I decided to write a little short check-in where we see what Mestari and Kabir have been up to... Enjoy!
“Karter, let’s go! We still have to stop and pick up KJ, and Mari wants to FaceTime with you two before you get to the Trunk or Treat.” This Halloween has been a major pain in my ass, but all my boys insisted that we do it, to the point that they were bursting with excitement. “Kabe was going to meet us once he finished up at work, but I grabbed the black mask and put it over my eyes and curly head of hair. I looked in the mirror and had to admit that I looked damn good as Elastigirl, AKA Mrs. Parr, AKA Mrs. Incedible. Yeah, our family would be rocking the hell outta Halloween this year. The boys fought over who would be Dash and who would be Jack-Jack, so instead, our family just has two Dash’s. So typical of who we are. “I’m ready. Do you have my gloves?” Before I could answer Karter, the front door opened and in walked Kabir in his Mr. Incredible costume with KJ sticking close by as Dash number two. “Karter, they’re on the table. Kabe, what are you doing here? I was about to pick up KJ, and we were going to meet you at the rec center.” “I figured lil Dash over there was probably driving you crazy trying to make sure that everything was perfect before leaving the house.” He walked to the kitchen to grab the desserts I made to sell, then gathered both the boys before heading back to the front door. “Alright, family… Let’s roll! We got a contest to win. Mestari, is this all of the food?” I couldn’t stop smiling at him, turned me all the way on that he anticipated Karter and his moods. Lately, he’d turn into somewhat of a perfectionist, but we just continued to reassure him that he could calm down a bit. We weren’t worried yet, but if this behavior continued, we would definitely have to talk about some options to get it under control. Karter just needed to focus on being a kid. KJ, on the other hand, was just here, living, being a kid. His energy was so contagious, and he was quite the comedian. Janelle had concerns that he wasn’t serious enough about the right things, and that he played too much! The strange thing is that although both boys favored Kareem in looks, they started displaying Kabir’s character and temperament. “Alright, boys. You heard him, let’s roll.” “Star? Can we take a selfie before we go? I want to send it to Mommy.” Each time KJ called me Star, I noticed that Kabe would slightly cringe because he was against him using such an informal name with me. I didn’t mind it. Karter called Janelle, J! The whole, what do we call, and what are we to each other conversation is an ongoing topic in this household, but we always figure out a solution that works best for us. “We sure can.” I set the timer on my phone, and we took a few crazy photos. After sending one to Janelle, we posted a few to our social media accounts. The car ride to the rec center was filled with ideas on how we need to act to stay in character, how we should keep our look up, and most importantly, how do we explain the Dash 1, and Dash 2, scenario. I tuned out while the boys talked, thinking about work, travel, my sisters, my parents, the boys, and Kabe. We haven’t had a lot of time to connect in the bedroom, and I was starting to be on edge because I was craving him something terrible. Maybe we could put the boys down early and make magic happen. I realized I was giggling to myself when Kabe interrupted my thoughts of doing nasty, nasty things to him. “What you over there laughing about?” His hand slid across the center console and started rubbing from my knee to the top of my thick thigh. I looked at his long, strong fingers, then at him before responding. “Nothing.” Glancing in the rearview mirror, I noticed the boys weren’t paying us any attention, so I amended my answer. “Actually, something. I was wondering if you’d let me take advantage of you after we put the boys down.” His grasp on my knee tightened as he tried to keep his eyes on the road. “You know you ain’t ever gotta ask. Shit. We can skip all of this, put them down now, and get right to it?” I hollered, so now Karter and KJ were suddenly interested in what we had to say. Kabe and I kept trading sexual promises back and forth the entire way to the center, but once we arrived, we got serious about our duties and once again winning this damn contest. Emery was the first person we saw, he looked absolutely exhausted, which made sense since this was his event in collaboration with another nonprofit. “Hey, Star and Kabe. Y’all right on time. Can you find Ameka and see where she wants you to park, then you can get started with setting up your desserts at the concession stand. I appreciate you donating Star, cause I know you could charge a grip for your food. By the way, y’all look dope, but also silly as hell. I know this had to be the boys’ idea.” “And you know them so well, my dude. I’ma holler at you after we get set up, though.” Kabe grabbed my hand, and I had to ask him for it back so that we could work and actually look like we were helping out. I think my promises of doing unsavory things