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Episode 7 ��

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The next morning I awoke to the sound of my family leaving. I embraced them in turn except for Agatha who was already outside the room.
“Femi, take good care of yourself and be a good boy,” my father said in his deep voice. I simply nodded my head in affirmation of what he said. My Aunt, Biola, Aramide, and I followed behind as we saw them off.

My mom and her sister had always been very close to each other. She hugged my Aunt and then said, “Don’t hesitate to alert me if Femi gives you any trouble, and don’t waste time smacking him if he acts up. You have my permission.” We just laughed over it. “I will,” my Aunt replied in Yoruba. We followed them until we got to the major street where my father waved down a cab. “Don’t forget to be prayerful my dear. Pray in the morning, afternoon, and nights.” Of course, you should know who the speaker was. It was my father, he was advising my Aunt to be prayerful.

Biola, my Aunt, Aramide, and I stood and watched as they all entered the cab. I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When finally we got back home, Biola spent most of the time cleaning around the house. My Aunt was indoors, mainly. She was always there with her three years old son, Segun. I was inside the bedroom, the deceased room. Aramide joined Biola in the house chores.
Later around 10 am, we had breakfast after which I returned to the room and got busy with my phone.

***

The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the daily routine. Surprisingly my Aunt knew as much as if not more than my father about tending the farm. Biola and I found ourselves following her lead most of the time we went to the farm.
As the day went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around Biola. And slowly I began to grow more and more fond of Biola and she did notice we were getting closer by the day.
My father called my Aunt daily just to check up on her. The only day he called me was the day they left Ibadan. Bukola on the other hand was ignoring my WhatsApp messages. She was still angry I refused to pick up her calls that day, and I was unable to return her calls that same day. She refused to pick up my calls the following day and onwards.

The next day I noticed I had no clothes in my small bag again. I have worn all that I came with. I stayed in the bedroom wondering what to do.
"Femi, what would you like to eat for breakfast?" Biola yelled from the kitchen.
"I'll be fine with anything you prepare," I replied.
After a few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready."
“Okay, I’m coming,” I answered.
Meanwhile, I had no clothes to put on except my boxers. And I couldn’t stand repeating my dirty clothes. I’d have to wash them before putting them on again. I searched the room for possible clothes to put on but I was only scared of wearing the deceased clothes which were hung in the wardrobe. I don’t know if was cool wearing dead folk's clothes, so I couldn’t wear the one I thought to be my size.
So I left the room wearing just my boxers. My morning wood was gone and I was glad. The thought of going to the kitchen with only my boxers with my erected manhood was quite frightening.

Aramide and Segun had gone to school. My Aunt as usual was in her room. It had always been her safer place since after the funeral. Sometimes she still broke into tears and cried. She’d call her husband by his name—and other days, she would keep talking to herself. I really felt for my Aunt then. It was never easy on her; losing a loved one could be very devastating.
“Femi, what happened? No clothes again?” Asked Biola when she sighted me coming towards the kitchen.
“Umm, my clothes are dirty. I need to wash them or probably get new ones,” I replied while my left hand desperately tried to cover my manhood.
“Hmmm, new ones? You have the money?” She asked. I simply smiled and took the plate of beans and pap she prepared.

We were now both seated opposite each other in the dining room, very close to the sitting room. The TV was on and the fan was in motion up there at the ceiling. Biola was putting on a jeans bum shorts and a sleeveless. I could see the sides of her breasts and her standing nips which pointed at me.
Though she didn’t see it as anything wearing such in my very before, my mind already went dirty. I was imagining myself pulling those succulent flesh off her sleeveless. The sleeveless was probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her boobs were sizeable enough that it stretched the fabric slightly, I could almost picture her naked through it. My machine was gradually getting up the more I looked at her. I only hope I didn’t have to stand up soon. So instead, I ate my breakfast slowly.

