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Evelyn gave me her body cream to rub on my body. I still had to wear the clothes I wore the previous day. Thankfully, they still looked quite neat.

“When are you coming around again?” Evelyn asked. That was a million dollar question I could not answer right away.

“I’ll call you to let you know,” I said.

I left the apartment. The air outside smelt very fresh and refreshing. It was good to feel the natural phenomenon again. as I drove my car away from the area, I thought of the lie to give Jenni. It had to be a convincing one.

What if I told her I went to the club, was there till late night and was arrested by the police on my way home? Would that be tenable? She would ask why I didn’t call her.

Alright, I would say my phones were seized and switched off. It was only this morning they released me and handed the phone back.

Maybe it was not a good lie, but I could think of nothing else to tell her. I switched on my phones and called her. She picked it at the second ring.

“Hello, Jenni …”

“Goodness, where have you been?” she asked. Her anxiety was palpable. “I’ve been worried sick about you. What happened to you, darling?”

“Oh, it’s a long story. I was arrested and slept in police station overnight. I’ve just been released. When we see, we’ll talk in details.”

“Oh, my God. I’ve been so worry. Hope all is well with you.”

“I’m okay, my dear. I’m alright now.”

“Oh thank God for that.”

“Don’t worry, when we see, I’ll explain more,” I reassured. “See you.”

“Alright, dear.”

Phew! I whistled softly to myself as I cut the line. In a way, I was arrested. Yes, I was arrested by Evelyn and her friend. It was just that Jenni, my dear wife, must not know what kind of arrest it was. I decided there would be no need to go home right away. Jenni would go to work, so we would meet later in the day.
I drove straight to the office.


* * *


By few minutes after twelve noon, I got a call from Augusta.

“Hello, lover-boy,” she greeted. “How’s everything in Lagos?”

“Hi, Augusta. How’re you? Everything is fine here.”

“I hope you enjoyed the company of Evelyn yesterday.”

I grinned to myself. That was one moment I would never forget. “Sure, I did. It was fantastic.”

“Yes, I know it would be. I trust Evelyn on that.”
I grinned to myself again. Evelyn and her friend, Apple, were indeed wild ones.

“You can say that again,” I said. “When are you coming back to Lagos?”

She paused slightly. “I don’t know yet. Everything depends on how things turn out to be.”

I didn’t want to probe further. “Okay, Augusta.”
We chatted a bit more before she disjoined the line. Some minutes after Augusta called, I received another call, this time from unknown number.

“Hello,” I said into the mouth piece.”

“Hello lover-boy.” It was a female voice. It sounded somehow familiar, but I could not place who it belonged to yet.

“Hello. How’s your day?” I asked cautiously.

“Do you know who is on the line?” the caller asked.

I grinned. “I’m sorry I’m not very sure.”

“Can you guess?”

I hate when I was asked to hazard a guess.

“Sorry, I’ll rather not guess.”

“Alright, this is Apple on the line.”





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Arin rolled her eyes and gave me a look like I’d grown Goat horns from the top of my head. then she shook her head again and got up. “I’m Going to Go take a shower. you want to watch another Game of Thrones episode tonight?”

I blinked twice again, letting my shoulders sag. Either I’d misheard her, or I’d heard her correctly but Arin was too embarrassed to admit it. Either way , I realized I shouldn’t press the issue and instead focused on answering her last question. “Yeah, Game of Thrones. Sure.” like I said, we were all out of good new shows to watch and by now had resorted to reruns.

Arin gave me a tight smile and turned the corner to head for the stairs.

But dammit if I wasn’t stuck with the image of Arin rubbing herself in the shower now.

Pornny. Pronto, I told myself. With some busty slut that doesn’t look anything like Arin.

It was five days later when Arin and I cued up a new core exercise video, this time a 40-minute gangling Joe vid. We’d already seen all the good thenx, Blogilates, and delightful Ritavids, and gangling Joe did have some really long workouts that pushed us even harder.

