"Turning pro is a mindset. If we are struggling with fear, self-sabotage, procrastination, self-doubt, etc... the problem is, we're thinking like amateurs. Amateurs don't show up. Amateurs crap out. Amateurs let adversity defeat them. The pro thinks differently. He shows up, he does his work, he keeps truckin', no matter what"
~ Steven Pressfield
Although Steven wasn't talking about marketing (he was an author and screenplay writer), his statements about the 'amateur' vs the 'pro' hold true in every field.
There's a fundamental difference in the way a professional operates vs how an amateur operates.
The pro shows up, even when he/she doesn't want to.
The pro produces, even when he/she doesn't have that 'spark of inspiration'.
The pro understands it's the skills that pay the bills -- not any particular sale.
If you really want to become successful in a self directed capacity (read: entrepreneur, small business owner, freelancer), you have to adopt the mindset of a professional.... nobody else is breathing down your neck to make sure you show up, do the work, and follow the process.
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Turning Pro
"Turning pro is a mindset. If we are struggling with fear, self-sabotage, procrastination, self-doubt, etc... the problem is, we're thinking like amateurs. Amateurs don't show up. Amateurs crap out. Amateurs let adversity defeat them. The pro thinks differently. He shows up, he does his work, he keeps truckin', no matter what"
~ Steven Pressfield
Although Steven wasn't talking about marketing (he was an author and screenplay writer), his statements about the 'amateur' vs the 'pro' hold true in every field.
There's a fundamental difference in the way a professional operates vs how an amateur operates.
The pro shows up, even when he/she doesn't want to.
The pro produces, even when he/she doesn't have that 'spark of inspiration'.
The pro understands it's the skills that pay the bills -- not any particular sale.
If you really want to become successful in a self directed capacity (read: entrepreneur, small business owner, freelancer), you have to adopt the mindset of a professional.... nobody else is breathing down your neck to make sure you show up, do the work, and follow the process.
~ Steven Pressfield
Although Steven wasn't talking about marketing (he was an author and screenplay writer), his statements about the 'amateur' vs the 'pro' hold true in every field.
There's a fundamental difference in the way a professional operates vs how an amateur operates.
The pro shows up, even when he/she doesn't want to.
The pro produces, even when he/she doesn't have that 'spark of inspiration'.
The pro understands it's the skills that pay the bills -- not any particular sale.
If you really want to become successful in a self directed capacity (read: entrepreneur, small business owner, freelancer), you have to adopt the mindset of a professional.... nobody else is breathing down your neck to make sure you show up, do the work, and follow the process.
Monday, July 2, 2018
NEMESIS OF A DNAT TEST
HERE IS A SHORT MIND BLOWING STORY🤗
TITTLE: Nemesis Of A DNA Test:
(Episodes 1)
"You can't be serious, doctor. What are you saying?" I was in denial of the obvious.
"I'm sorry Mr Onuoha, but you're not the biological father of your last three children. "
"This must be an expensive joke."
"DNA does not lie."
"Doc, those children calls me Dad."
"It doesn't make them your biological children. "
I knew the doctor wasn't lying. I only came to his hospital to reconfirm what a previous test had confirmed. Among my four children, only the first is my biological child.
"Doctor Dibia, I've been the father of those children right from the time they were conceived. How could this happen to me?"
"Kacy my friend, in this profession I've seen such cases many times. Some men will find out and choose to bury the secret because of shame, while some will take drastic measure."
"I'm finished, doctor."
"I'll advice you calm down and go home. Your wife has got some explanation to make."
"Sure, Chioma has got some explanation to make. And it better be a reasonable one."
What have I just said? A reasonable explanation? Can there be any explanation reasonable enough to justify this act? That I, Kelechi Onuoha, is not the biological father of Shedrach, Meshach and Abednego. Children that I love so much and loved their mother more each day for giving me three boys. I remembered when Abednego was born, I bought a brand new CRV four-wheel-drive for my wife in appreciation.
Rant HQ has finished me. Suzan Ade Coker has ruined my life. Why did I even join that group? Oh Chioma! Chioma, you have killed me, Chioma. Ewu a ta m igu n'isi.
I rushed out from the hospital, rushed into my car and drove off like the devil was after me. Anger was boiling in my stomach, pain was beating drum in my heart, and confusion was pounding yam in my head. In an instant I was becoming a miserable wreck.
I'm coming, Chioma.
FLASH BACK:
It was about a week ago that my friend, Mr Gbenga, called me on whatsapp.
"Omo Igbo," that was his usual hello.
"Omo Yoruba," was my hi.
"O boy, I want to add you to one crazy group like that."
"What group is that?"
"Where people rants two-four-seven and dey do amebo."
"Amebo? Abeg add me sharperly."
"There's something I would like you to read anyway."
"Ok."
Few minutes later, notification came on Facebook, "Gbenga Ajayi added you to a close group, Rant HQ." Before I could click, another notification, "Gbenga Ajayi mentioned you in a post", followed by a message on messenger, "Please, go through the comments on that post."
Something seriously needed my attention for Gbenga to have gone to this length. I opened the post, made by Suzan Ade Coker, which was asking men if they're sure of the paternity of their children and of the surprises a DNA test could reveal. What has this got to do with me? Why did Gbenga drag me to the post? I began to read the comments.
Then, gbagam! I saw it. My beautiful wife, Chioma, was a member of the group. Her comment was attracting a lot of attention. It wasn't just a comment. She was practically raining fire and brimestone on the poster, accusing her of trying to break "happy" marriages. She asked for the post to be pulled down or her god will strike the poster.
As I expected, members were attacking her. One said she was a suspect. The other said maybe her gateman was the father of her children. Another one said she probably don't know who the real father or fathers of her children are. I couldn't believe what my wife was ranting. Why being so defensive if she was innocent? Why spitting so much venom?
Yes, her comment made her a suspect. Okwu ya achiputala ya ukwu n'ama. And I must get to the bottom of this.
BACK TO PRESENT:
Wahala dey. Big wahala dey.
**********************
Episode 2??
TITTLE: Nemesis Of A DNA Test:
(Episodes 1)
"You can't be serious, doctor. What are you saying?" I was in denial of the obvious.
"I'm sorry Mr Onuoha, but you're not the biological father of your last three children. "
"This must be an expensive joke."
"DNA does not lie."
"Doc, those children calls me Dad."
"It doesn't make them your biological children. "
I knew the doctor wasn't lying. I only came to his hospital to reconfirm what a previous test had confirmed. Among my four children, only the first is my biological child.
"Doctor Dibia, I've been the father of those children right from the time they were conceived. How could this happen to me?"
"Kacy my friend, in this profession I've seen such cases many times. Some men will find out and choose to bury the secret because of shame, while some will take drastic measure."
"I'm finished, doctor."
"I'll advice you calm down and go home. Your wife has got some explanation to make."
"Sure, Chioma has got some explanation to make. And it better be a reasonable one."
What have I just said? A reasonable explanation? Can there be any explanation reasonable enough to justify this act? That I, Kelechi Onuoha, is not the biological father of Shedrach, Meshach and Abednego. Children that I love so much and loved their mother more each day for giving me three boys. I remembered when Abednego was born, I bought a brand new CRV four-wheel-drive for my wife in appreciation.
Rant HQ has finished me. Suzan Ade Coker has ruined my life. Why did I even join that group? Oh Chioma! Chioma, you have killed me, Chioma. Ewu a ta m igu n'isi.
I rushed out from the hospital, rushed into my car and drove off like the devil was after me. Anger was boiling in my stomach, pain was beating drum in my heart, and confusion was pounding yam in my head. In an instant I was becoming a miserable wreck.
I'm coming, Chioma.
FLASH BACK:
It was about a week ago that my friend, Mr Gbenga, called me on whatsapp.
"Omo Igbo," that was his usual hello.
"Omo Yoruba," was my hi.
"O boy, I want to add you to one crazy group like that."
"What group is that?"
"Where people rants two-four-seven and dey do amebo."
"Amebo? Abeg add me sharperly."
"There's something I would like you to read anyway."
"Ok."
Few minutes later, notification came on Facebook, "Gbenga Ajayi added you to a close group, Rant HQ." Before I could click, another notification, "Gbenga Ajayi mentioned you in a post", followed by a message on messenger, "Please, go through the comments on that post."
Something seriously needed my attention for Gbenga to have gone to this length. I opened the post, made by Suzan Ade Coker, which was asking men if they're sure of the paternity of their children and of the surprises a DNA test could reveal. What has this got to do with me? Why did Gbenga drag me to the post? I began to read the comments.
Then, gbagam! I saw it. My beautiful wife, Chioma, was a member of the group. Her comment was attracting a lot of attention. It wasn't just a comment. She was practically raining fire and brimestone on the poster, accusing her of trying to break "happy" marriages. She asked for the post to be pulled down or her god will strike the poster.
As I expected, members were attacking her. One said she was a suspect. The other said maybe her gateman was the father of her children. Another one said she probably don't know who the real father or fathers of her children are. I couldn't believe what my wife was ranting. Why being so defensive if she was innocent? Why spitting so much venom?
Yes, her comment made her a suspect. Okwu ya achiputala ya ukwu n'ama. And I must get to the bottom of this.
BACK TO PRESENT:
Wahala dey. Big wahala dey.
**********************
Episode 2??
Thursday, June 28, 2018
BEING A LEADER IS ALL ABOUT CREATING CONNECTIONS
Being a leader is all about creating connections.
And while most people fixate on the ‘outside’ connections, if you want to be a leader the first connection you need to make is to yourself.
If you don’t understand who you are and what you stand for…
And you don’t live according to your stated principles…
Your odds of building a loyal, trusting following are nonexistent.
As Aristotle said: “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”
So, here are 3 ways to develop the self-knowledge required of a good leader:
1 – Define Your Core Values
If you’re a leader, whether in a large or small capacity, you’re going to be faced with some hard decisions.
Roy Disney had a phrase “When values are clear decisions are easy.”
Understanding your core values provides a roadmap for decision-making.
Not only does this help clarify things for you…
But it helps your teammates understand and predict what you’re going to do and why you’re going to do it – an unpredictable leader creates an environment of uncertainty and anxiety.
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2 – Understand Your Temperament
Are you introverted or extroverted? Do you prefer to be spontaneous or well-planned? Are you intuitive or data-driven?
Understanding your temperament is important in understanding where you’re likely to be naturally energized, knowing how to communicate with people of different temperaments, and finding teammates who can make up for your weaknesses.
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3 – Articulate Your Vision
Understand where you’re going, why you’re going there, how you’re going to get there.
What does success look like? What are your win conditions? What contribution do you want to make?
When articulate your vision, you need to ensure that it’s in alignment with both your values and your temperament.
Too often I see people who say they ‘want to make a difference’, but their vision is about laying on a beach in the Bahamas.
Or they’re an introvert trying to master the door-to-door game (a mistake I once made!).
In your role as a leader, it’s your primary job to get people rallied around your vision.
If you can’t articulate it to yourself, you can’t communicate it to your team.
And if it’s not true to who you are, they’ll smell the incongruence from a mile away.
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
ARE YOU LOOKING FOR THE BEST IN PEOPLE?
Are you looking for the best in people?
I'm not just talking about 'seeing' the best in them.
I mean really 'looking'.
It's the difference between being a passive observer and an active agent.
As a leader, part of your job is to nurture people and help them grow...
Which is not a passive event.
'Looking' for the best in people entails doing some digging.
It means getting to know them.
Recognizing their strenghts.
Understanding their values.
Realizing their virtues.
And then picturing them living in alignment with those strengths, values, and virtues.
Once you do that, you're likely to see more in somebody than they themselves do.
Psychologists have this concept called 'the looking glass self.'
It says that we come to view ourselves the way we think others view us.
What does this mean?
It means that simply by picturing somebody being their best...
we're helping them to become their best.
So stop just 'seeing' the best in people.
And start looking for it.
I'm not just talking about 'seeing' the best in them.
I mean really 'looking'.
It's the difference between being a passive observer and an active agent.
As a leader, part of your job is to nurture people and help them grow...
Which is not a passive event.
'Looking' for the best in people entails doing some digging.
It means getting to know them.
Recognizing their strenghts.
Understanding their values.
Realizing their virtues.
And then picturing them living in alignment with those strengths, values, and virtues.
Once you do that, you're likely to see more in somebody than they themselves do.
Psychologists have this concept called 'the looking glass self.'
It says that we come to view ourselves the way we think others view us.
What does this mean?
It means that simply by picturing somebody being their best...
we're helping them to become their best.
So stop just 'seeing' the best in people.
And start looking for it.
Most People Want Something More Out of Life
Most people want something more out of life...
But most people don't know how to actually get something more out of life.
The separation between 'wanting' and 'getting' comes down to three things most people don't get right:
👉 They don't understand or haven't articulated their values.
Without an understanding of their values, a person is unable to determine what direction they should be moving, what activities are worth pursuing, or what life they want to be living.
Put simply, they are unable to establish priorities.
👉 They are unable to organize around those priorities.
Life is filled with demands on our time and money.
The problem is, most of those demands have very little or nothing to do with bringing a person in closer alignment to the things they value.
Experienced entrepreneurs usually understand how this works.
You've got to trim the fat.
You've got to turn Thirsty Thursday into Thoughtful Thursday and your booze budget into your book budget.
👉 They lack the discipline to execute on their priorities.
This is where the rubber meets the road.
It takes discipline to stay in and write another blog post while your friends are out drinking.
Or to attend a webinar when your favorite show is on.
Discipline is about consistency.
It's in the culmination of small activities that that results in success.
But small activities, which are easy to do, are also easy not to do.
So if you want more but you're struggling to get more...
Ask yourself: which of these three am I missing?
Your path forward starts there.
But most people don't know how to actually get something more out of life.
The separation between 'wanting' and 'getting' comes down to three things most people don't get right:
👉 They don't understand or haven't articulated their values.
Without an understanding of their values, a person is unable to determine what direction they should be moving, what activities are worth pursuing, or what life they want to be living.
Put simply, they are unable to establish priorities.
👉 They are unable to organize around those priorities.
Life is filled with demands on our time and money.
The problem is, most of those demands have very little or nothing to do with bringing a person in closer alignment to the things they value.
Experienced entrepreneurs usually understand how this works.
You've got to trim the fat.
You've got to turn Thirsty Thursday into Thoughtful Thursday and your booze budget into your book budget.
👉 They lack the discipline to execute on their priorities.
This is where the rubber meets the road.
It takes discipline to stay in and write another blog post while your friends are out drinking.
Or to attend a webinar when your favorite show is on.
Discipline is about consistency.
It's in the culmination of small activities that that results in success.
But small activities, which are easy to do, are also easy not to do.
So if you want more but you're struggling to get more...
Ask yourself: which of these three am I missing?
Your path forward starts there.
UNDERSTAND WHO YOU WANT TO WORK WITH.
Understand who you want to work with.
Your 'Ideal Client'.
In a world where you have access to over 2 Billion people on Facebook alone there's no reason to spend your time on anybody else.
How do you determine your 'ideal client'?
Well, it's more than just jotting down some demographics.
"Women, age 30-35, income $35,000, two kids, married, college educated"
This is an alright start (I guess), but doesn't actually give you anything to work with.
Instead ask:
"What is my ideal customer passionate about?"
"What are their goals and dreams?"
"What do they read, or watch, or do for fun?"
"Are there certain defining moments that my ideal clients have experienced? Were they laid off? Did they start a business? Did they just have a kid?"
If you've got hazy thinking you're likely to get hazy results.
Bring your ideal client into focus and watch your business take off.
Your 'Ideal Client'.
In a world where you have access to over 2 Billion people on Facebook alone there's no reason to spend your time on anybody else.
How do you determine your 'ideal client'?
Well, it's more than just jotting down some demographics.
"Women, age 30-35, income $35,000, two kids, married, college educated"
This is an alright start (I guess), but doesn't actually give you anything to work with.
