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CONFESSIONS OF A ROUGH, RUGGED AND RAW 9JA GUY PART 1
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Arrrgh, growing up wasnt quite easy,
from a
family of four Mum, dad and two sons, i
had
lost my younger Bro a few years ago, he
died
the last time my mum took us to her
village,
Delta state, Habbi town, he was killed by
my
step grandmother, she poisoned him,
life
became a little difficult for me, i had no
siblings to talk to, i missed him dearly
but i
wish life was like video games were you
could earn extra lives,so wen the current
one
dies you could use the other but too
bad i
will never see him again.
One evening, I
stood in front of my house just outside
the
gate,ttwo kids were fighting,i wanted to
settle
them but something held me back
instead i
watched them profusely like a football
match,
it was obvious one was older than the
other,
so without doubt you ll know the older
one is
bullying the younger, the next thing was
that
the younger one’s brother came, didnt
even
ask but joined the fight, together they
fought
the other boy till they overpowered
him,this
time i had to stop them. After a while i
asked
myself if i get into a fight who ll fight
for me,
tears ran from my chick down to my
eyes, i
realised that those kids just thougth me
something *who ll fight for me now?* i
said
soberly to myself,theres nothing like
blood
wish i had a bro or sis, i was just four
years
old when he died, i hadnt realy enjoyed
that
brotherly love,the words ‘Emeka i miss
you’,its so lonely and sad being an only
son.
At 18 i had already grown into a spoilt
boy, i
was an only son and was pampered like
an
egg, at that age i had already watched
Indecency movies that would last me a
life
time, but still have’nt had my 1st s-x,
smoking cigerate followed and then beer
came in, my dad n mum both go to
work
early and come back late, my Dad is a
Businessman and my Mum owned a
Supermarket, i was still asking my 1st
love
out and Chizzy hadnt said yes,have
been
asking her out since i was 16, and now
at 18
the yes had’nt come, she was just
scared cos
she was 15 then and was still a novice
that
hadnt even gotten her 1st kiss. Always
wondering what my 1st s-x would be
like, an
icing on the cake Esther came into the
scene,
she stayed not to far from my Mum’s
supermarket. I often go hang out at my
mum’s shop and sometimes help her
sell.
When ever Esther saw me she called me
her
African Prince, the song was reigning
like no
one has sang a song in Nigeria at that
period, she kept doing that wenever she
saw
me, so i started calling her my African
Queen
too. One thing led to another we became
close, we wrote our Waec Exams
then,we
attended different secondary schools.
she fell
in love asked me out,i said yes, even
without
having feelings 4 her. I was still striving
for
my 1st s-x, so why should i say no.
Six months into the relationship, we stiil
have’nt had s-x, she comes to my
house, and
all we kept doing was kisses and
caresses, i
just find myself refusing her.
On June 24th 2004, this faithful day
history
was about to be made, she came to my
house with her face frowned, i knew
something was wrong. As she sat down
the
next thing Esther said was ”Ken, do you
love
me?”, ”Why the question i asked?” , ”its
six
months now and you ve not had s-x
with me
or do i disgust you?” She asked, ”please
dont
sound like that i replied”, ”you must
sleep
with me orelse your parents will meet
me
here today”, she said, you could see the
seriousness in her face. I laughed went
to my
room, not knowing she was right behind
me,
standing at the entrance, i took my
pijamas
off, tied my towel, as i turned to enter
my
bathroom, she rushed then grabed my
dikkk
holding it together with the
towel,”sumtin
wey get mind of em own” it rose so
hard
standing like a Lion steering at his prey
eyeball to eyeball, i held her and was
pushing
her straight to the sitting room, instead
she
dragged me to the opposite room not
far
away, it was my parents room so it was
always locked if they were’nt around, i
pushed the knob down(just to check if it
was
locked), all of a sudden it sprang open
”that’s
awkward i told myself, JEZ! So they
thought
they locked it, i said, i draged her in, she
was
looking at everywhere with surprise,
”this
room is spacious and beautiful”, she
said, ”its
my parents room what do you expect”, i
replied, my dikck still standing strong
like
Olomo rock, i pushed her on the bed,
you
want s-x shey, ”bad gurl u want 2 see
my
bad side?” I asked, ”i doubt if you are
bad”
she replied, ”make i clear your doubt” i
said.
