"Urgh urgghhhm ungh! Yeaagh!! Ooo!! Urrrggggh!!.
It was inconsistent at first, with a few bursts of muffled excitement, then calmness returned. I unpaused my cartoon, in fact, it was an activity I hated getting distracted from.

With my right hand in my pant and sipping my caprisone occasionaly, I had joined in reciting the famous "Scooby Do Be Do" when the raptus sound from Aunty Deola's room began again, this time consistently.
Mmm! Ooooh!
Uh, Uh, Aughhhhh, uhm uhm
Yes, yes... uh ungh ungh uh uh uh AUGH.....
Whooo!! Aaaah!!! urgghhhm ungh! Yeaagh!! .

My focus veering off the TV, I tilted my head towards the source of the voice. It was unmistakably Aunty Deola's voice, perhaps, uncle Tony is hurting her. I dashed towards her room throwing my juice on the couch only to find the door locked. "Urshhh urshhhh shhhh" were the only sound Uncle Tony was making. "Yes, he must be ordering her to keep quiet so he could strangle her without raising an alarm. I knew yelling won't help. What if he comes out and kill me too ?" I thought to myself , but at least I should witness what was happening so I could narrate the incident to mum when she returns.

I headed for the main entrance with an aim to peep through Aunty Deola's window from the outside. Luckily, I found a bucket dad had used in washing his car that morning. It would help increase my height so I could see through the window. The closer I got to the window, the louder the ecstatic voices, in fact, Aunty will be dead soon. Yes, she said so !

I quietly placed the bucket by the window and mounted it . This time, the voices were next to me .
Just as I peeped, Aunty Deola's massive boobs greeted me. They forcefully dangled to and fro. Aunty held on to the burglar proof firmly ,her Eyes slid shut in ecstasy and her mouth speaking gibberish. Her face though opposite mine yet couldn't see me.

I needed to be sure of what was trying to pull Aunty off the window burglar proof she was holding on to when I found an equally unclothed uncle Tony hitting her buttocks with his waist.
He must be hurting her real bad with his waist "I thought .

"Yea ! Yeas !! Yess ! Give it to me baby !" Aunty Deola whimpered .
Of course I was the only baby around and then I noticed I held the tv remote control . I would never forget to pause my cartoon even if the heavens were falling.

"The remote?" I said .

"Junioooor" Aunty yelled "kilonshe ni bi" .

A rather confused Uncle Tony dabbed a milky substance towards my face . The window pane helped hold it , but I found myself on the ground nursing a wound on my thigh.

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That day uncle Tony gave me an unusual extra amount of money before leaving, even Aunty cleaned the caprisone that spilled on the sofa without spanking me , I didn't have to turn off the gas cooker nub that day since it was traditional for her to shower with warm water after uncle's departure any day he comes around.

All these treatments were on the condition that I wouldn't mention a thing I had seen earlier to mum.

"Junior, who poured water on this chair " mum asked . She had returned from work . She always came back early before dad .
I paused my Nintendo game, unmounted from the dining chair and began to walk quietly towards the living room.

I needed to gist mum how Aunty Deola almost got killed , how my heroic presence halted the execution, and how I was shot with a milk wave.

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Aunty who had been in her room suddenly swung her door open. "KC was the one who pee on the chair while sleeping , so I cleaned it up" Aunty lied .
Aunty gave me a stern look which sent me quietly walking back to the dining.

I had no choice than to comply, after all , mum won't be home to rescue me.


A week later I was sitting beside dad who was watching the 9pm news when I heard mum and Aunty Deola yelling at each other in the room. I didn't understand what the problem was, but I could hear them say "CD" and "trash can " and mum always calling out "Deolaaaaa" then at times she chipped in "junior".

I gently moved towards the TV ,counted my Cartoon CD plates. I was satisfied by the number of disc plates I found and returned to my sit. Dad dished out his usual gentle smile and I never knew why.

Aunty moved out days later only to visit once a while .

Though I was Seven at the time, but the memories remained fresh.

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***The Initiation***

Nothing spectacular happened for almost a decade except that Sarah had disvirgined me at fifteen. She was nineteen.
I don't know how we got kissing passionately right on her aunts sofa. She was home alone and I decided to pay her a visit for the first time.