Instead ask:
"What is my ideal customer passionate about?"
"What are their goals and dreams?"
"What do they read, or watch, or do for fun?"
"Are there certain defining moments that my ideal clients have experienced? Were they laid off? Did they start a business? Did they just have a kid?"
If you've got hazy thinking you're likely to get hazy results.
Bring your ideal client into focus and watch your business take off.
Monday, June 25, 2018
Wisdom For Enterprise
If you want to train a puppy, you have to get the timing right.
Their brains can only connect their behavior and its consequence over a very short period of time.
And if you want your training to be REALLY effective, you have to catch them in the act.
That's why clicker training is so effective.
You associate a reward to the click.
After you do that for a while, the click itself triggers a reward in the brain.
And then you use the click itself to mark the exact moment the puppy took the desired action.
Although people are much more complicated...
And have a more sophisticated ability to bridge the gap between action and consequence...
Our brains still work in fundamentally the same way.
Why do you think that so many people knowingly trade long-term costs for short-term benefits?
Think junk food, video games, tv, drugs, and alcohol.
They all trigger short-term rewards.
The brain heavily biases towards those things which reward or punish us immediately.
So if you are responsible for training people...
(And you're always responsible for training yourself)
Or if you want to start encouraging certain behaviors over others...
Start catching them in the act.
Their brains can only connect their behavior and its consequence over a very short period of time.
And if you want your training to be REALLY effective, you have to catch them in the act.
That's why clicker training is so effective.
You associate a reward to the click.
After you do that for a while, the click itself triggers a reward in the brain.
And then you use the click itself to mark the exact moment the puppy took the desired action.
Although people are much more complicated...
And have a more sophisticated ability to bridge the gap between action and consequence...
Our brains still work in fundamentally the same way.
Why do you think that so many people knowingly trade long-term costs for short-term benefits?
Think junk food, video games, tv, drugs, and alcohol.
They all trigger short-term rewards.
The brain heavily biases towards those things which reward or punish us immediately.
So if you are responsible for training people...
(And you're always responsible for training yourself)
Or if you want to start encouraging certain behaviors over others...
Start catching them in the act.
Saturday, June 16, 2018
BROKEN (EPISODE 18)
Broken. Episode 18!
"Amaka, speak up! Who has been banging you and got you an iPhone?" I had to think fast, "am not having sex with any man, I used cucumber on myself a couple of times, maybe that's why my vagina feels loose, as for the phone, it was uncle that bought me the phone and collected my Samsung" I said, with tears already forming in my eyes.
"Chai! Wonders shall never end, so your vagina has started to itch you so bad that you opted for a cucumber instead of coming to me first, how can you be this stupid? I told you that your body belongs to me, I take good care of you and give you all you want, the only thing I ask for is your body and for you to not allow anyone touch you without my consent, especially a man. Oh my God, this is just plain stupid" she said, walking back and forth in the room.
"Babe, calm down" her friend said, while motioning my Aunty to sit down. "Atleast, let's thank God she's not shagging some useless, good for nothing out there, the poor girl was probably horny and decided to do herself, maybe she was shy to approach you about it since you are always the one that makes the first move on her, I don't see anything bad in this. Take it easy, abeg" she finished.
"Okay, no worries, I have heard you. But she still has to tell me where she got this phone. Madam, who bought you an iphone? And you better not lie to me" she asked.
Her friend spoke up again, she was obviously feeling sorry for me, she knew I was in a very tight corner and she was trying to make light the situation and make my Aunty calm down. I could see the concern on her face as she tried to pacify my Aunty, but my Aunty wouldn't have any of it, she ignore her and asked me again, this time, with serious anger, she practically screamed at me.
As I made to answer her, the phone began to ring, Kai. My heart started beating so fast. I remembered that I hadn't spoken to my uncle since I got back from school and he's probably calling to check up on me. The next thing I knew, my Aunty picked the call and put it on speaker, then she gave me a sign to answer the call, with a shaky voice, I said, "hello"...
To be continued.
"Amaka, speak up! Who has been banging you and got you an iPhone?" I had to think fast, "am not having sex with any man, I used cucumber on myself a couple of times, maybe that's why my vagina feels loose, as for the phone, it was uncle that bought me the phone and collected my Samsung" I said, with tears already forming in my eyes.
"Chai! Wonders shall never end, so your vagina has started to itch you so bad that you opted for a cucumber instead of coming to me first, how can you be this stupid? I told you that your body belongs to me, I take good care of you and give you all you want, the only thing I ask for is your body and for you to not allow anyone touch you without my consent, especially a man. Oh my God, this is just plain stupid" she said, walking back and forth in the room.
"Babe, calm down" her friend said, while motioning my Aunty to sit down. "Atleast, let's thank God she's not shagging some useless, good for nothing out there, the poor girl was probably horny and decided to do herself, maybe she was shy to approach you about it since you are always the one that makes the first move on her, I don't see anything bad in this. Take it easy, abeg" she finished.
"Okay, no worries, I have heard you. But she still has to tell me where she got this phone. Madam, who bought you an iphone? And you better not lie to me" she asked.
Her friend spoke up again, she was obviously feeling sorry for me, she knew I was in a very tight corner and she was trying to make light the situation and make my Aunty calm down. I could see the concern on her face as she tried to pacify my Aunty, but my Aunty wouldn't have any of it, she ignore her and asked me again, this time, with serious anger, she practically screamed at me.
As I made to answer her, the phone began to ring, Kai. My heart started beating so fast. I remembered that I hadn't spoken to my uncle since I got back from school and he's probably calling to check up on me. The next thing I knew, my Aunty picked the call and put it on speaker, then she gave me a sign to answer the call, with a shaky voice, I said, "hello"...
To be continued.
BROKEN (EPISODE 17)
Broken. Episode 17!
I was still admiring her when my Aunty said, "Amaka, your vagina feels a bit loose, unlike before. Don't tell me a guy has been banging you, wait, have you started having sex with a guy?" "Aunty, I...I...don't understa...." Luckily for me, her friend interrupted, "Bia, babe, don't make the poor girl uncomfortable, biko, if you want to interview her about her vagina then do it later not now, am so horny, I have not had a young, fresh tongue down here (pointing at her vagina) since my maid left, spare me jare, besides, people go through changes. Amaka is speedily growing and so is every part of her body" she finished, and drew me close to her in a warm embrace.
My Aunty locked eyes with me for a while, she said a lot with her eyes, I could see the shock and disbelief in them. I knew I was in trouble. My mind began to work fast, I needed to think of what to tell her, she must never find out I was having sex her husband. It didn't occur to me that sleeping with a man would make my vagina loose, something that was always so tight when my uncle penetrates me, which drives him crazy, I know all these because of the expression on his face when we bang and how much he praises my vagina for being so tight and sweet, so how come it feels loose to my Aunty, I didn't understand it at all.
I was still lost in thoughts, while her friend took over from her and started sucking me, she made me lay on the bed and feasted on my vagina like she was enjoying a delicious meal. She was so different and I really enjoyed it, the way she moved her tongue round my clitoris and the way she sucked my hole like her life depended on it. I felt a whole new wave of sweet sensation, more than how I felt when my uncle went down on me. It was amazing. I made up my mind to be very close to her, once was not enough, I needed to feel that way again, though, I still had my Aunty to sort out.
She was seated at the edge of the bed watching us with her hands folded, I knew so much was going through her mind. I decided not to think about that but to focus and enjoy the moment with her pretty friend.
We took turns sucking eachother, after she stopped sucking me and undressed. We made love while my Aunty watched keenly, it was like she wasn't even in the room, everything her friend did to my body, I gave back to her same exact way, when we were done, she led me into the bathroom and washed me up. We made love again inside the bathroom and for a while, I forgot about my Aunty and the whole loose vagina issue.
By the time we got out of the bathroom, my Aunty was standing close to the door with my phone, "Amaka, I bought you a samsung, how come you have an iPhone? I went into your room to get your phone and found this. The guy that is fucking you obviously changed your phone, I guess? Speak up, young lady or I mercilessly deal with you the way you will never forget in your life" I was speechless, I kept staring at her, short of words, her friend tried to speak again but this time, my Aunty interrupted her.
“Nne, please, I use God beg you, stay away from this. You were horny yeah? Now, you've had your fill, allow me handle this" she turned back to me, "Amaka, speak up! Who has been banging you and got you an iPhone?"...
To be continued tomorrow...
I was still admiring her when my Aunty said, "Amaka, your vagina feels a bit loose, unlike before. Don't tell me a guy has been banging you, wait, have you started having sex with a guy?" "Aunty, I...I...don't understa...." Luckily for me, her friend interrupted, "Bia, babe, don't make the poor girl uncomfortable, biko, if you want to interview her about her vagina then do it later not now, am so horny, I have not had a young, fresh tongue down here (pointing at her vagina) since my maid left, spare me jare, besides, people go through changes. Amaka is speedily growing and so is every part of her body" she finished, and drew me close to her in a warm embrace.
My Aunty locked eyes with me for a while, she said a lot with her eyes, I could see the shock and disbelief in them. I knew I was in trouble. My mind began to work fast, I needed to think of what to tell her, she must never find out I was having sex her husband. It didn't occur to me that sleeping with a man would make my vagina loose, something that was always so tight when my uncle penetrates me, which drives him crazy, I know all these because of the expression on his face when we bang and how much he praises my vagina for being so tight and sweet, so how come it feels loose to my Aunty, I didn't understand it at all.
I was still lost in thoughts, while her friend took over from her and started sucking me, she made me lay on the bed and feasted on my vagina like she was enjoying a delicious meal. She was so different and I really enjoyed it, the way she moved her tongue round my clitoris and the way she sucked my hole like her life depended on it. I felt a whole new wave of sweet sensation, more than how I felt when my uncle went down on me. It was amazing. I made up my mind to be very close to her, once was not enough, I needed to feel that way again, though, I still had my Aunty to sort out.
She was seated at the edge of the bed watching us with her hands folded, I knew so much was going through her mind. I decided not to think about that but to focus and enjoy the moment with her pretty friend.
We took turns sucking eachother, after she stopped sucking me and undressed. We made love while my Aunty watched keenly, it was like she wasn't even in the room, everything her friend did to my body, I gave back to her same exact way, when we were done, she led me into the bathroom and washed me up. We made love again inside the bathroom and for a while, I forgot about my Aunty and the whole loose vagina issue.
By the time we got out of the bathroom, my Aunty was standing close to the door with my phone, "Amaka, I bought you a samsung, how come you have an iPhone? I went into your room to get your phone and found this. The guy that is fucking you obviously changed your phone, I guess? Speak up, young lady or I mercilessly deal with you the way you will never forget in your life" I was speechless, I kept staring at her, short of words, her friend tried to speak again but this time, my Aunty interrupted her.
“Nne, please, I use God beg you, stay away from this. You were horny yeah? Now, you've had your fill, allow me handle this" she turned back to me, "Amaka, speak up! Who has been banging you and got you an iPhone?"...
To be continued tomorrow...
BROKEN (EPISODE 16)
Broken. Episode 16!
I quickly dressed up and was about to leave, when my Uncle said the most absurd thing, "Nne, you have to come back tomorrow, but this time, I will send you someone that will pick you up close to your school and you will change your uniform in his car. Just make sure you carry extra cloth in your school bag. Your idea is good, but I already paid for 5 days in this hotel and it's non refundable, also, I can't keep sneaking out at midnight without my wife noticing my absence one day, we don't want to get caught, do we?" He gave me a hug, with a smile that I couldn't resist. I thought about what he said and it made sense, so I agreed and asked, "who will you send to get me? Do you trust him enough" He helped me complete the rest of my button and replied, "Amy, don't worry yourself, just trust me and do as I say, make sure your phone is on, because I will need to always communicate with you. Now, give your Uncle a kiss and run along"
I kissed him and left. I got back to school slightly past 4pm and ran all the way to my sister's class, I was about walking into her class when she called me from behind, "Amaka, see me here" I turned and saw her smiling, at that moment, I knew I had to step up my game and start thinking of how to bring my siblings together under one roof. I made up my mind to talk to Uncle about it, I hadn't asked him for anything since he started sleeping with me and I knew I already got him locked down and he would do anything for me.
When we got home, my aunty and her prayer team were seated in the living room, reading their Bible, we walked up to them and greeted them, they answered with plenty 'God bless you'. As we turned to leave, my Aunty spoke. "Nne m, please, change out of your uniform, go to the kitchen and make noodles for you and your sister, when you are done eating, go straight to my room and clean it, also wash the bathroom, be fast, but make sure you shower" "Okay, Aunty" I replied.
An hour later, I was in her room sweeping, when she walked in with her pretty friend that gave me her number months ago but I hadn't mustered the courage to call her. I quickly swept the room and was rushing to clean and get out, when my Aunty told me to drop what I was holding and undress, that she wants to check something. My heart started beating fast, I thought she had suspected I was sleeping with her husband and wanted to inspect my vagina just to be sure. I was so scared, as I reluctantly undressed and got naked. She walked up to me and caressed my nipples, then bent and put the right one in her mouth and sucked me, the next thing I knew, her friend started sucking my right nipple, both of them were sucking and moaning.
I closed my eyes and took in all they were doing, as usual, I was the sex object, I had long ago accepted my fate. They sucked and sucked like they were in some sort of contest, then my Aunty knelt inbetween my legs, spread it and put her mouth down there, she sucked while her friend focused on both of my breasts, she was sucking and examining them like she hasn't seen another breasts apart from hers before. She looked so cute and for once, I loved the fact that she was touching me, unlike my Aunty and sister Margaret that always made me feel so disgusted.
I was still admiring her when my Aunty said, "Amaka, your vagina feels a bit loose, unlike before. Don't tell me a guy has been banging you, wait, have you started having sex with a guy?"...
To be continued.
I quickly dressed up and was about to leave, when my Uncle said the most absurd thing, "Nne, you have to come back tomorrow, but this time, I will send you someone that will pick you up close to your school and you will change your uniform in his car. Just make sure you carry extra cloth in your school bag. Your idea is good, but I already paid for 5 days in this hotel and it's non refundable, also, I can't keep sneaking out at midnight without my wife noticing my absence one day, we don't want to get caught, do we?" He gave me a hug, with a smile that I couldn't resist. I thought about what he said and it made sense, so I agreed and asked, "who will you send to get me? Do you trust him enough" He helped me complete the rest of my button and replied, "Amy, don't worry yourself, just trust me and do as I say, make sure your phone is on, because I will need to always communicate with you. Now, give your Uncle a kiss and run along"
I kissed him and left. I got back to school slightly past 4pm and ran all the way to my sister's class, I was about walking into her class when she called me from behind, "Amaka, see me here" I turned and saw her smiling, at that moment, I knew I had to step up my game and start thinking of how to bring my siblings together under one roof. I made up my mind to talk to Uncle about it, I hadn't asked him for anything since he started sleeping with me and I knew I already got him locked down and he would do anything for me.
When we got home, my aunty and her prayer team were seated in the living room, reading their Bible, we walked up to them and greeted them, they answered with plenty 'God bless you'. As we turned to leave, my Aunty spoke. "Nne m, please, change out of your uniform, go to the kitchen and make noodles for you and your sister, when you are done eating, go straight to my room and clean it, also wash the bathroom, be fast, but make sure you shower" "Okay, Aunty" I replied.
An hour later, I was in her room sweeping, when she walked in with her pretty friend that gave me her number months ago but I hadn't mustered the courage to call her. I quickly swept the room and was rushing to clean and get out, when my Aunty told me to drop what I was holding and undress, that she wants to check something. My heart started beating fast, I thought she had suspected I was sleeping with her husband and wanted to inspect my vagina just to be sure. I was so scared, as I reluctantly undressed and got naked. She walked up to me and caressed my nipples, then bent and put the right one in her mouth and sucked me, the next thing I knew, her friend started sucking my right nipple, both of them were sucking and moaning.
