Living with my Grandma - S01 E06

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Living with my Grandma - S01 E06

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

Fair Warning: This episode contains explicit content and it’s rated

Two female college students (boarding school) were supposed to be in class but they were behind closed doors smooching each other without clothes. I was going to exit the movie and head towards the kitchen, but it was my first time seeing girls engage in sex.

My eyes were glued to my screen as these two white folks explored each other. I have heard about girls having feelings for each other but I never really saw them in action.

[An Excerpt]

The following day, Darlington came to me and started apologizing for the previous night. In his words, he was very sorry about what happened last night. He said he never intended for such to happen between us. I was just staring at him. I knew he was just fulfilling all righteousness. I didn’t say anything to him.

Darlington thought I was mad at him, so he left me to be alone in my room. Deep down, I mean deep inside of me, I didn’t feel remorseful about our deed. You would probably say I’m shameless right? Please, don’t nail me to the cross yet. Don’t be quick to condemn me.

Then, I was just a young girl who was driven by sex. Meska and I had been in a sexual relationship for a year and months—and which probably made me a sex freak and unable to control my sexual urge. Before Meska came into the picture, I had always dreaded Darlington. But that night, there was no will to resist him. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. At least to replace Meska’s unannounced disappearance. And that night with Darlington made me feel differently. He was all muscle and lasted more than Meska. Yes, he did.

I should probably be feeling bad for the incest with my cousin but there I was, comparing his sex prowess to that of Meska. Crazy right? Don’t feel disgusted by my action, I was obsessed with sex. Maybe my fault and maybe not.

Later in the day, Darlington and I got talking in the sitting room. He was sharing his horrible experience as a final year student at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. His project, seminars, and all that talks that I barely comprehend. As a secondary school leaver, all of those things sounded strange.

Amid our conversation, one thing led to another, and we started comparing which school was better between his school, UNN and Unizik, my dream school. Don’t think it was because of Meska. That had been my dream school since time immemorial.

Darlington said Unizik lived on past treasure and barely offer admission without connection. He added it was only but a glorified secondary school. He advised me to go for UNN instead. He said a lot of things that were good enough to discourage me from going to my dream school. I wasn’t moved by his long epistle still.

I was beginning to enjoy Darlington’s company, unlike the days he visited and I had nothing to talk about with me. He was rational and had a good sense of humor, too. He studied Pharmacy.

“Hope you have quit smoking. You know smokers are liable to die young?” I jokingly teased him.

“Hahaha,” he giggled.

“What’s funny? Isn’t that what they said?”

“Abeg leave that thing. Person wey go die go die.”

We laughed broadly.

Grandma later joined us in the living room. She earlier overhead our disagreement on which school was promising between UNN and Unizik. Grandma said both institutions are presently living on past glory or perhaps recognition, unlike the days they were exceptional. She went on to tell us how she wasn’t privileged to further her studies at the University because her parents had not enough money then.

According to her, she was passionate but there were no funds to make her dreams come true. She also told us she used to be a writer, getting up in the middle of the night to write on her the typewriter when she couldn’t sleep.

Grandma told us how she met my grandfather of blessed memories. Darlington and I paid rapt attention as grandma narrated the stories of her early life, married to my grandfather, and all the antics of her six children, including my father. All their efforts to birth a baby girl resulted in six boys and that was when they closed birth chapter.

She went ahead to share how selective I was when I was still a baby. Nobody else could carry me except her and my mother. She said everyone else irritated me and that really stressed my mother while she was nursing me. Darlington turned and gave me a friendly punch on my shoulder. “Cry cry baby,” he added with a smile. I just smirked.

Sometimes, I wish I wrote down or perhaps recorded some of those conversations with grandma because I would love to go back and hear how all those stories sounded at this time of my life again. I will always cherish the many wonderful stories my grandma shared on this day.

I might probably bore you if I go on to narrate them, so I’m leaving that for another day.

Later in the evening, grandma and Darlington visited one of our farms, not so distance away from our house. It was about twenty-five minutes walk from our gate.

It was one of the lands my grandfather inherited from his father. Grandma had done what they call shifting cultivation on the land the previous year. I’m sure you understand what shifting cultivation means right? Yes, you should. You all did Agricultural science in primary school.

Winks.

When grandma and Darlington left with only a machete, it was probably around 4:30 pm. I didn’t go with them because I was to prepare dinner that evening, and you know grandma ate dinner around 6:30 pm.

I went inside my room, slump tiredly on the bed while I scrolled through my news feed on Facebook. It’s been a long time since I logged into that blue app. It was probably one of the boring apps on my phone. While I was on it, I remembered I had collected some American movies from Darlington earlier in the day. I dumped Facebook and quickly searched through my folder.

Don’t think I have forgotten Meska. No, I haven’t forgotten my guy. I was just helpless. There was nothing else I could do to reach my guy. How do you react to a problem only your thoughts cannot change?

I started with one of the movies whose title caught my attention. The first two scenes involved teenage sex. I didn’t seem to like it. I stopped the movie and searched for another. I found one with a captivating title, I clicked play and adjusted on the bed. After what seemed like an action movie, boom, a sex scene popped up again. Subconsciously, my head was gradually getting filled with sexual thoughts. I had sex cravings.

Out of curiosity, I decided to check out what the remaining movies looked like. Mehnn, they were all filled with sex scenes. The last one I clicked on seemed to be the most uncensored among all.

My eyes were glued to my screen as these two white folks explored each other. I have heard about girls having feelings for each other but I never really saw them in action.

As I lay on my bed, I felt some sensation down my genitals. My eyes were still stuck on my screen. One of the girls was on top of the other. She rubbed and pulled her toes with oil, pressing her feet. She went over her calves and then thighs. She rubbed the oil all over her body. When she relaxed, she touched her through her panties. She lazily spreads her legs, letting her rub her down there.

I put my hands in my pants and gradually touched myself, my warm fingers running my folds, and that got me aroused. Voices were saying this and that in my head; one was louder: “Stop it and leave the room.” But the pressure down my panties was much that I couldn’t stop watching, just as the college girl did it to her partner in the movie. I was following her movements and badly wished I was the other girl who laid on her back getting those touches down there.

The more I watched, the more I get electrified by pleasurable pains from my fingers. It was a three minutes scene but I restarted it as if it was about to fade away. The moans from the other girl sent some shivers down my spine. There I was in the act—pleasuring myself with my eyes closed.

When she groaned louder, I slowly opened my eyes to peep, I got stunned at the sight of my cousin, Darlington. He stood shocked at the door. He didn’t utter a word. I didn’t even realize it when he walked in. I quickly removed my hands from my pants and sat upright. I was so ashamed of myself. I was confused, lost on what to say or how to react.

I was equally scared he would yell and condemn me. I haven’t even started preparing dinner. It was probably a few minutes after five.

Darlington was just staring at me. He gave me that disappointing look and I couldn’t maintain eye contact with him. I averted my eyes. I stared unblinking at the tiled floor. He left the door and walked in.