I pulled her top and bra off, drew her
skirt
up, she was wearing a low waist sexy
blue
p@nt, i tore it off her waist out of
desperation, my middle finger went into
her
wet Well, and my finger was going to
and fro,
while my mouth was doing damage sU-
Cking
one of her boobbs,and the other hand
squeezing the other boobbs, she was
m0an!
ng,”awww you are bad? ‘please i need
you
inside me, she said, she was so wet, i
slotted
my dikk in2 her wet cunnt, and was
riding
her like a horse, i was very fast with my
t—-t,
if Usain Bolt is the fastest man in the
world,he wouldnt beat me on a 100
metres s-
x race at that moment,he ll be shocked
dat
his world record was mere a fluke,i was
d–n
fast,my hands were doing damages,1
was on
her b0s0ms,the other was rubing her
c–t.it
was my 1st so it was the normal ontop
stlye,
i was the capt on the ship, i finally came
inside her after, 12 to 15mins, Ken you
are
bad you ve done this before, she
confidently
said,i swear its my 1st and what a bad
way
to start, on my parents matrimonial bed,
can
you imagine, i replied. You go bad gaan
be
that, said she, the adventure has just
begun i
replied,she packed her clothes, i
arranged the
room, made sure it was neat just as i
met it,
we closed the door and headed to my
room,
she droped our her clothes, i hung on to
my
towel and we headed for the bathroom.

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OROPO; THE VILLAGE OF THE GOD’S PART 1 . Milk in the hands of the tyrant A long tym ago, in the western part of Nigeria,was a village known as OROPO. As the name implies, the village possessed a large scale of land. This land of OROPO was “flowing with milk and honey”. The land could grow any kind of crop, the yield every year was bountiful not to talk of the animals in d forest that makes any hunter who ventures into the forest happy, because he knows he going to have a big catch. Clean water from various rivers and streams were not exceptions of the natural endowment of OROPO village. But the people of this village suffered from a tyrant king. He was known as OBA ADEAGBO. Adeagbo will always say to himself; “my fathers fought for this land, where were their fathers” he will boostfully say. “all the farm animals, forest animals, farm products infact everything belongs to me Adeagbo, whatsoever I want will I give to the people and that’s whenever I want it”. He will always laugh after saying this loudly in his beautiful, well-decorated and big palace. He had only one chief, definitely it will be his beautiful wife ADESEWA. Adesewa took after her husband, she was so proud and arrogant. ADESEWA was the controller of all the women at that time. She had hundreds of girls as her servants. Adesewa was cruel too, seizing daughters to become servants, beheading men who went against her wishes and so many abominable things she did to her people. The people suffered from this royal couple for a long time. (What is the solution to the problem of these helpless people…hmmm…who knows…). At the extreme end of the village which serves as a border between OROPO and the NEXT village called ARAROMI, lived a farmer and young lady that happened to be the wife of the farmer. The farmer’s name was OGUNDELE and his wife, FOLASHADE. This couple were a bit comfortable than any other family in the village because DELE practised a large scale in Araromi which was close to his house but pretends to be cultivating a small plot of maize beside the house so that the king’s guards will not know anything about his survival. A faithful day, Dele went to perform farm practices on his land in Araromi village. Dele was a very strong and hard working young man. As soon as he got there, of a surprise to him, the clouds began to change, everything was becoming dark looking as if it wants to rain. Dele was feeling dizzy heavily to the extent that he fell to the ground at some point. Dele’s eyes began to close when he observed that spirits were coming out of the surrounding trees……(What happened to Dele? Were the spirits after Dele? Why were they after Dele?… that’s what we will get to know in the next episode. Bye for now…)