I closed my eyes and took in all they were doing, as usual, I was the sex object, I had long ago accepted my fate. They sucked and sucked like they were in some sort of contest, then my Aunty knelt inbetween my legs, spread it and put her mouth down there, she sucked while her friend focused on both of my breasts, she was sucking and examining them like she hasn't seen another breasts apart from hers before. She looked so cute and for once, I loved the fact that she was touching me, unlike my Aunty and sister Margaret that always made me feel so disgusted.
I was still admiring her when my Aunty said, "Amaka, your vagina feels a bit loose, unlike before. Don't tell me a guy has been banging you, wait, have you started having sex with a guy?"...
To be continued.
BROKEN (EPISODE 15)
Broken. Episode 15!
So he devised a means that he thought might be suitable for us. He told his wife he had an urgent business meeting in Abuja and needed to travel the next day, the wife was very sad that he won't be around for the prayer session but she couldn't do anything to stop him, at the end, she helped him pack a bag and he left the next day. My aunty didn't know that he only went to lodge in a hotel somewhere a bit far from our house, so every morning, my sister and I, will leave for school but I will drop my sister and go meet my uncle at the hotel where he lodged.
At first, I was so uncomfortable going there with my school uniform, the way the receptionist stared at me the first day I got there sent chills down my spine, I knew what she was thinking, I felt so so embarrassed and decided to talk to my Uncle about it. When I got to the room, he was so happy to see me on opening the door, he hugged me so tight and couldn't get enough of me, "Amaka, what have you done to me? I can't seem to get enough of you. I want you every minute. I want to bury myself inside of you, I want to be wrapped around you. You are just my medicine. I have never felt this way in a long while, I really love you so much, and I want to..." "Uncle, I need to talk to you about something. I won't be able to come here tomorrow, I don't like the way people were looking at me downstairs, I felt like a little whore, walking into a hotel with my school uniform and school bag, the lady at the reception stared hard at me with so much scorn in her eyes, I felt so uncomfortable. I think you should just come home and we can always sneak out at midnight to make love inside your car with the lights off, you will park very close to the garden, it's extremely darker there since the compound light doesn't get to that angle, I think that's just the only best option, I can't face these people again tomorrow, am still thinking of how am going to walk out of here later in the day" I said, looking so downcast.
He nudged me to the bed and made me sit on his laps, "Nne, look at me, I am sorry for putting you through this, I guess I didn't think about it thoroughly, you coming here on your school uniform. You see what you do to me? You make me loose it, I have completely gone nuts for you. Oya smile for me and give me a hug" he said. I turned and hugged him, with a smile on my face. That day, we made love like never before, it was so passionate. We went on for rounds and rounds until 3:30pm. I needed to rush back to school before closing time, which was 4pm to get my kid sis. I didn't want her to go looking for me in my class and find out I didn't go to class at all.
I quickly dressed up and was about to leave, when my Uncle said the most absurd thing...
To be continued.
So he devised a means that he thought might be suitable for us. He told his wife he had an urgent business meeting in Abuja and needed to travel the next day, the wife was very sad that he won't be around for the prayer session but she couldn't do anything to stop him, at the end, she helped him pack a bag and he left the next day. My aunty didn't know that he only went to lodge in a hotel somewhere a bit far from our house, so every morning, my sister and I, will leave for school but I will drop my sister and go meet my uncle at the hotel where he lodged.
At first, I was so uncomfortable going there with my school uniform, the way the receptionist stared at me the first day I got there sent chills down my spine, I knew what she was thinking, I felt so so embarrassed and decided to talk to my Uncle about it. When I got to the room, he was so happy to see me on opening the door, he hugged me so tight and couldn't get enough of me, "Amaka, what have you done to me? I can't seem to get enough of you. I want you every minute. I want to bury myself inside of you, I want to be wrapped around you. You are just my medicine. I have never felt this way in a long while, I really love you so much, and I want to..." "Uncle, I need to talk to you about something. I won't be able to come here tomorrow, I don't like the way people were looking at me downstairs, I felt like a little whore, walking into a hotel with my school uniform and school bag, the lady at the reception stared hard at me with so much scorn in her eyes, I felt so uncomfortable. I think you should just come home and we can always sneak out at midnight to make love inside your car with the lights off, you will park very close to the garden, it's extremely darker there since the compound light doesn't get to that angle, I think that's just the only best option, I can't face these people again tomorrow, am still thinking of how am going to walk out of here later in the day" I said, looking so downcast.
He nudged me to the bed and made me sit on his laps, "Nne, look at me, I am sorry for putting you through this, I guess I didn't think about it thoroughly, you coming here on your school uniform. You see what you do to me? You make me loose it, I have completely gone nuts for you. Oya smile for me and give me a hug" he said. I turned and hugged him, with a smile on my face. That day, we made love like never before, it was so passionate. We went on for rounds and rounds until 3:30pm. I needed to rush back to school before closing time, which was 4pm to get my kid sis. I didn't want her to go looking for me in my class and find out I didn't go to class at all.
I quickly dressed up and was about to leave, when my Uncle said the most absurd thing...
To be continued.
BROKEN (EPISODE 14)
Broken. Episode 14!
He kept sucking and moaning, with his hands stretched out to my breasts and that's when it happened...
I tried to squeeze my vagina closed while he sucked me. After a short time, I realized I was getting this ever stronger wave of pleasure which eventually hit a peak. I remember suddenly sitting up completely freaked out. I felt a kind of tingling in my vagina region and was convinced that I had to go pee. I would stop him mid suck-times and rush off to the bathroom. Finally, he stopped me at some point and said that I probably didn't actually have to go to the bathroom but was actually close to having an orgasm.
An orgasm can be quite a shock to the system, particularly if you didn't know your body was capable of having one. At first, orgasms can be surprising, accidental, or even scary (or a combination of those feelings). In most cases, though, orgasms are fun and leave people wanting more.
After that wave of pleasure, I fell in love with my uncle, it became more than revenge, I wanted him all to myself, if he could make me experience such tremendous pleasure I never knew was possible, then he is mine and was ready to do everything to keep him. The rest of the 'lovemaking' was superb, he was so gentle and showed me a whole new side to sex which was extremely amazing. When he was done, he carried me into the bathroom and we showered together, he cleaned me up thoroughly and I dressed up, without saying a word to eachother, I walked out of their room. That was the beginning of a disastrous relationship between my uncle and I.
We became obsessed with eachother, any opportunity we got, we banged, on the balcony at midnight, in the kitchen when alone in the house, inside the car in the night, this continued for months, meanwhile, I was still sleeping with Sister Margaret and her daughter, also with my aunty. I became a sex object while making money from it. I had already saved up a lot of money and was enjoying my life. I was in love with an amazing man (my uncle) my innocent self believed all the lies he told me thinking he was in love with me like he claimed, not knowing he was just using fake love to have sex with me whenever he wanted.
It got to a point that we became so addicted to eachother, no day will pass without us having sex, we always looked for ways and means to make it possible. My aunty noticed the closeness between my Uncle and I, but she didn't suspect anything, instead she was so happy I was really getting along with her husband. Then she brought some church people to do the house to do a prayer session for one week and it became so hard for my uncle and I, to carry on with our daily sexual routine. So he devised a means that he thought might be suitable for us.
To be continued.
He kept sucking and moaning, with his hands stretched out to my breasts and that's when it happened...
I tried to squeeze my vagina closed while he sucked me. After a short time, I realized I was getting this ever stronger wave of pleasure which eventually hit a peak. I remember suddenly sitting up completely freaked out. I felt a kind of tingling in my vagina region and was convinced that I had to go pee. I would stop him mid suck-times and rush off to the bathroom. Finally, he stopped me at some point and said that I probably didn't actually have to go to the bathroom but was actually close to having an orgasm.
An orgasm can be quite a shock to the system, particularly if you didn't know your body was capable of having one. At first, orgasms can be surprising, accidental, or even scary (or a combination of those feelings). In most cases, though, orgasms are fun and leave people wanting more.
After that wave of pleasure, I fell in love with my uncle, it became more than revenge, I wanted him all to myself, if he could make me experience such tremendous pleasure I never knew was possible, then he is mine and was ready to do everything to keep him. The rest of the 'lovemaking' was superb, he was so gentle and showed me a whole new side to sex which was extremely amazing. When he was done, he carried me into the bathroom and we showered together, he cleaned me up thoroughly and I dressed up, without saying a word to eachother, I walked out of their room. That was the beginning of a disastrous relationship between my uncle and I.
We became obsessed with eachother, any opportunity we got, we banged, on the balcony at midnight, in the kitchen when alone in the house, inside the car in the night, this continued for months, meanwhile, I was still sleeping with Sister Margaret and her daughter, also with my aunty. I became a sex object while making money from it. I had already saved up a lot of money and was enjoying my life. I was in love with an amazing man (my uncle) my innocent self believed all the lies he told me thinking he was in love with me like he claimed, not knowing he was just using fake love to have sex with me whenever he wanted.
It got to a point that we became so addicted to eachother, no day will pass without us having sex, we always looked for ways and means to make it possible. My aunty noticed the closeness between my Uncle and I, but she didn't suspect anything, instead she was so happy I was really getting along with her husband. Then she brought some church people to do the house to do a prayer session for one week and it became so hard for my uncle and I, to carry on with our daily sexual routine. So he devised a means that he thought might be suitable for us.
To be continued.
BROKEN (EPISODE. 13)
Broken. Episode 13!
I stopped sucking and looked up to him, "Uncle, do you want me to stop?" I asked him. He didn't say a word, but held my head and slowly put his dick back into my mouth. I smiled and knew I had gotten him where I wanted him. I kept sucking and sucking, doing it exactly how I saw it in a pornographic movie I saw earlier in the day, I was really prepared. I sucked and he moaned until my knees started paining me, then I got up and guided my left breasts to his mouth, he grabbed it hungrily and started sucking me and used his right hand to massage the right nipple. I grabbed his throbbing erect penis with both hands and massaged it until he couldn't take it anymore.
He turned my back towards him and told me to bend and hold my toes, I didn't understand why he wanted me to do that, I tried to ask him why but he already pushed me round, so I quickly obeyed and held my toes, the next thing I knew, he was putting his dick into my vagina.
I didn't know what to expect, no man had ever touched me before him and only carrots has entered my vagina, that was why I was shocked when his dick pierced it's way into me. I held tight and bit my lips as he began thrusting in and out of me, "Nne eeh, you have killed me. So you are this sweet and I have been sex starved in this house? Ahhharrggg....fuck... your pussy is so sweet...raise your ass a little to swallow my dick well...yeah like that...you feel that dick? You feel it deep inside? You are just too good nne and so so tight"...
He kept talking to himself, while he violently slammed in and out of me, with reckless abandon. At some point, he bent slightly and used both hands to grab my breasts and squeezed so hard and I winced in pain.
Before long, my legs began to shake, I was feeling weak and I needed to sit or lie on the bed atleast, I wondered why he made me stand and hold my toes while he banged me like I was being punished for seducing him.
I had to do something because I was already losing my balance. And so I gathered the courage and got up then moved away from him, "Uncle, please stop, my legs are paining me. Even my back, there are better ways to do this, you are too aggressive and you are tearing my pussy, now it's so sore"..."Nne, please am so sorry, don't blame me, inugo? It's just that you are too sweet, I can't remember the last time I saw a hole this tight" he replied, as he gave me a very tight hug, with his rod pricking my lower abdomen, it was still very hard, then he continued. "You came at me very hard so I lost it. Forgive me, my baby. Now, allow me to make love to you"
He pulled me towards the bed and kissed me passionately, then made me lay on the bed and spread my legs and buried his face inbetween my legs. He sucked me differently. It was not like the type I got from the women, the way he moved his tongue drove me crazy, it had a whole new feeling to it, I kept wiggling in pleasure as he continued to suck me to pieces.
He kept sucking and moaning, with his hands stretched out to my breasts, and that's when it happened...
To be continued.
I stopped sucking and looked up to him, "Uncle, do you want me to stop?" I asked him. He didn't say a word, but held my head and slowly put his dick back into my mouth. I smiled and knew I had gotten him where I wanted him. I kept sucking and sucking, doing it exactly how I saw it in a pornographic movie I saw earlier in the day, I was really prepared. I sucked and he moaned until my knees started paining me, then I got up and guided my left breasts to his mouth, he grabbed it hungrily and started sucking me and used his right hand to massage the right nipple. I grabbed his throbbing erect penis with both hands and massaged it until he couldn't take it anymore.
He turned my back towards him and told me to bend and hold my toes, I didn't understand why he wanted me to do that, I tried to ask him why but he already pushed me round, so I quickly obeyed and held my toes, the next thing I knew, he was putting his dick into my vagina.
I didn't know what to expect, no man had ever touched me before him and only carrots has entered my vagina, that was why I was shocked when his dick pierced it's way into me. I held tight and bit my lips as he began thrusting in and out of me, "Nne eeh, you have killed me. So you are this sweet and I have been sex starved in this house? Ahhharrggg....fuck... your pussy is so sweet...raise your ass a little to swallow my dick well...yeah like that...you feel that dick? You feel it deep inside? You are just too good nne and so so tight"...
He kept talking to himself, while he violently slammed in and out of me, with reckless abandon. At some point, he bent slightly and used both hands to grab my breasts and squeezed so hard and I winced in pain.
Before long, my legs began to shake, I was feeling weak and I needed to sit or lie on the bed atleast, I wondered why he made me stand and hold my toes while he banged me like I was being punished for seducing him.
I had to do something because I was already losing my balance. And so I gathered the courage and got up then moved away from him, "Uncle, please stop, my legs are paining me. Even my back, there are better ways to do this, you are too aggressive and you are tearing my pussy, now it's so sore"..."Nne, please am so sorry, don't blame me, inugo? It's just that you are too sweet, I can't remember the last time I saw a hole this tight" he replied, as he gave me a very tight hug, with his rod pricking my lower abdomen, it was still very hard, then he continued. "You came at me very hard so I lost it. Forgive me, my baby. Now, allow me to make love to you"
He pulled me towards the bed and kissed me passionately, then made me lay on the bed and spread my legs and buried his face inbetween my legs. He sucked me differently. It was not like the type I got from the women, the way he moved his tongue drove me crazy, it had a whole new feeling to it, I kept wiggling in pleasure as he continued to suck me to pieces.
He kept sucking and moaning, with his hands stretched out to my breasts, and that's when it happened...
To be continued.
BROKEN (EPISODE 12)
Broken. Episode 12!
I confidently walked up to him, gently got on the bed and traced my hand from his belly button, down to his penis. He opened his eyes. He laid there and was staring at me, like he wanted to fully understand what was going on, I continued my ministration, then suddenly, he sprang up from the bed, pushed away my hand and got out of bed.
"Amaka, what are you doing? Oh My God! I got confused for a moment. What has come over you?" He asked, staring at me in shock. "Uncle, relax jare. I know you want me, I see how you stare at my ass and breasts, I only came to put you out of your mystery" I replied, undressing at the same time, he stood and watched as I seductively got out of my dress, I had nothing under. Standing stark naked, I began to touch myself, I used my left fingers to massage my nipples while I dipped the middle of my right finger into my pussy, I was moaning and making sure that I don't take my eyes off his. I knew he was torn, he tried to speak but quickly shut his mouth and swallowed his saliva.
