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Evelyn put the bed cover on her and my body. Feeling exhausted and a bit unsettled, I soon fell asleep. It was a deep sleep. Hours later, a hand tapped on my left shoulder.

“Come on, Alex, it’s time to wake up.” It was Evelyn. I looked at her dreamily.

“You’ve got work to do,” she said.

I nodded dumbly. Of course, I got work to do.

“What time is it?”

“Six a.m.” It was the voice of Apple.

I was surprised to find her lying on the other side of the bed. Evelyn rubbed my chest. She wanted sex again? Gosh!

“Once you are through with us, you can start going,” Evelyn said.

I sighed. So, that was the work she said I had to do. Apple came to my side. I could see that she was wearing a similar sexy lingerie.

“This time around, your hands are free to use on us,” Evelyn put in. I nodded. She was quite right.

Well, I was in this already, so I better make the best of it. Apple brought her lips for a kiss. While we kissed, Evelyn’s hand went to my boxer and rubbed on my penis. In no time, the organ became erect.

My lips remained on Apple’s lips. Now, my hands squeezed on her boobs. I teased and caressed the nipples. Evelyn’s mouth went down to my dick. She shoved it in her mouth, gaggling with it.

“Uhmn, baby boy has got the warmest dick on earth,” she muttered. I grinned. It was a naughty comment, but I welcomed it.

I stepped up from handling Apple’s tits to using my tongue to tease and taunt them. I was so engrossed that I mistakenly bit the right nipple.

“Ouch!” she said.

“Oh sorry, baby. I got carried away.”

We continued our play. Evelyn had had enough of cock-sucking. She adjusted her posture so that she sat astride me. From here, she grinded on my cock.

Apple fondled her boobs while I used my mouth to handle Apple’s own. Seconds passed into minutes. With my eyes closed, I cummed right inside Evelyn’s cunt.

The ladies wanted more. I had no option than to oblige. By the time they gave me respite it was few minutes to six in the morning.

“Are you okay, or do you want more?” Evelyn asked. Of course, I was okay. I was definitely more than okay.

“I’m alright for now,” I said under my breath. It was the end of the show. What a time it had been. I went to the bathroom to run cold water on my body.

I returned to the bedroom. 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.



Love to Lust: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/love_to_lust/37678

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Pursing her lips, Bukky shot Arin a hateful glare before exhaling slowly, visibly relaxing as she did so.

She glanced down at her phone and muttered, “Fine.” With that, she turned and started heading for the stairs.

Taking a deep breath herself, Arin exhaled and rolled her eyes before slapping me in the chest. “Thanks, bro.”

I shrugged like it wasnobig deal and sat back down. Arin picked up the Roku remote and turned African Magic back on.

She also remembered to grab the television remote and thumb down the volume just before the African Magic “movie” intro blasted our ears again. And we sat back on the couch to resume our television program.

But just before the program resumed, I heard Bukky’s voice filter down through the silence as she bitched from upstairs, “I’m just so banging Hot!”

Arin heard it too, and we glanced at each other with matching smirks. Arin even started laughing, but then we returned our attention to the television.

The term “quarantine” is not basically accurate. According to the dictionary, a quarantine is when those who have been exposed to a communicable disease are put into isolation to prevent them from spreading that disease to the rest of the population, but neither my cousins nor I had any symptoms or other reason to believe we’d caught the coronavirus.

Still, it makes for a better adjective than “staying at home” or “under lockdown” or anything else. So everyone we knew just said they were “quarantined”, even if “isolation” was actually probably the better descriptor for our situation.

I saw my cousins more like sisters. They had been living with my parents for years, so we were well-knitted. None of us had spent significant time together for years prior to the pandemic.

Bukky was a senior in college, only months a way from graduation. I was a sophomore at a different university out of state. And Arin was still a senior in high school living at home. When schools closed, I got kicked out of the hostel and had to come home.

Bukky lived off-campus in an apartment with her friends, including Rhoda, but she was immunocompromised, which counted as an underlying condition that put her into the “at-risk” cateGory.

So our parents insisted she come home rather than continue to shack up with a bunch of college students who were far more likely to “break the bubble” in the name of spending more time with their friends.

As for Mom and Dad themselves, they had moved a hundred and fifty miles a way to stay with Mom’s parents, who were also “at-risk” due to their age and Grandpa’s liver issues. We kids were old enough to take care of ourselves for a few weeks, right?

Bukky was basically confined to the house, but Arin and I could get groceries, stock up on toilet paper, and get all the things that Amazon couldn’t provide. Plus, knowing that we were taking care of an immunocompromised cousin, we wouldn’t flaunt the rules or take risks like so many of our classmates.

But it was becoming so boring.

All three of us were taking classes on Zoom, but those didn’t take up all that much time. Our teachers tended to hold class for fifteen minutes, point us to the class website for a list of things to do, and then everybody was on their own.

I spent a good amount of time playing video games. My cousins the media platformd with their friends. And we practically lived in front of the television watching African Magic or Yoruba movie.

We got to be lazy. We got to slack off. It was a little like a staycation, and doing all that was nice for about week, maybe two. But two weeks became three. Three weeks became four, five, and six.

There had been no classes during the long break, which meant that by now we’d caught up on everything good to watch on African Magic or Yoruba movie and now were left with the crapnoone would’ve watched if we weren’t trapped in our house because of the pandemic, and a lot of those movies were bad.



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

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