“Femi, why are you staring at my breasts?” Biola queried in Yoruba. Damn! She finally caught me. I felt more embarrassed than ever. “Ahhh! Did I?” I stuttered. “Of course, you did. Haven’t you seen a breast before?” She taunted and pressed her left cleavage. We both laughed, but I noticed she was a naughty fellow. Like, why would she comfortably press her boobs before me?
Well, I tried not to think about anything sexual but my d*ck literally throbbed as she pressed her cleavage jokingly. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine. My machine had become hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my boxers.

“Men and breast shaa,” she broke the awkward silence. I just giggled and tried to concentrate on my food, but I couldn’t stop looking up at Biola's incredible, round, and soft breast sitting in front of me. Lust simply took over me. She had a tan line around her boobs. I wanted to handle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight.
Soon, Biola was done eating and she headed toward the kitchen to dump her plates in the sink. It was Aramide who does the washing of the dishes but Biola felt like doing it for her.

“So are you getting new clothes or do you intend to wash the ones you have worn?” Biola queried from the kitchen.
“Umm, I don’t even know. What do you think?” I added?
“I don’t know for you…whichever one you want to,” she said.
“Well, I think I need to wash my clothes, so by the time they are sun-dried, I’d wear one to the market and buy a few clothes.”
“Perfect. Good idea. I actually wanted you to buy something for me at the market,” she said.
“No. Just stop it. I actually wanted us to go together. I don’t even know anywhere in Ibadan.”
She laughed. I smiled.
“So you have seen the Biola that knows Ibadan better than you do, right? How often do you think I visit Ibadan? She questioned.
“I don’t know but I think you ought to know better than myself.”
“Keep thinking. I advise you to go with Aramide. She knows literally everywhere,” she said, standing before the TV in the sitting room while I was still in the dining room.
“Aramide ke?”
“Yes. Is she not your sister?” Just go with her whenever you are ready. She said and then walked inside the bedroom. The last bedroom at the extreme. It was a three-bedroom flat. She shared that room with my sister, Aramide.

At this time, my machine had gone back to its original size. I headed straight to the kitchen where I dropped my plate and left. The next in my mind was washing all my dirty clothes. My jeans were mostly stained, unlike my tops. I saw the bathroom door slightly open and I walked towards the door and not until I pushed the door and I was puzzled to see Biola without clothes. She was about to take her bath and I was unaware of her presence in the bathroom. It was the first time I saw a girl in real nude.
Biola didn't hesitate to bang on the door. "Femiiii," she stressed the last syllable. I was still motionless and dumbfounded by what my eyes saw. So many dirty thoughts already rushed through my head. I even imagined bathing with her. Shit. I was really dealt with by lust.

Then I returned to my bedroom and sat calmly on the bed. Soon after, she came out of the bathroom. She walked straight to my room. She had wet hair dripping with water droplets and her white towel which was tied above her cleavages. I thought Biola was going to yell at me again or perhaps scold me for badging on her privacy. But instead, she looked me in the eyes and all I saw in those eyes were anger. "Ma binu," I muttered. I meant "I'm sorry." She simply stalked off immediately.
After some minutes, I went back to the bathroom and washed my clothes.

***

The next day, I was watching television when she came and sat by me. After some minutes, she asked me about yesterday's incident and I really got scared. But then Biola laughed over it and I was surprised she didn't make me feel bad again. She only cautioned me to be watchful or else one day I'd do the same to my Aunt and I wouldn't like the outcome.

Moments later, the weather changed and the cloud was suddenly getting darker. We could feel cold freeze too. I quickly opened the window, "Let me get my clothes outside. It seemed it's about to rain," I turned to Biola.
"Please, help me also with mine. They are beside yours," Biola pleaded.
"Okay." I left the living room.

After picking up my clothes, I saw her undies and her black bra. I already pictured her soft cleavage standing on the sponge bra in my hand. As I opened the door, she told me to put her undies and bra in her bag, and I did as she said.
Later in the night, there was no light but my system was fully charged. Biola and I were to watch a movie of her choice from my laptop.

