Erotic Innocence The Awakening of Mina

By Summer Meadow

After the death of her parents, Mina Eastcott grows up in her uncles lavish house, on a five-hundred-acre compound. Home schooled all her life, with only her cousins and the help to play with. Planning for the celebration of Mina and her wild, seductive, and sultry cousin Helena's 21st birthday, has begun, now that winter is coming to an end. Mina's mind and body begin to awaken. Her dreams haunted by an unquenchable desire for a man she has never met. Unanswered questions about her past, the introduction to ancient deities, and secret ritual orgies, has Mina asking more questions, and searching for answers to her past, and new desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Summer Meadow
• Release date: Nov 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310203909

Summer Meadow

Summer Meadow has been writing since 1994. Summer has written mostly short stories, and unpublished poetry, and countless “love stories.” When Summer isn’t writing, she enjoys spending her time with her family including her Giant Alaskan Malamute named Tala. Summer loves hunting and fishing, sewing, and hiking in the mountains of Southern Arizona where she lives most of the year with her husband, and four children. Western Maryland is where her heart calls home.

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Erotic Innocence

By: Summer Meadow

Copyright 2016 Summer Meadow

Smashwords Edition

Cover design and formatting by Caligraphics

Prologue

The door bursts open, startling me. The wind blows the scent of fresh cut grass past me. I breathe it in deeply. He rushes in with great urgency and crosses the room in only a few strides. I sit up, thinking that something must be wrong. He is acting so strangely. He falls to his knees and puts his hands on each side of my head, pulling me into him. He kisses my mouth, like the taste of me is going to save his life. Slowly dropping his hands to my hips, he guides me to the edge of an overstuffed couch. He starts moving his mouth down my neck. He pulls up the old cotton shirt that I am wearing, revealing my irresistible and luscious behind. Pulling the shirt over my head, he leaves it behind my back to keep my hands from touching him, and exposes my firm breasts. He greedily sucks and nibbles on my hard nipples, rolling one around with his tongue, while he pinches the other between his thumb and forefinger. I let out a squeal of delight. In one movement, he pushes me back and uses his shoulders like stirrups to keep my legs apart. He buries his face so deep in me, his noise becoming a clit flicker. His hands are still tormenting my nipples, his nose is on my clit, and his mouth is on my cunt. All of this, at the same time, causes such an overwhelming sense of ecstasy. Before I know what is going on, I lose all control and an eruption of sweet juice flows from deep within me. Hungrily, he licks up every drop and, when it’s all gone, he stands up and smiles at me. Then he turns and while he is walking towards the door he looks at me. Thank you, Venus. I was thirsty.

Chapter 1

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies" Aristotle

I wake to the soft patter of rain landing on the tin roof above me. Shaking and completely disorientated, my pillow tucked high between my thighs, I can feel the warm moisture on it.

What the hell was that? I have got to stop eating spicy foods before going to bed. I look around, and I realize that my satin shorts are completely soaked and the sweet smell of orgasm is still in the air.

Great! My first orgasm is caused by a mystery man in a dream I had, and I don’t even know who he is! I sit up, putting my feet on the warm, heated rock floor. It is nice not having cold feet in the morning.

Wow, that was just a dream?

That kind of thing has never happened to me before. I’m not the kind of girl that dreams about mysterious lovers. I have a life plan and I don’t have time for foolishness. I am Mina. I must have my life in order, so that I can chase after Helena. Helena always has her head in the clouds or, more likely, has her head buried in the pillows of highest bidder! I chuckle to myself and look out the window again. The morning is beautiful and rainy.

I wrap myself in my robe and walk to the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee fills the house. I sit down at the table, where a cup is waiting for me to fill it. My Aunt Clara is walking towards me with a hot craft. Good morning, beautiful Mina. How did you sleep?

I slept well, thank you. I had a strange dream though. Not one I want to talk about, but it was strange nonetheless. My aunt is the salt of the earth. My parents died when I was young, and she and her husband John took me in. They raised me as one of their own children, with my cousins becoming more like beloved siblings.

Clara is my father’s older sister. She is wise, loving and an excellent gardener. But she also has a temper. It is rarely ever seen, but it is deadly. People have said that when Helena and I were getting ready to be created, God had put Helena in the wrong womb. So, I had to come through my father and mother for my aunt to have me. My uncle praises the fact that I am the spitting image of his beloved Clara.

