‘How could you tell, dear lady?’
‘Because I know that’s not what was on your mind.’
‘Tell me, what’s on my mind, then.’
‘Okay, I’ll tell you. What reward will you give me if I tell you the truth?’
‘Reward?’
‘Yes, reward.’
I thought briefly. ‘I’ll buy one-thousand-naira recharge card for you.’
She shook her head. ‘Hmn, hmn, that’s not what I want.’
‘What do you want?’
She sighed. ‘This is the reward I want, and I want it right now: I don’t want you to have any other girlfriend.’
I was bethought over this. ‘I thought I’ve given my words on that.’
‘I want you to say it solemnly and seriously. Wait.’ She stood up from me and got down from the bed.
I was still bemused over this. ‘Where’re you going?’
‘Give me one minute. I’ll be back.’ She left the bedroom.
Now, what was she up to? I wondered and awaited her. A minute later, she was back.
She came to sit by the bedside, lifted my right thumb and before I knew it, used a razor she had brought to make small cut on the thumb.
‘Ouch! What are you doing?’
‘Sh-sh.’ She made a small cut on her own thumb. A trickle of blood had come out of the two fingers. She joined her thumb with his, such that the blood mixed.
‘Now, swear to me that you’ll never have any other girlfriend again; that I’ll be your only girlfriend.’
‘This is serious, Lizzy! Must we do this?’
‘Yes. Except you’re just deceiving me; except you want to use and dump me.’
I did not believe in this kind of thing. I think it was all hogwash. Since she said that was what she wanted, I decided to oblige. ‘Alright. Let’s do it.’
We did the swearing to the effect that we would always love each other, no matter what, and that apart from my wife, no other lady must ever come between them. She sucked my thumb, while she made me to suck hers. The swearing was over. I sighed. For the second time within four weeks, I had been made to swear to an oath. Goodness!

Lizzy was very happy after the deed.
‘Now, you’re mine and I’m yours,’ she said gleefully.
I nodded. She climbed on the bed again and lay on my body.
‘How heavy am I?’
‘Feather weight.’
She pressed her body on mine. I could feel all the contours – including the breasts, belly, hips, knees and the feet - of her petite body.
‘Still feather weight.’
‘Okay. I like my weight as it is.’
‘I like it too. It makes you portable.’
She planted her mouth on mine. We started with a kiss. My hands went all over chest. I could feel the hardness of the cups of her bra. I wanted more that feeling her bra. My hands slid under her top. I unhooked the bra on her boobs and kissed them. She removed the encumbrances by completely removing her top and the bra. I started to suck on one of her nipples, making my face to be out of sight a little longer. Some seconds later, I went to the wardrobe and retrieved the packet of condoms I had kept for a moment like this.

She sniffled but took a deep breath and mumbled, “He probably did me a favor. Better I know now he’s just another dumb jock looking to pop my cherry before moving on to his next conquest.”

“That is true,” I agreed. “And a very mature response, if I may say so.”

“Then why do I feel like shit?”

“Rejection is never easy.”

“You seem to deal with it just fine every day.”

I pulled back to look into her eyes. “Wait, what?”

“Isn’t that what it feels like when one of the girls lets you get oh-so-close to starting something but won’t give you that final inch? Like when Uchechi shoves her big tits into your face and starts peeling back the edge of her bikini top right next to your lips but doesn’t quite let you suck on her nipple? Rejection?”

I frowned. “No, not at all.”

“Then what does it feel like?”

I smiled and brushed her loose bangs back from her eyes, tucking the strands behind her ears. and after giving her a quick peck on the nose, I explained, “It feels like a beautiful woman, in the flower of her youth, wants to explore her own sexuality and feels comfortable enough to do that with me. She trusts me. and I would never do anything to betray that trust.”

“I do trust you, Michael.”

I grinned. “I know.”

Taking a deep breath, Christy managed a smile, and she wrapped both arms around my midsection while setting her head down on my shoulder. I hugged her tight, straightened her spine, and held her close. Finally, she seemed to be at peace.

After a minute, I straightened her hair and said, “Look, it’s the first day of school. Nobody’s assigned us any homework and the whole gang will be over at my house within thirty minutes. Let’s get home, get changed, and you can commiserate with your friends.”