I moved a bit and sat on his wife's dressing table, spread my legs so wide and continued finger fucking myself. The next thing I heard was, "Oh God, Amaka, this is beyond wrong, will you stop that and get dressed this minute?" I pretended not to hear him and continued what I was doing, by then, I was already enjoying myself, my eyes were half closed. "Are you deaf? I said get dressed you this devil?" I opened my eyes immediately and fear enveloped me, he shouted at me with so much anger. As I got off of the table and bent to pick up my gown, my eyes caught his heavily erect dick, struggling to get it's freedom from his boxer shorts. I smiled and quickly moved towards him and grabbed his dick with both hands and started massaging it, "Uncle, calm down. Your spirit is fighting this but your body really needs it. Let's set this little man free. It will be our little secret"
I looked into his eyes and noticed how indecisive he was and I knew that was my opportunity to strike. He held my shoulders, while I kept rubbing his dick "Amaka, you are a pretty girl...hhhmmm. Every man will get a harrrdd...will get a hard on seeing you naked...oh shit, but you are very young and you will wake up to regreee....hmmmmmmhhhmm... regret this...fuck. and you are my wife's niece. I can't do this to herrrrr...oh my god. You have to stop doing that and leave this room at once before I lose it. Just leave, Amaka"
He tried to pull my hands away from his dick and I swiftly knelt down and put his dick in my mouth, from the side of his boxer. He held my shouders and tried to push me away again, but he was doing it like a very weak man, with his head thrown back, moaning at the same time. I sucked him like I learned from seeing too much porn. I deep throated and he let out a sweet scream, "Oh nice. Where did you learn that? You are just so so good and sweet. My wife has never sucked me before" he said, while rubbing his hands on his head.
I stopped sucking and looked up to him, "Uncle, do you want me to stop?" I asked him. He didn't say a word, but held my head and slowly put his dick back into my mouth...
To be continued tomorrow.....
I confidently walked up to him, gently got on the bed and traced my hand from his belly button, down to his penis. He opened his eyes. He laid there and was staring at me, like he wanted to fully understand what was going on, I continued my ministration, then suddenly, he sprang up from the bed, pushed away my hand and got out of bed.
"Amaka, what are you doing? Oh My God! I got confused for a moment. What has come over you?" He asked, staring at me in shock. "Uncle, relax jare. I know you want me, I see how you stare at my ass and breasts, I only came to put you out of your mystery" I replied, undressing at the same time, he stood and watched as I seductively got out of my dress, I had nothing under. Standing stark naked, I began to touch myself, I used my left fingers to massage my nipples while I dipped the middle of my right finger into my pussy, I was moaning and making sure that I don't take my eyes off his. I knew he was torn, he tried to speak but quickly shut his mouth and swallowed his saliva.
I moved a bit and sat on his wife's dressing table, spread my legs so wide and continued finger fucking myself. The next thing I heard was, "Oh God, Amaka, this is beyond wrong, will you stop that and get dressed this minute?" I pretended not to hear him and continued what I was doing, by then, I was already enjoying myself, my eyes were half closed. "Are you deaf? I said get dressed you this devil?" I opened my eyes immediately and fear enveloped me, he shouted at me with so much anger. As I got off of the table and bent to pick up my gown, my eyes caught his heavily erect dick, struggling to get it's freedom from his boxer shorts. I smiled and quickly moved towards him and grabbed his dick with both hands and started massaging it, "Uncle, calm down. Your spirit is fighting this but your body really needs it. Let's set this little man free. It will be our little secret"
I looked into his eyes and noticed how indecisive he was and I knew that was my opportunity to strike. He held my shoulders, while I kept rubbing his dick "Amaka, you are a pretty girl...hhhmmm. Every man will get a harrrdd...will get a hard on seeing you naked...oh shit, but you are very young and you will wake up to regreee....hmmmmmmhhhmm... regret this...fuck. and you are my wife's niece. I can't do this to herrrrr...oh my god. You have to stop doing that and leave this room at once before I lose it. Just leave, Amaka"
He tried to pull my hands away from his dick and I swiftly knelt down and put his dick in my mouth, from the side of his boxer. He held my shouders and tried to push me away again, but he was doing it like a very weak man, with his head thrown back, moaning at the same time. I sucked him like I learned from seeing too much porn. I deep throated and he let out a sweet scream, "Oh nice. Where did you learn that? You are just so so good and sweet. My wife has never sucked me before" he said, while rubbing his hands on his head.
I stopped sucking and looked up to him, "Uncle, do you want me to stop?" I asked him. He didn't say a word, but held my head and slowly put his dick back into my mouth...
To be continued tomorrow.....
BROKEN (EPISODE 11)
Broken. Episode 11!
An hour later, I was still in my room, when my phone rang and I looked at the screen, it was sister Margaret. I reluctantly picked and she started begging me to stay away from her daughter. That she would do anything for me to stay far away from her and also delete her number from my phone. I thought about it for a while and decided that this was a perfect opportunity for me to make some more money, so I replied, "Aunty, what you are asking me will not be easy o, I swear. Your daughter is already in love with me, if you want me to really stay away from her, then it will cost you so much money, if not, just bear in mind I will keep fucking your daughter exactly how you fuck me. So..." "Amaka wait, what has come over You? What do you do with all the money you keep asking for? You are like what? 17 years old and you demand for money like this, why?" She interrupted me.
I insisted and didn't back down at all, after much back and forth, we agreed she would give me N300,000 naira to stay away from her daughter and she begged me to give her 2 weeks go gather the money. I was so happy, seeing that my plan was falling in place.
One week later, I still fucked her daughter in the school toilet. I knew I was never going to back down, I would collect the money and keep doing her daughter. I don't feel bad for any of them.
Meanwhile, my aunty had been busy attending one church programme or another, she didn't really have my time, until the day she walked in on me dressing up. I was wearing only panties, with bra in hands, she walked in, bolted the door and took the bra from me, dropped it on the bed, then began to kiss me passionately. She was kissing me like her life depended on it. Her moans were too loud and it gave me a great concern, though, I didn't care if her husband caught us, my only fear was my smart, younger sister hearing her moans from outside.
My aunt ravaged me, with reckless abandon. She kissed, sucked, nibbled and finger fucked me to her satisfaction. From the very first day this whole thing started, she never undressed in front of me neither did she tell me to touch her, she was the one doing the whole thing, which was unlike sister Margaret.
I had thought of how to pay my aunt back but the only two ways that came to mind was her husband and her pretty best friend. I had already collected her number, but I needed to thread with caution since I didn't know if she was into such a thing or not. For I certainly knew that it wasn't all women that indulges in such act. But I was determined to pay my aunt back, so I didn't mind the risk at all.
One night, my aunt went to a vigil and I knew the time to fuck her husband had finally come. I always made their bed every morning, but that particular day, I kept doing other chores and pretending not to remember to fix their bedroom until she was leaving that night, she walked into the kitchen and said, "once you are done from here, make sure you go straight to my room and arrange the bed before any other thing. I am off to the vigil, come and lock the door" she turned and left.
Two hours later, I quickly showered, wore the skimpiest of gown, with no bra and pant and walked straight into my aunt's room. Her husband was already asleep on the bed. I stood there for a while staring at him, losing the courage to walk up to him. I thought of how nice he was and all he had done for my sister and I, also what would be my fate if he refused my moves, but then, I didn't care. I had lost all sense of sanity. After standing there for about 5 minutes, I confidently walked up to him, gently got on the bed and traced my hand from his belly button, down to his waistline, then He opened his eyes...
To be continued
An hour later, I was still in my room, when my phone rang and I looked at the screen, it was sister Margaret. I reluctantly picked and she started begging me to stay away from her daughter. That she would do anything for me to stay far away from her and also delete her number from my phone. I thought about it for a while and decided that this was a perfect opportunity for me to make some more money, so I replied, "Aunty, what you are asking me will not be easy o, I swear. Your daughter is already in love with me, if you want me to really stay away from her, then it will cost you so much money, if not, just bear in mind I will keep fucking your daughter exactly how you fuck me. So..." "Amaka wait, what has come over You? What do you do with all the money you keep asking for? You are like what? 17 years old and you demand for money like this, why?" She interrupted me.
I insisted and didn't back down at all, after much back and forth, we agreed she would give me N300,000 naira to stay away from her daughter and she begged me to give her 2 weeks go gather the money. I was so happy, seeing that my plan was falling in place.
One week later, I still fucked her daughter in the school toilet. I knew I was never going to back down, I would collect the money and keep doing her daughter. I don't feel bad for any of them.
Meanwhile, my aunty had been busy attending one church programme or another, she didn't really have my time, until the day she walked in on me dressing up. I was wearing only panties, with bra in hands, she walked in, bolted the door and took the bra from me, dropped it on the bed, then began to kiss me passionately. She was kissing me like her life depended on it. Her moans were too loud and it gave me a great concern, though, I didn't care if her husband caught us, my only fear was my smart, younger sister hearing her moans from outside.
My aunt ravaged me, with reckless abandon. She kissed, sucked, nibbled and finger fucked me to her satisfaction. From the very first day this whole thing started, she never undressed in front of me neither did she tell me to touch her, she was the one doing the whole thing, which was unlike sister Margaret.
I had thought of how to pay my aunt back but the only two ways that came to mind was her husband and her pretty best friend. I had already collected her number, but I needed to thread with caution since I didn't know if she was into such a thing or not. For I certainly knew that it wasn't all women that indulges in such act. But I was determined to pay my aunt back, so I didn't mind the risk at all.
One night, my aunt went to a vigil and I knew the time to fuck her husband had finally come. I always made their bed every morning, but that particular day, I kept doing other chores and pretending not to remember to fix their bedroom until she was leaving that night, she walked into the kitchen and said, "once you are done from here, make sure you go straight to my room and arrange the bed before any other thing. I am off to the vigil, come and lock the door" she turned and left.
Two hours later, I quickly showered, wore the skimpiest of gown, with no bra and pant and walked straight into my aunt's room. Her husband was already asleep on the bed. I stood there for a while staring at him, losing the courage to walk up to him. I thought of how nice he was and all he had done for my sister and I, also what would be my fate if he refused my moves, but then, I didn't care. I had lost all sense of sanity. After standing there for about 5 minutes, I confidently walked up to him, gently got on the bed and traced my hand from his belly button, down to his waistline, then He opened his eyes...
To be continued
BROKEN (EPISODE 10)
Broken. Episode 10!
As I raised my head from her vagina to tell her once again to reduce her voice, her mum knocked heavily on the door and shouted, "will you girls open this door this minute before I break it down?" Her daughter violently pushed my mouth off of her pussy and hurriedly dressed up, I calmly sat at the edge of the bed, fully naked and not making any effort to dress up. "These girls are really trying my patience, open this door this minute" her mother kept hitting hard on the door. After the frightened girl had made several efforts to get me to dress up which didn't work for her, she walked quietly to the door and unlocked it.
The next thing I heard was a resounding slap on her cheek, "are you stupid? What were you girls doing in here that you locked the door and refused to open it?" She asked her daughter, "nothing mum, I was using the toilet when you were knocking and I begged Amaka to help me open it for you but she refused", she replied, amidst sobs. That was when sister Margaret turned to face me and I saw the shock register on her face when she noticed I was naked. "Am sorry, sister Margaret, I heard you knocking but I was too weak to get up and open the door" I said to her and walked to my wardrobe, bent over, pretending to be looking for what to wear in the lower drawers, making sure my asshole and pussy was very visible to both of them. I knew she was aware of what we were doing and it didn't scare me one bit, I was glad she found out this way. If she could molest another woman's daughter, she should also expect such to happen to her daugter.
After what seemed like an eternity, she spoke, "oya you, go downstairs and wait for me in the car" she said to her daughter, while pushing her out of the room at the same time, after which she closed the door and locked it. "Amaka, are you fucking my daughter?" I pretended not to hear her, she walked up to me and pushed me so hard that I lost my balance and fell on the floor, "answer me, you cheap prostitute. Are you fucking my daughter?"
I quietly got up and laughed so hard, like I never did before, and I replied, "see question o. Are you daft? Or has your bible blocked your sense of reasoning to not have noticed I was sucking her brains off before you disrupted us with your annoying presence. For your information, I have been fucking your daughter for long now and she can't seem to get enough of me. We fuck everytime we see, we have even fucked inside the school toilet. I think your daughter is already addicted to me, like mother like daughter. The apple obviously doesn't fall far from the....." I was still talking, when she slapped me so hard, and slapped me again before I could regain myself. There were tears running down her cheeks.
That was when I got angry and gave her a shove with a serious warning, "bia nwanyi a, don't you ever lay hands on me again, I am not your daughter and you have no right to hit me, the next time you try this rubbish again, I will not only fuck your daughter, I will fuck your husband too, nonsense" She opened her mouth to speak but words failed her. Then she knelt down and started begging me not to touch her daughter again, that she will do anything I want. She kept begging and crying, I was about to speak when someone knocked on the door, so I hurriedly dressed up and unlocked the door, it was my aunty looking puzzled, as she walked past me and into the room, sister Margaret had already sat down on the bed, wiping her tears.
"What's going on here?" My aunty asked, I didn't know who she directed the question at, so I kept my mouth shut. Sister Margaret too, didn't say a word. "Amaka, are you deaf? I said what's going on here?" I was about to talk when sister Margaret spoke up, "nne don't worry yourself, it has nothing to do with Amaka. It's my daughter that has started to disrespect me lately and am here talking to Amaka to help me advise her friend, because am losing it, I don't know what spirit has possessed that girl" she finished and burst into another round of tears. I was shocked beyond words, at that moment, I realized that my aunty didn't even know she was still fucking me after both of them had me together, wow!
My aunty went and held her on the shoulder, consoled her with some biblical words and ended it by telling her to take the matter to the pastor, so that they would book her for deliverance, because her case is not ordinary. They both finalized and walked out of my room, I sat on my bed replaying all that just happened, while still planning my next move. I need to continue saving. I will make both of them pay dearly for molesting me and destroying my mindset about sex, now I have no interest in men, I couldn't imagine touching a man's dick or allowing it into my pussy.
An hour later, I was still in my room, when my phone rang and I looked at the screen, it was sister Margaret. I reluctantly picked and she started...
To be continued.
As I raised my head from her vagina to tell her once again to reduce her voice, her mum knocked heavily on the door and shouted, "will you girls open this door this minute before I break it down?" Her daughter violently pushed my mouth off of her pussy and hurriedly dressed up, I calmly sat at the edge of the bed, fully naked and not making any effort to dress up. "These girls are really trying my patience, open this door this minute" her mother kept hitting hard on the door. After the frightened girl had made several efforts to get me to dress up which didn't work for her, she walked quietly to the door and unlocked it.
The next thing I heard was a resounding slap on her cheek, "are you stupid? What were you girls doing in here that you locked the door and refused to open it?" She asked her daughter, "nothing mum, I was using the toilet when you were knocking and I begged Amaka to help me open it for you but she refused", she replied, amidst sobs. That was when sister Margaret turned to face me and I saw the shock register on her face when she noticed I was naked. "Am sorry, sister Margaret, I heard you knocking but I was too weak to get up and open the door" I said to her and walked to my wardrobe, bent over, pretending to be looking for what to wear in the lower drawers, making sure my asshole and pussy was very visible to both of them. I knew she was aware of what we were doing and it didn't scare me one bit, I was glad she found out this way. If she could molest another woman's daughter, she should also expect such to happen to her daugter.
After what seemed like an eternity, she spoke, "oya you, go downstairs and wait for me in the car" she said to her daughter, while pushing her out of the room at the same time, after which she closed the door and locked it. "Amaka, are you fucking my daughter?" I pretended not to hear her, she walked up to me and pushed me so hard that I lost my balance and fell on the floor, "answer me, you cheap prostitute. Are you fucking my daughter?"
I quietly got up and laughed so hard, like I never did before, and I replied, "see question o. Are you daft? Or has your bible blocked your sense of reasoning to not have noticed I was sucking her brains off before you disrupted us with your annoying presence. For your information, I have been fucking your daughter for long now and she can't seem to get enough of me. We fuck everytime we see, we have even fucked inside the school toilet. I think your daughter is already addicted to me, like mother like daughter. The apple obviously doesn't fall far from the....." I was still talking, when she slapped me so hard, and slapped me again before I could regain myself. There were tears running down her cheeks.
