Little Lucy - S02 E16

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Little Lucy - S02 E16

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 16

Dinner was pizza. Charlotte had ordered two boxes. She had hers and had left the house for a date with George.

Before she left, we had sat opposite each other in the dinning table eating in silence. I was inclined to ask why she looked frightened of her sister but I decided against it.

She was recovering from her first shock. There was no need getting her all worked up.

” Isn’t she coming down for dinner?” Charlotte had asked.

I shooked my head. ” She says she only wants to rest.”

I waited for her to say more. I was certain in my bones she had eavesdropped on my conversation with Collette. It was uncanny to eat before her, knowing she knew Collette and I had done some sh!tty stuffs to each other at school.

But Charlotte said nothing more. She continued eating until she announced she was leaving for a party with her boyfriend, George.

It was twenty minutes past eight when Charlotte left in her Range Rover. I heard the car took up speed, racing away into the highway.

I was home alone.

Charlotte was gone and I’m all home alone.

I swallowed. What a creepy setup this was. It was just like a Facebook story:

HOME ALONE WITH MY STEPSISTER!!!

I was home alone with Collette; no Charlotte, no step dad, no mom….just me and Collette.

She’d be upstairs, in my room; lying on my own bed.

Shaking my head, I tried to keep my mind off her but it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. She was in my blood like a virus. I can’t stop thinking about her.

Keep it together, Lucy. You’re meant to be with Damian not working your brain out over your own sister.

I bite my lips hard.

Sisters.

Collette’s word’s rang in my ears again:

••••you and I can’t happen anymore. Sisters are not meant to have anything intimate to do with each other. Whatever we might’ve had together back at school, ends in school. We’re sisters, we’re going to live like one••••

After all we’ve shared, she’s calling it quit?!

I can’t take this anymore. It hurts…it really hurts.

Picking up the television remote control, I settled down on the sofa and switched on to CHANNELS NEWS.

Maybe if I watched a boring news cast, I’d feel a little better.

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At twelve twenty-five am Wednesday, Vintage night club, Garfield Rotimi; hardened killer, drug lord and armed robber was found dead by the states police department. He was shot, having two braze wounds to the head and slaughtered thereafter with a knife.

Captain Morgan of police said the murder of Garfield Rotimi appeared to be a Mafian job.

In other news, multi billionaire and businessman, Tega secured one clean victory this year as he dismissed a sole charge brought against him over the alleged Killing of Garfield Rotimi at Vintage night club last week. The case was dismissed due to insufficient evidence.

The murder of Garfield Rotimi has led many to believe the mafias do live secretly amongst us, here in Africa, Nigeria.

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I switched off the television and dropped the remote on my lap. Mafias in Africa? Isn’t that the craziest thing ever said in national television?

I tried to imagine a situation where the mafias in America, Australia, Italy establish a branch here.

Then I remembered Collette upstairs and my heart quickened.

It was bedtime.

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Collette was lying on the bed in my pink nighties. I stood in the doorway, admiring her.

She had asked if she could borrow my nighties earlier this evening and I had agreed.

It was surprising to see how lovely she looked in that dress. The pink night wear transformed her into some sort of goddess of love as she laid on my bed, sleeping like an infant.

Sisters, right?

That’s what she called us—Sisters.

I took off my clothes and hurriedly got into my spare nighties. Taking my time so I won’t disturb her sleep, I pulled down the sheet covers and laid down beside her.

Collette didn’t stir from her sleep.

I laid my head on the pillow and watched her closely. Her lips, her eyes, her face, her silky dark hair.

Turning away, I ran my hands over my face.

HOME ALONE WITH MY STEP SISTER indeed.

Why can’t I stop acting crazy over this girl? She’s cast a spell on me Soo strong even though we were sisters, it still looks difficult to resist her.

This wasn’t the plan.

Charlotte wanted me to get a boyfriend. I found Damian all right but now Collette is back into my life and I’m in a mess.

I chose d!ck but why can’t I resist this p*ssy?

As I struggled with my hormones, I caught sight of the brown paper back novel Collette had brought with her.

The novel laid on the pillow she placed her head on. I remembered Collette mentioning something about the author receiving an award tomorrow and how she was very much going to witness the event.

Curiosity got me and I took the book and switched on my bedside lamp.

THE PRIEST.

I studied the title of the novel closely.

THE PRIEST.

It took me ten minutes to flicker through the pages, uninterested with the contents of the novel. I wondered what was Soo special about this novel that’d make Collette travel all the way to Lagos to witness some award.

I dropped the novel back where I saw it and checked the time. It was a quarter to nine.