Your father used to have dreams. Vivid dreams, and sometimes they would even come true. They were like a vision of things that were to come.

I do not think it was that kind of dream. It was just strange for me to dream. I haven’t had dreams since I was child. I haven’t dreamt since my parents died, to be honest.

Maybe your heart is finally hearing the spirits speaking.

Oh Aunty, aren’t I a little old for fairy tales?

I don’t know, Mina, are you?

A smirk comes to my aunts’ lips, and I can see a little mischief in her eyes. I love being in her presence. I don’t know how she manages all the things that she does and be able to keep a beautiful garden year-round in her greenhouse. She teaches the children at the church twice a week, she visits the women in town when they are sick or having a child, she manages the house, keeps my uncle in line, and has Helena, plus she always knows where her son Adrian is. I am amazed, and I can only hope that I am half the woman, wife and mother that she is when I finally find my place in this world.

Good morning. I hear the loud singsong voice of my uncle, and I smile. The day has officially begun when we hear his voice and see the blue of his eyes.

What Universal God did I please so well to be blessed with a household full of beautiful goddesses, such as these two that I am sitting before? I see Clara blushing, and she hides her smile behind the palm of her hand.

Oh John, you have always been such a flirt. I hear her giggle and she swats him with her napkin. He sits down with us, and begins to tell us stories of what the workers around the house have been doing this morning.

I am thinking about getting another stallion in the spring. I think it is getting time to retire the old one. Clara laughs at his joke. He isn’t talking about getting another horse. He is talking about this being the year that he is going to introduce my cousin and I as eligible bachelorettes.

I thought that we were going to wait until the summer solstice to introduce the girls. There is a moment of silence at the table.

You are right as rain, my darling wife. It’s a good thing that I have you to keep me straight. Life hasn’t always been this pleasant with my uncle. He used to run his house with an iron fist. You couldn’t get anything past him. He had his rules and you followed them to the letter. You didn’t ask why; you didn’t talk back. You just did as you were told.

His father was a lifelong commander in the army. He was the meanest man I had ever met in my life. He ran his house like he ran his unit, and he raised his children as if they were soldiers in his army. My uncle and his siblings were taught to have hard hearts, to never questions authority. They lived by a motto. The great thing about excruciating pain is that at least you know you are alive. My uncles’ father was the worst, and his son didn’t stray far from his father’s path.

Adrian always got the worst of my uncles’ wrath. He was a male and he was expected to work harder than us, and be around when unexpected things came up. Adrian was expected to learn all of the trades of the workers around the house, keep his grades exceptional, and be clean and on time for dinner, bed, and church. As Adrian grew older, he also grew wiser. He would get his work done, and then disappear so that he could avoid contact with his father. He would show up clean for dinner, and then collect the scraps to take to the hogs. It would never fail that there would be work that needed to be done that would take him away until dark. On Sundays, he would come to help Clara and me with the children and boxes.

Once, I tried talking to him about what he did when he was alone hiding from John. He would just look at me and, with a mean voice, tell me it was none of my dam business. So it did not surprise me a bit that when Adrian was old enough to make his own decisions, he asked to go to a college that was far from my uncles’ reach.

The day he left, I watched Clara’s heart shatter into tiny little pieces as the driver took Adrian to the train. After several months of being gone, Adrian came home to visit. I was so excited to see Adrian again. We had been writing to each other every day since he left and Helena was jealous of the fact that we had grown so close over that time.

Then, one day while Adrian was still home visiting, he found my uncle in a trance of some kind. When Adrian tried to shake him and wake him up, my uncle went completely mental and attacked Adrian and Clara. He started throwing chairs and books at Clara, and when Adrian tried to stop him, John punched Adrian in the face so hard that Adrian blacked out. When he came to John had Clara pinned against the wall, with his hands wrapped around her throat choking her. Adrian grabbed a cane made out of oak, and smashed it against the back of John’s head. John hit the floor, completely lifeless. Adrian and Clara were able to trap him into a room and lock the door so that he couldn’t escape. Adrian found Helena and I, then hid us away in a secret passage so that we wouldn’t find us if John came to and got out of the room. Adrian returned to the room where he left his father’s lifeless body, Adrian was confronted by John, who was acting like his was possessed by a demon. John and Adrian fought hand to hand. Adrian trying to save the life of his mother. After that day, Clara was always by John’s side, anytime she was away from him for too long, his nasty temper would start to show again. It was almost like Clara had some kind of spell on him, and only she knew how to handle him, and keep him from freaking out.

