She picked the pillow again and playfully hit me on the chest. ‘You will explain the Lizzy to your wife.’

‘Hey, small girl, take it easy.’

‘I’m not a small girl. I’m a lady.’

‘Yeah, a lady that still wets her pants.’

‘Excuse me?’

I closed my eyes again, but not completely. As she picked the pillow to hit me again, I seized her hands. We stared into each other’s eyes.

‘Now, can you see that you’re powerless? That you’re just a girl,’ I said with a kind of triumphant smile.

‘I’m not a girl,’ she muttered. She struggled futilely to free her hands.

‘Say sorry, uncle,’ I told her.

‘I won’t say it.’

‘Okay, you’re stubborn, abi?’

I gripped her hands more. She attempted more to free the hands, but couldn’t. I pulled her more to myself. Like a mock wrestling match, she climbed on me and was on my chest. There was a smile on her face; a smile of what-if-I-did-this? It was a child’s play and I was playing along, as if I was her playmate. I suddenly released her hands.

‘I’ve won,’ she said, sitting on my belly.

‘You couldn’t have won,’ I replied. ‘Not with your feather weight.’

‘Oh, so you call this feather weight.’ She put her full weight on my stomach and her two hands on my chest, as if indeed I was at her mercy.

I gripped her by the waist and up turned her. In a jiffy, I was the one lying on her, chest to chest. She put her mouth to a side, as if trying to avoid contact with his. I released my grip on her waist, although my hand still lingered there.

‘Ouch!’ she said.

‘Sorry, does that hurt?’ I got down from her. Without waiting for an answer, I rubbed her waist. It was her turn to close the eyes. I had got down from her, but my hands still held her waist. I rubbed it again. It was obvious the game We were playing was moving from child’s play to adult game.

Tentatively, my hand moved to her chest. Rather than stopping me, she continued to close her eyes. That goaded me on. my right hand first went to her left boob. It stayed on the cup of the bra, as if hesitant. Then, in a daring move, I touched it, fondled it briefly and squeezed it gently.

Her eyes remained close. Then, my mind screamed at me to stop doing the nonsense I was doing. Lizzy was your sister in law, the mind screamed at me. Stop doing what you were doing. It was a taboo!

My touch slackened.

‘Does that look like a girl’s own?’ she asked.

I chuckled and shook my head. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said.

‘For what?’

My grin was rueful. ‘I’m sorry for touching it.’

She didn’t say anything.

Josephine and have sex with Madam Faith at her whim? How do you find that ok, but not Favor? I’m lost here. Please explain,” I answered back as gently as I could.

There was a pregnant pause. Ruth arrived with our drinks and left again.

The silence was deafening. The college group got up, literally staggered to the cash register and began trying to put together enough money for the check.

“You’re some money short. Of course, plus my tip.” Ruth barked

I told Helen to be still, that I would be right back.

I got up and went over to the register. The college group was digging in their purses, pockets, opening their wallet us, looking everywhere for more money.

“Look, if you don’t have the money I’m going to have to call the Police.” Ruth barked at them again.

I walked up to the register and introduced myself. “Ruth, how much is their bill?”

“They’re short plus my tip” she replied icily

“Ruth, that’s not what I asked. How much is their total bill?” I asked again.

“Their check, ‘SIR’, is N7000.00.” Ruth said dripping the words with a tone.

“Fine, I’ll take care of their check plus your tip. Good enough?” I answered her with a sarcastic tone of my own.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out some N1000 bills I got from Mr. Balogun.

The young guys were stunned. They all asked me for my name and where could they send the money to me.

I gave them a generic business card from the escort company. I wrote my name on the back, thinking to myself that I will never see them again. But, I smiled and gave the card to a nice young lady who seemed to be sober enough to drive the group safely home. They asked, while Ruth was finishing the transaction, if I owned the escort company.

“Nope, I’m just the escort,” I replied smiling at them.

“No fuckin way” said one of the drunken guys.

Ruth put my change down on the counter. I picked up the change and walked away.

I walked back to the table where Helen and I were sitting. First thing I noticed was her smiling again. Well, that’s a step in the right direction, I thought to myself.

I sat down back on my side of the table.

“It’s nice to see you smile again. I was worried there for a few minutes,” I said to her.

Just then, Ruth showed up with our meal. She was so different now. She politely put our meals down on the table, offered ketchup, hot sauce, or more dressing for Helen’s salad. We declined them all, thanking her and she went back to one of the booths where she was rolling silverware.