Returning my eyes back to Collette, I gazed at her lips and breath in heavily. I couldn’t help myself and I leaned forward to crush my lips on hers.

But the moment, my mouth came closer to hers, her eyes flared opened.

” What is it?”

I jumped back in shock. So she really was awake all these time!

” I… I….well…”

She watched me from the pillow as I stammered away. Then she stood up, taking her pillow with her.

” Perhaps it’d be better if you have the bed to yourself, Lucy,” she said softly as she wore my Rabbit slippers and opened the bedroom door. ” I don’t want us doing anything funny tonight.”

I pursed my lips, unable to speak. At last I opened my mouth. ” I’m sorry, Collette. I have no idea what got into me.”

She lowered her eyelids. ” I understand, Lucy. It’s hard for me too. That’s alright, Go to bed. You have a big day tomorrow.”

” Where are you going to sleep?” I asked, my eyes watchful as she headed outside the door.

” The living room.”

” But—”

” It’s alright,” her eyes hardened. ” I’ll be comfortable. Goodnight, Lucy.”

And she shut the door, leaving me alone in the dark.

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•••••AUTHORS POV•••••

Charlotte stepped out of the booming clubhouse heavily leaning on George. She held a bottle of whiskey on her left hand while her free hand clutched on her boyfriend for support.

George laughed in line with Charlotte as they both staggered towards the parking lot.

Anyone passing by could tell this two lovers were as drunk as a fish.

” Where’s your car, baby?” George asked, looking around foolishly.

Brushing a strand of her dreadlocks over her ears, Charlotte searched around the parking lot with her eyes.

” Fvck, I can’t remember where I parked it.”

” Hell!” George swore under his breath. ” How can you not remember where your car is?”

Charlotte laughed. ” Sorry, baby. I guess I’ve been taking too much whisky. I’m tipsy.”

George smiled at her red face. ” Tipsy eh? Come on, let’s go find your car. You’re Soo drunk if I let go off you, the ground is gonna crumble with your weight.”

Charlotte laughed again. ” Alright darling but please be gentle with me. You’re moving too fast.”

And the two lovers walked around the parking lot until finally, they laid sight of Charlotte’s car. It was parked bombard to bombard with other cars in the middle of the parking lot.

” Don’t tell me you forgot the keys too,” George teased.

” Check my dreads,” she pointed to her head. ” I always hang my keys over my dreads.”

George checked and saw the keys dangling off the back of Charlotte’s ear.

In a couple of minutes, the two lovers were laughing inside the car sharing Charlotte’s whisky and cracking jokes.

” What’s the time, darling?” Charlotte asked suddenly.

Peering his eyes at the dashboard, George read the time. ” 3:30 am. Isn’t it about time we head home?”

” Nah,” Charlotte scoffed. ” My folks are in Paris. I’m spending the night with you.”

George chuckled, fishing out a packet of cigarette from his pocket. He lit one and blew smoke. ” I’m glad you are.”

Charlotte stared at him for a while that made George uncomfortable. He returned the stare.

” What is it?”

” You know,” Charlotte said sharply. ” I just don’t get it why some girls would prefer a p*ssy over a d!ck.”

“Umm…” George looked stunned. ” Where is that even coming from?”

Taking a long gulp from her whiskey, Charlotte stared outside the window. ” I don’t know, baby. I just find it disgusting seeing two girls falling in love with each other.”

George was still confused but he lifted his shoulder and continued smoking.

” Baby.”

George grunted. ” What is it?”

Charlotte was still staring outside her window. ” What’d you do if you discover your junior brother was gay?”

George blew more smoke in the air. ” Gay, huh?”

” That’s what I said.”

George laughed. ” He dare not. I’ll rather kill him than watch him go homo.”

Charlotte drank from her whiskey and laughed foolishly again. ” You’re not serious.”

” But I am,” he gritted his teeth. ” He wouldn’t even think about it. Trust me, I’ll kill him.”

Charlotte took note of this but said nothing.

She then turned around to look her boyfriend over. George’s shirt was buttoned down to reveal his beefy hairy chest.

It was dark in the parking lot with no one around. The only source of light came from the red butt of George’s cigarette.

Charlotte moved her hand over to George’s chest and caressed the hairs.

George stared down at her. ” What are you up to now, Chole?”

Charlotte was smiling up at him. ” What does it look like I’m doing?”

George watched as her hand travelled down to his trousers and unbuckled his belt.

He winced. ” Charlotte, were in public.”

” Nonsense,” she dropped the whiskey aside. ” I want you to touch me. No one’s around. It’s just the two of us.”

George flickered the cigarette outside the car through the window. ” You’re one crazy b!tch, you know that. The last time we did this, it was in a public bathroom.”