As the movie started, there came a few sensual scenes. Nudity and sex scenes were there. I tried not to think about sex but after some time, I felt Biola's hand gradually moving through the bed sheet until she finally put her left hand inside my boxers and had a tight grip on my d*ck.

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Episode 8 ��

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I realized Biola was as Hot as me. I slowly turned to give her more access to my machine but Biola quickly removed her hand from beneath my boxers. She started resisting me, but I knew how Hot she was. “Femi, it’s wrong,” she said. I was shocked. Like, how would she kick off my engine, and all of a sudden she started telling me it’s wrong. Or perhaps she wanted to tease me or what? I pondered.

After some time, I tried getting over it, but at that point, I couldn’t resist the urge. I had zero self-control. Only that grip on my dick already turned me on and I couldn’t concentrate on the movie anymore. I made advancement with my left hand towards Biola's ass. She was putting on light clothes and I could feel the softness of them on my palm. I could feel my manhood rising and getting harder. Ten seconds after resting my hand on her soft flesh, Biola pushed my hand off.

We continued watching the movie again, but she noticed I wasn’t concentrating anymore. I was restless too.
“Femi, I don’t expect you to feel this way,” she broke the long silence.
"What way do you mean?” I asked in Yoruba.
“See, I know I touched your stuff, but you just have to forgive me. I forgot it’s you,” she said.

Silence.

“So you thought I was who?” I broke the awkward silence.
“My boyfriend,” she said and paused.

Damn! Words can’t explain how I felt when Biola said that, but I knew the feeling was awful. I mean I felt jealous on hearing her say she had a boyfriend. I knew I shouldn’t probably feel bad but at that point, I knew I had lost the battle. I had thought Biola would give me green light just like Agatha and Bukola. I wanted her so badly as we lay on the bed facing my laptop. I have grown fond of Biola and wanted to have access to her tempting curves.

“You have a boyfriend?” I queried.
“Yes, I do. Any problem?” She looked me in the eyes. I quickly averted my eyes and didn’t know what next to say. She seemed so mean at that point. I wanted to ask if she was a virgin but on the second thought, it seemed insensitive and stupid of me. So since she said she had a boyfriend. What’s even the need of knowing when she won’t still allow me to have access to her alluring body.
Biola soon realized the movie had lots of sex scenes and she said:

"Wo, Femi, change this movie,” she said.
“What's the problem?” I asked without turning to look her in the face.
“Pastor’s son, what are you even doing with such movies in the first?” Biola suddenly remembered I was a Pastor's son. All this while she didn’t realize I was the son of a pastor.
“What should I have in my system instead?”
“Christian movies that teach good morals,” she taunted, smiling sheepishly.

She clicked on my folder and searched for another movie. Not long after she started a new movie, her phone rang. She quickly picked it up from the bed and swiped right. “Hello,” she began. I turned down the volume of the system so I could hear whatever she said and if possible hear from the other side. I was so interested to know who could be calling her by that time of the night, so I paid rapt attention. And she thought I turned down the volume in her favor.

“Ife mi, Bawaoni?” Biola added to my discomfort. She meant my love, how are you? I guess it was her supposed boyfriend on the other side. Biola was all smiles. I had my eyes glued to my system but my ears were wide open to their conversation. I turned ‘olofofo' that I didn’t want to miss anything.
Five—ten—fifteen minutes, and yet Biola was still on call. It wasn’t going well with me. I felt jealous. I had never spoken lengthy on the phone with any girl. Never had a girlfriend, too.

Biola went on with the call—sharing the recent happenings with her supposed boyfriend. She talked about the funeral—and how she decided to stay back and spend time with her brother’s wife. I thought she would mention my name along the line but nothing of such came through her mouth. At intervals, she busted out in laughter. I hate to admit that I was damn jealous and at the same time pissed off. And she seemed not interested to know how I felt.

When finally Biola ended the call, I observed the time in my system, appropriately, she spent fifty minutes on a call. I was wowed. Not even a WhatsApp voice call. His supposed boyfriend must be doing pretty well to have spent so much on the call. Biola was smiling sheepishly while her phone led light illuminated her face.

