It was the early summer of last year and I was on summer break from university, my girlfriend of eighteen months Louise had also arrived home from university as well and we had planned to spend quality time together during the break. Louise had managed to get a summer job daytime waitressing at a local hotel, and I had managed to get work in a small local factory making circuit boards for the summer as holiday cover. I worked permanent morning shifts (6-2) Monday to Friday while Louise worked the breakfast to lunch service from Tuesday to Saturday, it was pretty much the perfect set up for us to enjoy our summer and earn a bit of cash to keep us in beer.

I watched my Aunt’s eyes as she desperately tried to concentrate on the pile of clothes. Although the steam did provide some cover, it wasn’t enough to stifle her curiosity. As she leaned down to pick up the pile of clothes, my c0-ck pulsated, slowly growing aware of the presence of the female before it. After each heartbeat, it gained strength. By the time she had all my clothes in her hands, my c0-cck was already at full mast, with water trickling off its tip. As she went to stand up, her gaze wandered until it finally locked onto my engorged member. As soon as I saw her fixated, I stabbed my c0-cck sideways against the glass. The glass door rattled, and my Aunt fell backward while clutching my clothes tightly against her bosom.

“John honestly!” She stammered.

I laughed out loud at her befuddlement. Quickly she gathered herself and walked out of the bathroom. I gave my c0-cck a few short strokes but decided not to release my load, considering I would be getting a massage from my Aunt shortly. Although I had committed myself not to cross the line, I found myself not trying very hard. Subconsciously, I wanted to s3-duce my full-figured Aunt. I had become infatuated with every part of her body. Her hips had been difficult to ignore. They reminded me of the hips in a Venus painting I had once seen. ( Nude Venus at Her Mirror Painting by Diego Velázquez ) I loved how smooth her skin was, and thinking about rubbing my hard c0-cck against it made me want her even more. I finished my shower with my hard-on intact.

I put on some clean underwear and went to the kitchen to eat supper.

Rose looked at me and said, “I’ve noticed that you’ve gotten into the habit of coming in here like that, dear.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“In just your underwear, dear,” she replied.

I looked at her and said, “It’s more comfortable after working outdoors all day. Do you want me to put on some clothes?”

“Umm, no dear, it’s not necessary. I’m just not used to it.”

Rose plated our meals and brought them to the table. We ate and had a casual conversation about the farm and the neighbors. When we finished eating, Rose cleared the table, and I helped her wash the dishes.

“Thanks for the help with the dishes, dear. You didn’t have to, you know,” Rose said, and k!-$$ed my cheek.

“You cook, wash my clothes, and take care of me. It’s the least I could do,” I replied.

“Are you ready for your massage, dear?” she asked.

“Give me a minute,” I said, “I’ll meet you in the living room.”

I went to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and wrapped a towel around my waist. As I stared down the hallway, I was entranced by my Aunt, who was sitting Indian-style, reading a book. She was wearing short pink shorts, which said “lovable” across the back. I remember admiring how the word stretched slightly due to the ample size of her a$$. She had a short button-up blouse, but her t!ts were partly visible through the gaps between each button. It also didn’t help that she had not fastened the top three buttons. She had her reading glasses on, and her brown hair fell down the left side of her face. She looked a lot younger, sitting like that next to the fireplace.

In a daze, I walked towards her with only the small white towel wrapped around me. Before I made my presence known, she put her book down and stretched. Her arms reached for the ceiling, and her back arched like a limber gymnast. Her br3-@sts pushed hard against her blouse, and the buttons strained to contain the bounty she possessed. As she lowered her arms, she saw me.

“Honey, aren’t you going to put some clothes on?” Rose asked incredulously.

“I thought you were going to give me a massage,” I said in a child-like voice.

“Well yeah, but you could put some clothes on you know…” she said.

“No, its okay. I don’t want to get any oil on them, ” I said quickly when I saw the bottle of oil next to her.

“hmm… makes sense I suppose,” She said slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging my intentions, I could clearly see.

She extended a bath towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on one side.

“Well, come over here,” she beckoned with both hands.

I strode towards her, and I could see her eyeing my body behind the glare of her glasses. Watching her do this made me even more excited. I laid face down and unwrapped the towel, letting it cover my a$$. Soon after, I felt my Aunt’s weight over me as she straddled me. I could feel her soft legs with my hands as she started massaging my shoulders. I could see her shadow against the wall, and I could already imagine her br3-@sts swaying back and forth as she ran her hands across my back.
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I dey busy dey sleep, when person call my phone, shey na my neighbour dey disturb my life with her useless music? Abi na who be this one na?

I wake up, pick the call, naim I hear one guy voice o.

“Hello, martins, how far man? Na the voice wey I hear be that. Na wao I said to myself. I even think say na lady dey call me?

“Hey guy, wetin happen na? I told the guy. Can I help you?”

“Bro we no dey fight na” the guy replied.

“OK, o wetin dey happen? And who be you?”

“Na Daniel your colleague na. So you no get my number? Na wa for you o”

“Daniel? Which Daniel? OK OK Daniel Chibuzor?”

“Yes na” he answered.

“OK na Daniel any gist? “

“Gist full pass st peter Catholic church jiwa o. Guy we get match with euro facade fc o. We don agree say na you go help us officiate am. Abeg na only you we trust for a free and fair officiating.”

“Which kain free and fair officiating be that one?

Una go pay me? A toad does not run for nothing on the day time o”

” no worry” he said to me, we no go pay on cash but in kind”

Well weda cash or kind. Pay na pay.

“When be the match” I ask am

Na today o. In fact na two hours time. He answered.

Immediately, sleep clear from my eyes. I run enter bathroom, the match venue na Gsm village Abuja, and I dey stay for gwagwa, I know say from my residence to Gsm village go take like one hour. And I need to dey there before the match.

