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“Now, let me see your boobs!” I mumbled, when she had finally given me back my talking-tool.

She glanced up at me and smiled enticingly. Her chest heaved and her eyes went ablaze in desire. She shoved me back and popped the buttons on her blouse open. She then spun around, removed the sexy wear off her buff, brown shoulders, teasing me. The stretched-out top fluttered to the floor, joining my tongue there, as Jessica toyed with the twenty-pound-test hooks that barely held her satiny, pink bra together at the back.

“Oh gosh!” I muttered, grabbing her delicate hands and flinging them aside. I unhooked her bra with the agile fingers of the eager man – a man who really cherished big boobs.

Jessica turned around to face me, arms squeezed together to keep her deep-cupped bra in place, exhibiting enough enticing cleavage.

“Do you really like these?’ she asked and shook her chest. She dropped her arms to her sides, and her bra fell to the floor. Her huge and heavy, luscious boobs bounced in front of me. The golden-brown globes had jaunty and erect nipples. I could see her chest clearly. There was a golden ring hanging from her pierced right nipple. There was also a tattoo just below the right boobs. It had the name Femi inscribed there.

I was surprised. “You had my name tattooed on your body?” I asked as if in doubt.

“Yes, and I’ve always believed that one day you will see it.”

She was even crazier than I thought. I grabbed her lush boobs and squeezed them.

“Hmn, that feels so good,” she cooed.

I fondled the breasts more. Hefting them, I bent my head down and licked at her nipples.

“Mmm!” she moaned more, closing her eyes. From experience, I knew how supersensitive the boobs and the nipples of a lady could be. I twirled
my tongue all around first one stiff, fluffy nipple and then the other. My tongue did this longer and harder. on the nipple On the right areola
while my finger fondled the areolas and the other part of the boob.

I lapped my lips onto her right nipple and sucked on it. I did really tug on it, pulled on her ring, nursing the tit like I expected a warm gush of
nourishment any second from now.

“Suck my boobs!” Jessica moaned.

I gladly obliged her and sucked long and hard on her the particular boob. My tongue thrashed and my teeth bit into the swollen nipple. I
repeated the erotic process with her other burgeoning boob. I shoved her left nipple into my mouth.

Jessica’s body and boobs quivered in my hands, but I kept right on with the tongue-lashing, frantically feeling up her smooth, exotic boobs. Her
eyes popped wide and she moaned,

“Take me, Femi. Take me!”

I stopped handling her jaunty breasts. I then aided her to unhook her skirt. Almost in a frenzy, I unbuckled and unzipped my trousers. I made her
to lie on couch and spread her legs. Her vagina area was shaven. I could see the wetness. I shuffled forward, in between her slim, honey-dipped
limbs, my arrow-straight dick pointing stiffly and directly at her slit, I knew my organ was straining to find a home there.

“Take me!” she urged, leaning back against the back rest of the couch. Seductively, she ran her hands on her breasts and squeezed them.


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I looked away from her. I would not say yes or no. She should understand the constraints: we were not supposed to have feelings for each other in the first place.

She came to sit by my side on the sofa. “Aren’t you going to be a man?”

“I’m already a man.”

“Then, go ahead and show that you’re one. We’re free now. We’re free, so express your feelings.”

I sighed and shook my head. “It is a taboo, dear Jessica.”

I was surprised by her reaction. She burst into laughter. Now, what was funny about that?

She soon stopped the laughter. “I knew that was what you would say. Listen, I’m not going to be tied down by that ancient belief. I’ve always loved you, Femi, and I’m proud to say so.”

“That kind of feeling will not lead us anywhere,” I said emphatically.

“Point of correction: it will lead to realize that I’ve effectively expressed myself.”

This was serious, I thought briefly. Yes, in all truth, I had feelings for her, but I always believed those feelings were perversions. I never imagined
that the day would come like this when we would openly discuss it. I never even imagined that she would frankly open up like this.

She suddenly stood up. “You’re the man. You’re the one to tell me all these. Are you ready to do so, or should I leave?”

I didn’t know what to say. I sighed again. She stood up.

“Maybe I’m not welcome in this house after all.”

“Of course, you are,” I quickly said.

“So?”

There were seconds of pause. Alright, maybe I should try to be a man as she suggested.

“Come here, girl,” I said.

She remained on the same spot and stared at me daringly. “Come on Jessica.”

She remained where she was. I understood. I stood up to go and meet her.

“It’s just I was scared,” I said.

“Scared of what?”

“Scared of what will be the consequence. I’ve always desired you, Jessica.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, that is so. I’ve always fantasized about holding you in my hands, kissing you and even making love to you.”