Thing is: Upper-body workouts tire me out but don’t make me really sweat. Same Goes for lower-body workouts, for that matter. But the core and cardio workouts really push me to my limits since they never really stop. you can’t catch your breath. And after thirty minutes feeling my sweat-soaked shirt sticking to my skin, I finally just ripped it off and kept Going.

Five minutes later, I noticed Arin checking out my naked torso. two minutes after that, I noticed her doing it again. She didn’t say anything, and I didn’t react in any way to make it obvious that I’d caught her, but I couldn’t un-notice her either.

And then hell, I let myself give Arin a once over with my eyes as well. To be perfectly honest, her body reminded me a lot of Pamela Reif’s, and tonight she wore a skin-tight Lululemon tee and volleyball shorts that showed off her thigh gap (she was on the Varsity team at school). I noticed that SHE noticed me checking her out, and suddenly I was blushing as pink as Arin had been five days earlier.

When we were done, Arin went upstairs to take a shower. I went to my desk chair to watch some Pornny, taking care not to pick anything that reminded me of my little cousin. The problem was, I kept imagining that Arin was masturbating in the shower, and despite the moving pictures of busty young sluts crawling all over each other and one lucky guy on the screen before me, I couldn’t get that image out of my mind.

And I did not want to ejaculate while thoughts of Arin were in my head. that was just... inappropriate.

Bottom line: I didn’t get off before Arin finished her shower. Feeling quite easy, I really just wanted to get my own shower over with, so I grabbed my towel and went to wait for her to come out of the bathroom. I suppose I could have Gone to use the big shower in our parents’ master bedroom, but Arin and I had al way s used the hall way bathroom. Only Bukky ever went into our parents’ bathroom, whether it was to shower or use the toilet.

Now let me make clear that I didn’t usually wait for my cousin to emerge. Usually, my post-workout jerk-off sessions lasted longer than her shower, so she was al way s already in her bedroom by the time I came out. not that she walked naked out of the bathroom or anything like that, but Arin was certainly surprised when she popped the door.

Arin had very long, very fine hair. She was quite proud of it and took care of it religiously. When dry, it hung in a shimmering curtain half way down her back, accentuating her willowy, lengthy body. Still damp, as it was now, it stuck tightly to her scalp, drawing my attention to her large, luminous eyes as she stared at me, her pouty lips slightly parted as if panting with arousal.

Or, you know, gasping in surprise to see her brother waiting just outside the door. One or the other.

Holding her dirty clothes in one hand, she was wearing her towel wrapped around her torso with the fold tucked into her cleavage. My eyes had darted to that cleavage for a moment and then trailed down the exposed skin of her long, lithe legs. I turned a way in embarrassment, muttering “Sorry! Sorry!” for surprising her and silently chastising myself for ogling her just now. She muttered something in reply, quietly enough that I didn’t catch it immediately, and went into her bedroom. I waited until I heard the door latch click shut before I turned back around to Go into the bathroom, praying fervently that she hadn’t noticed the massive bulge in my gym shorts.

Only then did her words filter into my brain: “It’s okay. I don’t mind you looking.”

I didn’t have the brain power at this moment to process that, so I hurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

And my damn hard-on wouldn’t Go a way .

“I don’t mind you looking”? Seriously. What the hell is going on? Is my little cousin ... like ... interested? In me?





Home Alone With Steamy Cousins: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005

NICE ONE.

We had been in quarantine way too long.

Am -I- interested in my cousin? Da fuq?

This was so inappropriate.

My erect column of meat bobbed and weaved unceasingly as I tried (and failed) to focus on shampooing my hair and then washing my face. I grabbed it a couple of times, half-heartedly giving it a few jerks before letting Go to concentrate on soaping my body.

But once everything was rinsed off, I sighed and bent my head forward, taking a firm but supple hold of my shaft and stroking it with the intent to get myself off as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, dirty thoughts of Arin rubbing herself off in this very shower just minutes prior kept invading my mind. I tried to recall the physical features of my Pornny vixens. I tried to remember exactly

What Beauty looked like naked. I even tried to subtly morph the image in my head of Arin’s body to put Pamela Reif’s face on top of it, tonoavail. Somebody had inceptioned the idea of my little cousin masturbating into my mind, and I couldn’t get it out!