Christy stayed in my hug for a long time, pushing her nose into the side of my neck. She got her breathing under control,looked up at me, and puckered up. I gave her another quick brotherly peck, patted her head, and released my grip.

The whole Pretty-Young-Things had already planned to come over to the house after this first day of school. The weather was hot, and the babes also looked sultry. After driving home, I parked in the garage. Christy walked over to her house to drop off her backpack and change, and I headed inside to prepare for the girls’ arrival.

I settled down and exhaled slowly.

Christy reached a hand up, handling my cheek and turning my face to hers so that we were only inches apart. Again, the height difference was such that we were basically eye-to-eye. “Do you wish you could grab my ass?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could grab my tits?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could throw me down across my bed, sliding your aching dick deep into my pussy, and Bleep the shit out of me?”

“Jeezus, Christy.” My eyes popped open wide and I leaned back a bit.

“Do you?”

“You’re like my sister,Christy”

“But do you?”

“No! I don’t!”

Christy frowned, and now she was leaning back away from me. She looked hurt. “You don’t?”

“Like I said: I think of you as a sister.”

“We’re not related, Michael.”

“I know that.”

“And you said you wish you could grab my ass and my tits. that’S not very brotherly.”

“You’ve got an enthralling ass. and tits. and I’m a sex-obsessed bastard.”

“But you don’t want to Bleep me?”

I breathed in deeply. “You’re ....that’s a line I can’t cross. not you.”

“Not me.” She blinked. “But you fantasize about the others, don’t you? Uchechi, Tonia, Anna.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Chidinma, Precious.”

“Yes, alright?”

“But not me?”

“Christy, please.”

“You can put your hand inside my shirt right now. I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Christy.”

“Okay, okay.” She raised her hands defensively, glanced away, and gave me an unsure look. “It’s because I’m a little shorty, isn’t it?”

I barked a laugh and shook my head. “No, you’re beautiful and sexy,Christy I just ... I won’t ... I can’t let myself think of you that way. You’re my dearest.”

“But if I was a total stranger you’d never met before?”

“I’ll want to throw you onto my bed and Bleep your brains out, sure.”

‘Are you mad at me?’ she asked again.

I smiled. ‘Oh, no,’ I found myself saying. ‘You have done the right thing, my dear.’

I caressed her back and kissed her cheek.



***

We took our dinner, each sitting at his/her favorite sitting chair. It was few minutes to eight and I was still in Abuja, courtesy of Lizzy. We savored our meal and thereafter went to the living room to watch the television. We hardly talked to each other, but even then, our silence conveyed a lot of meanings.

We were bound together in secret love affair. It was a conspiracy we hoped to keep from public view, even from the domestic servants. So, while we were in the sitting-room, we knew we did not have to say much. we would have more than enough time in the confine and privacy of my bedroom to explicitly express themselves.

We watched the movies till about midnight. I stood up to retire to my bedroom. Expectedly, few minutes after I was there, Lizzy came to join me.

‘Hello,’ she greeted, smiling.

‘Hi.’ I had already changed into pajamas and was lying on the bed.

She came to lie down by my side. I held her left hand.

‘What’re you thinking about?’ she asked.

I shrugged. ‘Nothing important’.

‘Are you thinking of her?’

I blinked rapidly. ‘Who?’

‘My sister, Fransisca?’

She was very right: I was thinking about my wife.

‘Yes,’ I said simply.

‘You missed her so much?’

‘Well, a bit. And I miss the children.’ I smiled again and quickly added: ‘All the same, I’m glad to have you with me, Lizzy.’

She smiled too. ‘Are you sure about that?’

‘Sure, Lizzy.’ I rubbed her hand.

‘I love you,’ she said.

I sighed but said nothing.

‘Won’t you say something?’

I chuckled. ‘I don’t want to say what I have in mind.’

She was totally curious. ‘What do you have in mind?’

‘I think it’s better I don’t say it, baby girl.’

She climbed to sit on my tummy. The child’s play had started again. ‘You’ll have to tell me.’

‘What if I don’t?’

‘Then, I’ll not get down from here.’

I chuckled. my hands caressed her thighs.

She slightly shook her legs. ‘Hmn, hmn, I didn’t say you should do that. You’re under punishment for not saying what you were expected to say.’

‘Sorry, ma,’ I said mockingly. My hands went to her waist.

‘Don’t touch my body,’ she said.