“You have the opportunity to realize those fantasies now.”

I nodded. “You’re right. I’m not going to miss that golden opportunity.”



* * *

My lips came down on hers. I grabbed her in my arms, crushing my mouth
against hers. She moaned, grabbed on to my head and knocked some breath out of me as I clasped her. We kissed passionately. Jessica’s round mounds pressed against my chest, her thick tongue squirming around inside my mouth, her tits and tongue again knocking the wind right out of me.

“Gosh, I’ve been waiting to do this all this while!” she muttered. It was like echoing my thoughts exactly. She caught my slippery sticker between
her winsome white teeth and started sucking on it. In the process, she blew her tongue well as if she was trying to
blow cock. I grunted my satisfaction and gripped her bum. I then slid my ready hands up and under her seductively short skirt and going skin-on-skin with her firm, fascinating butt cheeks. I roughly kneaded her sassy seat cushions, lifting the hot-blooded and bodied babe clear off the ground, as she anxiously sucked on my tongue.

“Now, let me see your boobs!” I mumbled, when she had finally given me back my talking-tool.

She glanced up at me and smiled enticingly. Her chest heaved and her eyes went ablaze in desire. She shoved me back and popped the buttons
on her blouse open. She then spun around, removed the sexy wear off her buff, brown shoulders, teasing me. The stretched-out top fluttered to the floor, joining my tongue there, as Jessica toyed with the twenty-pound-test hooks that barely held her satiny, pink bra together at the back.

“Oh gosh!” I muttered, grabbing her delicate hands and flinging them aside. I unhooked her bra with the agile fingers of the eager man – a man who really cherished big boobs.



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She looked at me intently. “You mean you don’t know I have feelings for you?”

Feelings? What feelings was she talking about?
“I know that I’m your brother and you like your brother a lot,” I answered.

She nodded. “Yes, there’s no doubt that I like you as my brother. But the feelings go beyond that.”

I was suddenly alarmed. I stared at the bottle of brandy. Had Jessica become drunk so soon?

“I should never have served you this,” I said, still looking at the bottle. “I should have served you fruit juice.”

“You’re trying to divert the topic, Femi,” she said gently. “Do I look like a drunk person? Listen, I’ve been bottling this feeling for a long time and I’ve come to the point when I cannot contain it anymore. That’s why I’m here.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Jessica. You’re my sister!”

She stopped drinking from the brandy; perhaps to show that the little she had taken could not be enough to make her tipsy.

“Are you saying you don’t have any feelings for me?” she asked.

Now, what kind of question was that? I knew that she was beautiful and attractive. I knew that she had the figure and shape that could drive a man crazy. But she was my sister for God’s sake!
Listen, Jessica …”

“Answer the question first. I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. I’ve seen some ogle in your eyes. Can you frankly tell me that you don’t have any feelings for me?”

I looked away from her. I would not say yes or no. She should understand the constraints: we were not supposed to have feelings for each other in the first place.

She came to sit by my side on the sofa. “Aren’t you going to be a man?”

“I’m already a man.”

“Then, go ahead and show that you’re one. We’re free now. We’re free, so express your feelings.”
I sighed and shook my head. “It is a taboo, dear Jessica.”

I was surprised by her reaction. She burst into laughter. Now, what was funny about that?

She soon stopped the laughter. “I knew that was what you would say. Listen, I’m not going to be tied down by that ancient belief. I’ve always loved you, Femi, and I’m proud to say so.”

“That kind of feeling will not lead us anywhere,” I said emphatically.

“Point of correction: it will lead to realize that I’ve effectively expressed myself.”

This was serious, I thought briefly. Yes, in all truth, I had feelings for her, but I always believed those feelings were perversions. I never imagined that the day would come like this when we would openly discuss it. I never even imagined that she would frankly open up like this.

She suddenly stood up. “You’re the man. You’re the one to tell me all these. Are you ready to do so, or should I leave?”

I didn’t know what to say. I sighed again. She stood up.

“Maybe I’m not welcome in this house after all.”

“Of course, you are,” I quickly said.

“So?”

There were seconds of pause. Alright, maybe I should try to be a man as she suggested.

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I stared at the television.

“Is it that you’re yet to meet a lady you can marry?” she asked. “What happens to all those numerous girl-friends that you have?”

“To start with, I don’t have numerous girlfriends. Secondly, let’s just say I’m yet to meet the one that is a wife material.”

“It’s good that you’ve not met the one that you can marry,” she said.