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OROPO; THE VILLAGE OF THE GOD’S PART 1 . Milk in the hands of the tyrant A long tym ago, in the western part of Nigeria,was a village known as OROPO. As the name implies, the village possessed a large scale of land. This land of OROPO was “flowing with milk and honey”. The land could grow any kind of crop, the yield every year was bountiful not to talk of the animals in d forest that makes any hunter who ventures into the forest happy, because he knows he going to have a big catch. Clean water from various rivers and streams were not exceptions of the natural endowment of OROPO village. But the people of this village suffered from a tyrant king. He was known as OBA ADEAGBO. Adeagbo will always say to himself; “my fathers fought for this land, where were their fathers” he will boostfully say. “all the farm animals, forest animals, farm products infact everything belongs to me Adeagbo, whatsoever I want will I give to the people and that’s whenever I want it”. He will always laugh after saying this loudly in his beautiful, well-decorated and big palace. He had only one chief, definitely it will be his beautiful wife ADESEWA. Adesewa took after her husband, she was so proud and arrogant. ADESEWA was the controller of all the women at that time. She had hundreds of girls as her servants. Adesewa was cruel too, seizing daughters to become servants, beheading men who went against her wishes and so many abominable things she did to her people. The people suffered from this royal couple for a long time. (What is the solution to the problem of these helpless people…hmmm…who knows…). At the extreme end of the village which serves as a border between OROPO and the NEXT village called ARAROMI, lived a farmer and young lady that happened to be the wife of the farmer. The farmer’s name was OGUNDELE and his wife, FOLASHADE. This couple were a bit comfortable than any other family in the village because DELE practised a large scale in Araromi which was close to his house but pretends to be cultivating a small plot of maize beside the house so that the king’s guards will not know anything about his survival. A faithful day, Dele went to perform farm practices on his land in Araromi village. Dele was a very strong and hard working young man. As soon as he got there, of a surprise to him, the clouds began to change, everything was becoming dark looking as if it wants to rain. Dele was feeling dizzy heavily to the extent that he fell to the ground at some point. Dele’s eyes began to close when he observed that spirits were coming out of the surrounding trees……(What happened to Dele? Were the spirits after Dele? Why were they after Dele?… that’s what we will get to know in the next episode. Bye for now…)
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S£X, DRUGS AND BEING AN AGBERA (18+) PART 1 .
Opening my eyes was harder than it should be, but when I did, I heard voices. Both within and outside my head. I was in a tent like structure made of wood. The floor was clay and the roof was aluminium sheets. A Danfo bus was packed infront of me. My mouth was dry and tongue heavy. I was lying on a piece of rag. The clothes I was in, I couldnt remember having. I didnt know where I was, then it dawned on me me……I didnt know who I was. I sat up with a probing pain in my head telling me it was a bad idea. Then the voices got clearer, I was in a motor park. The people outside were screaming ‘Abuja’, ‘okene’, ‘Auchi’…I passed out. When I woke up, it was pretty dark. Some people sat beside me. While some were eating, others were smoking, a few had little bottles of gin with them. They seemed to ignore me as I looked at them. I had my eyes fixated at one in particular. He had ugly tribal marks and spoke really fast. They all seemed to listen to him as spoke. I tried to talk but I couldnt. My throat hurt. My head was still hurting too, running my hands through my head I felt stitches and something that could have been a gash. Touching it hurt but it looked like the only link to my past. I guess it was really late because some of the guys around started leaving, others slept on benches and some on the floor. A couple of others entered d danfo dat I had seen earlier. >>Story From => www.naijanoisemakers.com That was