To this day, no one can explain why it happened. After that, things began to change and John became more pleasant to be around. Helena stopped being around us and Adrian left traditional college to start traveling for business on my uncle’s behalf.

My aunt’s heart was tested that day. If anyone ever questioned the love and devotion she had for her husband, she proved it that day. Somehow, she managed to forgive him. I asked her once how she did it. How she can live with a man who tried to kill her, and has made her cry on numerous occasions. She told me that when you love someone, it is forever. Not just when it is convenient. She told me that I won’t truly be able to understand the idea of true love until later in life.

I look at my uncle and smile. Mina, my beautiful girl, have you thought about the party yet.

No, I haven’t really. I am sorry. I am just not that into parties. Planning something that I am not excited about, and is months away, is not high on my priority list.

I know you are a busy girl, Mina, but I want you to be a part in planning this party. He pauses and takes a sip of his coffee.

This party is as much about you, as it is about Helena.

I promise, Uncle, I will start to think about some ideas. He smiles at me and picks up his coffee. Well then, ladies, if you need me, I will be in the library doing what I do best. He walks over to me and kisses the top of my head.

Whatever you find yourself doing today, Mina, be happy. You look like there is something bothering you and I can’t stand to see you like this. He pauses for a moment, taking a sip of his coffee. And, because I am not a woman, I won’t ask you about it. But, if there is something or someone that needs to be dealt with, you will let me know right away.

Of course I will, Uncle. He smiles at me and pats me on the back.

Good Girl. Then he turns on his heal, and starts walking to his library. As he walks away, his loud voice fills the hall. Clara! I forgot to eat, please bring me a tray of meats and cheese. He pauses for a moment. And some healthy shit too! Whatever you feel is necessary. He pauses again. And thank you, dear heart!

She grabs her mug and kisses my forehead. I love you, Mina. Helena was out late, so you have plenty of time to enjoy your dream and your coffee.

I smile at her. I can feel my face turn red and my ears heat up at the sound of her talking about my dream. I can’t help but wonder if she knows that I was dreaming about a man. I can’t imagine she would know about the things I was dreaming about. She is so pure and perfect.

I love you too, Clara. I watch her walk into the kitchen to get my uncle’s food. I look out the window, into the foggy morning, as pictures of my dream play out in my head. I hear the cooks come in and I am startled by the loud banging of pots and pans being moved around the kitchen.

Sorry, Miss. We didn’t see you there. We will be quieter for you. I look at them and smile.

It’s alright. I was just daydreaming. I need to go get dressed anyway.

What were you dreaming about? I look over and there is a new, younger woman working in the kitchen.

And you are? I ask her.

Who are you?

I look at her with a confused look on my face. My name is Mina. My aunt and uncle own this place and I live here with them. Her jaw drops and the blood leaves her face. She stumbles and I reach out to catch her, but she jerks away from me.

Oh, my Gosh! I am so sorry! I am no one, I am so sorry! I should have never asked you that! I look at her confused.

It’s ok, really it is. I try to figure her out. Really, it’s ok. For your sake, remember that I am Mina and that Helena, who is still in bed, is not as forgiving as I am.

Thank you, Miss. I will remember that. Irritated, I look her in the eye.

My name is Mina, please use it. I don’t like being called Miss. I pick my coffee up and turn to walk away. Have a nice day.

I take my mug and the craft of hot coffee and walk out of the kitchen, back to my room. I find my bed already made and the reading lamp next to my window seat waiting for me. I take a sip of my coffee. It’s still too hot. I sit on my seat and look out the window. I take a deep breath in and think about what that girl had asked me.

Who am I, really? I am Mina; there is not much to me. Some of my favorite things in the world are rainy days, fog, reading and learning new stuff about all kinds of things. When I think about it, without Helena, I would live a very quiet life, tucked away in the perfectness of the woods where I live.

Winter has lasted way too long this year. I hear Helena’s voice whining on the other side of my door.

I roll my eyes and get up to open the door. You know that we have had record snow levels this year.