My d!ck was hard as wood,of course , I could feel the warmth pressing hard on my thigh, perhaps, the Jean was more helpful than the my soaking underpants who was willing to let it escape.

"Let's have sex please" she begged.

She was aware I was virgin but her body language proved she would do anything for it. I was nervous and in fact, the closest I had ever being to a sexual activity was through pornography.

All the while we kissed, I only held her face, touched her palm and a little caressing of literarily her gown .
I declined the sex pleas.

. "I'm not ready" I pleaded . She flashed me her boobs for some seconds and pleaded to at least have a feeling what my dick looks like .
I decided to let her feel the rod with her palm but only through my jean . My heart almost jumped out my mouth. It was hard to decipher if I was scared or embarrassed .

She absorbed the feel of me and
She pleaded for sex like her life depended on it .
"I'm going home" I said jumping out of my seat.

I walked home feeling like the new bad guy in town even when I had literally done nothing. Almost nothing!

I reminisced all day. Should I have done it or not? I could hardly sleep at night, my hard dick wouldn't let me. There was Acute surge of desire.
The thoughts were overwhelming .

Suddenly, I texted her "come to my house tomorrow by 10a.m".

We had only kissed for a minute when I confidently grabbed her boobs. Her breath changed, and the kissing got intense. "Do you have a condom"she asked.
I knew what a condom was but I never thought I would also be needing one.

I dashed to the closest pharmacy not minding my sagged trousers and was back in minutes.
I led her to my room where We swiftly dealt with our clothes .

She is light skinned with a shaved cvnt . Her boobs were not big especially for her age except that she had a long strong nipple that was easy to suck on.
Being curious, I needed to explore the moves I watched in the movies.

I grasped and eased her knees apart and buried my face in her cunt. I had a little taste of clitoris but was too late to withdraw. Admittedly, she was clean and Each deep suck sent a shock wave running through her body .

"Is it smelling ? Please suck it well" she complained in ecstasy.
Of course, it wasn't having odour but it wasn't tasting like honey as well.

I wasted the first condom not knowing how to roll it on . She helped with the second and I was ready to practice what I had watched in porn movies.

I entered her slowly. Her opening mouth became a unit of measurement for every inch of the flesh bone that went into her. My full length was in and I began thrusting, first at a slow pace.

She dictated each sex positions and when to switch.
Her bare light soft ass bounced off my waist at every thrust. She didn't seem like someone who was ready to give up and I wasn't willing to continue,perhaps, I offloaded my second bout of cum in the doggy position. Thanks to the latex.

My sense had suddenly returned to its proper state and I had begun to get dressed. The ecstasy had vanished. My curiosity was satisfied.
The experience was interesting but I've gone weary of it.

The respect I had for Sarah had suddenly dropped that I only saw her off to the gate.
The condoms were displaced including the unused one. I didn't think I would ever be needing it again.

The crave for sex dropped only to reappear according to time .

**Route to tragedy**

Lizzy had paid me one of her usual visits and were engaged in one of our usual discussions.

She was my childhood friend who we only weren't privileged to attend the same university. She had grown into a beautiful lady with a sizeable and averagely full round boobs.

Lizzy was more or less like a sister to me and mum never had issue with her frequent visits especially when we were on breaks.
I guess mum felt guilty for not giving me a sister but only a brother who gets physical with me each time he returns from school .

Despite Lizzy's sexiness, I never had a wild thought about her and in fact, she talked about her boyfriend who was only a year ahead of her in the same school and same department.

Her fondness of him never sparked even the minutest jealousy in me even though I had no girlfriend , except that I smashing Tinuke and Angelo when I needed to.

We were engrossed in a discussion I might term meaningless when she noticed my newly sprouting beards.

"Wow, you are beginning to grow beards , J " she said

"And your boobs have grown larger" I replied .

" Jay " as she mostly called "those girls in your school are teaching you bad stuffs right? " she said while we both laughed. She had picked up a throw-pillow and had began to hit me while I defended myself .

Suddenly, our lips were locked in each other . It took a lot of inner strength to have a momentary pause, maybe to catch our breath or to have a rethink of what we are doing.

It took just about a nano second to process the scenario and I had successfully drawn a conclusion that Lizzy wasn't a blood relative and in fact, instinct would take the blames .

