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Friday, 28 September 2018

18+; My Father's Wife - Episode 1.

The story you're about to read is rated 18 years and above. It contains some strong sexual languages. If not upto 18 years, please don't continue.

Story is set in Nigeria.

Story begins:

I couldn’t tell how i felt as i walked past my
dad’s room. couldn’t fathom if it was anger,
jealousy or horniness.
Anger; because my father actually now brought a
new wife into our home, or jealousy cus i wish i
was the one in his room now listening to him tell
me story as he used to.
and horniness; Uuuuhm what can i say, am a
teenager bound to the shackles of raging
i was just walking back to my room after my
usual midnight movie session when i over heard
slight moans from my dads room.
being inquisitive as i am i stopped and listened
and the moans became even clearer.
it was obvious dad was bleeping his new wife
which sent blood gushing from my brain down to
the d**k dangling between my legs as it sprang
up to life.
i hissed a little bit loudly as walked back to my
room with my hardness now clearly bulged on my
short. i jerked off that night with the image of
dad’s new wife on my mind.
Ok let me start from the very beginning;
I am a boy of 21, very tall for my mates, have a
complexion that is slightly lighter than chocolate
and my name is Johnysky but mostly called sky.
From a family of 2kids and the other kid is my
twin sister Jessy tho i fondly call her skybeauty.
maybe it was because she was my sister or
maybe it was actually true but i actually think her
the prettiest girl i have seen.
I and my sister are both in level 200 in the tertiary
institution with her studying medicine and surgery
in the university of Nigeria nsukka (UNN) and me
studying Science lab tech in the in Institute of
management and technology (imt) a poly technic
in enugu where we live
Dont blame me, she is obviously and far more
intelligent than me, and so? No big deal.
She lived in nsukka while i was subjected to
going to school from home which was like a
death sentence to me.
Mum died when we were 10 from a sickness we
really didnt understand its name as of that time.
So we were left with Papa to bring us up.
Papa was the chairman of our local government,
so i would say we were wealthy and he gave us
all we needed in life, anything money could get
for us.
• • • • •
It all started on that very day. The sun hung
lazily across the sky as it gradually but
reluctantly sunk to the west casting a reddish
orange beam over the environment.
I was seated with Jessy who came back from
school a forth night ago, we were watching one
useless movie like that in African magic, I was
more interested in my whatsapp chat with my girl
friend, Joy.
“Sky, daddy’s back” Jessy announced peering at
the door to see daddy come in.
we could hear doors thumping shut and knew he
would be in any moment from then.
Daddy pushed the door open as a female figure
walked in with him, i could see the surprise and
contempt on Jessy’s face as she watched the girl
walk into our house as if its her father’s house.
I took my gaze back to the bold woman walking
into my house with so much boldness; she was
quite tall maybe 5’9ft, Can easily guess or place
her age between the bracket of 24 to 26, a
beautiful face with black obviously artificial eye
lashes standing out, a clourless lip gloss.
Her boobs were full and round as i could make
out as much cleavage as my eyes could perceive
sticking out of her flowery top.
the round bumz and straight legs clasped in a
black leggings.
woooow she was indeed very beautiful but
certainly wouldnt be as beautiful as my
skybeauty tho.
“Now what dah f--k is she doing with daddy in
our house” i queried myself stealing glances at
“Good evening daddy” we both chorused.
“Good evening ejimam” he intoned stressing the
‘Ejimam’ which he mostly called us when we are
Was sure he could sense the questions in our
eyes as he took her by the hand and cleared his
“Ejimam, this is Amanda, she is my new wife and
your new step mother” Papa intoned with pride
written all over his face and an ear to ear.... be continued...

©Mr. Zaram Chyspain

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