[STORY] DIARY OF A PASTOR’S SON (Episode 07)

Episode 07.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of my family leaving. I embraced them in turn except for Agatha who was already outside the room.
“Femi, take good care of yourself and be a good boy,” my father said in his deep voice. I simply nodded my head in affirmation of what he said. My Aunt, Biola, Aramide, and I followed behind as we saw them off.

My mom and her sister had always been very close to each other. She hugged my Aunt and then said, “Don’t hesitate to alert me if Femi gives you any trouble, and don’t waste time smacking him if he acts up. You have my permission.” We just laughed over it. “I will,” my Aunt replied in Yoruba. We followed them until we got to the major street where my father waved down a cab. “Don’t forget to be prayerful my dear. Pray in the morning, afternoon, and nights.” Of course, you should know who the speaker was. It was my father, he was advising my Aunt to be prayerful.

Biola, my Aunt, Aramide, and I stood and watched as they all entered the cab. I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When finally we got back home, Biola spent most of the time cleaning around the house. My Aunt was indoors, mainly. She was always there with her three years old son, Segun. I was inside the bedroom, the deceased room. Aramide joined Biola in the house chores.
Later around 10 am, we had breakfast after which I returned to the room and got busy with my phone.

***

The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the daily routine. Surprisingly my Aunt knew as much as if not more than my father about tending the farm. Biola and I found ourselves following her lead most of the time we went to the farm.
As the day went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around Biola. And slowly I began to grow more and more fond of Biola and she did notice we were getting closer by the day.
My father called my Aunt daily just to check up on her. The only day he called me was the day they left Ibadan. Bukola on the other hand was ignoring my WhatsApp messages. She was still angry I refused to pick up her calls that day, and I was unable to return her calls that same day. She refused to pick up my calls the following day and onwards.

The next day I noticed I had no clothes in my small bag again. I have worn all that I came with. I stayed in the bedroom wondering what to do.
“Femi, what would you like to eat for breakfast?” Biola yelled from the kitchen.
“I’ll be fine with anything you prepare,” I replied.
After a few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready.”
“Okay, I’m coming,” I answered.
Meanwhile, I had no clothes to put on except my boxers. And I couldn’t stand repeating my dirty clothes. I’d have to wash them before putting them on again. I searched the room for possible clothes to put on but I was only scared of wearing the deceased clothes which were hung in the wardrobe. I don’t know if was cool wearing dead folk’s clothes, so I couldn’t wear the one I thought to be my size.
So I left the room wearing just my boxers. My morning wood was gone and I was glad. The thought of going to the kitchen with only my boxers with my erected manhood was quite frightening.

Aramide and Segun had gone to school. My Aunt as usual was in her room. It had always been her safer place since after the funeral. Sometimes she still broke into tears and cried. She’d call her husband by his name—and other days, she would keep talking to herself. I really felt for my Aunt then. It was never easy on her; losing a loved one could be very devastating.
“Femi, what happened? No clothes again?” Asked Biola when she sighted me coming towards the kitchen.
“Umm, my clothes are dirty. I need to wash them or probably get new ones,” I replied while my left hand desperately tried to cover my manhood.
“Hmmm, new ones? You have the money?” She asked. I simply smiled and took the plate of beans and pap she prepared.

We were now both seated opposite each other in the dining room, very close to the sitting room. The TV was on and the fan was in motion up there at the ceiling. Biola was putting on a jeans bum shorts and a sleeveless. I could see the sides of her breasts and her standing nips which pointed at me.
Though she didn’t see it as anything wearing such in my very before, my mind already went dirty. I was imagining myself pulling those succulent flesh off her sleeveless. The sleeveless was probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her boobs were sizeable enough that it stretched the fabric slightly, I could almost picture her naked through it. My machine was gradually getting up the more I looked at her. I only hope I didn’t have to stand up soon. So instead, I ate my breakfast slowly.