The atmosphere went cold except for the smacks that pierced the ambient .

I grabbed her boobs, though, through her cloth which seemed to totally throw her in a romantic mood. The tension between us grew. I had grown hard in my pants and she seemed ready to accept anything that came forth.

It was my house where it wasn't wrong to dress scantily in a pair of singlet and short. She was clothed in a simple gown.
It wasn't difficult to ease the gown of her shoulders as I had brought it below her chest. The top of her succulent boobs begged to be freed from the black fluffy cage which I easily dealt off.
I cupped my mouth on her n!pples and sucked on them simultaneously with a gently bite on them . She hyperventilated and each bite sent her body in a momentary shake.

I bunched the lower part of her gown up her waist and her black pant was obviously soaked with her wetness.
"It shouldn't be difficult getting my length into her " I presumed.

In preparation for the task ahead, I swiftly dealt off my singlet and threw it in a distance. I got her pant off and was faced by slightly hairy cunt suffocating in wetness. I slid my middle finger into her and noticed her waist dangle. I slid another finger inside and began throbbing while she became more ecstatic.
She wrestled my short off my waist with both legs and arms. I decided to ease her of the struggle and got my shorts off . My rod jumped out strong and sweating like a fierce hunter . She circled my hard length immediately and absorbed the feel of me . It was warm and soothing, I guessed.

I was so careful with my mum that I never dared bring home a condom pack or leave a sachet in my wallet, besides, I never thought I would even need one in my house.

Perhaps, the situation needs one, but I'm not ready to lose the moment because of a latex, never! - besides Lizzy had rested her back on the chair arm waiting for an ultimate move.

I held her knees and slowly eased them apart. Her damp quivery thigh welcomed my body in between them . I took the proper position and guided my joystick towards her suffocating cvnt . I placed my tip on her clit and watched Lizzy shut her eyes in ecstasy.

I entered her not too slowly. She made a keening sound as she threw back her head. Her cvnt was tight, warm but pliant.
I slid in her and thrusted from a slow pace to an uncontrollable speed.
She moaned at every thrust and her caressing my head, chest and face - wherever the ecstasy led them. And then, we were on for about eight minutes.

Her eyes spelt pleasure but then her knees clamped my nak.ed hips. She wriggled, her body quivered and her fingernails sunk deep into each parts of my buttocks.

I withdrew immediately and watched her convulse in her orgasm . I slid home again and almost immediately, I was near climax . Climax came at us both in dragging waves and I offloaded my load on the couch while she already did same .

We got dressed hurriedly, for mum would be back soon. None uttered a word to each other as I hurried to get a rag to clean up the mess we had made on the sofa.

Yet without uttering a word , in fact, we hardly looked in each other's face, I began walking her to the gate.

"Lizzy" I called out as we approached the gate.

She responded with a gaze and then we burst in chuckles. We gave each other a tight hug ,maybe as way of appreciation, acknowledgement or not regrets - then she left.

I had hardly settled when I heard mum's car hunk. I took a deep breath to overwhelm my sudden nervousness.

"Why are you sweating ?" Mum questioned .

"Am I? Well, I guess it's because I didn't turn on the air conditioner " I replied wiping my forehead down to my neck with the back of my hand.

Mum didn't look to convinced but she had no choice, what else would she have thought?

"I saw Lizzy heading home while I was coming. She was here right? "

The question wasn't supposed to mean anything, but why would she ask ,especially, today?

"Yes" I replied sharply without giving her a chance for further queries.

Mum found nowhere else in the living room to sit except on the moist part of the sofa. I had initially placed her hand bag on the spot but she moved the bag aside swiftly and sat.
Another streak of sweat raced down my chest.

"On Saturday, you and KC will go with me to the market to get some foodstuff" mum said as she settled properly in the sofa.
She pushed off her shoes with her toes one after the other and placed her feet on the table and cracking them. I noticed her feel uncomfortable ,most likely , her skirt was dampening.

There was a knock on the gate, the doorbell wasn't functional. It was KC .He was back from the evening tutorials in preparation for the university entrance examinations.

"Get the gate opened for your brother" mum guessed.

"Wait" mum halted me as I made to exit the main door "did you spill a drink on the chair ? " mum asked.

"Yes, I mistakenly spilled wa.."