About fifteen minutes later, light was restored; the blue bulb in the room illuminated and likewise did other bulbs in the house. Segun and Aramide would have screamed “Up Nepa” but they were all fast asleep, my Aunt inclusive. Biola left my room and returned after ten minutes or so. She said she wanted to do one of her school assignments before going to bed. I knew she had just a few days before going back to Lagos. She joined me in the bed again. I was still busy with my system ( this time I wasn’t watching movies again) while Biola concentrated on her books.

About an hour later, I turned in Biola's direction and she had already fallen asleep with her books by her side. I carefully removed her books from the bed without waking her up so she wouldn’t mistakenly get them torn. I looked down at her ass and felt like touching it again. That feeling of having a second feeling of her flesh enveloped me. I kept a steady gaze at it while my hand was advancing. Not until I overheard a sound from the door. I quickly turned and pretended and closed my eyes. Then someone walked in. My heart thudded against my rib. I remained unmoved still and pretended to be fast asleep. I couldn’t think of any other person except my Aunt. I did perceive her aura and when was close to the door, about to go, I opened my left eye and saw it was her. That was how I lay there calmly and dozed off.

Around 3 am it started raining and there was no light anymore. And then I felt Biola's hand on my back. She was sleeping talking but I didn’t understand what she was saying. She was gradually cuddling me and getting closer. I felt she was probably feeling cold or something, so I remained calm. I already had enough embarrassment and I didn’t want her to shun me again. She could be dramatic and unpredictable.

But Biola continued rubbing her hands on my back. Her legs too were moving but it all seemed like was making love with someone in her dream. Her eyes were shut but she was all over me. My heart was beating faster unknown to her. She finally took my left hand and squeezed it between her legs.
This was the end of my patience and I was finally sure she wanted the flow. I knew it was immoral but that was what I had been doing with Bukola and Agatha. Biola shouldn’t be exceptional, even when I knew she had a boyfriend, yet I gave in, and slowly, my hands reached for her tits through her silky cloth. And I started squeezing them. She also got my permission and leaned toward me. With time, my hands got a proper grip on her tight tits, and I squeezed them with my full strength.

She had already started to enjoy it and was biting her lips out of pleasure. Shortly, her hands shifted from my shoulders to the back of my head, and she strongly pulled my face toward her face. As our lips met, it turned into a wet and strong kiss. I took my hands off her tits and placed them on her unprotected, pulling her closer to me. Soon, our kiss became so passionate that we both started to grasp for air. After kissing each other for a continuous period, we finally allowed each other to breathe.

We both were now deeply drowned in our lust and we both had forgotten the right and wrongs. She put her hand on my t-shirt and pulled it off. However, I again wanted to taste her sweet mouth, so I again started kissing her. Shortly, her hand reached for my cock, and she started to rub her hand on my crotch.

My cock felt her strong rub, and it started throbbing. My cock was now fully hard and had created a huge bulge in my shorts. This increased my horniness, and I started to kiss her with as much intensity as I could.
Soon, my cock started hurting, and I felt the need to get rid of my boxers. My cock was throbbing so hard that I was struggling to pull it out. But Biola didn't want me to pull it yet.

Now, I thought that I had to take further action or all this will end and never come again. I held her face with both my hands in front of mine and looked into her eyes. Biola's eyes were glittering with joy and they were asking for more.
The heat from our bodies was emerging like a fire and was burning inside both of us. That fire was rising with every passing second.

She asked me, “You really want to do this?" This sentence made me hornier and I said “yes” with just my eyes.
She grabbed me and we started rolling on the bedsheet like two dogs on heat period. The room was enveloped with darkness, we could only see through the window. We kept rolling and suddenly we got to the end of the end unknown to us, I was on top of her, and that was how I landed on the tiled floor with my head. I yelled loudly in anguish as blood flooded the floor. Biola was panicking that she didn't get to wear her clothes before my Aunt rushed in.