I realized I wasn’t Going to spurt anytime soon, not without thinking of Arin that is. not wanting to waste water, I switched off the spray and started drying off.

My massive schlong refused to Go down, and I resolved to cueing up Pornny or perhaps opening one of my favorite erotica stories as soon as I got back to my room. I just knew I’d have to do it fast, because Arin would be waiting for me to start Game of Thrones soon.

I wrapped my towel around my waist, chuckling at the obscene tent I was pitching at a 45-degree upward angle. Eager to get to my masturbation session, I grabbed my dirty clothes with one hand and opened the door with the other to hurriedly step outside...

... and nearly ran into Bukky. My big cousin had been passing down the hall way , and she yelped in shock and jerked a way when my face suddenly loomed just a few inches a way from hers.

I jerked a way myself, taking a quick side-step to avoid bumping into her, and we both came to a stop a couple of feet a way from each other, eyes wide open in surprise.

“Sorry! Sorry!” I apologized.

“ My goodness, you scared me!” Bukky exclaimed, holding her hand over her heart. But then her eyes dropped down my torso, taking in my bulging pecs and tense abs. I really did have a six-pack, and was quite proud of it, which was why I continued to do all those core workout videos. And then my cousin’s eyes got really big as she saw the bulging tent in my towel.

Right then, my towel slipped off completely. In my haste to side-step a collision, I had apparently stretched the limits of friction a single towel tuck can make. With my hands held up and to my sides in a defensive, apologetic posture, I was helpless to stop the terrycloth from puddling to the floor, revealing my throbbing manhood in all its glory.

It was not that I stayed in that position to let her ogle a way or anything. I felt the towel slipping down my thighs and had frantically tried to grab it before it fell, tonoavail. It only took a second for me to duck down, grab the offending fabric with my right hand and hoist it over my crotch.

My left hand likewise pinned my dirty clothes over my crotch, and I was left standing there, blushing beet red in embarrassment trying to cover my unclothedness.

Bukky blinked twice, still staring at my midsection as if she had X-ray vision and could see straight through both the bunched-up towel and my dirty clothes.

Either that, or the sight of my naked dick had been burned into her retinas and she could still see afterimages of the thick column of mushroom-headed meat. Whatever the reason, it was clear she wasn’t about to move, so I did the first thing that came to mind.

I chuckled nervously and scampered down the hall way to my room, nevermind that I had to show my big cousin my naked butt the whole way . And it was only once I was in the privacy of a room with a closed door that I finally began to exhale.

On the bright side, being scared goodnessless was not the most arousing sensation in the world, and when I tossed my dirty clothes into the hamper and looked down at my crotch, I found that it had nearly Gone soft all on its own.

At least now Arin wouldn’t have to wait for me long to start Game of Thrones.




Home Alone With Steamy Cousins: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005

But Arin shook her head in the negative as she studiously avoided my eyes, focusing a little too hard as she put her dumbbells a way . But there was no mistaking the bright pink flush of her face. “I just said I agree with Bukky. You’re pretty ripped,” she muttered.

“Not that part. The other part.”

Arin shrugged and played dumb. “What other part?”

I blinked twice. I hadn’t imagined her saying that, had I? “The part about you ... I mean ... uhhh...”

Arin rolled her eyes and gave me a look like I’d grown goat horns from the top of my head. then she shook her head again and got up. “I’m going to go take a shower. You wanna watch another Game of Thrones episode tonight?”

I blinked twice again, letting my shoulders sag. Either I’d misheard her, or I’d heard her correctly but Arin was too embarrassed to admit it. Either way , I realized I shouldn’t press the issue and instead focused on answering her last question. “Yeah, Game of Thrones. Sure.” Like I said, we were all out of good new shows to watch and by now had resorted to reruns.

