🔞AUNTY 😏
STOP TOUCHING 🥒
CHAPTER 24🎉
🔞FOR MATURE MIND ONLY 🔞
Emeka’s
I woke up and yawned loudly as my stomach grumbled. The realization hit me—I hadn’t eaten anything yesterday.
I got out of bed, opened the door, and headed out to find something to eat. Unlike yesterday, I felt much better today.
But as soon as I opened the door, I was met with a surprise. The whole place was decorated, with the words “I AM SORRY, EMMY. I MISS YOU. FORGIVE ME ALREADY” written on the wall.
I ignored it and headed straight for the kitchen, at least to get something to eat.
As I approached the kitchen, the sweet aroma of fresh vegetable soup wafted through the door, making my stomach grumble even louder. I opened the door and saw Cassandra, wearing bum shorts and a small sleeveless top under an apron, busy cooking.
I walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed a can of milk and a bottle of water, and was about to leave. Even though I was hungry, there was no way I could bring myself to eat Cassandra’s food. Who knows what she might have put in it?
As I strode toward the door, I heard her voice.
“Emmy, how long are we going to keep doing this? What’s done is done. Can’t you just forget it already?” she said, and I felt her arms wrap around me in a hug from behind.
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I froze for a moment, feeling the warmth of her embrace. Her words lingered in the air, but my mind was still clouded with everything that had happened. I gently removed her hands from around me and turned to face her.
“Cassandra, it’s not that simple,” I said, my voice low but firm. “You don’t just forget things like that.”
Her eyes softened, a mixture of guilt and frustration showing on her face. “I know, Emmy. I know I messed up, but I’m trying here. Can’t you see that?”
I glanced at the soup simmering on the stove, the aroma still tempting, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of distrust. I stepped back, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“I see you trying, Cass. But I need time,” I replied, my gaze shifting to the floor. “You can’t just cook me a meal and think everything will magically be fine.”
She wiped her hands on her apron and sighed, taking a step closer. “I’m not asking for everything to be fine right away. I’m asking for a chance, Emmy. Just one chance for us to fix this.”
I looked at her, really looked at her this time.
I have missed her truth be told.. we kept staring at each other’s eyes and just then she grabbed me closer to herself and ki#sed me
I couldn’t resist her kiss,I also kissed her back.
She took the milk and the water from my hand and tossed it off
He pushed me slightly, making my back to leaning on the fridge.
She slide down my sleep short and knelt down and began playing with my gbola in her mouth.
She used her teeth to bite it slightly as I gasp.
As I held her head firmly to my gbola.
Sha kept s*****g on my gbola , I closed my eyes enjoying every of her touch.
She kept s*****g and licking me at the same time.
She began giving me a fast blow job like a retired Ashawo that she’s.
I moanad loudly after some minutes, I felt my ball tighten and instantly I c*m. On her mouth.
She let me go instantly.. and just then I remember what she did to me.
I drag my short up and left the room.
Three days later
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Finally, I went home to my mom. At first, I didn’t want to face her because I blamed her for the mess I’m in right now.
But I knew I couldn’t avoid her forever. No matter what, she’s still my mother and the only family I have. Besides, she had been calling Cassandra’s phone multiple times just to get in touch with me.
“Emmy, you’re home!” she exclaimed, rushing toward me with open arms.
But I pushed her away. She was stunned by my reaction, but I didn’t care. I walked past her, heading straight to my room. She stood there, staring at me in disbelief, but I couldn’t be bothered.
Suddenly, I felt dizzy. My vision blurred, and before I knew it, I was collapsing. I hit the ground hard.
The last thing I heard was my mother’s panicked voice calling out to me, her footsteps rushing toward me, and then everything went black.
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**WRITER’S NOTE:**
Beatrice rushed toward Emeka, calling his name and shaking him, but he didn’t respond. Panic rising, she quickly grabbed her phone and dialed her pastor. While on the call, she ran toward the gate to summon the security guard to help her get Emeka to the hospital.
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To be continue.