We began eating. I looked at Helen wondering if I was going to have to carry this conversation on my own.

Rather than let myself be hurt by rejection, I just ... categorized you as out of bounds. It was easier to believe than continue to hope you’d eventually see me as man but be perpetually disappointed.”

Christy frowned. “Umm ... okay...” She furrowed her eyebrows and tried to process that.

“You know, we might be able to ask Chidinma. I’ve told her a few times about various crushes I had back then. She might remember some of this part, or at least verify how obsessed I was with you back then.”

“I just might do that.” Christy popped her eyebrows. “So if I have this right, you put a mental block around me, convincing yourself that I would only ever be your sister, and that’S why you’ve never been able to fantasize about me or otherwise get ... well ... intimate?”

“I think so?” I said uncertainly. “In a way, the origin of the mental block doesn’t even really matter. It’s there. and even now, it hasn’t gone away. Like you said: you’ve got my sperm soaking into your stomach right now. We’re not related and clearly I’m not the one molesting you or anything like that, and yet I can’t help but feel this guilt inside like I’m an incestuous bastard for letting you.”

“Uggghhh,” Christy groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You are not an incestuous bastard. We aren’t even fucking related!”

“I know, I know.”

“So how do we get you over this mental block? Because I REALLY don’t want to keep having these conversations every time Iwant to do something ‘uber sexy’ with you.”

“I don’t know.”

Christy took a deep breath, let out a long exhalation, and then hopped off her bed. “Okay fine. C’mon. Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“Back to your house. I’ll tell my dad we’re going out but will be back in time for dinner.”

“Um, okay ... But we’re actually going over to my house?”

“Yep.”

“To do what?”

“Well I’ll tell you what we’re not gonna do: We’re not gonna keep talking about this!”

“WHY are we still talking about this?!?” Christy screamed at the ceiling, not quite loud enough for her dad to hear next door, but pretty loud. “I want to. You want to. Why is that not good enough?!?”

I’m getting ahead of myself again.

Mother was still home when Christy and I walked in. Christy greeted her politely, Mother asked all the expected questions about how things were going, and after completing the required amount of small talk, finally asked what the two of us were up to. Christy smiled and announced that we were here to bake chocolate chip cookies, which was news to me. But I just smiled and nodded silently until Mother said she was going out and said, “Have fun you two!”

To my utter and complete surprise, Christy and I actually made chocolate chip cookies. She knew her way around my kitchen pretty well after all the Friday night dinners we had with the Pretty-Young-Things. and the longer we spent baking, the more I forgot about all the angst and guilt over my incestuous bastard behavior.

And the moment I’ve been fantasizing about for months was coming true! I was sliding inside her! I was feeling her pussy around my dick.

I was losing all self control. I was grabbing her by the hips, pushing in my dick as far as I can. The pleasure! “Mmmh” she was moaning.

She started grinding back and forth on my dick, faster and faster. I was grabbing her butt cheeks from behind helping her with the grind. Pushing her back and forth.

Her clit was grinding against my body. “Aaahhh!”

She was breathing heavier, moaning. It doesn’t take long and she was cumming all over my dick twitching, screaming from pleasure. I was in heaven. I was putting my hands underneath her butt cheeks lifting her up and thrust my dick in and out of her pussy, faster and faster. No holding back! It doesn’t take long and I was about to cum.

“Can I cum in your mouth?”

I can’t believe I have just requested that. Before I finish that thought, she was wrapped her mouth around the tip of my dick stroking my shaft with one hand.

I can’t believe this was happening! I was about to cum inside her beautiful young mouth. “Run your other finger up and down my shaft, between my balls, push against my asshole.”

She was complying without hesitation. The cheeks of her face look hollow as she has been opening her jaws wide to accommodate my cock. So beautiful! Just a few blissful moments later I was releasing myself into her mouth. Pumping, contracting. I have finished.

She was pushing her lips together sliding my dick out of her mouth making sure to suck all my cum out. As my dick was out she was straddling me again on the couch, her face close to my face.

She was swallowing my cum and pushing her full lips against mine. We’re kissing intimately, embracing each other. Her head was resting on my shoulder.

Her petite young body pressing against mine. I finally made my dream come true. bleeped her. bleeped the hottest girl I’ve ever met in my entire life. It was bliss. Paradise. I was savouring the moment.

“Peach” I am saying. “Hmm?” she was replying as if she had forgotten that she asked me before about my favourite flavour of her lozenges. “Peach was my favourite flavour” I was saying with a grin.