That was when I got angry and gave her a shove with a serious warning, "bia nwanyi a, don't you ever lay hands on me again, I am not your daughter and you have no right to hit me, the next time you try this rubbish again, I will not only fuck your daughter, I will fuck your husband too, nonsense" She opened her mouth to speak but words failed her. Then she knelt down and started begging me not to touch her daughter again, that she will do anything I want. She kept begging and crying, I was about to speak when someone knocked on the door, so I hurriedly dressed up and unlocked the door, it was my aunty looking puzzled, as she walked past me and into the room, sister Margaret had already sat down on the bed, wiping her tears.
"What's going on here?" My aunty asked, I didn't know who she directed the question at, so I kept my mouth shut. Sister Margaret too, didn't say a word. "Amaka, are you deaf? I said what's going on here?" I was about to talk when sister Margaret spoke up, "nne don't worry yourself, it has nothing to do with Amaka. It's my daughter that has started to disrespect me lately and am here talking to Amaka to help me advise her friend, because am losing it, I don't know what spirit has possessed that girl" she finished and burst into another round of tears. I was shocked beyond words, at that moment, I realized that my aunty didn't even know she was still fucking me after both of them had me together, wow!
My aunty went and held her on the shoulder, consoled her with some biblical words and ended it by telling her to take the matter to the pastor, so that they would book her for deliverance, because her case is not ordinary. They both finalized and walked out of my room, I sat on my bed replaying all that just happened, while still planning my next move. I need to continue saving. I will make both of them pay dearly for molesting me and destroying my mindset about sex, now I have no interest in men, I couldn't imagine touching a man's dick or allowing it into my pussy.
An hour later, I was still in my room, when my phone rang and I looked at the screen, it was sister Margaret. I reluctantly picked and she started...
To be continued.
BROKEN (EPISODE 9)
Broken. Episode 9!
_The emergence of Amaka!!!!!_
When we got to sister Margaret's house, she and her family welcomed us with cheerfulness and open arms. Her husband was so very nice, with her children. The oldest is my age mate, we were made to feel at home and I was told to sleep in the same room with her first daughter, while my sister sleeps with the others. That same night, after we had settled down, sister Margaret called me into the kitchen and kissed me passionately then said, "I have been waiting all day to do this, you are just so fresh and sweet, I can't resist you. I wish you would live with me forever" I didn't say a word, I turned and walked out of the kitchen furious. Why is this woman acting like this? How would she feel if someone does this to her daughter? Then an evil thought crossed my mind.
At midnight, I woke her daughter up and lied to her that I was having nightmare, she told me to pray over it and go back to sleep, but I didn't, instead, I started crying. "Haaaa! Amaka why are you crying na? It's just a nightmare, oya let's pray together and sleep" she said. "I have already prayed before waking you up. I just need someone to hug me and massage my back. I miss my mum so much" I burst into another bout of tears and cried heavily, she was looking concerned and confused, then she moved close to me and gave me a hug, I held her tight and refused to let go, "can you kiss me?" "Ofcourse" She pecked me on the cheek, I shook my head and said, "no, not that type of kiss, I want the real kiss please" she moved away from me, turned on the light and stared at me in shock. "Kiss you on the lips? That's totally wrong. You are a girl. I can only kiss a guy but never a girl o. No no no" I walked up to her and told her to try me and see the difference between a guy and a girl. "A guy will kiss you and it will finally lead to pregnancy but I will kiss you and you will never get in trouble" it took me almost an hour to convince her, before she finally gave in. In less than two hours, I did to her exactly what my aunty and her mum did to me, except the carrot, because there was no carrot in their house then, so I used my fingers, surprisingly, she wasn't a virgin.
That was how I started fucking sister Margaret's daughter and sister Margaret was also fucking me any chance she gets. None of them knew I was fucking the other. On the third day we were to go home, she begged me for a goodbye fuck, I told her to bring N50,000, she begged and begged but I refused, then she went to her wardrobe and brought out all she had, which was N48,000. I collected it and fucked her, we were done and I was in the bathroom when her mum came looking for me. I knew she wanted to fuck me as well, so I walked into her room and instead of waiting for her to kiss me, I kissed her. She was so dumbfounded, that was when I gave her my terms, "I will not do this for free anymore, if you want to have sex with me then you must pay me" she laughed and said, "pay you for sex, are you a prostitute? Don't reduce yourself to such a thing. If there's anything you need just mention it, I will buy it for you" I refused and made to walk out of the room but she held me back and asked how much it will cost her, I told her to give me a hundred thousand naira, she screamed and said she can only afford N10,000, I stood my ground, at the end, she gave me N50,000 and used my body for her pleasure, as usual.
And that was how I started collecting money from her daughter and her, even after we went back home, her daughter started to frequent our house and bring me money for sex, while her mum looks for every excuse to get me to her house for paid sex. My aunty didn't touch me again for like three months after she got back from camp. On the fourth month, the whole thing started again. One day, I told her I needed her help to open account, so I could be saving my money, "how much do you have that you need account for?" She asked. "Aunty, I have 28,000, but it doesn't matter the amount, a lot of my friends in school have bank accounts and it helps them save" I replied. On friday of that week, I didn't go to school, she took me to go open the account and the next week, I went to deposit N350,000, in my account and the business continued.
I had expected my aunty to ask me why I was collecting money from sister Margaret, but she didn't, I guess she wasn't told. The whole thing continued and I got used to it, my money was growing rapidly and I was still looking for ways to make my aunty pay for everything. She started it all, took away my virginity and made me see myself as a tool. I know that what I was doing to Sister Margaret's daughter was wrong, but I had no remorse, I cared less. If her mother could do such to another woman's daughter, then her child deserves to go through the same thing.
One fateful Saturday evening, I was walking down to the kitchen to make dinner, when I saw her again, that same lady that fasted with my aunty months ago, she was seated alone in the parlour reading her bible. I decided to go and say hi to her, "good evening ma. Have you seen aunty or should I go and call her for you?" "Don't worry yourself nne, she was here with me, she only went to get something from her room. How are you?" "Am fine ma. You look so very pretty, please, can I get your number? I would love to be your friend" I said boldly. Then she laughed out loud and looked at me in awe, "Wow! This is the first time someone your age has asked to be my friend, am flattered. Okay, get your phone let me input my number for you" I ran upstairs to get my phone and ran back downstairs and saw sister Margaret and her daughter, removing their shoes at the door way, my heart skipped, I thought her mum had caught her stealing and found out she was giving the money to me for sex, but their reactions when they saw me, killed my fear. I heaved a sigh of relief.
Few hours later, I told my younger sister to go downstairs and watch television that I wanted to discus in private with sister Margaret's daughter, she gladly ran out of the room. Then I locked the door, collected the money she brought, threw it into my wardrobe and grabbed her. We started kissing passionately and speedily got naked. We got on the bed and positioned ourselves in the 69 way, she wasn't that good at sucking then so I told her to stop sucking and feel how I suck her, so as to learn. She kept moaning so loudly that I would stop and tell her to reduce her voice, she will nod and before long, she starts to moan again.
As I raised my head from her vagina to tell her once again to reduce her voice, her mum knocked heavily on the door and shouted, "will you girls open this door this minute before I break it down?"....
To be continues
_The emergence of Amaka!!!!!_
When we got to sister Margaret's house, she and her family welcomed us with cheerfulness and open arms. Her husband was so very nice, with her children. The oldest is my age mate, we were made to feel at home and I was told to sleep in the same room with her first daughter, while my sister sleeps with the others. That same night, after we had settled down, sister Margaret called me into the kitchen and kissed me passionately then said, "I have been waiting all day to do this, you are just so fresh and sweet, I can't resist you. I wish you would live with me forever" I didn't say a word, I turned and walked out of the kitchen furious. Why is this woman acting like this? How would she feel if someone does this to her daughter? Then an evil thought crossed my mind.
At midnight, I woke her daughter up and lied to her that I was having nightmare, she told me to pray over it and go back to sleep, but I didn't, instead, I started crying. "Haaaa! Amaka why are you crying na? It's just a nightmare, oya let's pray together and sleep" she said. "I have already prayed before waking you up. I just need someone to hug me and massage my back. I miss my mum so much" I burst into another bout of tears and cried heavily, she was looking concerned and confused, then she moved close to me and gave me a hug, I held her tight and refused to let go, "can you kiss me?" "Ofcourse" She pecked me on the cheek, I shook my head and said, "no, not that type of kiss, I want the real kiss please" she moved away from me, turned on the light and stared at me in shock. "Kiss you on the lips? That's totally wrong. You are a girl. I can only kiss a guy but never a girl o. No no no" I walked up to her and told her to try me and see the difference between a guy and a girl. "A guy will kiss you and it will finally lead to pregnancy but I will kiss you and you will never get in trouble" it took me almost an hour to convince her, before she finally gave in. In less than two hours, I did to her exactly what my aunty and her mum did to me, except the carrot, because there was no carrot in their house then, so I used my fingers, surprisingly, she wasn't a virgin.
That was how I started fucking sister Margaret's daughter and sister Margaret was also fucking me any chance she gets. None of them knew I was fucking the other. On the third day we were to go home, she begged me for a goodbye fuck, I told her to bring N50,000, she begged and begged but I refused, then she went to her wardrobe and brought out all she had, which was N48,000. I collected it and fucked her, we were done and I was in the bathroom when her mum came looking for me. I knew she wanted to fuck me as well, so I walked into her room and instead of waiting for her to kiss me, I kissed her. She was so dumbfounded, that was when I gave her my terms, "I will not do this for free anymore, if you want to have sex with me then you must pay me" she laughed and said, "pay you for sex, are you a prostitute? Don't reduce yourself to such a thing. If there's anything you need just mention it, I will buy it for you" I refused and made to walk out of the room but she held me back and asked how much it will cost her, I told her to give me a hundred thousand naira, she screamed and said she can only afford N10,000, I stood my ground, at the end, she gave me N50,000 and used my body for her pleasure, as usual.
And that was how I started collecting money from her daughter and her, even after we went back home, her daughter started to frequent our house and bring me money for sex, while her mum looks for every excuse to get me to her house for paid sex. My aunty didn't touch me again for like three months after she got back from camp. On the fourth month, the whole thing started again. One day, I told her I needed her help to open account, so I could be saving my money, "how much do you have that you need account for?" She asked. "Aunty, I have 28,000, but it doesn't matter the amount, a lot of my friends in school have bank accounts and it helps them save" I replied. On friday of that week, I didn't go to school, she took me to go open the account and the next week, I went to deposit N350,000, in my account and the business continued.
I had expected my aunty to ask me why I was collecting money from sister Margaret, but she didn't, I guess she wasn't told. The whole thing continued and I got used to it, my money was growing rapidly and I was still looking for ways to make my aunty pay for everything. She started it all, took away my virginity and made me see myself as a tool. I know that what I was doing to Sister Margaret's daughter was wrong, but I had no remorse, I cared less. If her mother could do such to another woman's daughter, then her child deserves to go through the same thing.
One fateful Saturday evening, I was walking down to the kitchen to make dinner, when I saw her again, that same lady that fasted with my aunty months ago, she was seated alone in the parlour reading her bible. I decided to go and say hi to her, "good evening ma. Have you seen aunty or should I go and call her for you?" "Don't worry yourself nne, she was here with me, she only went to get something from her room. How are you?" "Am fine ma. You look so very pretty, please, can I get your number? I would love to be your friend" I said boldly. Then she laughed out loud and looked at me in awe, "Wow! This is the first time someone your age has asked to be my friend, am flattered. Okay, get your phone let me input my number for you" I ran upstairs to get my phone and ran back downstairs and saw sister Margaret and her daughter, removing their shoes at the door way, my heart skipped, I thought her mum had caught her stealing and found out she was giving the money to me for sex, but their reactions when they saw me, killed my fear. I heaved a sigh of relief.
Few hours later, I told my younger sister to go downstairs and watch television that I wanted to discus in private with sister Margaret's daughter, she gladly ran out of the room. Then I locked the door, collected the money she brought, threw it into my wardrobe and grabbed her. We started kissing passionately and speedily got naked. We got on the bed and positioned ourselves in the 69 way, she wasn't that good at sucking then so I told her to stop sucking and feel how I suck her, so as to learn. She kept moaning so loudly that I would stop and tell her to reduce her voice, she will nod and before long, she starts to moan again.
As I raised my head from her vagina to tell her once again to reduce her voice, her mum knocked heavily on the door and shouted, "will you girls open this door this minute before I break it down?"....
To be continues
BROKEN (EPISODE 8)
Broken. Episode 8!
I was still thinking to myself, when my aunty walked up to us, lifted my top and both of them began to suck my nipples, side by side. I felt so disgusted, but totally helpless. Not having any power over them made my hatred for them increase, especially for my aunty that allowed such. I was already starting to get used to her molestation, but bringing another person in was the greatest shock of my life, next to her using carrot on me. I stood still without any form of struggle and allowed them have a field day on my breasts.
Sister Margaret pulled away from me and undressed herself, I was so surprised, because my aunty never did so. She took my hand and placed on her flat, wrinkled breast, "Nne touch me. Squeeze my nipples very hard, mmmm, you are so sweet and fresh" she said as she pressed my right hand tightly on her left breast. My aunty was still busy sucking my nipple and moaning, while rubbing my pussy through the light fabric night short I was putting on. After a while, she pulled it off completely and made me lay on the bed, then she spread my legs so wide and began sucking my pussy, while sister Margaret put her nipple in my mouth and told me to suck hard. Things were happening so fast, I closed my eyes and sucked on, thinking of my younger sister that was yet to be brought to the house but I was already paying for her to come live with us. I knew I had no other choice, so I decided to swallow my pains and play along, but I knew that one day, I would really make my aunty pay, for messing me up this way.
After about an hour of fingering, sucking, kissing and massaging me, they left me. I laid on the bed for another hour before I went to have my bath. I didn't hear from them again until I got hungry later in the evening and decided to go make noodles, that was when I saw her, my aunt's best friend, they were praying together, she was looking so pretty and an evil thought crossed my mind, I knew what I had to do, my pay back plan was about to fall in place, but I needed to get my sister here first before devising my strategy and carrying it out secretly. I was almost half way into the kitchen, when I heard my name, "Amaka, Nne biko, bring out the soup from the freezer and microwave it, then make semo for us, we just ended our 6-6 fasting and we are very hungry. Make much, so you keep for your uncle, to avoid making another one when he gets back" my aunty said. I didn't reply, but she knew I heard her.
Two days later, my uncle came back with my sister, Kai, my joy knew no bounds, I couldn't stop hugging her, she was crying profusely, looking so tattered and worn out. She had marks all over her body and cuts from excessive flogging. I kept turning her around to look at various parts of her body. "Amy, you look beautiful and very fresh. Are you going out, this one you are wearing this fine gown?" She asked me, my heart broke into pieces, but I held myself from crying, I needed to be strong for her, "haba nne, this is not even my outing cloth, it's my house cloth. Don't worry, you are here now, you will start looking fresh and wearing nice clothes just like this one, okay?" I comforted her, she cleaned her eyes and nodded happily, then I took her into my room and told her to freshen up and wait for me, while I go get her something to eat.
I went into the kitchen, closed the door and let out my own tears. I realized I had to fully surrender my body to my aunty and any other person(s) she wishes to bring, for the sake of my sister. Only God knows what my brothers are going through, I thought to myself and right there, at that moment, in that kitchen, I made up my mind to bring my siblings back together, I was almost 17 and the oldest, I felt it was my duty and I would use what I have, to get all that we would need to survive.