‘Are these ones part of your body?’ My hands went to her breasts.

She playfully slapped my hands and I removed them from where I had placed them.

‘Are they part of your own body?’ she asked rhetorically.

She stared into my eyes. ‘Tell me what you have in mind.’

‘Alright.’ I closed my eyes. ‘What I have in mind is if I should travel from Abuja to Lagos by flight, it’s just about an hour, but if I go by road, I’ll spend over ten hours.’

She grinned and shook her head. ‘That’s not what you have in mind.’

‘How could you tell, dear lady?’

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and told her seriously, “You know I don’t mind. I love it.”

“But don’t you ever wish we would let you do more?” Christy gave me a skeptical look and turned a little more sideways in my lap. I became consciously aware that her cute plaid blouse was unbuttoned to her navel, exposing a white tank top scooped low enough to give me a great downward view into her 32D cleavage. and noting my gaze, she thrust her chest forward a little, making damn sure I was looking.

I frowned, not sure yet where this was going or what it had to do with Emma. Instinctively, I started to make up a dismissive comment about how we were all friends and that I respected the girls too much to think of them that way, but this was Christy asking me and she knew the truth anyway.

She just wanted me to say it out loud. Although I’d briefly glanced down at Christy’s tits, I focused on her pretty face and answered, “Of course I do. You’re a bunch of super-hot girls and I’m just as much of a sex-obsessed bastard as Emma is.”

“No you’re not. How many times have I sat in your lap just like this?”

“Uh, more times than I can count.”

“And how many times have you ever grabbed my ass?”

“Never.” My eyes narrowed. “Did Emma grab--”

“No, no,” she cut me off. “I already told you he didn’t touch me.”

I settled down and exhaled slowly.

Christy felt the tenseness in my arms and quickly turned to face me again. “No, nothing like that.”

I unclenched my jaw and relaxed a little.

She breathed in deeply and sagged back against my chest. “He just...” Her voice trailed off. She glanced up at the roof, gathered her thoughts, and let out a long exhalation. “Michael...” she began quietly.

I waited for her, just holding her close.


“Does it ... bother you ... when we all tease you?” she asked softly.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

I did. As the only guy in the group we just formed, I had always got teased pretty mercilessly.

Five teenage girls (six after Tonia joined) wanted to push their boundaries and test out their feminine wiles on the males of society, and there was no practice dummy better than me. If one of the girls wanted to figure out the optimal angle for tossing her hair, batting her eyelashes, and flashing a coquettish look over her shoulder, she’d try it out a few times on me to perfect her technique before bringing it to school and using it on a guy they’d actually date. Wanted to check out a guy’s reaction to her new bikini before wearing it to the beach?

I constantly had cleavage pushed up into my face. The girls kept bending over at the waist to pick up something off the floor. I got toUchechid ... a lot ... My chest, my shoulders, my arms. My legs got rubbed underneath the table just sitting in a booth at Comfy’s eatery.


But no matter how much the girls teased me, I never took advantage of them. Not once had I ever grabbed a juicy ass uninvited. not once had I pawed at a boob, even when it was within easy reach. You know: the kinds of things that would get guys slapped.

Okay, in fairness I may have got a bit of side-boob with my fingertips giving one of the girls a back massage, and I had got in some serious groping when the girls grabbed my hands and put them on their goodies from outside their clothing. But the cardinal rule was that I never initiated, only accepted whatever they felt comfortable giving. This was the reason the girls all trusted me. I was Michael, the “safe” guy. So all of them continued to tease me, even Christy.

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and told her seriously, “You know I don’t mind. I love it.”

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Hmm...