“Oh” She replied, smiling back. “My favourite flavour was you, AY” she replied grinning cockily.

“Aww. You’re too sweet darling!” I was kissing her briefly on her lips and give her a squeeze as we keep cuddling on the couch, underneath the blanket.



* * *


The breakup with Dora had become a reality. We’ve decided on the date when Dora and Bimbo were moving out. This whole messy situation would be over soon. I was half happy and half sad. The reasonable voice inside me was happy.

It was wrong what Bimbo and I were doing. It was not how a stepfather-stepdaughter relationship should be. It was good that this will be over soon. But at the same time I can’t help myself. I want Bimbo. She was so incredibly hot. Completely out of my league, so young. Somehow I felt sorry for Bimbo.

Easier said than done.

The statement is fraught with implied complicity.

Well, as they say, truth is bitter.

“Ok guys, what’ll you have?” The hostess/manager/now waitress asked smacking her gum.

“Well, I see a wedding ring, so I guess not you” I said, chuckling.

The waitress chuckled a bit, most likely at my stupid joke thinking it would help her tip.

“I’m sorry Ruth. That was a bad joke on my part. Don’t worry, the jokes are bad and get worse as time goes on. Helen, what would you like?” I said.

“Let me have a glass of orange juice, a water with no lemon, and the cobb salad with lite Ruffian dressing, please” Helen said still trying not to tear up

Then Ruth looked at me.

“I’ll have the man-breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, pancakes with maple syrup, and a large glass of pineapple juice, if you have any, if not then apple juice with a large ice water also no lemon,” I directed to Ruth.

Ruth smiled, still smacking her gum and walked away.

I put my hands out on the table towards Helen, palms up. I was hoping she would reach out and put her hands in mine. But, alas, no.

“Helen, I do like you. I hope you know that. But, there is more to me than what you have seen so far. Can you understand that?” I asked quietly.

“I guess so. I thought we were going along so well, but then you went and bleeped Favor,” Helen said with a tone of anger.

“Helen, we’re not married. We’re not even dating, in fact this MADAM BEE’S PLACE would be our first date. I don’t know what happened between you and Favor for you to be so angry at me and upset with her.

Which makes me wonder why is it ok for me to Bleep Josephine and have sex with Madam Faith at her whim? How do you find that ok, but not Favor? I’m lost here. Please explain,” I answered back as gently as I could.

Our two social circles did not intersect in the slightest, but every day I got to come home and hang out with you, and spending those few hours with you between the end of school and dinnertime was always the highlight of my day.”

Christy glanced around her room, a smile on her face as she reminisced about those days. “Yeah, we had fun back then.”

“You’d been my playmate since we were little. Building pillow forts out of the couch cushions,” I said with a small chuckle.

“Playing make-believe with our LEGOs,” she giggled. “Your pirates always wanted to attack my princess castles for some reason.”

“Just running around the backyard with nothing but our imaginations.”

“Teaching you to bake chocolate chip cookies.” Christy shook her head. “You never did catch on very well.”

“I always wanted to follow the measurements on the box precisely.”

“When a true baker knows how to tweak things a little to make it just right.”

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand. “There was nothing remotely hormonal or sexual about it, but I was in love with you back then. I wanted to spend every waking moment possible with you. I dreamed we’d fall in love and get married one day after we both grew up, the classic girl-next-door romance from the movies, you know? But then in ... eighth grade ... I think? You started crushing on Taylor Guazelli.”

“Who?”

“You seriously don’t remember Taylor Guazelli?”

I shook my head. “You didn’t care whether or not I was around – I was the invisible brother at that point. You whined and complained to Precious and your other little girlfriends about how he walked past you in the hallway and didn’t even look at you. You thought you were gonna die.

"You described in great detail how he was such a hunk, defining qualities that did not resemble me in the slightest. and I convinced myself then and there that I would never get to be with you. Precious even said one time that I was getting pretty cute, but you dismissed her comment immediately saying that -I- was like a brother to you.”

Christy frowned and gave me a strange look. I had paused, so she led me with a somewhat impatient, “And then what?”

I wasn’t a hundred percent sure myself, but I thought back to the way I’d felt back then, thought really HARD and tried to will myself to bring such old memories back into clarity.

I don’t know if I succeeded or if I was just drawing new conclusions from old data, but after a few more seconds of trying to make the puzzle fit in my brain, I said, “I think ... I think ... I think that’s when I decided I could never consider you as a potential partner because you were like a sister to me.