That was the beginning of my evil plans. Days and weeks passed, nobody laid hands on me, my sister was enrolled into my school. My aunty bought new clothes for her, even bought her a phone, she was so happy and was starting to look good and healthy. My aunty was very busy with her church activities and planning for their camp. One Sunday, after church, she called my sister and I, into the sitting room, her husband was there, then she said, "Amaka why didn't you tell me tomorrow is your birthday? You will be 17 tomorrow and you kept it from your best aunty?" Did this idiot just call herself my best aunty? Oh wow! Splendid, I thought to myself, before replying, "Aunty, please am sorry, don't be angry, I didn't even remember it sef?" " No worries, we already have something planned out, I will buy you a cake and you will mark it in school with your friends, while I invite the pastor and some members of the church to pray for you okay?" I nodded and she continued, "your uncle and I, will be travelling to Ogun state for a 3 days camping retreat, so on thursday, we will drop both of you off at sister Margaret's house so you go to school from there, she's not going camping this year" she finished.
Few days later, we were on our way to sister Margaret's house...
To be continued. tomorrow
I was still thinking to myself, when my aunty walked up to us, lifted my top and both of them began to suck my nipples, side by side. I felt so disgusted, but totally helpless. Not having any power over them made my hatred for them increase, especially for my aunty that allowed such. I was already starting to get used to her molestation, but bringing another person in was the greatest shock of my life, next to her using carrot on me. I stood still without any form of struggle and allowed them have a field day on my breasts.
Sister Margaret pulled away from me and undressed herself, I was so surprised, because my aunty never did so. She took my hand and placed on her flat, wrinkled breast, "Nne touch me. Squeeze my nipples very hard, mmmm, you are so sweet and fresh" she said as she pressed my right hand tightly on her left breast. My aunty was still busy sucking my nipple and moaning, while rubbing my pussy through the light fabric night short I was putting on. After a while, she pulled it off completely and made me lay on the bed, then she spread my legs so wide and began sucking my pussy, while sister Margaret put her nipple in my mouth and told me to suck hard. Things were happening so fast, I closed my eyes and sucked on, thinking of my younger sister that was yet to be brought to the house but I was already paying for her to come live with us. I knew I had no other choice, so I decided to swallow my pains and play along, but I knew that one day, I would really make my aunty pay, for messing me up this way.
After about an hour of fingering, sucking, kissing and massaging me, they left me. I laid on the bed for another hour before I went to have my bath. I didn't hear from them again until I got hungry later in the evening and decided to go make noodles, that was when I saw her, my aunt's best friend, they were praying together, she was looking so pretty and an evil thought crossed my mind, I knew what I had to do, my pay back plan was about to fall in place, but I needed to get my sister here first before devising my strategy and carrying it out secretly. I was almost half way into the kitchen, when I heard my name, "Amaka, Nne biko, bring out the soup from the freezer and microwave it, then make semo for us, we just ended our 6-6 fasting and we are very hungry. Make much, so you keep for your uncle, to avoid making another one when he gets back" my aunty said. I didn't reply, but she knew I heard her.
Two days later, my uncle came back with my sister, Kai, my joy knew no bounds, I couldn't stop hugging her, she was crying profusely, looking so tattered and worn out. She had marks all over her body and cuts from excessive flogging. I kept turning her around to look at various parts of her body. "Amy, you look beautiful and very fresh. Are you going out, this one you are wearing this fine gown?" She asked me, my heart broke into pieces, but I held myself from crying, I needed to be strong for her, "haba nne, this is not even my outing cloth, it's my house cloth. Don't worry, you are here now, you will start looking fresh and wearing nice clothes just like this one, okay?" I comforted her, she cleaned her eyes and nodded happily, then I took her into my room and told her to freshen up and wait for me, while I go get her something to eat.
I went into the kitchen, closed the door and let out my own tears. I realized I had to fully surrender my body to my aunty and any other person(s) she wishes to bring, for the sake of my sister. Only God knows what my brothers are going through, I thought to myself and right there, at that moment, in that kitchen, I made up my mind to bring my siblings back together, I was almost 17 and the oldest, I felt it was my duty and I would use what I have, to get all that we would need to survive.
That was the beginning of my evil plans. Days and weeks passed, nobody laid hands on me, my sister was enrolled into my school. My aunty bought new clothes for her, even bought her a phone, she was so happy and was starting to look good and healthy. My aunty was very busy with her church activities and planning for their camp. One Sunday, after church, she called my sister and I, into the sitting room, her husband was there, then she said, "Amaka why didn't you tell me tomorrow is your birthday? You will be 17 tomorrow and you kept it from your best aunty?" Did this idiot just call herself my best aunty? Oh wow! Splendid, I thought to myself, before replying, "Aunty, please am sorry, don't be angry, I didn't even remember it sef?" " No worries, we already have something planned out, I will buy you a cake and you will mark it in school with your friends, while I invite the pastor and some members of the church to pray for you okay?" I nodded and she continued, "your uncle and I, will be travelling to Ogun state for a 3 days camping retreat, so on thursday, we will drop both of you off at sister Margaret's house so you go to school from there, she's not going camping this year" she finished.
Few days later, we were on our way to sister Margaret's house...
To be continued. tomorrow
BROKEN (EPISODE 7)
Broken. Episode 7!
She turned to me and told me to stop crying, that everything will be alright, then she hugged me tightly and we walked out of the hospital to get a cab. When we got home, she took me into her bathroom and bathed me, she took special care on my vagina and washed it properly, without doing anything nasty. When she was done, she got warm water with a towel and massaged it and told me to clean my body and go lay on her bed. I did as I was told, I didn't know when I fell asleep, until she woke me up to eat.
As I was eating, she began talking to me about what happened, "Nne, am truly sorry for what happened yesterday, but it's for your own good. You need this now more than ever and am the only one that can do it for you. I love you so much and I would never intentionally hurt you in any way. Am sorry, you went through so much pains, and I assure you that the next time, won't be painful, that's when you will start enjoying it, okay?" She finished. "It's okay Aunty, I understand. What we should be worried about now is what to tell Uncle, he seemed furious earlier and am sure he won't let this go until he gets to the root of it" I replied. She laughed and told me to forget about her husband, that she will handle him, and incase he tries to talk to me about it, that I should never say a word, "he is a man and he will want me to handle everything while he offers his full support, don't even think about it". I nodded in confusion, as I remembered what she told me earlier about next time. Does it mean she will do this to me again? I couldn't help but ask.
"Aunty, you said next time won't be this painful, I don't understand, is there going to be a next time?" "Ofcourse, my baby. We are lovers now and we will always make love anytime we want it. You were a virgin, that was why the first time was painful, the next one won't be painful and there won't be any need for carrot again. Try and get some more rest. Pastor Philip and sis Margaret will be coming over by 5pm to pray for you. He called earlier that my husband told him what happened" I said okay and she left the room.
Later in the evening, the Pastor came, prayed for me and gave me counsel. Sister Margaret was with him. She is also a member of the prayer warriors in church, which my aunty is the leader. She is a very rich lady, married to an oil tycoon and they have four children. Two of her kids attends the same school with me. She told my aunty that she will be coming to see me every evening to talk to me until am healed, so that what happened to me won't mar me, my aunty agreed.
The next day, I didn't go to school, I stayed at home as my aunty instructed. She told me to rest for a week before I resume school again. I didn't do any house chores, my aunty did everything and even brought me breakfast on bed. I was still eating breakfast when I heard a car drive into the compound, I looked out through my window, it was Sis Margaret, I was surprised. I remembered she said she would always come around in the evenings, I wondered what was doing here by this time. Shortly after, she walked into the room with my aunty, with an olive oil in hand.
"Good morning ma!" I greeted her, "morning, my love. How are you feeling this morning?" "I feel better now" I replied. "Very good. I know you are a strong girl, now come and give me a hug" she said, as she dropped the olive oil she was holding and spread out her hands. I got up and reluctantly hugged her. My aunty stood there smiling at us. Sis Margaret held on to me longer than I expected and I began to wonder when she would release her hold on me, but instead, she turned my face and kissed me on the lips, I tried to push her away, but she held on to me, then my aunty said "haba Amaka, stop fighting it, release your mind and relax your body to enjoy it, kiss her back and don't force it" I stopped trying to break free and stood still, while sis Margaret kissed me all over, from my lips to my ears, down to my neck.
I didn't understand what was going on, I thought my aunty said she won't allow anyone to touch me, why then is she watching sis Margaret kiss and fondle my breasts this way? I was still thinking to myself when my aunty walked up to us, lifted my top and both of them began to...
To continued ☹when ever am free again..... ☹
She turned to me and told me to stop crying, that everything will be alright, then she hugged me tightly and we walked out of the hospital to get a cab. When we got home, she took me into her bathroom and bathed me, she took special care on my vagina and washed it properly, without doing anything nasty. When she was done, she got warm water with a towel and massaged it and told me to clean my body and go lay on her bed. I did as I was told, I didn't know when I fell asleep, until she woke me up to eat.
As I was eating, she began talking to me about what happened, "Nne, am truly sorry for what happened yesterday, but it's for your own good. You need this now more than ever and am the only one that can do it for you. I love you so much and I would never intentionally hurt you in any way. Am sorry, you went through so much pains, and I assure you that the next time, won't be painful, that's when you will start enjoying it, okay?" She finished. "It's okay Aunty, I understand. What we should be worried about now is what to tell Uncle, he seemed furious earlier and am sure he won't let this go until he gets to the root of it" I replied. She laughed and told me to forget about her husband, that she will handle him, and incase he tries to talk to me about it, that I should never say a word, "he is a man and he will want me to handle everything while he offers his full support, don't even think about it". I nodded in confusion, as I remembered what she told me earlier about next time. Does it mean she will do this to me again? I couldn't help but ask.
"Aunty, you said next time won't be this painful, I don't understand, is there going to be a next time?" "Ofcourse, my baby. We are lovers now and we will always make love anytime we want it. You were a virgin, that was why the first time was painful, the next one won't be painful and there won't be any need for carrot again. Try and get some more rest. Pastor Philip and sis Margaret will be coming over by 5pm to pray for you. He called earlier that my husband told him what happened" I said okay and she left the room.
Later in the evening, the Pastor came, prayed for me and gave me counsel. Sister Margaret was with him. She is also a member of the prayer warriors in church, which my aunty is the leader. She is a very rich lady, married to an oil tycoon and they have four children. Two of her kids attends the same school with me. She told my aunty that she will be coming to see me every evening to talk to me until am healed, so that what happened to me won't mar me, my aunty agreed.
The next day, I didn't go to school, I stayed at home as my aunty instructed. She told me to rest for a week before I resume school again. I didn't do any house chores, my aunty did everything and even brought me breakfast on bed. I was still eating breakfast when I heard a car drive into the compound, I looked out through my window, it was Sis Margaret, I was surprised. I remembered she said she would always come around in the evenings, I wondered what was doing here by this time. Shortly after, she walked into the room with my aunty, with an olive oil in hand.
"Good morning ma!" I greeted her, "morning, my love. How are you feeling this morning?" "I feel better now" I replied. "Very good. I know you are a strong girl, now come and give me a hug" she said, as she dropped the olive oil she was holding and spread out her hands. I got up and reluctantly hugged her. My aunty stood there smiling at us. Sis Margaret held on to me longer than I expected and I began to wonder when she would release her hold on me, but instead, she turned my face and kissed me on the lips, I tried to push her away, but she held on to me, then my aunty said "haba Amaka, stop fighting it, release your mind and relax your body to enjoy it, kiss her back and don't force it" I stopped trying to break free and stood still, while sis Margaret kissed me all over, from my lips to my ears, down to my neck.
I didn't understand what was going on, I thought my aunty said she won't allow anyone to touch me, why then is she watching sis Margaret kiss and fondle my breasts this way? I was still thinking to myself when my aunty walked up to us, lifted my top and both of them began to...
To continued ☹when ever am free again..... ☹
BROKEN (EPISOSE 6)
Broken. Episode 6!
Lick my vagina with her mouth, the whole thing felt so awkward, I tried to act like it was normal but I couldn't, so I sat up and told her to stop, that it was disgusting and strange to put her mouth where I pee from. She started laughing and told me to relax, that putting mouth on my vagina is one of the greatest gifts a woman can get in life and a lot of women crave and beg for it, but they don't get it, so I should thank God that she is giving it to me on a platter of gold because of the love she has for me and I shouldn't take it for granted. After explaining, she positioned me properly again and put her mouth there and began to suck me hungrily.
I didn't feel anything, because of my mindset at that time, I was being forced and the whole thing made me feel like throwing up. She told me not to tell anyone, because they will not understand and be jealous of our love, I nodded and closed my eyes. Then I felt something pierce my vagina opening, I opened my eyes and shifted uncomfortably, I sat up and saw that she was holding a carrot and was trying to put it inside of me, that was when I started crying and begging her to stop, but she refused, I shouted and screamed, but no one heard me. I begged her with the name of God and Jesus that she respected so much, but she refused and kept hurting me with the carrot until she had gotten more than half of it into my vagina, then she went ahead to twist and thrust it inside of me, while using her left hand to massage my breast. It hurt so much. Nothing had ever hurt me like that before, that was when my hatred for her started.
When she finished, she cleaned me up and told me not to tell anyone, that she loves me so much and even if I tell anyone, no one will believe me.
That night, I became sick, my stomach, private part and legs hurt so much. I couldn't sleep. The next morning, I was hot and shivering badly, I couldn't even stand very well, my uncle saw me trying to balance myself on the kitchen door as not to fall. He quickly ran to me and was shocked as he touched my arm.
"Amaka, God, you are burning. What's wrong with you?" He asked. I tried to speak, but words failed me. He called out to his wife, then carried me out, into his car and was about driving out when his wife rushed out and joined us in the car. We headed straight to the hospital. At the hospital, the doctor asked how I was feeling, when I started feeling sick and the parts of my body that ached. After I answered, the next question she asked was, "did anybody forcefully touch your private part?" Before I could answer, my aunty answered, "No! She is well taken care of and we protect her so much".
The doctor asked me to go to the laboratory for tests. The tests proved that I had been molested, they even found some particles of blood on my pant, I didn't have the strength to shower after what she did to me the last night. My uncle was shocked, he kept asking me who put hands on me, I could see the fire in his eyes, "who did this to you, Amaka? I swear to God who made me, I will make the evil bloody bastard pay so dearly for this. Who the hell put hands on you?" He asked again as he shook me very hard to reply him. I started crying, then my aunty intervened. "Honey, please, do not worry yourself. I must find out the truth from her, you can see she is still shaken up and rattled. Just go to work, you are already running late. Give us money for cab, when you get home later, we will sort it all out" he said okay, handed some money over to her, hugged me and left...
To be continued .🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀
Lick my vagina with her mouth, the whole thing felt so awkward, I tried to act like it was normal but I couldn't, so I sat up and told her to stop, that it was disgusting and strange to put her mouth where I pee from. She started laughing and told me to relax, that putting mouth on my vagina is one of the greatest gifts a woman can get in life and a lot of women crave and beg for it, but they don't get it, so I should thank God that she is giving it to me on a platter of gold because of the love she has for me and I shouldn't take it for granted. After explaining, she positioned me properly again and put her mouth there and began to suck me hungrily.
I didn't feel anything, because of my mindset at that time, I was being forced and the whole thing made me feel like throwing up. She told me not to tell anyone, because they will not understand and be jealous of our love, I nodded and closed my eyes. Then I felt something pierce my vagina opening, I opened my eyes and shifted uncomfortably, I sat up and saw that she was holding a carrot and was trying to put it inside of me, that was when I started crying and begging her to stop, but she refused, I shouted and screamed, but no one heard me. I begged her with the name of God and Jesus that she respected so much, but she refused and kept hurting me with the carrot until she had gotten more than half of it into my vagina, then she went ahead to twist and thrust it inside of me, while using her left hand to massage my breast. It hurt so much. Nothing had ever hurt me like that before, that was when my hatred for her started.
When she finished, she cleaned me up and told me not to tell anyone, that she loves me so much and even if I tell anyone, no one will believe me.
That night, I became sick, my stomach, private part and legs hurt so much. I couldn't sleep. The next morning, I was hot and shivering badly, I couldn't even stand very well, my uncle saw me trying to balance myself on the kitchen door as not to fall. He quickly ran to me and was shocked as he touched my arm.