I breathed in and out fast. I was surprised that I felt no anger for her.
‘I told her to back off; that I’m your sweet-heart, your girlfriend,’ she continued very calmly. ‘And that she should get herself another boyfriend.’
I got to my feet. ‘Oh, God. You said all that?’
SHE was studying me. I paced briefly around the room.
‘Why are you behaving as if you hate me?’ she asked.
I was surprised again. ‘Hate you? What are you talking about?’
‘Because you look very angry.’
I tried to calm down. ‘I was just wondering at your audacity.’
‘If you really like me, you won’t behave like that.’
SHE was forcing me to be on the defensive. Lizzy had pushed me on the defense line.
‘Of course, I like you, Lizzy.’
‘I don’t want you to have any other girlfriend. If you must be unfaithful to my sister, I must be the only option.’
I sighed deeply. Now, she was telling me that I was unfaithful. ‘Well, I guess faithfulness would have been better in a case like this.’
My phone rang. Zaynab was calling again. Lizzy picked it and answered it.
‘Yes, what do you want again?’
At the other end, Zaynab was perplexed. I could faintly hear her voice. ‘Please, I’ll like to speak with Tife. Is he there?’
‘Yes, he’s here,’ Lizzy replied slowly. ‘But he doesn’t want to speak with you.’
‘That can’t be,’ Zaynab said almost in frustration. ‘Please, give him the phone.’
‘What nonsense is all this?’ Lizzy’s tone rose up. ‘He is not interested in you again and does not want to talk to you! Can’t you understand simple English? Don’t call him again. Bye-bye!’
With that, Lizzy terminated the conversation.

I was amazed. I was not so amazed at Lizzy’s impudence of picking my call right in my presence. I was amazed that despite the impudence, I did nothing about it.
Lizzy was all smiles as she dropped the phone on the stool. ‘That should settle it. I hope she never calls again.’
I could not find a word to say. A whole me could not say anything!
‘Are you angry with me?’ she asked.
I tried a grin. ‘No.’
‘Why are you standing away from your baby girl?’
I grinned again and moved to sit by her side on the bed, wrapping her shoulders with my right hand. She encircled my waist with her hands, placing her head on my right shoulder.
‘Are you mad at me?’ she asked again.
I smiled. ‘Oh, no,’ I found myself saying. ‘You have done the right thing, my dear.’ I caressed her back and kissed her cheek.

Eventually, the tears began to subside. I waited her out, stroking the side of her arm and shoulder.

“Talk to me,” I encouraged. "Come on a problem shared is half solved.

“Emma’s an asshole,” she muttered, wiping her eyes.

“I figured. What did he do?”

Emma was the boy Christy didn’t want me talking about to her dad. Last weekend, we’d been at the mall so Christy and Precious could shop for back-to-school clothes. As usual, I was their fashion consultant to give them a male opinion for how hot theylooked in their outfits. We ran into Emma and two of his buddies, and although we’d never been friends, there had been some flirting and Emma had expressed interest in seeing Christy at school. With our academic calendar starting on a Thursday, Christy had been pent up with excitement all week looking forward to seeing him again, although their reunion had apparently not gone well.

Christy pouted while I cuddled her close and nuzzled her neck with my nose. I continued rubbing her arms until she calmed down a little more, and eventually she turned her head to look at me with tear-streaked eyes. “Why do boys have to all be sex-obsessed bastards?”

“They’re called hormones. Come with puberty,” I quipped. “Come on, you should know that."

Christy snorted. I had a handkerchief in the pocket of my jeans trousers. She reached out to get it and to use it to blow her nose.

When she calmed down more, I hugged her close and asked quietly, “Did he do anything that requires me to kick his ass? I promise to be your brother and to protect you. Did he touch you?”

Christy felt the tenseness in my arms and quickly turned to face me again. “No, nothing like that.”

I unclenched my jaw and relaxed a little.

Sweeter Than Honey

Tony Sunkan


(C)



Full of exuberance, Michael is in good hands. He finds himself in the midst of young, sultry babes that cannot be resisted. To him, the allure and satisfaction they provide is sweeter than honey.










Chapter One

At the Lagooville University, Lekki, Lagos, I was glad to complete my admission registration. I was now a bonafide Mass Communication student. At nineteen, things were not that bad. The future was rosy. I had not yet got accommodation, so I had to stay in the residence of Mr. Obi at the staff quarters. Mr. Obi was a friend to my dad. He said it was all a pleasure to have mercy in his place
I could see that I would be having a good time with the Obis. The only child of the house was Christy, a pretty girl of my age who also just got admission to study level Psychology. It did not take a long time before Christ and I struck a cordial chord.
Last year, Christy's mother passed on to glory. Christy talked passionately about her mother. I could not but sympathize with her.



This evening, just like we did most nights, the three of us ate our meals in relative silence. We chatted about football for a couple of minutes before returning to the food. Then Mr. Obi asked us both if we were having a good time in the campus.

“Oh so far, so good,” I admitted. “It’s been nice to be an undergraduate and to be here with your family.”