when she came in. I didnt know who she was but I knew she was coming straight. for me. She held a plate in her right hand and a satchet of water on her left. She was brown in complexion, with full b0s0ms and piercing eyes with heavily applied Tiro. ‘Eat’, she said gently like I was a kid. I had a million questions to ask her but I couldnt talk just yet. What came out of my mouth was incoherent. Even my goddam name would have been fine. Why cant she just say my name? She noticed my pain as she placed her hand on d stitches on my head n caressed it. ‘Please eat, you will say everything you want to later, we have more questions for you then you have for us’, she said in Yoruba. I freaking knew she was speaking yoruba, I could also perfectly understand her. That was d first clue I had of my past. I was a Yoruba boy or I have lived in yoruba land for a while. Secondly and a little troubling, I liked b0s0ms. I woke up inbetween a guy on singlets, whose snores must have been the reason why I woke up, and the girl who had brought me food earlier. Across the tent were some other people sleeping on a piece of rag like we did. I took a look at the guy on singlets, his slightly exposed mouth was almost crashing into my nose. He had bushy brows and a thin moustache. He looked handsome. I tried to remember how I looked but I couldnt. Then it occured to me that seeing my face might bring back memories. I stood up and it was surprisingly easy, I tiptoed so as not to wake all the people scattered around me. My aim was to get to the danfo and look at the mirror. Unfortunately its side mirrors were broken. I decided against looking at the windows because of the people sleeping inside. The only other option was for me to step outside the tent. Thou majority of the car park’s populace were asleep. A few were awake. Sitting on car bonnets, smoking and listening to Fuji Music. As I walked down trying to ignore the glares! I saw the guy with the ugly tribal marks sitting by himself, I wanted to meet him and ask a couple of questions but decided against it. Instead I saw a Sienna car that had good mirrors and approached it. I was shocked when I looked at my face. I didnt look like a yoruba boy. I noticed I was light skinned earlier but my face was moreso. I had light brown eyes, almost like an albinos. But I had black hair. So I wasnt an albino. I looked old enough to vote but too young to marry. A group of igbo smokers were getting to were I was so I decided to go back to my tenth. When I passed by the tribal mark guy, he was asleep, but his phone was emmiting out religious yoruba music. The phone looked very big and loud, almost like a miniature Tv. On getting to the tent, I realised that the singlet guy and the food lady were having a convo, he had shifted to my position and they didnt notice I was approaching. So I stopped and went through the other side of the danfo, beyond their eyes. >>More Story @ naijanoisemakers.com I was hoping that by eaves dropping, I would hear some clues of who I was. Food girl: what if somebody wakes up or just enters the tent, you know Alhaji has said no park boy should have se*x here Singlet boy: But I wanna have se*x, Alhaji is in d hotel opposite us with two girls, because he can afford it. Baby you know this job requires renewal of the body every now and then Food girl: so I am what?..a thing for renewal? Singlet guy: No, you are my future wife na, as soon as I have a bus of my own. You know since that guy came, we have not been having regular se*x o. Hearing him refer to me, I got excited, expected her to say something that will trigger more info. I was disappointed. Food girl: oya come , before you go and sleep with Bose again, saying its because of starvation. As she said this, he smiled and watch her fold up her skirt to reveal white lace p@nties. I didnt expect that she would look that clean beneath. He hurriedly pulled down his sokoto to reveal a chelsea adorned boxers. As she pulled her p@nties, he was. alreading waiting to meet her. I realised there was a swelling in my ugly looking trousers. Then she m0aned as he penetrated her
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S£X, DRUGS AND BEING AN AGBERA (18+) PART 1 .
