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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!

Michael. The son he’d never had. I’d been alone with Christy behind closed doors ever since the two of us learned how to close a door. I had his TRUST.

Lower than a horse turd was too good for me.

not that Christy cared about how I was feeling. Strike that. She very much cared, she simply didn’t have any intention of respecting how I was feeling. To that end, she parked me on her bed, climbed into my lap, tenderly held my head in her hands, and softly pressed her lips to mine.

“Christy,” I groaned, prying her face off mine. “We need to-- mmph!”

She’d cut me off with a kiss.

So I pried her off again. “I’m serious. We nee-- mmph!”

Again, she cut me off.

So I pried her off again. “Christy, seriously. Last night ... oh holy crap ... Mmph!”

I’d been wearing comfortable Adidas track pants, nothing fancy, with a super-stretchy waistband. So it had been easy for Christy’s hand to slip down and grab hold of my cock, which she started squeezing and stroking while she once again sealed her mouth on top of mine.

The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back across her bed while Christy and I made out with a fury. Every time I tried to break the kiss, her hand tightened a little more around my rapidly-elongating shaft. Every time I tried to say something, she kissed me a little harder and what little mental processing capacity I had available for verbal communication got reassigned to sexual stimulation.

Perhaps two minutes later, Christy finally broke for air, slid down the bed, and pulled my track pants and underwear with her. “Keep it down,” she hissed. “Unless you want my dad to come find us with your dick in my mouth.”

I kept quiet. My dick was already in her mouth.

Five minutes later, I sat up against Christy’s headboard, breathing hard while she snuggled up against my right side. Her hand was beneath my shirt as she rubbed my chest, a silly smile on her face as she enjoyed having a belly full of my cum.

“Mmm ... tasty...” she giggled.

But once I caught my breath, Ilooked down at her and breathed in deeply, all the guilt and mental anguish returning to my beleaguered (but no longer distracted) brain. “We need to talk.”

“I’m done talking to you about this,” she said wearily, with a look that suggested she’d rather do anything than have another ‘talk’. “I really do love you, but I hate going in circles about the same fucking thing. I’m not your little sister! Bleep, I’m a month older than you! Get this in your head: We’re not related! I understand that we grew up together, and that you have a mental conflict about sexualizing me. But I really don’t think you’d have this problem if I was 5’10” with Sam’s boobs. When I complain about you not fantasizing about me because I’m a little shorty compared to everyone else, there’s more than a kernel of truth there.”

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.

Bleep her. I was getting bolder stepping closer to her, so close. As I was walking my sports wear are slipping down to my ankles.

I was half naked, she was half naked. Her ass almost touching me. I was stroking my dick, faster and faster. How I’d love to Bleep her pussy, her ass. Just ram my hardness inside her. Hold her by the hips, take her doggy style. No mercy! This petite beautiful body! My other hand was running down my shaft, between my shaved balls. Kept going on my shaft until I reach my asshole. I was resting my finger near it. Half on my shaft, half on my asshole and push against it. Making light circles. Double the pleasure! I was so close to cumming. Precum all over my tip. I was too caught up in my lust, too late to notice that she was adjusting to lie on her back. She was almost touched me! Phew! Her face and upper body perfectly hidden behind her blanket. Hey toy was in her as ass now.

As she was lying on her back I can see her beautiful flat belly. She was stroking her clit, up and down, sideways, circling. Faster and faster. She started arching her back a little. She was pulling on her toy. Her asshole was spreading, getting bigger. Eventually the toy was out. Her asshole gaping. I can hear a suppressed moan by her. She was inserting two fingers into her pussy, her other hand kept stroking her clit. Faster, faster, faster!

Her back was arching further up. She was spreading her pussy, started twitching, contracting. I was hearing another suppressed moan from her. She was cumming. I was so close to her. As she was climaxing, to my surprise, a tiny squirt splashes out of her pussy! A few drops land on my hand, my thigh, my dick. That was it! It was pushing me over the line! I was cumming like crazy in my hand, just managing to contain my cum without cumming all over her. I was breathing heavily. She must hear it. She must know I’ve watched. She was slowly closing her legs, pressing her thighs together. Show was over.

I was backing off, walking funny with my pants at my ankles. Straight to the bathroom. Cleaning myself up. She must hear it all. How obvious I was! Stopped my steps right in front of her room. And as soon as the show was over I walked away. Does it matter? I think we’re past that stage. We both know that we’re playing games and that this will be over soon. Bimbo has contrary to my fear stepped up her game. I was going to do the same. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Some time has passed. Dora was away for work as usual. I have been fantasizing about Bimbo ever since I watched her masturbate. I am undeniably obsessed with her. Some nights I can’t sleep properly. I keep thinking about her, her stunning beauty. How she was making such an effort to seduce me. My desire for her was growing. I can’t hold back much longer. I was really hopeless around her. My longing for her was so strong, that I can’t resist but to up my game as well.

I was not the innocent stepfather who was being seduced by her. I know the reality. I was letting this happen. Because I like it. I love it! The pleasure was so intense, so heavenly! And she knows that I was letting it happen.