to him got him off track. The rest of the event went on without a hitch. To no one’s surprise, we won the costume contest, which kept Karter and KJ bragging to anyone who would listen. We had to teach them a lesson in humility. It wasn’t well received. After the excitement died down and we put them in bed, I straightened up the kitchen from the few things I left out from making the desserts. I thought Kabe would come and shut the house down, but I didn’t see or hear a peep out of him. Once I made my way to the third level where our suite was, I found our bedroom dark, except for some orange, pumpkin-shaped lights strategically placed throughout the room, providing a soft glow. There was some jazzy, neo-soul music playing in the background, and when I walked into the bathroom, there were candles and a nice, hot bath waiting for me. “Get in while I lock up and check on the boys. I’ll be right back.” His definition of be right back gave me enough time to bathe, moisturize, and put on my second costume of the day. I forgot all about having this teeny, tiny Vultures Jersey with the name Future Mrs. Chestnut, and the number one on the back. I finished the look off with thigh-high athletic socks and my hair in its wild curly state. Just how Kabir liked it. “What do we have here? Where’d you get that from?” He was quickly walking up to me and was on me in no time. “Do you really care where I got it from?” The last word was a moan because Kabe had his mouth on my neck using his teeth to stake his claim. Every single body part his lips touched would instantly heat up; he had me anxious thinking and waiting to see what part he would go to next. Next thing I know, his lips were on my inner thigh, he was making a noise as if he was completely satisfied with what he was seeing, smelling, touching, tasting, and hearing. All of his senses working overdrive to get us both to the next level. Before I could get fully settled on the bed, Kabe pushed my legs back and went deep diving into my treasure cove. Gotdammit. Even though he’d done this countless times, each time felt like a new experience. I wasn’t sure how that was possible, but I was thankful for it. “Kabe,” I whimpered, “this wasn’t supposed to go this wayyyyyyy.” The whimpers turned into an all out cry as I crested while holding him in place, grabbing onto his curly head of hair for dear life. After I was able to feel my toes and regain the use of my brain, I was finally able to prove to Kabe that I, too, could make him lose it. When he had enough, he backed up, showing me my favorite part of him. It was swollen, dark, girthy, hard, and smooth as fuck. And it just did some things to me that still made me blush at the most inopportune times. As I sat back, just staring at him holding himself, he finally spoke. “You want my trunk or a treat?” That immediately broke the spell, and had me for the second time today, bursting out in laughter at something he said. Secretly, I wondered what was the difference between trunk or treat? Before I could ask, he made an executive decision. “Trunk first, then treat.” It didn’t take long for him to embed himself deep inside me and have me thanking all my lucky stars that we were finally able to connect in this way. His strokes were slow and deep, and precisely what I needed. Kabe continued, not changing positions, not saying much, just using his body to communicate with me. We were both breathing heavily on top of the groans, moans, and sobs of joy that escaped our mouths. My climax hit first, with Kabir following close behind. Neither of us wanted to move, so we didn’t, we just laid there with him still nestled inside. This moment was everything I missed about us. A short period later, before sleep overtook us, I was finally able to figure out what the treat was. Kabir walked into the room with a huge Halloween basket displaying my favorite things. Lipstick, spices, makeup, recipe books, and so much more. To show him how thankful I was for my treat, I spent the rest of the night applying lipstick to my favorite body part of his and letting him decide which one he liked better. Our Trunk or Treat was so successful we decided to make it a yearly tradition no matter what. Click here to read Mestari and Kabir's full story!
4 Comments
Janielle Boncy
10/31/2019 06:44:36 pm
Awwww, this was cute! I loved Kabir and Mestari so this was a treat reading about them again! Thanks for the short story!😊
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Twyla B. Stone
11/1/2019 05:29:12 am
Thank you for reading Janielle!! I'm so happy you enjoyed Mestari & Kabe's check in. I'll have more info on the release of books 3 and 4 in the series soon!
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Connie Bailey
11/5/2019 04:51:29 am
I’m trying to locate this book but it’s not popping up for me to see it
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Twyla B. Stone
11/5/2019 05:10:36 am
Hi Connie! The link for the book is at the bottom of the post, or you can click on this link directly to purchase The Rise of a Champ.
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