I knew her when we attended the same secondary school at Ilogbo, a suburb of Lagos. She was in JSS 3 when I was in SS3. I think they lived about three streets away from our street. But, we often met at a commercial water tap somewhere in the neighbourhood. She’s really good looking with well shaped pair of boobs standing like mounds on her chest and a most seductively built backside. This, coupled with the frequency of our meeting at the tap, was how I developed affection for her. At first, I just wanted to flex with her, but soon I was deeply in affection.
I think what actually happened was what the sages say: ‘when you withhold something from a dog, it attracts it more than if you gave it to it’. All I did to fuck Amina was abortive. I really overreached myself trying to win her love. Then, eventually, I proposed to her only to be rebuffed. I really had many occasions to wonder what I was getting wrong. But my consolation came from the fact that no other guy (at least none that I knew) was going out with her. Eventually, I concluded that she was only practicing religious (Islamic) discipline. Yet, she was not the type that goes about in hijab. She even wears jeans and wears modern hair-do. That’s by the way.
The summary of it all is that, after all attempts to tie the nuptial rope with her failed, I shifted my attention to her sister who bears a close resemblance to her, though not quite as pretty as her. When I was offered a job with a brewery in Ikeja Lagos, I was able to develop a piece of land I had in the Ojo area, bought a car and became serious about marrying Jumoke, Amina’s sister. So, a closeness developed between me and their family. Once in a while, you could see me in their house. And they too, visit me.
So, last Thursday, I was preparing to go to work when Amina came around with one of her friends whom I didn’t know. She introduced her as Clara who lives at Gowon Estate. Well, I didn’t care much since my mind was on how to bit the traffic for the day. Soon, I was ready to go, and Amina begged me to let her stay around with her friend because she didn’t want to be distracted in their house. Moreover she offered to do the dishes and clean the compound for me. As for me, she didn’t need to make those explanations and offers, after all, she’s my sister-in-law. So, I left the two hotties and drove away. I only locked my bed room though.
When I got to the Badagry Expressway, the traffic gridlock was something else. It was reported that a petrol tanker driver was having an issue with LASTMA officials which led to having his tires deflated. I don’t know exactly what the problem was any way, but I eventually had to return home. So, when I had the opportunity, I just drove into the return lane, made a U-turn and went back home. When I came to the gate, I spent up to 3 minutes blaring the horn. I called Amina on phone but her phone was switched off. When no response came, I alighted and knocked on the gate. At long last, Amina came and opened the gate and she was sweating! But, I didn’t actually realize this then. Later events would make me realize it.
When I pulled up at the garage and came out, I saw a very uncanny guilty look on Clara’s face. I immediately realized what was happening but I pretended not to know by teasing them. ‘Two of you can sleep oh’ I said smiling. Amina smiled back and said, ‘it’s because I studied throughout the night.’ She asked why I came back but I also lied. ‘It’s like I’m having malaria. Just want to have some rest’.
So, I went into the bed room and pretended to be sleeping. After about one hour, I began to hear smacking sounds like the one you hear in a deeply ecstatic kissing session. I allowed this to go on for about 20 minutes before I got up most silently and tip-toed to the sitting room. But the sound was coming from outside. So, I tip-toed outside and there they were on one of my sit-out chairs on the lawn. There, eyes were closed and Clara was sucking Amina's breast while her left forefinger was buried deeply in her pussy. Amina’s left hand was robbing Clara’s back while also tickling her hair, and she was shrieking ‘a-a-a-ahhhhh!!!’
If you ever saw Clara on the street and anyone told you she could even think of such a thing, you could swear on her behalf judging from her nun-like innocent looks. But here she was sucking a fellow girl’s boobs with unimaginable gusto. My shock knew no bounds, but I just managed to take a snap shot of them using my Samsung Galaxy. It was when I took the picture that Amina opened her eyes and noticed my presence. Meanwhile, I was already there for close to 3 minutes.
The two lovers immediately roused up. Clara returned to her guilty looks. Amina looked sullen for some time. Then, she came inside the living room where I had gone back and sat down pondering the matter (now dressed up). ‘Broda, I’m really sorry’ she said, ‘it’s the Devil that made us do it. I promise never to do it again’. I remained silent. She went outside. After about 5 minutes she came back, ‘Please Broda, please don’t tell anyone this’ she said. ‘I promise to do anything you want me to do if only you will not tell. Please’. As she said this, she came and sat close to me, revealing her ties and looking into my face.
I knew she discussed the situation with Clara who probably suggested that Amina offers to bribe me with sex. I imagined Amina must have told Clara how I had tried to woo her and she thought bribing me with sex would be a good idea. I was tempted to use the opportunity to have a two-some for the first time in my life with two willing goddesses. But my honor wouldn’t let me. Indeed, my prick wouldn’t rise as a result of the shock I had. I couldn’t bring myself to accept sex as bribe and, certainly not with someone I call my sister-in-law.