Mr. Obi nodded, but arched an eyebrow and gave his daughter a curious look. There was not much to say after that. After the meal, Mr. Obi retired to his room from where he preferred to watch the cable television. I could sense that Christy looked somehow ruffled.

"Any problem?" I asked her. I could see her reluctance. I held her hand softly.

That simple touch broke the dam, and the waterworks started flowing. Christy sobbed, slipped out of her chair, and I helped her climb semi-sideway to my seat as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Our height difference made our heads more or less at the same elevation, and I kissed her cheek before trapping it against the side of mine while I continued to squeeze her shoulder.

Eventually, the tears began to subside. I waited her out, stroking the side of her arm and shoulder.

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‘Munirat, sir,’ the house maid said. ‘You have a visitor, sir.’

‘Who?’

‘She said she be Perm. Sec., sir.’

I was surprised to hear that. The Perm. Sec. in my house? ‘Alright, I’m coming.’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Who did she say wanted to see you?’ Lizzy asked in curiosity.

‘She said the Perm. Sec. That must be Ms. Alexander.’

She shrugged while I sighed. ‘Let me go and attend to her.’ Lizzy got up from my legs while I left the bed-room to attend to my visitor.

‘Madam, what a surprise! It’s good to see you,’ I greeted the guest in my sitting-room.

The woman looked at me and smiled warmly. ‘How d’you do, Mr. Ayoola?’

‘Fine, madam. It’s an honor to have you here.’
‘The pleasure is mine.’

I sat on a sofa not too far from her. ‘What can I offer you, madam?’

She smiled and shook her head. ‘Perhaps, another time. I was just passing in the neighborhood and I decided to come and say hello.’

‘Oh, very kind of you ma’am.’

It was indeed a surprise to have her in my residence. She had never visited before and had not given an inkling to her coming.

‘How’re you finding this your environment?’ she wanted to know.

‘Fine. So far so good.’

She nodded. ‘By the end of the month, you’ll be given your real official residence. Just like I said, this is just a stop-gap measure.’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

We chatted a bit more and she stood up. ‘I’ll be on my way,’ she said.

I stood up too. ‘Thank you very much for coming.’

I accompanied her out to her car. I waved at her as she was driven off, still wondering at her surprise visit. I went back to the house. Lizzy was still holed up in my bed-room.

She smiled up at me when I re-entered the room.

‘How’s your visitor?’ she asked.

‘She’s gone.’

‘Is she your woman friend?’

I laughed shortly. ‘Come on, Lizzy. She’s the Permanent Secretary of my Ministry.’

I sat by her side on the bed and wrapped my right hand on her shoulders.

‘Are you sure she is not your woman friend?’

‘No, she’s not. I don’t have a woman friend.’

‘What about Zaynab?’

I was surprised she mentioned that name. ‘Who?’

‘Zaynab. Who’s she to you?’

‘How did you know that name?’

She pointed at my phone. ‘SHE was the one calling you the other time.’

My natural reaction would have been to express indignation at her going through my phone without my permission. But I was not angry. With Lizzy, so many things were changing.

I grinned. ‘She’s just a woman friend.’

‘I don’t think so.’

I was curious about her challenge. ‘And what makes you not to think so?’

‘From what she told me.’

Now, I was stupefied. ‘What a minute, are you saying you called her?’

‘Yes, I did.’

I opened my mouth. ‘With my phone?’

‘Yes.’ She looked at me straight in the eyes.

Again, my natural response would have been serious indignation. How dare she do that? How could she pick my phone, go through my privacy and call a lady whose number was on the phone?

I breathed in and out fast. I was surprised that I felt no anger for her.

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I shook my head. ‘Your sister is already expecting me.’

‘Call her and tell her you’ll be coming tomorrow.’

Her words, surprisingly had a big hold on me. I pandered. She came to me and held me in that passionate way. I had always been a strong-willed person. But with Lizzy, I was becoming pliant. To her, of course.

‘Alright,’ I said. ‘I’ll call her and tell her to expect me tomorrow.’

‘Oh, thank you. You’re such a darling.’ And she kissed me briefly again.

I dialed the number of my wife. ‘How’re you, Fransisca, darling?’

‘Hello, dear. How’re you?’

‘I’m fine. Just want to tell you I won’t be able to come down to Lagos today.’