Opening my eyes was harder than it should be, but when I did, I heard voices. Both within and outside my head. I was in a tent like structure made of wood. The floor was clay and the roof was aluminium sheets. A Danfo bus was packed infront of me. My mouth was dry and tongue heavy. I was lying on a piece of rag. The clothes I was in, I couldnt remember having. I didnt know where I was, then it dawned on me me……I didnt know who I was. I sat up with a probing pain in my head telling me it was a bad idea. Then the voices got clearer, I was in a motor park. The people outside were screaming ‘Abuja’, ‘okene’, ‘Auchi’…I passed out. When I woke up, it was pretty dark. Some people sat beside me. While some were eating, others were smoking, a few had little bottles of gin with them. They seemed to ignore me as I looked at them. I had my eyes fixated at one in particular. He had ugly tribal marks and spoke really fast. They all seemed to listen to him as spoke. I tried to talk but I couldnt. My throat hurt. My head was still hurting too, running my hands through my head I felt stitches and something that could have been a gash. Touching it hurt but it looked like the only link to my past. I guess it was really late because some of the guys around started leaving, others slept on benches and some on the floor. A couple of others entered d danfo dat I had seen earlier. >>Story From => www.naijanoisemakers.com That was when she came in. I didnt know who she was but I knew she was coming straight. for me. She held a plate in her right hand and a satchet of water on her left. She was brown in complexion, with full b0s0ms and piercing eyes with heavily applied Tiro. ‘Eat’, she said gently like I was a kid. I had a million questions to ask her but I couldnt talk just yet. What came out of my mouth was incoherent. Even my goddam name would have been fine. Why cant she just say my name? She noticed my pain as she placed her hand on d stitches on my head n caressed it. ‘Please eat, you will say everything you want to later, we have more questions for you then you have for us’, she said in Yoruba. I freaking knew she was speaking yoruba, I could also perfectly understand her. That was d first clue I had of my past. I was a Yoruba boy or I have lived in yoruba land for a while. Secondly and a little troubling, I liked b0s0ms. I woke up inbetween a guy on singlets, whose snores must have been the reason why I woke up, and the girl who had brought me food earlier. Across the tent were some other people sleeping on a piece of rag like we did. I took a look at the guy on singlets, his slightly exposed mouth was almost crashing into my nose. He had bushy brows and a thin moustache. He looked handsome. I tried to remember how I looked but I couldnt. Then it occured to me that seeing my face might bring back memories. I stood up and it was surprisingly easy, I tiptoed so as not to wake all the people scattered around me. My aim was to get to the danfo and look at the mirror. Unfortunately its side mirrors were broken. I decided against looking at the windows because of the people sleeping inside. The only other option was for me to step outside the tent. Thou majority of the car park’s populace were asleep. A few were awake. Sitting on car bonnets, smoking and listening to Fuji Music. As I walked down trying to ignore the glares! I saw the guy with the ugly tribal marks sitting by himself, I wanted to meet him and ask a couple of questions but decided against it. Instead I saw a Sienna car that had good mirrors and approached it. I was shocked when I looked at my face. I didnt look like a yoruba boy. I noticed I was light skinned earlier but my face was moreso. I had light brown eyes, almost like an albinos. But I had black hair. So I wasnt an albino. I looked old enough to vote but too young to marry. A group of igbo smokers were getting to were I was so I decided to go back to my tenth. When I passed by the tribal mark guy, he was asleep, but his phone was emmiting out religious yoruba music. The phone looked very big and loud, almost like a miniature Tv. On getting to the tent, I realised that the singlet guy and the food lady were having a convo, he had shifted to my position and they didnt notice I was approaching. So I stopped and went through the other side of the danfo, beyond their eyes. >>More Story @ naijanoisemakers.com I was hoping that by eaves dropping, I would hear some clues of who I was. Food girl: what if somebody wakes up or just enters the tent, you know Alhaji has said no park boy should have se*x here Singlet boy: But I wanna have se*x, Alhaji is in d hotel opposite us with two girls, because he can afford it. Baby you know this job requires renewal of the body every now and then Food girl: so I am what?..a thing for renewal? Singlet guy: No, you are my future wife na, as soon as I have a bus of my own. You know since that guy came, we have not been having regular se*x o. Hearing him refer to me, I got excited, expected her to say something that will trigger more info. I was disappointed. Food girl: oya come , before you go and sleep with Bose again, saying its because of starvation. As she said this, he smiled and watch her fold up her skirt to reveal white lace p@nties. I didnt expect that she would look that clean beneath. He hurriedly pulled down his sokoto to reveal a chelsea adorned boxers. As she pulled her p@nties, he was. alreading waiting to meet her. I realised there was a swelling in my ugly looking trousers. Then she m0aned as he penetrated her