” So?” Collette leaned over and took over his mouth in hers. ” I want you now. Even if we’re in my house, you’d still do it in my bedroom.”

George opened his mouth against her. She was drunk but it’s alright. She was always like this. The best thing to do at the moment was to flow Along with her mood.

Besides, she had already gotten him into the mood already.

Leaning forward at her, he ran his hand over her laps, his mouth moving in line with Charlotte’s kiss.

” No time for foreplay baby,” Charlotte said in his mouth. ” Take me now. I’m already wet for you.”

George broke his kiss and searched his pockets. ” Damnit, I forgot my condoms.”

” Don’t worry,” Charlotte hustled his trousers down. ” I’m on my safe day. Move inside me, darling.”

George obeyed. He brought out his throbbing c--k, hard and long. Charlotte spread her legs, pulling off her pants as she raised her skirt high up above her hips.

She was opened and ready to receive her lover. George spat on his fingers and rubbed her wet c--t. He was surprised how wet she was already. She must’ve been h---y all these while.

He hadn’t had a p*ssy in like two days. Tonight he was getting it hot and ready.

Rubbing the red cap of his c--k against Charlotte’s c--t, he leaned over again for a kiss.

The two lovers frenched kissed their way for the next few minutes until George’s hips was rocking in and out of Charlotte’s hips.

Charlotte clutched hold of the head seat and placed the other hand on the window, breathing faster as George increased his pace.

” Yes, baby,” she bite her lips, smiling. ” ” Yes…give it to me.”

George’s mouth opened in pleasure. Her c--t was dragging him in that he couldn’t stop.

He went faster and faster.

” Harder,” Charlotte cried. ” Go deeper.”

George went berserk. He grabbed her hair and rammed harder inside her.

Charlotte had to bite her lips harder to stop herself from moaning out Soo Loudly.

” Baby, I’m….I’m coming,” George cried, breathing heavily.

Charlotte shocked her head. ” No…not now. Hold it a little longer.”

George obeyed. He rammed his hips harder inside her, hitting her all the way inside the walls of her c--t until her eyes were rolling inside her eyes.

” God! And Lucy chose pssy over this?” Charlotte thought. ” She has no idea what it feels like to be loved by a man. Pssy over d!ck? Disgusting.”

” Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yessssss!” Charlotte laughed, moaning out loud. ” Do it, baby. Do it!”

” Do what?”

” C-m…c-m inside me,” she buried her finger nails inside the back of his shoulders. ” Please, baby.”

George went off in a mad rush, slamming against her c--t Soo good she could feel his C--k Hitting her g-spot

Suddenly George let out a loud groan and he came.

Something like a hot liquid gushed inside her and she cried as she climaxed in time with him.

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” I want to take you out for lunch,” Damian said the next morning as we watered his garden.

I held the hose over a bed of roses and watered them. ” You and I… Lunch?”

Damian nodded, not looking at me. ” And maybe, if you like, we can go see a movie.”

I thought about Collette, upstairs probably watching us. ” I don’t think my sisters will allow it, Damian.”

But isn’t this the moment I have been waiting for? Isn’t this the time I’m supposed to take advantage of this offer and confess to this dude and make him my boyfriend?

Charlotte would be happy to give me a go-ahead order but what about Collette?

” I can ask Charlotte for permission,” Damian said. ” It’s just lunch and a movie, nothing much.”

But it was more than that to me. I turned to him and my thoughts went wild in my head:

Like seriously Dude, I’m supposed to confess to you but now the girl I love Soo much is back and I’m confused because she’s my sister and I can’t do a thing with her and Charlotte is on my neck to get a boyfriend and now choosing between a d!ck and a p*ssy is wearing me out.

” Can’t we have lunch at your house instead?” I asked.

He wrinkled his nose. ” My parents would be back by noon. I don’t want them getting the wrong ideas over having lunch with a girl in their house.”

” Does that means….” I paused. ” You’re asking me out on a date?”

Damian laughed. ” It’s not a date, lil Lucy. I just want us to go out, grab lunch, watch a really good movie and be back home before evening.”

” And you don’t call that a date?”

” What’s the matter with you?” He poked me on the shoulder. ” So I can’t take my bestie out?”

I screwed my face in a funny look. ” Since when did we ever become besties?”

He sprayed water on my clothes. ” Since you and I had a water fight.”

We began playing in our silly water battle game. I ended up agreeing to meet him before eleven for our “bestie date”

Bestie date?!

I wondered what Charlotte had to say about this.

But more importantly, I wondered what Collette thought about going out with a boy.

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To Be Continued….