‘What happened? Hope no problem?’

‘No. It’s the work,’ I lied. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be in Lagos unfailingly tomorrow morning.’

‘Ops, the children will be disappointed.

Anyway, it’s okay. See you tomorrow morning, then.’

‘Please explain to them why daddy will not be making it tonight. Bye.’ I disconnected the line.
Lizzy had been studying me with athought over this smile.

‘Are you pleased now?’ I asked her.

She came to hug me. ‘I just want to be with you,’ she said.

‘It’s alright.’ I relaxed and sat on the bed. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

‘Who’s it?’ I called out.

‘I want to know if I should come in to carry your bag,’ the house maid said.

‘Don’t worry,’ I replied. ‘I’m not traveling again today.’

There was a slight pause. ‘Alright, sir,’ the maid said and left.

‘Thanks for staying till tomorrow,’ Lizzy said.
‘It’s okay. Anything for my Lizzy.’

She came to sit on my laps. I knew I was playing a dangerous game with her, but seemed helpless about it. Come to think of it, the game seemed to be getting more intriguing and sweeter.

‘So, have you got your primary posting now?’ I asked.

‘Yes. Ministry of Youth and Culture. I’ll report there on Monday.’

‘Oh that’s good.’ I wrapped my right hand round her. my phone rang and I checked the caller. Zaynab was on the line. I let the phone to ring on and on.

‘Won’t you answer your call?’ Lizzy asked.

I shook my head. ‘It’s not important.’ After a while, Zaynab stopped calling. I put the phone on a stool.

‘What will you like to eat tonight?’ she asked.

I smiled. ‘I’ll tell the cook to prepare amala and ewedu soup.’

‘I can prepare it.’

I rubbed her back. ‘Oh, no. Why bother yourself when the cook is there? Let her do her work.’

There was another knock at the door.
‘Yes, who is it?’

‘Munirat, sir,’ the house maid said. ‘You have a visitor, sir.’

‘Who?’

‘What name do I call you when we’re together like this?’ she asked.

‘What name do you want to call me?’

‘Can I call you A.Y?’

I grinned. ‘As long as it’s just between the two of us, that’s alright.’

‘A.Y, my man.’

‘And you, Lizzy, my baby girl.’

She smiled approvingly and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘My period started this afternoon,’ she announced.

‘I see.’ Inwardly, I was a bit relieved. If at all I must do ‘it’ with her again, henceforth, it must be with condom.

She stared at me, smiling. ‘I have a confession to make.’

I was curious. ‘A confession?’

‘Yes.’

I sat up and put the pillow against the wall, leaning on it. ‘I’m all ears.’

She suddenly shrugged. ‘Maybe I’ll say it another time.’

‘Really? Why don’t you say it now?’

‘If I must say it now, promise that you won’t laugh, and promise not to find it weird.’

I crossed my heart. ‘I promise not to laugh.’

‘Okay.’ She still took her time. I waited. ‘I’ve always known that one day, you would make love to me.’

I looked surprised. ‘That’s not funny. Why did you think so?’

‘Because I’ve always imagined you’re my husband.’

The surprise remained on my face. ‘You don’t mean it. How could you be having such an imagination?’

‘I thought it was a child’s thing when I first had it. That was seven years ago, when you wedded my sister. I was just fourteen then. Now, the
feelings had no abated even after many years. It has, rather waxed stronger.’

I shook my head. Now, this was serious. I had to be careful. I had thought it would just be a fleeting fling. ‘This thing you’re saying is strange,’ I said. ‘Surely, you don’t mean it!’

She smiled again. ‘I’m serious.’

‘A fourteen-year-old having feelings for her sister’s new hubby?’

‘Yeah. Our love making was a dream come true.’

I sighed. Now, I knew I shouldn’t have allowed my sentiments to rule over my reasons.

‘I think I shouldn’t have gone to that extent with you,’ I said. ‘We shouldn’t have done it.’

She chuckled. ‘As for me, it’s a good experience.’

‘I think you’re still naïve,’ I pointed out. ‘I’m sorry, it’s like I took advantage of your naivety. I should understand better.’

‘I’m not naïve.’
I scratched the center of my head. ‘If you’re not, you won’t be talking the way you were.’

She grinned. ‘That means the two of us are naïve.’

‘Me? I don’t think so.’