In order to get balanced mind, based on my own analysis, I first rush go bath, then go meet mama Zola,

“Mama good afternoon malle, abeg you get original mc dowell?

Which kain useless question be that na? You dey craze abi you want make thunder fire your nyash?”

“Ha! Mama e nova reach like that na, shey na play I dey play na?

” your father lap, who dey follow you play that kain mumu play? If una don smoke that nonsense weed wey una dey smoke, una head to begin dey think say red label na beer”

Ha. I surprise for that kain mama wey even sabi red label. But I no wan follow her talk any how, so I just apologized to her and tell her say make she give me mc dowell of 350 make I dey go house.

As I reach house, I no even bother bath again, cos the argument and some other things took so much time, and if I bath, after the match I go still bath. That one be me like say na waste of time and water. Water scarce pass fuel for my side.

I pick my football kits, I know say na referring job i wan do, but I no be Howard Webb na abi na Martin acktinson? Abeg make una leave me jare.

I rush one keke napep wey dey go life camp.

Keke man, how much be life camp?

#100nahe said?

“Chai, eajala no good o. #100 for this kain short journey? Nigeria don baje like tomatoes.

” kei Dan isca na fa. Gutsun uwarka”

The mumu no know say I don spend many years for samaru in Zaria, Kaduna state.

“Ubanka shey na una go vote baba abi? Na una go suffer am pass na.

” kai, I go slaf me o. I dey craze? Why is dey sfoil our fresident credibility?”

“Abokii, carry your wahala dey go abeg. I no get power for your wahala. ” make we dey go na. I said to him.
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My wife’s family has always

been odd. Backwoods country

with backwoods manners. I’m

often surprised my wife is the

result as she has always been

polite and always presented

herself as a lady. Her younger

sister Liz, on the other hand, is

every bit the expected result of

her parents. Fun girl, but too

experienced for her 16 years.

Well too comfortable with

saying “fv*ck”.

Liz got herself into trouble

back home and it was decided

that she would live with my

wife and I in another state. She

craved physical attention and

would often sit leaning against

one of us. It wasn’t

uncommon for her to push me

when walking past or tackle

me when on the floor or sofa.

My wife thought it was cute

and funny that she was so

attached to me and would

encourage the playful banter.

The playfulness began to

change somewhat, but it was

never anything specific. When

she rolled over on top of me,

she would quietly stare. Again,

nothing specific, but long

enough to take notice. Her

hands would wander a bit.

Never inappropriate, but on

places they’ve never been like

my inner thighs and lower

abdomen.

One night, she was being

especially nice to me. I was

laying face down on our bed

talking to my wife sitting next

to me. Liz was straddling my

legs and massaging my upper

back. This wasn’t uncommon.

In fact, it became fairly routine

for her to give me a massage.

I was so deep into the

massage and conversation

that it took me a while a

realize something. I could feel

her on the back of one of my

legs where she was straddling.

I wasn’t feeling the fabric of

clothes, but bare skin under

her short robe. I did my best to

carry on the conversation, but

all that was on my mind was

her on my leg. I could clearly

feel stubble from where she

recently shaved. I tried to tell

myself that she wasn’t aware

of what she was doing and

tried to scoot forward to get

myself out of that position, but

she planted her weight on my

leg to let me know she wasn’t

finished.

She released her weight and

sat up a bit. I could feel the

cool air on my now wet leg

before she pressed down

against me again. Not wanting

my wife to know what was

happening, I tried to put a

stop of it, thanking her for the

massage and saying how

much better my back felt.

Being the playful girl she is, Liz

said “You’re welcome.” Before

smashing my face into the bed

and slowly sliding down the

back of my leg leaving a trail of

her wetness. She then went off

to her room leaving me in

conversation with my wife and

trying to figure out what just

happened.

The next morning was just a

normal day. As if nothing

happened. My wife went to

work and I drove Liz to school.

I really expected her to

mention something about the

night before, but she was

talking about everything but

that. I tried to bring it up, but

she pretended she didn’t

know what I was talking

about. We arrived at her school

before I could get her to talk

about it.

The next few weeks at home

were about the same. Nothing

happened like before, but it

was obvious something

changed, but not really in a

bad way. We were all getting

along just as well as before.

One night, I was lying on my

back in bed talking to my wife

again. There was a huge pile

of laundry next to me that my

wife was folding. We were

talking about her mother once

again asking to borrow

money.

Liz came in wearing her short

robe. Her hair wet from her

shower. She started to help my

wife fold the clothes while

adding to the conversation.

Occasionally, stopping to

throw a piece of clothing at my

face which I did my best to

ignore. After a few minutes of

clothes piling on my head, I

took the whole pile and tossed

it at Liz.

She took that as a challenge

and immediately jumped and

straddled me. My wife jokingly

told her not to hurt me which

further instigated and she got

rougher. She grabbed me by

the wrists pushing all her

weight against them. When

she sat up it took her a

moment to notice her robe

opened just enough for me to

see her cl3@vage all the way to

her waist. My wife didn’t see,

but I certainly did. Liz caught

me looking and laughed while

closing and tying her robe.

I did my best to think about

something else, but my mind

was stuck on what I just saw

and my d*!ck began to swell.

She again leaned forward

pressing my wrists against the

bed. Her face leaned in close

and she just stared into my

eyes. My wife was barely

paying attention to us by then

and was watching the news

on TV.

Liz released her grip from my

wrists and untucked her robe

from behind her before sitting

back down against me. I

panicked from what I felt. My

d!*ck was now hard and found

its way through the front of

my boxer shorts. It was being

pinned down by her n@k3d

pv*ssy.

I began to struggle, but the

more I struggled the harder

she held me down.
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