"Shut up! You have messed up my skirt with water because of your carelessness. You don't act matured enough, that's why your brother gets physical with you. I think you still need a baby sitter . Maybe Lizzy will do! " mum kept yelling .

It was at least better to admit to carelessly spilling water.

"You have left me no choice than to still change my clothes even when I'm so tired" her voice faded as she left for her room.

At the time, KC was already banging the gate harder and issuing threats to me for responding late.

"What took you so long?" KC asked as he forced his way into the compound. By the time I finished locking the gate, KC had gone into the house.

"KC, get your bag and throw it anywhere you want to but not in the living room" I said .

"Can't you see I'm very tired?" KC fired back.

"Who isn't tired? Mr. , Please get your bag out of here now befo..."

" pleassssseeee" KC expressed , shutting me up . "Have you not been home throughout?"

The expression got me infuriated and I moved closer to him. KC sprang to his feet and got ready for our usual fight .

There was suddenly a loud bang, short scream, followed by sounds from breaking ceramics.
The sound didn't come from us , perhaps, the fight hadn't started , but the scream was that of mum and the bang emanated from her room.

KC and I dashed our way up the stairs to her room ,then to her closet where she had gone to change and clean herself.

The ground was littered with pieces of ceramics caused by a large fraction of broken wash hand basin. There were blood spills all over .

There, mum laid beneath the broken basin, gasping only with her blouse on,her under wears but the troublesome skirt laid in a corner .She slipped and had hit her head against the basin which shattered it and caused a deep slash on her head.
The little water that dropped from the faucet washed part of the blood into the ground drain.

With lots of confusion and panicking , KC and I carried her quavering body into her car. The neighborhood wasn't the type that anyone could be reached for help easily.
KC seemed to be a little more in control of himself than I and then He drove us to the hospital.

I had initially put a call through to dad and he immediately joined us at the hospital.

Mum died.

My cum and Lizzy's had led to the death of my mum !

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****Departure of Miss Tomi***

"Shameless old stingy man, all your mates are spoiling their wives with money and you are here questioning me how I spent a meager one million naira you gave me since a week ago" the female said followed by a loud bang produced by the shutting of the bedroom door.

The door swung open again and dad's voice followed "Tomi, what is your problem?" He spoke in a soft tone

KC and I were seated in the dining. We became aware of the tension between Ms. Tomi and dad but we decided to mind our business.

Ms. Tomi was just one of our "proposed" step mums who had come and gone. Obviously, they were mostly after dad's wealth.
I remembered when Aunty Amaka, the beautiful woman who had her Igbo accent reflecting in her spoken English -asked dad to assign his properties to her.

Even though dad never complained, but apparently, Ms. Tomi was a very money demanding type and always made sure she got what she wanted. The only times she would almost tear down the sky is when she didn't get money from dad at an agreed time and date.

It wasn't an issue for us to meddle in.
We doubt if dad would even listen to our advise, but we would prefer he learned by himself and possibly in the hard way.

"Only God knows how your children are copying with you if you can't lavish money, or are you planning to die with it? " Ms. Tomi fired as she descended the stairs.

Only my heart raced up the stairs towards Ms. Tomi, but my body was glued to the chair. I held back KC who was ready to interfere. I pulled him back to his seat like it wasn't a matter we should be involved in .
"It's a husband and wife thing" I said to him . "They will get it settled between themselves soonest" I added

"Who knows if your late wife died out of frustration from your stingy nature" she fired again.

KC and I suddenly got of our sit and walked half way up the stairs. He grabbed Ms. Tomi from behind and lifted her off the ground. I carried her little luggage which she had packed in a bid to threaten dad and I led the way to the front door.
It was about the third time she had threatened to leave. The plan went wrong this time.

All the while KC carried, she screamed and struggled but KC was much stronger for the task.
"Please don't let her get hurt" dad pleaded repeatedly.

The treatment did not stop until we dropped both her and her luggage outside the compound .
She banged the gate for a while ,shouting she had left a pair of ear rings in the room. No one attended to her and then we never heard of her again.

***Arrival of Dad's New Wife***
Six months later dad called KC and I into the living room where he always sat to watch the 9pm news. The news had just ended and then he tuned down the TV.
He was dressed in his long dress and then he adjusted his pair of eyeglass.
"Boys, I know you are not kids any longer but I want life to be easier for you" dad started.
We were used to his epistles. He would usually go on talk about how good his late wife was and then conclude he had finally found someone to fill the vacuum.