“Femi, why are you staring at my breasts?” Biola queried in Yoruba. Damn! She finally caught me. I felt more embarrassed than ever. “Ahhh! Did I?” I stuttered. “Of course, you did. Haven’t you seen a breast before?” She taunted and pressed her left cleavage. We both laughed, but I noticed she was a naughty fellow. Like, why would she comfortably press her boobs before me?
Well, I tried not to think about anything sexual but my d*ck literally throbbed as she pressed her cleavage jokingly. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine. My machine had become hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my boxers.

“Men and breast shaa,” she broke the awkward silence. I just giggled and tried to concentrate on my food, but I couldn’t stop looking up at Biola’s incredible, round, and soft breast sitting in front of me. Lust simply took over me. She had a tan line around her boobs. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight.
Soon, Biola was done eating and she headed toward the kitchen to dump her plates in the sink. It was Aramide who does the washing of the dishes but Biola felt like doing it for her.

“So are you getting new clothes or do you intend to wash the ones you have worn?” Biola queried from the kitchen.
“Umm, I don’t even know. What do you think?” I added?
“I don’t know for you…whichever one you want to,” she said.
“Well, I think I need to wash my clothes, so by the time they are sun-dried, I’d wear one to the market and buy a few clothes.”
“Perfect. Good idea. I actually wanted you to buy something for me at the market,” she said.
“No. Just stop it. I actually wanted us to go together. I don’t even know anywhere in Ibadan.”
She laughed. I smiled.
“So you have seen the Biola that knows Ibadan better than you do, right? How often do you think I visit Ibadan? She questioned.
“I don’t know but I think you ought to know better than myself.”
“Keep thinking. I advise you to go with Aramide. She knows literally everywhere,” she said, standing before the TV in the sitting room while I was still in the dining room.
“Aramide ke?”
“Yes. Is she not your sister?” Just go with her whenever you are ready. She said and then walked inside the bedroom. The last bedroom at the extreme. It was a three-bedroom flat. She shared that room with my sister, Aramide.

At this time, my machine had gone back to its original size. I headed straight to the kitchen where I dropped my plate and left. The next in my mind was washing all my dirty clothes. My jeans were mostly stained, unlike my tops. I saw the bathroom door slightly open and I walked towards the door and not until I pushed the door and I was puzzled to see Biola without clothes. She was about to take her bath and I was unaware of her presence in the bathroom. It was the first time I saw a girl in real nude.
Biola didn’t hesitate to bang on the door. “Femiiii,” she stressed the last syllable. I was still motionless and dumbfounded by what my eyes saw. So many dirty thoughts already rushed through my head. I even imagined bathing with her. Shit. I was really dealt with by lust.

Then I returned to my bedroom and sat calmly on the bed. Soon after, she came out of the bathroom. She walked straight to my room. She had wet hair dripping with water droplets and her white towel which was tied above her cleavages. I thought Biola was going to yell at me again or perhaps scold me for badging on her privacy. But instead, she looked me in the eyes and all I saw in those eyes were anger. “Ma binu,” I muttered. I meant “I’m sorry.” She simply stalked off immediately.
After some minutes, I went back to the bathroom and washed my clothes.

***

The next day, I was watching television when she came and sat by me. After some minutes, she asked me about yesterday’s incident and I really got scared. But then Biola laughed over it and I was surprised she didn’t make me feel bad again. She only cautioned me to be watchful or else one day I’d do the same to my Aunt and I wouldn’t like the outcome.

Moments later, the weather changed and the cloud was suddenly getting darker. We could feel cold freeze too. I quickly opened the window, “Let me get my clothes outside. It seemed it’s about to rain,” I turned to Biola.
“Please, help me also with mine. They are beside yours,” Biola pleaded.
“Okay.” I left the living room.

After picking up my clothes, I saw her undies and her black bra. I already pictured her soft cleavage standing on the sponge bra in my hand. As I opened the door, she told me to put her undies and bra in her bag, and I did as she said.
Later in the night, there was no light but my system was fully charged. Biola and I were to watch a movie of her choice from my laptop.

As the movie started, there came a few sensual scenes. Nudity and sex scenes were there. I tried not to think about sex but after some time, I felt Biola’s hand gradually moving through the bed sheet until she finally put her left hand inside my boxers and had a tight grip on my d*ck.

To be continued…

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