Rather than let myself be hurt by rejection, I just ... categorized you as out of bounds. It was easier to believe than continue to hope you’d eventually see me as man but be perpetually disappointed.”

Her butt cheeks, her pussy are massaging my dick. Squeezing my dick. I was so Hot! So hard!

“This one was not bad.” I was stammering.

She was popping another lozenge. What about this one? Again she was moving her lips closer to my lips. I was trying to relax, enjoy the moment. I was closing my eyes. I was feeling the warmth of her face radiating onto my face. She must be so close. I was hearing her exhale, feeling her hot air on my mouth. It was strawberry flavour.

Oh how much I want her! I want to breath her air. I want to – interrupted thoughts. Her lips are brushing against mine. For the shortest moment. I was shocked and can’t help myself and I was contracting the muscles of my dick involuntarily.

Pushing my shaft out a little further. Through the slit. As she was moving her head back, I was also feeling her moving her body. Her pussy pushing down on my dick. I was close to exploding. “Strawberry was it?” I was whispering.

“Yeah” she was whispering back. Lust was in our voices. “Not bad either.”

I was suddenly breathing heavily. I haven’t noticed that I have held my breath after the shock of her lips brushing mine. The whole situation was ridiculous. Where was the subtlety in this? It was all gone!

She was again reaching for the pack of lozenges and putting another one in her mouth. “What about this one?”

To my surprise she was suddenly adjusting her position. She was been sitting on my lap sideways.

Now she was lifting her pantyless butt off my lap and putting one knee next to one side of my lap, the other knee on the other side of my lap, facing me frontally. She was straddling me. I was so shocked by this. As she was lifting off her butt I was involuntarily contracting my dick one more time and it was fully popping out of the slit.

Hard as a rock. Throbbing flat against my belly. My dick must be covered in precum. I can’t remember the last time I was this excited. I was so close to cumming. She was sitting down on me now. I was in paradise. Her butt cheeks on my thighs.

Her pussy was sitting straight on my shaft. Pressing my shaft against my belly. My tip was free, in front of her pussy. She was moving her mouth close to mine. I was closing my eyes again. I was feeling her exhale.

Taking it all in. Peach flavour! As she was moving her head towards mine she was shifting her pussy forward, pressing on my shaft, closer to my tip. It was too much to take! I was feeling her mouth, her lips brushing against mine and - she was kissing me now!

Pushing the peach lozenge into my mouth with her tongue, kissing me passionately. At the same time she was adjusting her pussy, moving further forward to the tip of my dick. It was pushing straight against her wet opening now.

She was putting on more pressure, more pressure. And the moment I’ve been fantasizing about for months was coming true! I was sliding inside her! I was feeling her pussy around my dick.

Omokri is RIGHT.

It is preposterous to think that some politicians from a certain region will not attack an aspirant because he comes from that region.

Hmn...

What a life.

What a paradox. Yet, in this same country, many people are living in abject poverty.

This is one of the problems with Nigerians. Instead of dwelling on issues reasonably and intelligently, they are 'dragging' somebody to the deities.

I breathed in deeply. “It’s not that you’re a shorty, although I’ll grant that if you were 5’10” I might be a little less protective of you. I just ... I can’t...” I trailed off.

“Come ON, Michael.” Christy shook free of my arm, sat up straight, and pivoted around to face me. “I literally have your sperm soaking into my stomach right now. What’s it gonna take for you to see me as a woman and not some little girl who needs your protection?”

“I DO see you as a woman! You think I don’t know you’re freaking hot and uber sexy?”

She crossed her legs into a lotus position and grinned at me. “You think I’m ‘uber sexy’?”

My heart broke. “I’ve thought you were uber sexy since we were twelve. Back then, I was your little brother. But I had such a crush on my big sister.”

Christy frowned. “You did?”

I nodded. “But I was the little dweeb next door who kept wanting to tag along wherever you went. You got sick of it and asked your dad once if he could make me stop coming over.”

“I did NOT.”

I nodded. “One of the most traumatizing moments of my life.”

Waving her hand, Christy said dismissively, “I’m pretty sure I was just overreacting to something. I never would’ve actually wanted you to stop coming over. You were my Michael.”

“Perhaps.” I shrugged. “The point is: when everybody else started wondering who had the biggest boobs in junior high: Uchechi or Precious, I didn’t even care. All I wanted back then was you.”