Arin gave me a tight smile and turned the corner to head for the stairs.

But dammit if I wasn’t stuck with the image of Arin rubbing herself in the shower now.

Pornny. Pronto, I told myself. With some busty slut that doesn’t look anything like Arin.

It was five days later when Arin and I cued up a new core exercise video, this time a 40-minute gangling Joe vid. We’d already seen all the good thenx, Blogilates, and delightful Ritavids, and gangling Joe did have some really long workouts that pushed us even harder.

Thing is: Upper-body workouts tire me out but don’t make me really sweat. Same goes for lower-body workouts, for that matter. But the core and cardio workouts really push me to my limits since they never really stop. You can’t catch your breath. And after thirty minutes feeling my sweat-soaked shirt sticking to my skin, I finally just ripped it off and kept going.

Five minutes later, I noticed Arin checking out my naked torso. Two minutes after that, I noticed her doing it again. She didn’t say anything, and I didn’t react in any way to make it obvious that I’d caught her, but I couldn’t un-notice her either.

And then hell, I let myself give Arin a once over with my eyes as well. To be perfectly honest, her body reminded me a LOT of Pamela Reif’s, and tonight she wore a skin-tight Lululemon tee and volleyball shorts that showed off her thigh gap (she was on the Varsity team at school). I noticed that SHE noticed me checking her out, and suddenly I was blushing as pink as Arin had been five days earlier.

When we were done, Arin went upstairs to take a shower. I went to my desk chair to watch some Pornny, taking care not to pick anything that reminded me of my little cousin. The problem was, I kept imagining that Arin was masturbating in the shower, and despite the moving pictures of busty young sluts crawling all over each other and one lucky guy on the screen before me, I couldn’t get that image out of my mind.

And I did not want to ejaculate while thoughts of Arin were in my head. that was just... inappropriate.

Bottom line: I didn’t get off before Arin finished her shower. Feeling quite antsy, I really just wanted to get my own shower over with, so I grabbed my towel and went to wait for her to come out of the bathroom. I suppose I could have gone to use the big shower in our parents’ master bedroom, but Arin and I had al way s used the hall way bathroom. Only Bukky ever went into our parents’ bathroom, whether it was to shower or use the toilet.

Now let me make clear that I didn’t usually wait for my cousin to emerge. Usually, my post-workout jerk-off sessions lasted longer than her shower, so she was al way s already in her bedroom by the time I came out. not that she walked naked out of the bathroom or anything like that, but Arin was certainly surprised when she popped the door.

Arin had very long, very fine hair. She was quite proud of it and took care of it religiously. When dry, it hung in a shimmering curtain half way down her back, accentuating her willowy, lengthy body. Still damp, as it was now, it stuck tightly to her scalp, drawing my attention to her large, luminous eyes as she stared at me, her pouty lips slightly parted as if panting with arousal.

Or, you know, gasping in surprise to see her brother waiting just outside the door. One or the other.

Holding her dirty clothes in one hand, she was wearing her towel wrapped around her torso with the fold tucked into her cleavage. My eyes had darted to that cleavage for a moment and then trailed down the exposed skin of her long, lithe legs. I turned a way in embarrassment, muttering “Sorry! Sorry!” for surprising her and silently chastising myself for ogling her just now. She muttered something in reply, quietly enough that I didn’t catch it immediately, and went into her bedroom. I waited until I heard the door latch click shut before I turned back around to go into the bathroom, praying fervently that she hadn’t noticed the massive bulge in my gym shorts.

Only then did her words filter into my brain: “It’s okay. I don’t mind you looking.”

I didn’t have the brain power at this moment to process that, so I hurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

And my damn hard-on wouldn’t go a way .

“I don’t mind you looking”? Seriously. What the hell is going on? Is my little cousin ... like ... interested? In me?

We had been in quarantine way too long.

Am -I- interested in my cousin? Da fuq?

This was so inappropriate.





Home Alone With Steamy Cousins: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005