I had concluded dad was just an unlucky man. After my mum, all other women were either after his wealth or worse, his life.

I seized the opportunity of the one-sided discussion to trim my nails - both hands and toenails.
The discussion came to an abrupt end when KC snored.

The following weekend, dad sent KC and I to get some groceries from the mall. We got home only to be graced by an epitome of beauty. A wonderful figure clothed in a blue jean and a yellow Ankara blouse. Even the cloth couldn't completely hide her curves. Her red groomed toenails showed through the high-heels as she approached the living room from the lobby.
Her appearance coupled with her clean fair skin already explained she wasn't the hungry type.

Dad who had initially let us in through the gate, walked to her side and held her by the waist.

"This is Linda, the one I talked to you guys about the other night" dad introduced. "My new found love" he added. We laughed softly.

"And this must be the big boys, I mean big men of the house" a sweet voice replied, pointing towards KC and I. We collectively burst into laughter .
Even if what she said wasn't that funny, it just have to be funny.

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There was a knock on the gate, the doorbell wasn't functional. It was KC .He was back from the evening tutorials in preparation for the university entrance examinations.

"Get the gate opened for your brother" mum guessed.

"Wait" mum halted me as I made to exit the main door "did you spill a drink on the chair ? " mum asked.

"Yes, I mistakenly spilled wa.."

"Shut up! You have messed up my skirt with water because of your carelessness. You don't act matured enough, that's why your brother gets physical with you. I think you still need a baby sitter . Maybe Lizzy will do! " mum kept yelling .

It was at least better to admit to carelessly spilling water.

"You have left me no choice than to still change my clothes even when I'm so tired" her voice faded as she left for her room.

At the time, KC was already banging the gate harder and issuing threats to me for responding late.

"What took you so long?" KC asked as he forced his way into the compound. By the time I finished locking the gate, KC had gone into the house.

"KC, get your bag and throw it anywhere you want to but not in the living room" I said .

"Can't you see I'm very tired?" KC fired back.

"Who isn't tired? Mr. , Please get your back out of here now befo..."

" pleassssseeee" KC expressed , shutting me up . "Have you not been home throughout?"

The expression got me infuriated and I moved closer to him. KC sprang to his feet and got ready for our usual fight .

There was suddenly a loud bang, short scream, followed by sounds from breaking ceramics.
The sound didn't come from us , perhaps, the fight hadn't started , but the scream was that of mum and the bang emanated from her room.

KC and I dashed our way up the stairs to her room ,then to her closet where she had gone to change and clean herself.

The ground was littered with pieces of ceramics caused by a large fraction of broken wash hand basin. There were blood spills all over .

There, mum laid beneath the broken basin, gasping only with her blouse on,her under wears but the troublesome skirt laid in a corner .She slipped and had hit her head against the basin which shattered it and caused a deep slash on her head.
The little water that dropped from the faucet washed part of the blood into the ground drain.

With lots of confusion and panicking , KC and I carried her quavering body into her car. The neighborhood wasn't the type that anyone could be reached for help easily.
KC seemed to be a little more in control of himself than I and then He drove us to the hospital.

I had initially put a call through to dad and he immediately joined us at the hospital.

Mum died.

My cum and Lizzy's had led to the death of my mum !

u actually killed her.

"So Dad, when have guys been seeing?" KC asked.
Dad agreed that they had been going out for about four months already.
I quickly wished in my mind that this one would stay . For the first time, I wished to be in dad's position.

Dad just brought us a mother who is barely ten years older than I am.

Seven months later, Aunty Linda had become our new Mum and she now lived legally in the house.

KC and Aunty Linda got along so well, possibly because of his casual nature but I found it very difficult to call her "mum". She could only pass for an elder sister to me.

If it became necessary to talk to her, I made sure I mumbled the first part or I simply jump directly to the issue if I don't need to call her attention.
She probably noticed my sudden introverted nature towards her and decided to keep to herself .
KC was still in the university and I was being held at home because of the strike.
It was obvious she became bored most times and she had made her phone or the TV her companion when dad was out, or she simply treated her nails or go out shortly on very few occasions.