"Amaka, God, you are burning. What's wrong with you?" He asked. I tried to speak, but words failed me. He called out to his wife, then carried me out, into his car and was about driving out when his wife rushed out and joined us in the car. We headed straight to the hospital. At the hospital, the doctor asked how I was feeling, when I started feeling sick and the parts of my body that ached. After I answered, the next question she asked was, "did anybody forcefully touch your private part?" Before I could answer, my aunty answered, "No! She is well taken care of and we protect her so much".
The doctor asked me to go to the laboratory for tests. The tests proved that I had been molested, they even found some particles of blood on my pant, I didn't have the strength to shower after what she did to me the last night. My uncle was shocked, he kept asking me who put hands on me, I could see the fire in his eyes, "who did this to you, Amaka? I swear to God who made me, I will make the evil bloody bastard pay so dearly for this. Who the hell put hands on you?" He asked again as he shook me very hard to reply him. I started crying, then my aunty intervened. "Honey, please, do not worry yourself. I must find out the truth from her, you can see she is still shaken up and rattled. Just go to work, you are already running late. Give us money for cab, when you get home later, we will sort it all out" he said okay, handed some money over to her, hugged me and left...
To be continued .🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀
BROKEN (EPISODE 5)
Broken. Episode 5!
She started sucking my left nipple and using her right hand to massage my the right one, she kept at it for almost 5 minutes, then she stopped and looked me in the eyes, "are you enjoying it? Tell me you are, please" she spoke. I shook my head and replied, "no, Aunty. I am not enjoying it" I replied. She smiled, "I understand how you feel, I felt the same way too during my first time. That's why I don't want to rush you. Don't worry, with time, you will get used to it" she said, as she went back to sucking my nipples and moaning at the same time.
After a while, she did what she hasn't done before, she pulled up my gown and touched my vagina through my panties, I flinched and moved back, at that moment, I heard the voice of her husband calling out her name from the hall way, she quickly stopped, adjusted her dress and picked up her purse and bible, "honey, we will meet you downstairs shortly, am helping Amaka to fix up something" she replied back at him. She helped me hook up my bra and zipped up my gown, then gave me a very long kiss and a hug, after which we headed out to join her husband in the car for church.
She was the leader of the prayer warriors in church. People send prayer points and requests to her. She was honoured as much as they honoured the pastor of the church and her husband was very proud of her. She doesn't go a week without fasting. One time, she made me fast, because I slept off during night prayer, that was before she started molesting me.
Four hours later, we were back from church and headed into the kitchen to cook, when I sat down on the kitchen stool to slice the vegetables, she told me to go back upstairs and remove my panties, then come back into the kitchen and sit facing her, with my legs spread apart, that she wants to be looking into my vagina, as she cooks. I didn't argue, I ran upstairs and did exactly as she said. I was determined to do anything to make sure my younger sister was safe and sound with me, where I could watch over her, even if it meant allowing my Aunty do evil things to my body.
Later that sunday evening, her husband went out and she called me into her bedroom, undressed me and told me to lie down on the bed. Note that while all this was going on, she never undressed nor asked me to touch her, she was always fully clothed. It was as if she was using my body for some kind of experiment.
She brought out baby oil, sprinkled it on my body and began to massage me. Starting from my shoulders to every other part of my body. She paid extra attention to my breasts and my vagina. I noticed three pieces of carrot close to where the baby oil was. I kept wondering what she needed carrots for, could it be that she wanted us to eat it after the ritual she was performing on my body, or what? I thought to myself. The next thing I heard was, "nne, close your eyes. Think of the most amazing place you would like to be. Feel this moment, release yourself and let go of your fears, trust me. I love you so much and would never hurt you. One day, you would thank God I did this to you, and not some stupid guy that doesn't deserve you. My treasure" she said.
Like a sheep about to be slaughtered, I closed my eyes and tried to think of an 'amazing' place. But the only thing that came to my mind was my parents, telling us wonderful stories. I pictured my mum's lovely smile and my dad's fearless eyes, how I wished they were still alive. I snapped back to reality when I felt her spreading my legs apart, then placed a pillow underneath me and positioned me well on it, the next thing I knew, she knelt in between my legs and bent down, staring hard at my vagina, I thought she was looking for something, only for her to put her mouth on it and began to...
To be continued.
She started sucking my left nipple and using her right hand to massage my the right one, she kept at it for almost 5 minutes, then she stopped and looked me in the eyes, "are you enjoying it? Tell me you are, please" she spoke. I shook my head and replied, "no, Aunty. I am not enjoying it" I replied. She smiled, "I understand how you feel, I felt the same way too during my first time. That's why I don't want to rush you. Don't worry, with time, you will get used to it" she said, as she went back to sucking my nipples and moaning at the same time.
After a while, she did what she hasn't done before, she pulled up my gown and touched my vagina through my panties, I flinched and moved back, at that moment, I heard the voice of her husband calling out her name from the hall way, she quickly stopped, adjusted her dress and picked up her purse and bible, "honey, we will meet you downstairs shortly, am helping Amaka to fix up something" she replied back at him. She helped me hook up my bra and zipped up my gown, then gave me a very long kiss and a hug, after which we headed out to join her husband in the car for church.
She was the leader of the prayer warriors in church. People send prayer points and requests to her. She was honoured as much as they honoured the pastor of the church and her husband was very proud of her. She doesn't go a week without fasting. One time, she made me fast, because I slept off during night prayer, that was before she started molesting me.
Four hours later, we were back from church and headed into the kitchen to cook, when I sat down on the kitchen stool to slice the vegetables, she told me to go back upstairs and remove my panties, then come back into the kitchen and sit facing her, with my legs spread apart, that she wants to be looking into my vagina, as she cooks. I didn't argue, I ran upstairs and did exactly as she said. I was determined to do anything to make sure my younger sister was safe and sound with me, where I could watch over her, even if it meant allowing my Aunty do evil things to my body.
Later that sunday evening, her husband went out and she called me into her bedroom, undressed me and told me to lie down on the bed. Note that while all this was going on, she never undressed nor asked me to touch her, she was always fully clothed. It was as if she was using my body for some kind of experiment.
She brought out baby oil, sprinkled it on my body and began to massage me. Starting from my shoulders to every other part of my body. She paid extra attention to my breasts and my vagina. I noticed three pieces of carrot close to where the baby oil was. I kept wondering what she needed carrots for, could it be that she wanted us to eat it after the ritual she was performing on my body, or what? I thought to myself. The next thing I heard was, "nne, close your eyes. Think of the most amazing place you would like to be. Feel this moment, release yourself and let go of your fears, trust me. I love you so much and would never hurt you. One day, you would thank God I did this to you, and not some stupid guy that doesn't deserve you. My treasure" she said.
Like a sheep about to be slaughtered, I closed my eyes and tried to think of an 'amazing' place. But the only thing that came to my mind was my parents, telling us wonderful stories. I pictured my mum's lovely smile and my dad's fearless eyes, how I wished they were still alive. I snapped back to reality when I felt her spreading my legs apart, then placed a pillow underneath me and positioned me well on it, the next thing I knew, she knelt in between my legs and bent down, staring hard at my vagina, I thought she was looking for something, only for her to put her mouth on it and began to...
To be continued.
BROKEN (EPISODE 4)
Broken. Episode 4!
As soon as the door closed behind her, I started crying heavily. I didn't know what to do, I thought of confiding in my best friend, but what could she do? She was only 15 years old. After crying profusely for an hour, I cleaned my eyes and went to prepare dinner. It wasn't long, when I heard my uncle drive into the compound, I stood staring at him through the kitchen window as he got out of his car and walked into the house and straight into the kitchen.
"Good evening, Uncle". I greeted him as he made his way to the fridge to get water, he drank a little and kept it back, before responding to my greeting, "Ehen, Amaka. How are you doing? Your eyes look swollen, have you been crying?" He asked, walking up to me, with his eyes fixed on mine. "No, am fine. I was just crying earlier because of my sister", I said. "What happened to her, hope she's okay? Tell me everything ". Then I started crying again, I was so emotional, that words failed me, I didn't know where to begin from and also knew I dared not tell him what his wife told me. I kept crying until he got closer to me, gave me a hug and used the kitchen towel lying close to the sink to wipe my tears. I felt so uncomfortable with the way he held me, I was also scared that my aunty could walk in and misinterprete the situation. As if he knew what I was thinking, he moved back and said, "Nne, I hate to see girls cry. It pierces my heart. You are like a sister to me, tell me what hurts you and I promise to make it go away, I need you to be happy for us".
I thought about what he said briefly, after which I opened up to him and told him everything, but I didn't mention that I had already discussed it with his wife. After I finished talking, he laughed and said, "Haba, is that why you have been moody lately? I notice everything in this house but I choose not to talk because your aunty is closer to you than I am. But anyways, worry not and wipe your tears, today is Saturday, I will make sure your sister gets here before Wednesday next week, okay? Cheer up and be your usual self, this is a minor issue", I couldn't believe my ears, it felt like I was dreaming, I ran to him and gave him a hug, then he left the kitchen. My joy knew no bounds, I danced the rest of the night till it was bed time. I didn't set eyes on my Aunty again that night until the next day. Her fellowship starts by 6pm and ends by 9pm, she gets home by past 10pm or there about.
I was saying my morning prayer very early the next morning, when she walked into my room, dragged me up and slapped me twice, "Are you crazy? Where do you think you are? So after the conversation we had, you still had the guts to talk to my husband about it. You know what? Fine. Pack up your things this minute, you are going back to the village, you ungrateful witch", she threw some money at me and told me it was my transport fare back to the village and she doesn't want to ever set eyes on me again. At that moment, I knew I had lost, she has finally broken me, I had no other choice than to give in to whatever evil desires she craves. I immediately knelt down and held her legs, "Aunty please, don't do this to me, I was crying when your husband walked in on me and made me tell him what the problem was. Don't throw me out like this, you are the only one I have. I will do whatever you say, please aunty", I kept crying and begging until she pulled me up and hugged me.
She apologised for slapping me and told me to clean my eyes and keep the money for myself, she kissed me on the lips and assured me my sister would join us soon, then she walked out.
I sat down on the bed, replaying what just happened in my head. I knelt down again and prayed to God to let His will be done in my life. 30 minutes later, she called me to get ready for church, that she doesn't want to be late. I quickly showered and was dressing up when she came in again, dressed and ready for church, she locked the door and said, "Nne, please I need to feel you a little before we go", she unzipped my gown and unhooked my bra, then turned me towards her...
To be continued.
As soon as the door closed behind her, I started crying heavily. I didn't know what to do, I thought of confiding in my best friend, but what could she do? She was only 15 years old. After crying profusely for an hour, I cleaned my eyes and went to prepare dinner. It wasn't long, when I heard my uncle drive into the compound, I stood staring at him through the kitchen window as he got out of his car and walked into the house and straight into the kitchen.
"Good evening, Uncle". I greeted him as he made his way to the fridge to get water, he drank a little and kept it back, before responding to my greeting, "Ehen, Amaka. How are you doing? Your eyes look swollen, have you been crying?" He asked, walking up to me, with his eyes fixed on mine. "No, am fine. I was just crying earlier because of my sister", I said. "What happened to her, hope she's okay? Tell me everything ". Then I started crying again, I was so emotional, that words failed me, I didn't know where to begin from and also knew I dared not tell him what his wife told me. I kept crying until he got closer to me, gave me a hug and used the kitchen towel lying close to the sink to wipe my tears. I felt so uncomfortable with the way he held me, I was also scared that my aunty could walk in and misinterprete the situation. As if he knew what I was thinking, he moved back and said, "Nne, I hate to see girls cry. It pierces my heart. You are like a sister to me, tell me what hurts you and I promise to make it go away, I need you to be happy for us".
I thought about what he said briefly, after which I opened up to him and told him everything, but I didn't mention that I had already discussed it with his wife. After I finished talking, he laughed and said, "Haba, is that why you have been moody lately? I notice everything in this house but I choose not to talk because your aunty is closer to you than I am. But anyways, worry not and wipe your tears, today is Saturday, I will make sure your sister gets here before Wednesday next week, okay? Cheer up and be your usual self, this is a minor issue", I couldn't believe my ears, it felt like I was dreaming, I ran to him and gave him a hug, then he left the kitchen. My joy knew no bounds, I danced the rest of the night till it was bed time. I didn't set eyes on my Aunty again that night until the next day. Her fellowship starts by 6pm and ends by 9pm, she gets home by past 10pm or there about.
I was saying my morning prayer very early the next morning, when she walked into my room, dragged me up and slapped me twice, "Are you crazy? Where do you think you are? So after the conversation we had, you still had the guts to talk to my husband about it. You know what? Fine. Pack up your things this minute, you are going back to the village, you ungrateful witch", she threw some money at me and told me it was my transport fare back to the village and she doesn't want to ever set eyes on me again. At that moment, I knew I had lost, she has finally broken me, I had no other choice than to give in to whatever evil desires she craves. I immediately knelt down and held her legs, "Aunty please, don't do this to me, I was crying when your husband walked in on me and made me tell him what the problem was. Don't throw me out like this, you are the only one I have. I will do whatever you say, please aunty", I kept crying and begging until she pulled me up and hugged me.
She apologised for slapping me and told me to clean my eyes and keep the money for myself, she kissed me on the lips and assured me my sister would join us soon, then she walked out.
I sat down on the bed, replaying what just happened in my head. I knelt down again and prayed to God to let His will be done in my life. 30 minutes later, she called me to get ready for church, that she doesn't want to be late. I quickly showered and was dressing up when she came in again, dressed and ready for church, she locked the door and said, "Nne, please I need to feel you a little before we go", she unzipped my gown and unhooked my bra, then turned me towards her...
To be continued.
BROKEN (EPISODE 3)
Broken. Episode 3!
After I pulled myself away from her, she got up and walked out of the bathroom. I sat there for a while, then I took my towel and covered myself, then stepped out of the bathroom and ran into my room. I quickly dressed up and went to the kitchen to fix lunch, shortly after, I heard her call out my name again, I ignored and pretended not to hear, she called the second time and I quietly closed the kitchen door and continued cooking. It wasn't long, when I felt the door to the kitchen open, and she walked in, "bia Amaka, didn't you hear me call your name?" She asked. "No aunty, the door was closed maybe that was why I didn't hear you, I am sorry", she continued, "it's okay, make sure you put your uncle's food in the food flask, I don't have the strength to cook for him in the night. Before I forget, when last did you see your period?"..."last month, aunty, I have not seen it this month" I replied. "It's okay. Hope you still have enough pads?" "Yes, I do" she said okay and walked out of the kitchen.
She didn't touch me again after that day and we both acted like it didn't even occur. I begged her to help me get in touch with my younger sister, I needed to know how she was fairing and two days later, I got the opportunity to speak to her, as soon as she heard my voice, she started crying, she told me how she was suffering over there, she hasn't started school yet and she eats only once a day and sleeps at midnight to wake up by 5am to prepare my aunt's kids for school, I was so heartbroken and so helpless, but I assured her that I would do everything possible to get her out of that house. Though, I had no idea how I was going to accomplish it. Everyday, I thought of my sister suffering, her heartbreaking voice when she was talking to me on the phone, I lost appetite and concentration in school, I became so moody that everyone around me noticed it, including my aunty and her husband. This continued, until one saturday evening.
I was crying profusely in my room, when my aunty walked in, I didn't notice her presence until she spoke, "Amaka, what's wrong with you lately and why are you crying? Don't tell me you are pregnant o" I quickly turned to face her, "no o, am not pregnant, am just worried about my younger sister, she's suffering so much in port Harcourt and there's nothing I can do to help her, that's why am crying" I replied. Then she said, "who told you there's nothing you can do? We live in a duplex, you have this room all to yourself, why not invite her to come live here with us and be happy, instead of this, am tired of seeing you in this mood". I couldn't believe my ears, I was shocked beyond words, I knelt down to thank her but she told me to get up, as she turned to leave the room, I realised I had no means to invite my sister over, what do I know?