‘We did it together, remember.’

I was thoughtful. ‘I’m sorry. It shouldn’t happen again.’

‘Well, it has happened.’

‘It must not happen again.’

She did not say anything for some time.

‘I’ve no regret about it,’ she said.

‘You think it’s right? No, it’s not. Culturally, it’s not allowed. In the Bible, God is against it.’

‘In the Bible, Jacob married Leah and Rachael. They were sisters.’

‘That was before the laws of Moses.’

She shrugged. ‘But, then, we’re no longer living under the law. Even concerning incest, some countries are legalizing brother marrying sister, and father marrying daughter, and so on. It’s a new thing.’

‘Does that make it right?’

She shrugged again. ‘I don’t care. I’m only following my heart.’

I closed my eyes. She moved close to me and touched my face. I opened my eyes and stared at her. She held my right hand and squeezed the fingers. That very moment, I forgot about any guilt.

‘Did you say the t-shirt fits me?’ she asked.

I smiled. ‘Perfectly.’

‘Thanks.’

Throughout the remaining part of that weekend, all we did was chatting. As much as I wanted to stop having deep feelings for her, I found it very difficult. On Monday morning, she would have to return to the camp.

‘Will you be coming for our passing out parade? It’s coming up on Friday.’

I grinned. ‘I’m sorry, I may not have the chance.’

She nodded. ‘It’s okay.’

I gave her some money before I went to the office. Once at work, I threw myself into the job and tried to forget everything about Lizzy. I had not heard from Tosin too. All well and good. Towards noon, Lizzy sent a message to her: ‘I’m missing you already.’ I decided to call her.

‘Hello, how is the camp?’ I asked.

‘I miss you,’ she replied.

‘Well, the camp will soon be over.’

‘Yes, thank God for that.’

‘What time will you be finishing your programme on Friday so I can send the driver to come and convey you back home?’

‘I think by 1.00 p.m., the whole thing should be over.’

‘Good, I will send me.’

‘Many thanks, A.Y.’

‘Alright. See you.’

I cut the line. Just then, I remembered I was supposed to travel that Friday to Lagos. No problem, I and Lizzy might as well travel together.

That Friday afternoon, I closed as soon as the driver sent to convey Lizzy returned to the office, which was about four o’clock. When I got home, I met her loitering in bum shorts and spaghetti top in the sitting-room. Again, the presence of some domestic servants prevented any ostentatious display of affection.

‘Welcome, uncle,’ she greeted.

‘How d’you do, Lizzy?’

‘Fine.’

I went to the bedroom. We could take the six o’clock flight to Lagos. That meant we had only a couple of hours to set out. Lizzy soon came to meet me in the bedroom, where I was sorting out what I would be traveling with.

‘Hello, darling,’ she greeted.

He turned to look at her. She came over to give me a short kiss.

‘I was supposed to tell you before now that I would be travelling to Lagos today. You can come along.’

‘Lagos?’ she looked surprised. ‘Me, I’m not ready to travel to Lagos o. Not today.’

‘No problem. You can stay here. The servants will take care of you.’ I continued with what I was was doing.

She came from my behind to hold me snuggly by the waist. ‘I miss you,’ she cooed.

He anxiously checked my watch. I must not miss the flight. ‘I mustn’t miss the flight,’ I said.

‘So, you want to leave me alone here? That’s not fair.’

‘Let’s travel together,’ I pointed out.

‘No, I don’t want to go to Lagos, yet.’

‘Well, no problem. I’ll send your regards to your sister. I’ll be back Sunday evening.’

‘Hmn.’

She came to face me and hold me across the waist. Her mouth went to my and got stuck there. After several seconds, I wanted to disengage, but she would not let me. my mind was busy. Perhaps, if I hurried up, I might still make the flight. I undressed her and quickly undressed
myself. I brought the latex rubber protector out. I might as well use the condom. Then, I made passion-filled love to her. Several minutes later,

I was spent. I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower and changed clothes.

‘You can’t leave me alone in this house,’ she said.

‘That’s why I said you should come along.’

‘I don’t want to go to Lagos, yet.’

I paused to stare at her. ‘You have to pick one.’

‘Wait till tomorrow before you travel.’

‘What? Why?’

‘Stay with me.’

I shook my head. ‘Your sister is already expecting me.’