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ME, MY SISTER AND HER FRIENDS (18+) PART 1 . F–k! I can’t believe what I’m seeing in my parents’ living room. Three giggling teenage girls, wearing sheer lingerie are sitting on the couch cheering on a fourth girl who is attempting to deep throat a d—o. What the f–k! The cheers and laughter is probably why they didn’t hear me come in through the kitchen door. I step back into the shadows of the hallway while my c–k responds to the luscious, pale a-s cheeks of the fourth girl. Her purple sheer nightie has ridden up over her heart-shaped a-s, revealing her matching thong as she starts to gag on the rubber d–k suction-cupped to the glass topped coffee table. “I can do this!” the girl exclaims, taking a deep breath and sliding her lips back down the realistic looking c–k. Holy s– t! That’s Lauren’s voice! My d–k is hard and I’m having perverted thoughts about my 18- year-old sister. I guiltily look away from her scrumptious a-s cheeks and try to forget what her lips look like sliding down that fake c–k. “I thought you said you had done this before,” laughs one of the girls, pulling my attention back to the couch. The other three girls are wearing similar outfits, sheer baby doll nighties with matching thong p@nties. The only variation seems to be the color. “I have done it before,” my sister protests, “but with a real d–k! This thing isn’t working for me. I need a real d–k.” Lauren sits back on her heels and laughs along with her friends. “There appears to be one in the hallway!” The cute black girl sitting closest to me says as she smiles in my direction. F–k! Busted! I might as well take the offensive and try to put Lauren on the defense. “Brandon!” Lauren screams, jumping to her feet as I step into the room. Her t–s bounce temptingly inside the cups of the purple nightie. “What the f–k are you doing here?” “Never mind about me? What the f–k is all of this?” I sweep my arm towards the coffee table where, besides the suction cupped d—o there are several vibrators and other assorted s-x toys. “What’s going on here?” I’m six years older than Lauren and I’ve been living with my girlfriend for the past couple of years. I crash at my parents’ house whenever Kelly and I fight, which seems to be happening quite often lately. “We’re having a sleepover,” Lauren says as if that explains all of this. While she’s getting outraged with me, I’m checking out her girlfriends. It’s like looking at a live action Victoria Secret’s ad. There’s the African- American girl who spotted me in the hallway. My eyes zero in on the yellow nightie barely covering her impressive chest. Next to her is Kristina, Lauren’s petite blonde friend from down the street, looking pretty in her pink lingerie. Finally, on the other end of the couch is a tall brunette all decked out in the sexiest shade of red. “A sleepover?” I ask, raising my eyebrows as I appraise their outfits. The tops are sheer except for the bra-like cups around their b—– s. In actuality, except for the thong, they don’t show much more than a skimpy bikini but somehow it is much more enticing when it’s lingerie. “We had a lingerie party,” the black girl explains, smiling without a hint of embarrassment. “Do you like our outfits?” She stands and twirls around giving me a great view of her full, round a-s cheeks. “Alex!” Lauren admonishes her. “That’s my brother!” “Well, you should at least introduce us,” Alex answers, stepping forward with her hand extended. “I’m Alexis but you can call me Alex.” She smiles as I shake her hand. “Brandon,” my sister takes over the introductions. “You know Kristina,” she says, pointing to her friend in the pink nightie. I nod in her direction. “Hello, Brandon,” Kristina smiles demurely. “And this is Kylie.” The tall brunette stands up and extends her hand. “Nice to meet you, Brandon,” she says, making eye contact. D–n! We’re almost the same height and I’m a little over six feet. “My pleasure,” I answer, shaking her hand, which is surprisingly small and feminine given her stature. While being introduced to her friends, I steal surreptitious glances at my sister. She has really filled out over the past couple of years. Something I hadn’t noticed during my previous visits. Of course, she wasn’t wearing Sekxy lingerie any of those times. F–k! My c–k is hardening again. This is so wrong. “What are you doing here?” Lauren asks, drawing my attention back. “I needed a place to stay,” I shrug without further explanation. I’m about to ask her whether mom knows what she’s up to but my sister and I have an unspoken agreement about not embarrassing each other in front of our friends. “Well,” I smile at the Sekxy foursome. “Sorry to have interrupted. I’ll just head up to my room and leave you girls to your fun. Where are mom and dad?” I ask.

