leaving only his short sleeve black t-shirt.

You were switched at birth; remember she’s my sister?

He comments as another example of differences between Janice and just about any other real person.

So it sounds like you’ve stood up my sister on an occasion or two? Good for you?

He looks over at her tumbling in the grass.

I got a blanket roll if you’ve rather have something a little softer to lie down on.
 
â??At least you were able to escape her after a while,â? Jasmine pointed out, still tapping out beats on the tree as she tilted her head. A sound near a purr seemed to roll from her chest as she stretched out her legs, wriggling her toes after she kicked off her flats. Curling the digits in the cool grass she giggled, unable to stop herself from wriggling as an ant crawled along her toes. â??Me, Iâ??m stuck with her until I can find my own place, or move in with someone who she actually likes, which is almost no one.â? Wrinkling her nose and shrugging the small teen blinked up at Connor as he offered a blanket.

â??Blanket, no blanket, Iâ??m comfy,â? she purred, wriggling again before she looked up into the branches of the trees. â??I want to climb but I canâ??t in this damn skirt,â? she grumbled, a familiar warmth spreading low in her body until she nearly itched with controlling the urge to jump something. Remembering that there was no one for her to have sex with, Jasmine sighed and frowned slightly. Thereâ??s always Connor her mind offered up to her surprise, and she forced herself not to really consider the idea, mentally scolding herself. Heâ??s my uncle, a family member, you do not[/n] fuck family.
 
Bull just laughs at the girl’s predicament.

My sister Janice like anyone, not highly likely maybe that emasculated boy you are with. If she could, she would always pick the guy or boy she could control, all of them were without any balls. Janice always wore the pants in her relationships. I always thought if the right guy came along and put her in her place, she might actually have turned out to be a better person, rather than such a raving bitch.

Now Bull didn’t say he thought it would have taken probably beating or imprisoning her to get the job done, but that wasn’t his problem. He leans over next to the girl and grabs a handful of the chips, as he was hungry.

Climb if you want, it ain’t anything I haven’t seen before. What? You think I’m going to tell your mother or something? I’ve done far worse in this very spot when I was your age.
 
Just looking at her uncle for a second as he referred to her boyfriend as emasculated, Jasmine just shrugged. "You have a point there. David's nice, but he's such a fucking pushover." Sighing and standing she brushed off her skirt before looking up at the tree. Smiling at his last words, the girl dusted off her hands.

"As long as you don't tell her anything, I'm good," Jasmine said simply. Without a second thought she pulled her skirt up and off her head in one quick motion, baring her upper body to the light as she draped the soft cloth over the bike. Dropping her skirt and laying it atop the shirt, Jasmine brushed fingers through her hair.

For some reason it didn't really bother her that her uncle, someone she'd just met a few hours earlier, was seeing her in her black lace panties and bra, but Jasmine pulled on her hoodie anyway, zipping it up most of the way before rolling up the sleeves. Pulling her hair back in a loose ponytail the girl once again began to scale the tree, feet finding easy purchase on the rough bark. It wasn't long before Jasmine had reached a spot on a limb near Connor's head. "It sucks that I'm still small enough to do this," she called down, climbing higher and higher.

Without her skirt to cover her legs, Jasmine had to be more careful to keep from getting scratched, but she didn't mind. Instead she simply wound herself about a higher limb, enjoying the slight burn in her muscles as she moved.
 
Bull was pleasantly surprised when the kid took him up on the offer and removed her skirt. Soon enough she was down to bra and panties, which did a great job of only teasing more. The thoughts raging through Bull were crude and far from wholesome as the girl in sweatshirt thing went up into the tree. Bull wouldn’t have minded her climbing a different piece of wood.

I promise not to say a word to your mother about anything. When I was younger she took great pleasure in tattling to our parent about any of my misdeeds. So I’ve learned not to say shit.

Bull continues to finish his beer and eat chips as the small girl puts on a show of climbing the tree.

So why choose a little boy like this David? Doesn’t look like he’s got a hair on his chest, and if you leaved him alone he might start wearing eyeliner and lip-gloss. He doesn’t seem your type? He’s the same kind of wimp my sister would date. Does he even know where his dick is and what he’s supposed to do with it?

The longer he talked to her, the less guarded his words were becoming, which could be a problem. Watching the girl scramble from branch to branch, Bull found himself again thinking thoughts about her that were very inappropriate. If this little thing kept this up, flaunting herself he was going to find it more difficult not to lose control.
 
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