“And now you get to have me. Well, not exactly have me,” she clarified quickly. “I do love you, Michael, but I’m not breaking up the Pretty-Young-Things for us. I’ve always enjoyed the teasing and flirting and messing around, but we’re not gonna start dating. I couldn’t take you away from the other girls.

But I’m getting sidetracked. What I don’t understand is: If you’ve been crushing on me since we were twelve, why the hell have you kept me at arm’s length all this time?”

“I’m ... I’m...” I started twice, thinking that if I just started talking the words would come out on their own. But they didn’t, and I rubbed my forehead while shaking my head. “I don’t know exactly. I know the reason I’ve told myself for all these years, but right now I’m starting to think I’ve just been lying to myself to cover up the pain.”

“What are you talking about?”

I shrugged. “I couldn’t have you back then. You were all I thought about, and not even in a sexual way. Even today I can’t quite put my finger on it. You were best friends with Precious and you hung out with a bunch of cute tween girls. I was best friends with Chidinma and we played sports and card games like Magic.

Our two social circles did not intersect in the slightest, but every day I got to come home and hang out with you, and spending those few hours with you between the end of school and dinnertime was always the highlight of my day.”

The pleasure was so intense, so heavenly! And she knows that I was letting it happen.

I was feeling the adrenaline rushing through my body as I was putting on my long johns. I got them for a skiing holiday. There was a reason why I was putting those on tonight and not my sports wear. The long johns are like leggings, a bit looser, but one feature sets them apart from my sports wear.

There was a slit at the front. Its purpose was to pull your dick through the slit so that you can pee without pulling the pants down. It was handy when you’re in your full skiing gear. I was slightly shivering. The adrenaline was pumping. What am I doing? My doubts are pushed away by excitement, by desire, by lust for Bimbo. It was bad. But I don’t want to resist it.

I was sitting on the sofa just wearing a shirt and my long johns, covered by the large blanket. It was a chilly night. Streaming another aspect of story of the new series on TELEVISION. When I was hearing steps from above I was almost bursting with excitement. I was adjusting my dick so that it was under the slit.

The slit was barely open exposing a narrow strip of the skin along my shaft. My tip was well covered by the fabric. Bimbo was walking down the stairs. “Hey” she said. “Hey Bimbo.” “Mind if I join you?” “Sure.” She was wearing her nightdress as usual. I was lifting up the blanket to invite her in.

She was taking a short look at my leggings. Did she see the slit? The strip of skin of my shaft must stand out. Skin color against the white leggings. She was sitting next to me now. Under the blanket with me.

Nothing happens for some time. She was shivering slightly. “Do you mind if we cuddle, just a little? So cold tonight!” she asked. There she goes! “Sure.” I was lifting the blanket. Before I know what was happening she has planted herself on my lap, sideways, one arm around me, head resting on my chest. My heart started racing. But this was exactly what I wanted. This was it. I was trying to breathe as normally as possible but it was difficult. I can felt her soft breasts pressing against me. Her butt cheeks on my thighs and – finally! The softness of her pussy against the shaft of my dick. Nothing in between. She was not wearing any underwear.

It was her skin against my skin. I am so happy I was wearing these leggings with the slit. I was feeling guilty. But it was worth it. I was swelling up to full hardness. My shaft was throbbing against her pussy.

A few moments pass. I was feeling her wetness on my skin. She was moving slightly on my lap. I was feeling so much pleasure from every of her tiniest movements. She was taking a pack of lozenges out of a small pocket in her nightdress. It was those small lozenges which you chew on and they melt in a few seconds. She was taking one in her mouth and was turning her head around towards mine. I was shocked. I can’t help but contracting the muscles of my dick, pushing against the slit of my pants. The slit was opening a bit. More skin of my shaft was now touching her wet pussy.

I was so hard! I can’t take it any longer! What was she up to now? I was half panicking. “What was your favourite flavour? This was mint.” she said as she was moving her lips closer to mine. Her lips are gently parted.

Full lips. White teeth. She was so beautiful. I was panicking. I was closing my eyes, anticipating a kiss. But instead she was just exhaling slowly onto my face. I was feeling her warm breath on my face. I was inhaling, slowly, savouring her breath. Breathing her breath.

A hint of mint. I was trying to compose myself. I was opening my eyes. She was moved her head back a little. Every little movement of her body! I was feeling it on my dick. Her butt cheeks, her pussy are massaging my dick. Squeezing my dick. I was so Hot! So hard!