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Episode 9 ��

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I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant, invading my nostrils. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hit me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts. I did fall off the bed. The cold air hit my face as I landed on the tiled floor. Biola was panicking, and I remembered she was without clothes. I overheard my Aunt scream from her bedroom and I recalled she rushed into my room. I knew the pain jolted throughout my body, and I was bleeding. I was still alive. I knew one or two neighbors surrounded me. Some were dialing numbers of bike men and car owners within the neighborhood. It was midnight and it was raining. A man was telling me, “Femi, you’ll be fine.” I think he covered my head with a white cloth. I felt my head breathing as blood flooded my entire face.

Who brought me here? I looked around the hospital ward—and there was nobody by my side. No hospital staff too. Out of impulse, my hand traveled to my face, pressing the throbbing area by my forehead. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back onto the bed. My body was engulfed in pain as if objecting to my decision to stand up. I lay there pathetically waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with white fluorescent light. I still didn’t know how I got here, who took me here, and how long I’ve been here. My series of questions was interrupted as my Aunt emerged from the door of the room with her mobile phone close to her ear. From the look of things, she was talking to my father. “Femi, are you better now?” She simpered, putting a hand out to pet my head. I told her I was fine, even when it was a complete lie.

“So shall we go back tomorrow morning? Or would you like to leave in the evening?” She asked. Leave? No. “I haven’t recovered. I need to stay here for some time,” I answered. My Aunt later gave me the phone. I spoke with my Dad. And he began with, “Femi, are you still a kid that you still roll around while sleeping,” he asked. It was then I knew Biola had cooked up lies in our favor. If she hadn’t, I knew it would have been a different case. How was she able to convince my Aunt? Was she able to put on her clothes before she came in? The thoughts that rushed through my head.

My father later prayed with me over the phone. He assured me God’s healing hands would come upon me and I’d be fine in no time. I replied simply with “Amen”.
When I fell asleep later in the night, in my dream, I saw myself taken up by a hand of unseen forces. I couldn’t see the face, but It held me by my left hand. We were both walking in an unknown direction. We soon got to a tall building and the unknown being wanted us to jump down from such height, and that was when I woke up. My heart was pounding faster. It then occurred to me I have been sleeping on my back, facing the ceiling. Each time I slept in that position, it had always been one nightmare or the other. "Femi, this isn't one of your regular nightmares. Make your ways right with your maker, or except tribulations soon," I heard a voice from inner me. I tried shutting it off but it kept on and on and was quite disturbing. My mind wasn't at rest until when finally I decided I'd change my ways.

The following morning, I rose from the hospital bed and my Aunt was sitting next to me. “Femi, hope you’re getting better?” she said. “Yes, I’m better now. I have decided I’ll be staying back here in Ibadan rather than going back to Ondo. “What happened? Why have you chosen to stay back?” she asked?

“Nothing is interesting about there,” I stuttered.
“Hmm, hope it’s not because of your broken head,” she giggled.
“No, Aunty, I prefer Ibadan to Ondo. Just these few days have proven to be better than the life over there.”
“Well, I don’t know what else to say. Have you called your father and informed him about it?”
“No. I’ll call them later.”

Later in the day, I was finally discharged from the hospital, but I still had bandages around my head like someone coming from a war zone. Biola came to me when I was in my room and for some seconds nobody said anything to each other. She had her eyes fixed on my bandaged head. “I’m sorry Femi, she broke the short silence. She then moved and sat closer to me on the bed. “How do you feel now?” she asked in Yoruba.

“I'm okay. What did you tell them happened? I can’t remember all that happened that night.” I finally spoke. Biola giggled and smirked. “Hmm, you needed to see how fast I quickly tied myself with a wrapper. Aunt Bose would have met me without clothes,” she paused. “And it would have been worse if you had no clothes on then,” she was referring to me. I was only imagining the pictures of how things would have turned out. Biola later apologized for what happened. She said we allowed our emotions to rule over us and we got carried away, too.