I thought I didn’t hear her well. “What did you say?”

“I said it is good that you have not met the lady that you can marry.”

I clouded my eyes a bit. “Why did you say that?”

She shrugged. “That situation will give someone like me a chance.”

I nearly choked on my drinks. Did I hear her right?

“Hey, take it easy,” she said.

I calmed down after some seconds. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

“You know what I’m talking about Femi.”

I shook my head vehemently. “No, I don’t.”

She looked at me intently. “You mean you don’t know I have feelings for you?”

Feelings? What feelings was she talking about?

“I know that I’m your brother and you like your brother a lot,” I answered.

She nodded. “Yes, there’s no doubt that I like you as my brother. But the feelings go beyond that.”

I was suddenly alarmed. I stared at the bottle of brandy. Had Jessica become drunk so soon?

“I should never have served you this,” I said, still looking at the bottle. “I should have served you fruit juice.”

“You’re trying to divert the topic, Femi,” she said gently. “Do I look like a drunk person? Listen, I’ve been bottling this feeling for a long time
and I’ve come to the point when I cannot contain it anymore. That’s why I’m here.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Jessica. You’re my sister!”

She stopped drinking from the brandy; perhaps to show that the little she had taken could not be enough to make her tipsy.

“Are you saying you don’t have any feelings for me?” she asked.

Now, what kind of question was that? I knew that she was beautiful and attractive. I knew that she had the figure and shape that could drive a
man crazy. But she was my sister for God’s sake!

Listen, Jessica …”

“Answer the question first. I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. I’ve seen some ogle in your eyes. Can you frankly tell me that you
don’t have any feelings for me?”

I looked away from her. I would not say yes or no. She should understand the constraints: we were not supposed to have feelings for each
other in the first place.

She came to sit by my side on the sofa. “Aren’t you going to be a man?”

“I’m already a man.”

“Then, go ahead and show that you’re one. We’re free now. We’re free, so express your feelings.”

I sighed and shook my head. “It is a taboo, dear Jessica.”

I was surprised by her reaction. She burst into laughter. Now, what was funny about that?


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“Welcome to your new home, boy,” I told myself. I sat in the sitting-room and flipped on the Samsung flat-screen television. It was already connected for cable service. I nodded and grinned. Dad certainly had everything arranged. That was one of the good things about him.

My phone beeped. It was my sister, Jessica.

“Are you in your new place already?” she asked.

“Yes, Jessica.”

“Good. I’m on my way. You’re about to receive your first visitor.”

I grinned. “Okay, sis, you’re welcome.”

I sat in the sitting-room and watched a sports channel. About thirty minutes after Jessica had call, she called again.

“I’m at the gate, but it’s locked,” she said.

“Okay, one minute.” I had locked the gate from inside after I had driven in. I went there to open it for her. She came in her Toyota Corolla which
she parked beside my car.

“It’s a fine place, but it’s going to be lonely,” she commented.

I grinned. “I guess I will have to find a way to overcome that.”

I preceded her to my flat.

“Hmn, cozy and nice place you have here, Femi.”

“Thank you. Dad would have done same to you, but then; a lady is the one that will go to her husband’s house.”

“I know.”

“Sit down. How do I entertain you?”

“How do you mean?”

I smiled. “There are drinks in the house. Juice, wines and brandies are in the refrigerator.”

“Oh, that’s lovely. Let me have some brandy then.”

I was surprised at her choice. “Since when did you start drinking brandy?”

“Don’t worry. Just get me one.”

I shrugged. If she wanted brandy, then so be it. I went to fetch a bottle of the drink and two glasses. I was soon back in the sitting-room where I
opened the bottle and poured the drinks.

“To a successful independent life,” Jessica toasted. “Cheers!”

“Cheers!” I returned.

We sipped from our glasses.

“So, you’re going to be living here all alone?” she asked.

I grinned. “Maybe dad wants me to feel lonely so that I can hasten my plans about marrying. But then, you’re the first born. You should be the
one they should disturb to get married.”

She shrugged. “You are the only son,” she reminded me. “Maybe that’s why they are particular about you.”

“Maybe. Problem is I don’t have any such plan now.”

She chuckled. “Well, I don’t have the plan too.”

I stared at the television.

“Is it that you’re yet to meet a lady you can marry?” she asked. “What happens to all those numerous girl-friends that you have?”

“To start with, I don’t have numerous girlfriends. Secondly, let’s just say I’m yet to meet the one that is a wife material.”

“It’s good that you’ve not met the one that you can marry,” she said.

I thought I didn’t hear her well. “What did you say?”


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