Helena looks at me and rolls her eyes. I don’t care about the snow, Mina. She takes the mug out of my hand. But I am so looking forward to spring, when the snow melts. The days get longer and turn into long, hot summer nights. She sits there smiling, her white teeth showing.

I look at her. Was the night not long enough for you, my dear? She sits down and I walk over to her to get a better look. My God, Helena! What happened to you last night?

Why do you want to know, Mina? I think she might still be drunk. I scowl at her, taking a better look.

You look like hell, Helena!

I cannot tell you about my night, Mina. My night would scare you into a convent! She laughs at me. You would be a virgin for the rest of your life! It is bad enough, you are twenty years old and still haven’t known the taste of a man. She laughs again, and I can feel myself burning from embarrassment. Is it embarrassing to be the only twenty-year-old virgin on the planet?

I pause for a moment, trying to think of kind words to say. In my mind, I am screaming at her to mind her own business. On the outside, I remain calm and graceful. I am sure that I am not the only twenty-year-old virgin. I cannot possibly be the only woman on the planet that has more respect for myself, than I have for my closet. I turn and look to see the surprise on her face by my answer.

Besides, since when have you been so concerned about my personal life? Really, maybe the question is, why are you thinking about my virginity? She pauses for a moment, then takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly.

If you must know, sweet Mina, last night I was out with Rupert. I roll my eyes at the sound of Rupert’s name. He is a man whore and a pimp. He runs a brothel in town and, honestly, I think the only reason why he is even allowed in our presence is because he keeps the peace and brings in a profit.

We were playing cards in the VIP room at Chateau Chantilly. I roll my eyes again at hearing the name of his brothel. One of the men asked if I had a sister and, of course, I said no. She paused for a moment. But Rupert mentioned that I do have a cousin. Not only did he mention that I had a cousin, but he also mentioned that you were a virgin! My jaw drops and I am in complete shock.

The man said that he couldn’t believe that and he offered to pay ONE MILLION DOLLARS to have it verified! He also offered another MILLION for you to let him have your virginity! I feel like I am going to faint and reach out for my chair.

Are you serious?!? I am so angry that I am having a hard time hiding it.

Yes, I am serious!

You are beyond repair, Helena! I sit down before I scream or pass out.

Mina! The sound of her whiny voice is driving me insane.

I said no. Not just no, but HELL NO! I do not want to hear any more about it. From this point on, my vagina and my virginity are not to be thought about in your head or amongst your friends. I stand up and walk to my window, then turn and look at her. I am not a prostitute and the selling of my virginity would make me just that. I walk back over to her and raise my voice to ensure she can hear me. What part of ‘I am waiting’, do you not understand? I pause for a moment.

I know love is out there for me and I am patiently waiting for it. I sit back down, reach over and take my mug away from Helena. I take a sip trying to calm down.

Mina, you are a fool! She stands up and throws her hands in the air. Do you know what two million dollars will buy you? She puts her hands on her hips and stands there looking at me.

It will not buy me respect, and it will not buy me my dignity. Her jaw drops.

He is a respectable man and it isn’t like he is trash. I am in complete shock that we are even having this conversation.

I said no. I take a sip of my coffee.

But Mina ... Her voice pushes me over the edge.

I SAID NO! Drop it, Helena. I won’t hear another word! I look at her and clench my jaw tightly, trying to stay in control.

Fine! Then I won’t tell you about my night. She is pouting with her arms crossed. She almost looks like she might cry. I look back at her, wondering if I should even say another word. This is my moment to spare myself from hearing about the man or men who filled my cousin to the brim with their semen. But then, I know she will make my life hell if I don’t indulge and make it seem like I am remotely interested.

Ok, Helena, you win. I hate feeling like I must constantly make her happy. But I know that if I don’t listen to her story and pretend to care, she will make my life miserable. I sigh and take a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

Please, Helena. Do not make me wait another second. I really am curious what you did in the dead of night. I can’t help but notice how the sarcasm oozes out of my mouth and into her ears. The look on her face says she hates me but, the reality of it is that I am the only person she can tell anything to. She knows that if her scandalous sexcapades were to be common knowledge, she would be shamed and written completely out of her fathers’ good graces. We all know that without him and his power, she is nothing.

Mina? I look up at her.

Yes? She is batting her long black eyelashes at me and pouting with her thick red lips. Begging is not her best tactic, but she