After we ate dinner that evening, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Dad's number. He answered and said, “Hold on, let me put the phone on speaker, your mom is here,” I heard him call mom over, then he said, “Femi, how are you? Hope you’re getting better? How’s your Aunt? He uttered in one breath. I told them I was doing well, and so was my Aunt. I then proceeded to tell them why I called, “Dad, mom, I don’t want to come back to Ondo again. I want to stay here and process my school stuff, since the University of Ibadan is here,” I said.

Dad said, “Femi, I don’t understand this your sudden decision of staying back? Is there something you’re not telling us?”
My mom then chimed in with, “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes, mom, I’m absolutely sure,” I answered.
“Well, if that’s the best decision you think for yourself, no problem, we’ll send some of your clothes and belongings along,” said Dad.
“Thank you, Dad. That’ll be nice and I’d appreciate knowing when you’re about to send them.”

“How about your Aunt? Is she handy?” Dad asked.
“Yes, she’s been listening to our whole conversation,” I said.
“Hello, Bose,” he began, “Has Femi been behaving himself?”
“Yea, he has always been a good boy. Good evening, sir,” she said, then continued, “He's hardworking, just like her younger sister, Aramide. He told me about his decision this morning. Although I’m surprised but that’s not a bad idea if you ask me.”

“Good to hear he’s been amazing,” replied my father in Yoruba.
“Okay,” said Dad, “Do take care of them and yourself too, everything will be fine.”
"Alright, I'll." My Aunt handed the phone to me.
“Goodnight Dad, goodnight, Mom,” I replied and disconnected.

This happened to be one of the best decisions I made in my quest to return to my maker. I heard that same voice again and it said, “Good one Femi, you’re gradually making progress in returning to your maker. Going back to Ondo would keep you in bondage while you keep soiling yourself with either Agatha or Bukola.”
I wasn't sure of what I was doing, I was only going by the instructions from the strange voice. I knew my Biola had this look that justify, "Hope this thing hasn't affected Femi mentally?" She had noticed my calmness and how suddenly I decided to stay back in Ibadan.

****

The following day was Friday, and Biola started getting her stuff ready. It was time to return to school. She planned to leave around noon. Ibadan to Lagos is about two hours trip.
When she was finally ready to go, I couldn’t see her off because I was feeling so tired. She came to my room, and for some seconds we both looked at each other without uttering a word.
“Femi, please, do take care of yourself,” she broke the short silence.
"Thank you,” I uttered without looking her in the face.
“We will talk on the phone,” she added.
"Alright, no wahala,” I sounded so cold. Biola quietly left the room. My Aunty gave her some money before she finally zoomed off.

What next? I had pondered. Then I heard that same voice again, “Femi, I’ll direct your steps.” There was another voice countering the previous voice and it was louder, “Femi, this is not the right time to return to your maker. You’d still go back to your vomit. Do you know why? You haven’t had sex yet and once you have such an opportunity, you’d still fall,” There seemed to be a peal of laughter that followed the voice. I was troubled.

Later in the night, I got woken by a voice to pray. It was that same calm voice, “Femi, wake up. It’s time to pray; get your Bible and read first.” I realized I didn’t come to Ibadan with my Bible, so I used the one on my phone. There weren’t particular chapters and verses I heard, so I scrolled through my phone until I paused at first Corinthians 6:18 and I read, “Flee from sexual sin. No other sin so clearly affects the body like this one. For sexual immorality is a sin against your own body.” I continued to verse 9, “Don't you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself.” I paused.
I felt my conscience pricking me. And before I knew it, I started praying; I prayed for God’s mercies and forgiveness for everything I had done in time past. I didn't know how come about the strength to pray. It was unusual.

After the prayers, I went to bed. And that night, I slept like a baby.
The following day, I began my day with prayers. It was so unlike me. I’d always wake up and start with my phone, but that morning was unique. It was then I realized something was working in me. I then remembered my father’s daily quote, “No man can do the things of God, except He is with him.” It seemed God was finally with me. I smiled at the realization that my life had taken a new turn. I had always wanted to do the right thing but I kept falling.

