Sometimes, I wish I had declined the request to accommodate Kingsley in my room on that fateful day. However, I remember that I accepted the entreaties to shelter him for the night with the hope of allowing him to sleep alone in my room while I put up somewhere else in our compound. In the end, I threw caution to the winds and opened my pussy for a young man who calls me aunty.
It was my 7th month in Auchi where I was posted for the mandatory National Youth Service Corps, NYSC. Right now, I can’t recall his exact mission in Auchi but I remember that his elder sister, Fayo, who is a childhood friend called to solicit my assistance for Kingsley. Soon after his sister’s call, Kingsley also phoned to inform me of his trip to Auchi. ” Aunty Cynthia, I will be in Auchi tomorrow. Your friend said she had told you already. Thank you ma. I will see you tomorrow ” he said. That was Saturday afternoon.
Kingsley arrived Auchi Sunday morning while I was still in church. I met him, sitting with a newspaper vendor across the road. I took him inside and introduced him to fellow corpers as younger brother. He is indeed, my younger brother, having grown up together in the same street in Ajegunle, Lagos. When his elder sister, who is my best friend, got married recently I was her chief bridesmaid. About four years younger, Kingsley was our errand boy. Humble and reliable, he was always around me as a little boy. It was with such fondness that I recalled our childhood memories as Kingsley walked into my room.
Meanwhile, I planned to sleep in Funke’s room so as to allow my guest some privacy. At least, Kingsley is no longer a small boy, running errands for us. Funke and I lived in separate rooms in the same house. In fact, her room was next to mine.
Later in the evening, I decided to give Kingsley a welcome treat at a nearby restaurant. That was my greatest undoing.
We ate barbecue fish and drank American Honey brand of premium whiskey. It was tasty and tantalising. I gulped it with glee, oblivious of the intoxicating alcoholic content. I became tipsy. But I didn’t lose my sense. We returned home in one piece.
I knocked at Funke’s door, it was locked. I called her phone, it was unanswered. I had to return to my room and lay beside Kingsley, hoping that Funke would return my call. Moments later, we heard some unusual sounds from Funke’s room. It was her voice. She was moaning aloud: ” Ouch, I love your dick, fuck me harder, don’t stop darling… ” Kingsley and I laughed at the erotic melody oozing from Funke’s room. Quietly, the sex act in Funke’s room made me wet. Also, I noticed that Kingsley’s boxers was in panic, prancing ferociously beneath his boxers. We continued to chuckle at the comedy of sex in the next room and my hands mistakenly hit Kingsley’s erect dick. He shivered and held my hands. I was horny. I kissed him. He responded by inserting a finger in my pussy. I moaned. I screamed. Kingsley took off his boxers, roughly removed my pants and raised my legs up.
I found myself holding his waist as he began to thrust. Subconsciously, I remember calling him darling and sweetheart. Soon, he poured into me and we both fell asleep.
I woke up three hours later. I saw Kingsley nude, snoring. His limp manhood bore cakes of dry sperm. And in my pussy, I saw semen all over my pelvic.
Ha! ” So, Kingsley fucked me” I burst into tears.
I wept throughout the night.
I went to the bathroom to wash. The more I washed off Kingsley’s semen from my pussy, the more I wept. After a while, I slept off while sobbing.
The following day I wanted to eject Kingsley from my room but I applied caution. After all, he didn’t force me. I willingly opened my legs for him though under the influence of alcohol. However, what is making me mad right now is his attitude after the ignoble romp.
The following day, while I was yet gnashing my teeth in regrets, Kingsley stopped calling me ‘aunty’. Rather, he said ” Cynthia, I love you. What happened last night was divine. Can we continue… ” he said drawing close to me. I pushed him back and reminded him that I’m his elder sister’s friend. He left the third day. But he keeps sending me messages: ” Cynthia, you’re sweet. Let’s do it again ” I think I should report him to his sister. But how will I tell her that I had sex with her younger brother?
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