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ME, MY SISTER AND HER FRIENDS (18+) PART 1 . F–k! I can’t believe what I’m seeing in my parents’ living room. Three giggling teenage girls, wearing sheer lingerie are sitting on the couch cheering on a fourth girl who is attempting to deep throat a d—o. What the f–k! The cheers and laughter is probably why they didn’t hear me come in through the kitchen door. I step back into the shadows of the hallway while my c–k responds to the luscious, pale a-s cheeks of the fourth girl. Her purple sheer nightie has ridden up over her heart-shaped a-s, revealing her matching thong as she starts to gag on the rubber d–k suction-cupped to the glass topped coffee table. “I can do this!” the girl exclaims, taking a deep breath and sliding her lips back down the realistic looking c–k. Holy s– t! That’s Lauren’s voice! My d–k is hard and I’m having perverted thoughts about my 18- year-old sister. I guiltily look away from her scrumptious a-s cheeks and try to forget what her lips look like sliding down that fake c–k. “I thought you said you had done this before,” laughs one of the girls, pulling my attention back to the couch. The other three girls are wearing similar outfits, sheer baby doll nighties with matching thong p@nties. The only variation seems to be the color. “I have done it before,” my sister protests, “but with a real d–k! This thing isn’t working for me. I need a real d–k.” Lauren sits back on her heels and laughs along with her friends. “There appears to be one in the hallway!” The cute black girl sitting closest to me says as she smiles in my direction. F–k! Busted! I might as well take the offensive and try to put Lauren on the defense. “Brandon!” Lauren screams, jumping to her feet as I step into the room. Her t–s bounce temptingly inside the cups of the purple nightie. “What the f–k are you doing here?” “Never mind about me? What the f–k is all of this?” I sweep my arm towards the coffee table where, besides the suction cupped d—o there are several vibrators and other assorted s-x toys. “What’s going on here?” I’m six years older than Lauren and I’ve been living with my girlfriend for the past couple of years. I crash at my parents’ house whenever Kelly and I fight, which seems to be happening quite often lately. “We’re having a sleepover,” Lauren says as if that explains all of this. While she’s getting outraged with me, I’m checking out her girlfriends. It’s like looking at a live action Victoria Secret’s ad. There’s the African- American girl who spotted me in the hallway. My eyes zero in on the yellow nightie barely covering her impressive chest. Next to her is Kristina, Lauren’s petite blonde friend from down the street, looking pretty in her pink lingerie. Finally, on the other end of the couch is a tall brunette all decked out in the sexiest shade of red. “A sleepover?” I ask, raising my eyebrows as I appraise their outfits. The tops are sheer except for the bra-like cups around their b—– s. In actuality, except for the thong, they don’t show much more than a skimpy bikini but somehow it is much more enticing when it’s lingerie. “We had a lingerie party,” the black girl explains, smiling without a hint of embarrassment. “Do you like our outfits?” She stands and twirls around giving me a great view of her full, round a-s cheeks. “Alex!” Lauren admonishes her. “That’s my brother!” “Well, you should at least introduce us,” Alex answers, stepping forward with her hand extended. “I’m Alexis but you can call me Alex.” She smiles as I shake her hand. “Brandon,” my sister takes over the introductions. “You know Kristina,” she says, pointing to her friend in the pink nightie. I nod in her direction. “Hello, Brandon,” Kristina smiles demurely. “And this is Kylie.” The tall brunette stands up and extends her hand. “Nice to meet you, Brandon,” she says, making eye contact. D–n! We’re almost the same height and I’m a little over six feet. “My pleasure,” I answer, shaking her hand, which is surprisingly small and feminine given her stature. While being introduced to her friends, I steal surreptitious glances at my sister. She has really filled out over the past couple of years. Something I hadn’t noticed during my previous visits. Of course, she wasn’t wearing Sekxy lingerie any of those times. F–k! My c–k is hardening again. This is so wrong. “What are you doing here?” Lauren asks, drawing my attention back. “I needed a place to stay,” I shrug without further explanation. I’m about to ask her whether mom knows what she’s up to but my sister and I have an unspoken agreement about not embarrassing each other in front of our friends. “Well,” I smile at the Sekxy foursome. “Sorry to have interrupted. I’ll just head up to my room and leave you girls to your fun. Where are mom and dad?” I ask.

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