Then, I heard the same voice again, and this time it said, “Femi, you’re making progress. The next thing to do now is to confess all your sins.” My heart suddenly missed a beat. Damn! Confess all my sins? To who? My father?



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Ride on...

u are damn good bro

Nice writings.....

Confess gini

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u are damn good bro

Thank you.

pyro10:
Nice writings.....

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Adesina12:
Confess what?
Ko joo rara
He better die with the secret
Sweet popcorn for you

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Die with the secret indeed

Episode 10 ���

Written by: Frank The Writer

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Two weeks later, the bandages were all gone but the scars were still there each time I looked in the mirror. The pains were gone too and I could freely walk anywhere. The house was now left with my Aunt, his son, Aramide, and I. It felt like a new experience in absence of Biola who had gone back to school. I was faced with more house chores except cooking, which was taken care of by my Aunt, and sometimes, Aramide. Aside from housework, I was useful to my Aunt on her cassava farm.

One night, Bukola seemed to be in good mood. She finally remembered to text back, and the content of her messages was complaints. She was angry I didn’t inform her while leaving for Ibadan, and even when she called, I didn’t pick up. I tried apologizing politely but she seemed not interested. She thought I was going to continue begging her and possibly pet her like I had been doing the earlier days she was snubbing my texts. I didn’t stress myself trying to convince, and that actually got her pissed off. She blocked me.

Days later, I finally went with Aramide to the market. Ogunpa market; around Dugbe Alawo axis of Ibadan North Local Government Area. The market bubbled with loud noise from far and near. There were several shops at every angle. Bigger shops look more attractive. The hawkers were shouting to sell their goods. All in the quest to attract customers by singing praises of their goods due to the competition they face—because several hawkers were selling the same commodities.

Instead of buying a few clothes as I had earlier planned, I changes my mind, since my father promised to waybill some of my clothes after I told them my plans to stay back here. I bought new underwear instead. I needed to replace them badly. Some of my boxers were torn and old.
It was really very pleasant to walk around Ogunpa market that particular evening with Aramide. It’s a place where one could get valuable experiences.

Later that evening when we got home, that same voice came again and this time, it went this way, “Femi, just like you have changed your physical garment by replacing your old underwear, you also need to change the filthy garment spiritually, and that’s the old you, which you need to put aside. You’re not entirely free until you confess all your sins.”
I became restless. I wished there was a way I could stop hearing the voice. For real, I was getting tired of it. How do I possibly confess my sins before my father who was a pastor? That man would skin me alive. He might even ask me to fast for twenty-one days. I was so not comfortable hearing that calm voice anymore. It was beginning to irritate me as I lay on the bed.

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I received a WhatsApp message from Biola. She was just texting for the first time since she went back to school. I was annoyed by her 'I don’t care attitude' which I told her. She apologized and promised she would make it up to me. After like a minute of chit-chat, Biola said she would be coming back to Ibadan the next day. I was shocked but she explained further. She said her school was on strike and she can’t stay anymore hoping for the call-off which seemed like it won’t happen anytime soon. She sounded frustrated with the several emoji that accompanied her texts. With the conversation, I felt like I was going to meet my girlfriend the next day. I was waiting the night to pass.

Morning came, and I was expecting to see Biola sooner. She said she’d come around noon or thereafter. So I was waiting. It was later around 2 pm when Biola arrived in Ibadan. She wore blue denim with a bottle-green colored t-shirt, and she looked so beautiful. I was wowed by what I saw. She came and hugged me.
We spent time together. We talked and gossiped, and she was very upset with the ongoing strike.

Later in the evening, she asked me to go with her to her brother’s house, which according to her wasn’t far from my Aunt's house. Hope you haven’t forgotten who Biola was? And what she was to me? She still had another brother in Ibadan aside from my late Aunt's husband. She was the only girl in a family of four boys.

