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A Web: Torn Between My Friend And His Sister Part 1
by Omofineboy
I met Aisha exactly six months ago. She arrived from Vundu village on the boundary between Nigeria and Cameroon. Her parents and two brothers lived in Yaoundé. Her older brother, Faisal was my friend. I never knew he had a sister only then, when she arrived. I was told she was taken away when she was six by her maternal aunt who was childless. So when the aunt died as a result of the ebola disease, she was returned to her parent. Fortunately, she did not import the virus…(lol )
The first time I set eyes on her, it was love at first sight. I would use every opportunity to be with her. Either on the guise that I called too see her brother or stalked her when she went to the stream to fetch water. By and by, we became friends and I told her brother that I loved his sister. He was very pleased. I am twenty but her brother was two years older than I am. I looked up t him because he was the really strapping kind of fellow we liked to hang out with. He was very good looking, intelligent, athletic,charming, easy-going and had strings of babes eating out of his palms. He was also connected to the doyen of the community.
On that fateful day, their parents had gone to the farm and her brothers were also not at home. I came to visit my beloved Aisha only to find her alone sweeping the court yard. She gave me a stool to sit on. But seeing she was a little nervous , I seized the opportunity hoping for first and second base smooching session. When she entered her room, I followed her and closed the door behind me. Before she could protest, I grabbed her and kissed her fully in the mouth. She was shocked and before she could protest, she became pliant in my arms and became my putty to mold as I pleased. I stuck my tongue in her mouth while my hands molded her soft buttocks. She breathed heavily and closed her eyes.Slowly, I undressed her and lay her on her bed.I surveyed her naked beauty like a cool lion waiting to devour a sumptuous prey.
My over-charged testosteroned libido could not be denied this national cake. I stripped my clothes and lay beside her.I resumed kissing her from her full, succulent lips until I was crouching between her thighs. The musky scent of her femininity put my 10” dick into full throttle. Yet I had to bide my time. Christmas only happens once in a year!I inhaled the scent of her soft black pubic bush. The, the tip of my tongue started lapping her labia lips. She started squirming and jerking as I gathered momentum. By the time I licked her clitoris with full vigour, my angel Aisha was moaning like a nymph. Suddenly she jerked and a stream of her juice squirted out. I thought it was piss but it was tastelessly insipid and I loved its force. That was the first time I encountered an orgasmic squirt.
Thereafter, she became limp. I stood and then opened her thighs as I position to enter her. Then, I remembered she was my pure and stainless virgin. I used my forefinger to test her readiness. She was wet enough. I used my engorged cock tip to fondle her pussy lips. Then, I shoved in, in one stroke passing her virgin portal. She opened her mouth to scream but my own mouth was over hers with my tongue threatening to enter her throat. I kissed her hard. I paused a bit for her pussy to get accustomed to the size of my male member. Once her vaginal walls became relaxed, I resumed a rhythmic dance nature had taught man gazillion years ago. She was so sweet. As I kissed her, I was aware she was tasting her own nectar from my mouth. Soon I was in cloud nine .As I thrust, she started jerking her pelvis and soon, we were sexually dancing in unison.
I felt her convulsing. That was my cue to release my cum.I increased my gyrating movement. Feeling all corners of her femininity. I gave a final thrust and my dick felt the opening of her womb.There I spurted out hot jets of my seed that inflamed her and she jerked massively as if having a seizure.Her hand grabbed my buttocks as if to force me even deeper. Then, we both went limp. Her eyes opened. She looked deep into my soul and smiled. Wordlessly, we shared a divine language that conveyed our love.
I started pinching her nipples gently and she used the tips of her fingers to massage my buttocks and the small of my back.If not that I just took her maidenhead, I would have sworn she had done his before. But then, sex cannot be learned. It is inbuilt and naturally acquired.
My dick, still inside her, became hard.This time fucking her was easy.I glided in and out assisted by our mingled juices.The room was filled with squelching sound of sex.We rocked and fucked ill we both came together.String of my cum spurted as if it would not end.A wave took over her and she convulsed into another earth shattering orgasm. Slowly and reluctantly, I withdrew. I thought I heard footsteps, so we quickly undressed. Once we were OK, I peeped outside, the coast was clear, so I winked at her and we went outside and sat by the veranda.
Faisal then emerged from his room. Aisha looked bewildered. I read her thoughts. I was discomfited as well. I didn’t want him to think I took advantage of his sister. Although she was almost twenty but then, our culture demands that a girl must enter her husband house ‘without blemish’ and I shudder to think what my best friend could think of me if he discovered that I had just taken her cherry. “Ah, Omo, just the guy I need. I am just coming from Fred’s house now. His Bachelor’s eve is on Saturday and we need to arrange how we can make it baaad,” he said cheerfully oblivious of our precarious positions. He tapped my shoulder in a convivial manner. I sighed with relief. “Brother Faisal, there is food in the kitchen. Should I serve you now?”Aisha asked quietly. “No, Aisha. I will eat at Omo’s,” he replied his sister with a reassuring brotherly smile. He turned to me: “ I saw you grandma pounding yam. Let’s go to your house.We will et here,” he said. “Ok. Lets go,” I was eager to leave so that my look at Aisha’s direction might not betray my emotions.”Aisha, greet Daddy and Mama when they return,”I said formally, not wanting to give Faisal and inkling of what had taken place earlier. “They will hear,”she answered respectfully. When we were out of earshot, Faisal turned and looked at me with mischief in his eyes. “So you fucked my sister, eh?”He said suddenly. I spluttered and jostled for words to deny but my tongue caught up in my mouth. “Well, let’s go to your house, I will return the favour,” he said ominously.
I did not know what he meant by that statement until when we were in my room with my grandmother in the kitchen cooking our supper.
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