"Aunty but there's a problem o. How do I get her over here and what am I going to tell Aunty Precious for her to let my sister go?" I asked, then she walked back into the room and sat on the bed, before replying me, "nne, sit down, let's talk" I did as I was told. Then she continued, "Getting your sister here and taking care of her is not a problem at all, I can help you achieve that in just two days, but that would cost you, are you ready and willing to pay the price?" She asked. I looked hard at her in confusion, "But aunty you know I don't have money, it's you and uncle that has been taking care of me, the only money I have is N8000 that I have saved up from my pocket money to school, where will..." she cuts me off, "Hahahahaha, you are just so innocent that's why I love you so much. I don't need money from you. Only accept to be mine and never resist me or speak about it to anyone. Let me have you, give me your virginity without struggle and that's all" she said.
I moved away from her and said, "no ooo. God forbid. I cannot allow you touch me down there am not ready yet, besides, you are a woman and am keeping myself for my husband. It's only a man I will allow down there not a woman, that's an abomination. Aunty do you even know what you are saying?" She laughed again and replied, "okay then. Since you say no, do not bring up the issue of your sister to me again. Let her continue to suffer in Port Harcourt. One day, she will die and her blood will be on your head, since you have the means to save her but you refused. Imagine keeping yourself for some stupid guy that doesn't deserve you. My dear, in this age and era, girls don't give guys their virginity anymore, they either allow fellow girl to break it or they break it by themselves, no man deserves a woman's virginity. Gone are those days. When you marry, you give him sex and that's all. Afterall, no man marries as a virgin. I want to go and prepare for fellowship. Make sure you prepare dinner before I get back, funny girl" then she walked out of my room...
To be continued.
After I pulled myself away from her, she got up and walked out of the bathroom. I sat there for a while, then I took my towel and covered myself, then stepped out of the bathroom and ran into my room. I quickly dressed up and went to the kitchen to fix lunch, shortly after, I heard her call out my name again, I ignored and pretended not to hear, she called the second time and I quietly closed the kitchen door and continued cooking. It wasn't long, when I felt the door to the kitchen open, and she walked in, "bia Amaka, didn't you hear me call your name?" She asked. "No aunty, the door was closed maybe that was why I didn't hear you, I am sorry", she continued, "it's okay, make sure you put your uncle's food in the food flask, I don't have the strength to cook for him in the night. Before I forget, when last did you see your period?"..."last month, aunty, I have not seen it this month" I replied. "It's okay. Hope you still have enough pads?" "Yes, I do" she said okay and walked out of the kitchen.
She didn't touch me again after that day and we both acted like it didn't even occur. I begged her to help me get in touch with my younger sister, I needed to know how she was fairing and two days later, I got the opportunity to speak to her, as soon as she heard my voice, she started crying, she told me how she was suffering over there, she hasn't started school yet and she eats only once a day and sleeps at midnight to wake up by 5am to prepare my aunt's kids for school, I was so heartbroken and so helpless, but I assured her that I would do everything possible to get her out of that house. Though, I had no idea how I was going to accomplish it. Everyday, I thought of my sister suffering, her heartbreaking voice when she was talking to me on the phone, I lost appetite and concentration in school, I became so moody that everyone around me noticed it, including my aunty and her husband. This continued, until one saturday evening.
I was crying profusely in my room, when my aunty walked in, I didn't notice her presence until she spoke, "Amaka, what's wrong with you lately and why are you crying? Don't tell me you are pregnant o" I quickly turned to face her, "no o, am not pregnant, am just worried about my younger sister, she's suffering so much in port Harcourt and there's nothing I can do to help her, that's why am crying" I replied. Then she said, "who told you there's nothing you can do? We live in a duplex, you have this room all to yourself, why not invite her to come live here with us and be happy, instead of this, am tired of seeing you in this mood". I couldn't believe my ears, I was shocked beyond words, I knelt down to thank her but she told me to get up, as she turned to leave the room, I realised I had no means to invite my sister over, what do I know?
"Aunty but there's a problem o. How do I get her over here and what am I going to tell Aunty Precious for her to let my sister go?" I asked, then she walked back into the room and sat on the bed, before replying me, "nne, sit down, let's talk" I did as I was told. Then she continued, "Getting your sister here and taking care of her is not a problem at all, I can help you achieve that in just two days, but that would cost you, are you ready and willing to pay the price?" She asked. I looked hard at her in confusion, "But aunty you know I don't have money, it's you and uncle that has been taking care of me, the only money I have is N8000 that I have saved up from my pocket money to school, where will..." she cuts me off, "Hahahahaha, you are just so innocent that's why I love you so much. I don't need money from you. Only accept to be mine and never resist me or speak about it to anyone. Let me have you, give me your virginity without struggle and that's all" she said.
I moved away from her and said, "no ooo. God forbid. I cannot allow you touch me down there am not ready yet, besides, you are a woman and am keeping myself for my husband. It's only a man I will allow down there not a woman, that's an abomination. Aunty do you even know what you are saying?" She laughed again and replied, "okay then. Since you say no, do not bring up the issue of your sister to me again. Let her continue to suffer in Port Harcourt. One day, she will die and her blood will be on your head, since you have the means to save her but you refused. Imagine keeping yourself for some stupid guy that doesn't deserve you. My dear, in this age and era, girls don't give guys their virginity anymore, they either allow fellow girl to break it or they break it by themselves, no man deserves a woman's virginity. Gone are those days. When you marry, you give him sex and that's all. Afterall, no man marries as a virgin. I want to go and prepare for fellowship. Make sure you prepare dinner before I get back, funny girl" then she walked out of my room...
To be continued.
BROKEN (PART 2)
Broken. Episode 2!
I was shocked beyond words as she put her mouth on my n*pples and began to suck it. I gathered strength and pushed her away, then covered my br*asts with my hands, "Aunty what are you doing? How can you be touching me this way and suck my breasts too? You are a woman and my dad's younger sister. I don't understand this o. Please, I want to go back to my room" I said to her and made to walk past her, but she blocked my path and pushed me to the wall, there was no space for me to escape from, then she spoke, "Amaka nne, this is not a new thing, people do it. I started mine when I was 14 years old and it's not bad. See, let me tell you, I am in love with you and I feel you so much, you give me sleepless nights, I want you to be mine. My baby, I will give you anything you want, just don't push me away, or don't you love me?" I kept quiet for a while, trying to understand her point, but it was so hard for me. "For God's sake you are my Aunty. We are same blood, loving me is normal just like I love you too. But we can't do this evil things, the Bible frowns at it, please, aunty "
She turned and locked the bathroom door and threw her neck back, laughing heavily, "Osino Bible frowns at it. Funny. Amaka don't be ungrateful, I gave you everything and ready to give you more. I put you in a school cost N150,000 per term, you wear expensive clothes at your age and you want to deprive me of this one thing I need from you. I could take away everything and make you miserable in this house. Life would be a living hell for you. Is that what you want?" I was speechless, I didn't know what to say. "Answer me, Amaka, is that what you want?" She repeated. "No Aunty" I replied.
She put down the toilet lid and sat on it, then told me to sit on her laps, I did. She held me so tight, like she was drawing strength from me. We sat like that for almost an hour, her breathing was heavy, then she turned my face towards hers and began to kiss me hungrily, after a while, she started massaging my br*asts, and put her mouth on it again, this time, she took time to suck both of them. She made me sit on the wc and knelt down in front of me and did the unthinkable to my br*asts. I just kept staring at her, wishing it was all a dream. The next thing I heard was, "baby, you are so sweet. I fell in love with you two years ago when I got back from camp and since then, I prayed silently for you to be mine and here we are" she said and went back to sucking my br*asts. I felt so irritated and wished I could stand up to her but I was completely helpless. When she started moaning, I couldn't bear looking at her again, I closed my eyes and thought about my mum and dad, if they were still alive, I wouldn't be in this mess.
How could my Aunty, my dad's youngest sister be this evil? What if her husband finds out? In that moment, my younger sister came to my mind, the thought of her going through same thing, drove me crazy. So I made up my mind to find out, but didn't know how yet. I opened my eyes and looked at my Aunty, still sucking, her eyes were closed and my nipples were already very sore that I had to speak out, "Aunty it's paining and am also very hungry" I said, as I tried to pull away from her...
To be continued.🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀
I was shocked beyond words as she put her mouth on my n*pples and began to suck it. I gathered strength and pushed her away, then covered my br*asts with my hands, "Aunty what are you doing? How can you be touching me this way and suck my breasts too? You are a woman and my dad's younger sister. I don't understand this o. Please, I want to go back to my room" I said to her and made to walk past her, but she blocked my path and pushed me to the wall, there was no space for me to escape from, then she spoke, "Amaka nne, this is not a new thing, people do it. I started mine when I was 14 years old and it's not bad. See, let me tell you, I am in love with you and I feel you so much, you give me sleepless nights, I want you to be mine. My baby, I will give you anything you want, just don't push me away, or don't you love me?" I kept quiet for a while, trying to understand her point, but it was so hard for me. "For God's sake you are my Aunty. We are same blood, loving me is normal just like I love you too. But we can't do this evil things, the Bible frowns at it, please, aunty "
She turned and locked the bathroom door and threw her neck back, laughing heavily, "Osino Bible frowns at it. Funny. Amaka don't be ungrateful, I gave you everything and ready to give you more. I put you in a school cost N150,000 per term, you wear expensive clothes at your age and you want to deprive me of this one thing I need from you. I could take away everything and make you miserable in this house. Life would be a living hell for you. Is that what you want?" I was speechless, I didn't know what to say. "Answer me, Amaka, is that what you want?" She repeated. "No Aunty" I replied.
She put down the toilet lid and sat on it, then told me to sit on her laps, I did. She held me so tight, like she was drawing strength from me. We sat like that for almost an hour, her breathing was heavy, then she turned my face towards hers and began to kiss me hungrily, after a while, she started massaging my br*asts, and put her mouth on it again, this time, she took time to suck both of them. She made me sit on the wc and knelt down in front of me and did the unthinkable to my br*asts. I just kept staring at her, wishing it was all a dream. The next thing I heard was, "baby, you are so sweet. I fell in love with you two years ago when I got back from camp and since then, I prayed silently for you to be mine and here we are" she said and went back to sucking my br*asts. I felt so irritated and wished I could stand up to her but I was completely helpless. When she started moaning, I couldn't bear looking at her again, I closed my eyes and thought about my mum and dad, if they were still alive, I wouldn't be in this mess.
How could my Aunty, my dad's youngest sister be this evil? What if her husband finds out? In that moment, my younger sister came to my mind, the thought of her going through same thing, drove me crazy. So I made up my mind to find out, but didn't know how yet. I opened my eyes and looked at my Aunty, still sucking, her eyes were closed and my nipples were already very sore that I had to speak out, "Aunty it's paining and am also very hungry" I said, as I tried to pull away from her...
To be continued.🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀🚶🏻♀
BROKEN
Episode 1!
My name is Amaka , I am 25years old and am a prostitute.
I have been a prostitute for the past 6years Now, please follow up, as I bring u the story of my life and how my journey into prostitution started
I come from a family of 4, 2 girls and 2boys and am the first child. I was 16 years old when I lost my parents in an accident along owerri road few years ago.
It was a very hot afternoon in school, when my class teacher pulled me out of the class that my uncle needed to see me. When I got out and approached my uncle, his eyes were bloodshot, like someone that has been crying. He held me by the hand and broke the bad news to me. At first, I didnt understand him, I stood staring at him for a while, before the whole thing dawned on me. I would never set eyes on my parents again. I thought about my siblings, I knew the worse awaits us.
Few weeks later, the burial was done and my uncles and aunties gathered to decide on how to share us among themselves. After much arguments, it was finally decided that my 2 younger brothers goes to live with my mum's eldest brother in Aba, while my younger sister moves to Port Harcourt to live with my mum's cousin. The next day, I moved to Lagos and started living with my dad's newly married youngest sister, she was 25 years old at that time. I was welcomed with love. They made me feel so at home, bought new clothes for me and enrolled me into one of the best private schools in that area. Life was fun for me, I didn't lack anything and in no time, my sorrow was forgotten. Little did I know that all the goodies and better life I was enjoying, came with a very big price.
On the 7th month of living with them, I had just gotten back from school and was about to shower, when my aunty called me, so I ran out of the bathroom with my towel tied, and went into her room;
"Good afternoon aunty"
"Afternoon. How was school today?
"Fine, aunty"
" Good. I called you in here because I want to bath you myself. I noticed you don't wash your body properly and you are developing serious body odour"
I couldn't believe my ears. I laughed so hard and replied, "haba aunty. Am no longer a child for you to bath me. Okay, I will properly wash my body and you..."
She cuts in, "madam, get into the bathroom this minute and drop that towel" before I could reply again, she got up from the bed and half dragged me into the bathroom, "see this girl o. What are you hiding? Don't tell me these small boys have started touching you".
After fruitlessly dragging with her, I let go and we both walked into the bathroom. She started washing me with her soap and sponge, after a while, her breathing changed and she started acting funny. Her hands lingered on my breasts, then she began squeezing my nipples, I got confused, I didn't know what to do. I kept staring at her half closed eyes. Nobody has touched me that way before. I was only 16. She poured water on me and moved closer, then put her mouth on my nipple...
To be continued.
My name is Amaka , I am 25years old and am a prostitute.
I have been a prostitute for the past 6years Now, please follow up, as I bring u the story of my life and how my journey into prostitution started
I come from a family of 4, 2 girls and 2boys and am the first child. I was 16 years old when I lost my parents in an accident along owerri road few years ago.
It was a very hot afternoon in school, when my class teacher pulled me out of the class that my uncle needed to see me. When I got out and approached my uncle, his eyes were bloodshot, like someone that has been crying. He held me by the hand and broke the bad news to me. At first, I didnt understand him, I stood staring at him for a while, before the whole thing dawned on me. I would never set eyes on my parents again. I thought about my siblings, I knew the worse awaits us.
Few weeks later, the burial was done and my uncles and aunties gathered to decide on how to share us among themselves. After much arguments, it was finally decided that my 2 younger brothers goes to live with my mum's eldest brother in Aba, while my younger sister moves to Port Harcourt to live with my mum's cousin. The next day, I moved to Lagos and started living with my dad's newly married youngest sister, she was 25 years old at that time. I was welcomed with love. They made me feel so at home, bought new clothes for me and enrolled me into one of the best private schools in that area. Life was fun for me, I didn't lack anything and in no time, my sorrow was forgotten. Little did I know that all the goodies and better life I was enjoying, came with a very big price.
On the 7th month of living with them, I had just gotten back from school and was about to shower, when my aunty called me, so I ran out of the bathroom with my towel tied, and went into her room;
"Good afternoon aunty"
"Afternoon. How was school today?
"Fine, aunty"
" Good. I called you in here because I want to bath you myself. I noticed you don't wash your body properly and you are developing serious body odour"
I couldn't believe my ears. I laughed so hard and replied, "haba aunty. Am no longer a child for you to bath me. Okay, I will properly wash my body and you..."
She cuts in, "madam, get into the bathroom this minute and drop that towel" before I could reply again, she got up from the bed and half dragged me into the bathroom, "see this girl o. What are you hiding? Don't tell me these small boys have started touching you".
After fruitlessly dragging with her, I let go and we both walked into the bathroom. She started washing me with her soap and sponge, after a while, her breathing changed and she started acting funny. Her hands lingered on my breasts, then she began squeezing my nipples, I got confused, I didn't know what to do. I kept staring at her half closed eyes. Nobody has touched me that way before. I was only 16. She poured water on me and moved closer, then put her mouth on my nipple...
To be continued.
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