I was excited when she said we would be going to see her brother. I had wanted to visit places. I quickly wore my clothes and soon we were ready to go. Nobody was at home then, so we drooped the key under the foot match outside. My Aunt went to market, and Aramide was yet to come back from school with Segun, my Aunt's son.

After we got to her brother's apartment. Biola reached where he was, and they hugged each other. He was delighted to see us. His face seemed familiar and when I tried to recall where we first met, he reminded me we met during the burial. We exchanged pleasantries in Yoruba language. He said his name was Gbenga. He was Biola's youngest brother. Biola was the youngest among his four brothers. I guess Gbenga should be in his late twenties. He was staying in a one-bedroom apartment. There was no food, so Biola made a fast one; she cooked noodles and eggs. We all dined ogether and watered our bellies with soft chilled drinks. Gbenga paid for all that we ate that evening.

Towards 8 pm, Gbenga said he was going to Lagos to buy goods. It was their usual routine of going to market during the night. He was into house curtains and their fittings. We wished him safe travel as he was about to leave the house. Gbenga left his key with us. So it was just Biola and I in his apartment. It was late already, so Biola suggested we sleep over and leave the next day. Before then, she called my Aunt on the phone and informed her of our whereabouts.

Biola: Femi, I’m so tired now. I need to sleep. It’s nice seeing you again and your bandages are no more.
Me: Thank you. I’m glad to have you around again.

We went to the bedroom and it was just a small bed. So I said, sleep on the bed, let me sleep on the floor. She obliged and we slept.
After an hour, I started feeling cold. It seemed it would rain and the weather was chilling outside. I thought I could man up enough and absorb the cold but it was increasing with every passing minute.

Biola: Femi, ain’t you feeling this cold. I’m even freezing here, she announced to my comfort. As if she knew what I was going through. So we both slept on the same bed. She was shivering and there was no duvet cover nor blanket in the bed. The bed was only covered with a bed sheet.
Biola was getting close to me and at a point, she hugged me totally. I was asleep but still, it was okay for me.

Biola soon moved her face towards me, and she was sleeping on my hand by resting her head on it. Unknowingly or perhaps intentionally, our lips connected. I was still sleeping but we both were kissing constantly.
At last, our eyes opened and we kissed passionately! For ten minutes, we kissed and then we left each other for some air.

We got up and looked at each other. She told me to lock the main door and lock the room door too. I did it and by that time, Biola was without her t-shirt and denim!
I came, and I was awestruck to see the beauty in front of me. She looked at me and got below the sheet. I quickly removed my shirt and got under the sheet. We kissed and now it was a mad-kissing.
I was exploring Biola's body with my hands and loved the curve of her waist. I removed her bra passionately. She was fully reciprocating and removing my shorts and feeling my cock in her hand.

Biola stroked my d*ck and took it all inside her mouth! I was awestruck by her act. I had never done it before and she made me explode in her mouth. She went down and came back after cleaning herself. She lead my mouth to her dangling boobs and made me feed on them. She was in the seventh heaven and she came after 15 minutes. It was really awesome when she climaxed. I was looking at her.

Then I held her in my hand and took her to bed. I started to suck Biola's boobs again and she was in the mood again. And now I wanted to feel my d*ck in her. Biola whispered in my ear and told me to put it inside her.
In the same position, I tried to put it in but failed. So, Biola guided my d*ck, and it went inside her in a single, strong push. I was able to see her face. She was in pain but very happy at the same time.

I kissed her and started to stroke her gently. Biola was getting at the same pace as me and getting into the same rhythm with me. The feeling was something words can’t express. It was my first time.
Biola wrapped her legs beside my waist, and it was really making me hornier. She kept on begging me to hit her harder and she started to moan. The feeling was so intense that I breathed heavily. After some minutes, I suddenly felt the urge to pee, And before I could say, Jack, I had emptied the content all over her body.


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At last, Femi was inducted
Should we expect a baby from this singular act?
We dey enjoy you.
Sweet popcorn for you.