Living With My Grandma (18+)
Episode 3
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A few minutes past midnight, I heard a soft knock at the door. My eyes got opened immediately. I wasnât fast asleep. âWhoâs there?â I asked inaudibly. I then remembered Darlington was around. I managed to switch on the rechargeable lamp by the bedside, and the room was illuminated. I walked to the door, opened it and he stood there.
[An Excerpt]
Well, if you think Meska asked me for nudes, youâre far from it. If you guessed it was money, well, youâre right. He demanded a huge sum of money and when I asked what he needed it for, he said he needed to renew his lodge rent, which he said was 75k. After he sent that, I was puzzled. I didnât even know the best response that wouldnât leave him saddened. We were both online but he didnât see my response coming. âPlease, Iâll pay you back soon. Itâs urgent.â Meska sent a few minutes later.
I started typing immediately, but I wasnât sure of what I was typing. I wasnât sure if it made sense. I just needed him to see I was typing something. I typed and deleted, it and repeated it. âBabe, I donât have much money in my possession right now.â I finally came up with this short one. He read and kept mute.
After three minutes, he replied with, âOkay.â
âHope youâre not feeling bad?â I asked.
âIâm not.â
âI doubt you Meska.â
He didnât reply again, and after some minutes, he went offline.
I felt a lump in my throat. My heart beating faster than usual. I quickly dialed his number. It ranged but he didnât pick. I dialed the second time, and he answered. âHello, babe, why are you ignoring my call? I asked in the best manner I could. I subdued my anger. I was boiling inside. Like, why would you start acting this way because I didnât meet up your needs? I didnât say this to his hearing, rather I waited to hear his response.
He said he wasnât with his phone when I called earlier. And when I said he lied, he added he was peeing. I didnât want to stress it further, so I let it slide. His voice wasnât that lively and I felt he was sad.
âBabe, 75k is a huge amount of money. Where do you expect me to see such money?â
âReally?â came his shocking response.
âYeah. Itâs much naa,â I answered lamely.
âOkay then.â He hanged up.
I didnât even call him back. I was sad. I turned my data off too. Yet, I was boiling deep down. I needed something to distract me from that mood. I detested seeing myself get so annoyed. It irks me. I quickly searched through my folder, I found a movie I was yet to see, I clicked on play and stared lost at my screen. My eyes fixed on the screen but my mind wandered off. The movie didnât work. I picked up a book from my bookshelf; Ten Million Dollar Habits by Brain Tracy. I was at the second chapter when dozed off. The cool breeze from the window made the room chilly and inviting.
Later in the evening, I got woken by grandmaâs hard knock at the door. It was time for us to prepare dinner. I checked my timepiece, it was five minutes past five. I glanced through my phone to see if he dropped any messages. Sadly to my realization, no message, no missed call.
âMeska,â I texted him on WhatsApp. It ticked one; indicating he wasnât online. Before I left for the kitchen, I dialed his number but it didnât go through, âswitched off.â I became nervous. I called again and still got the same negative response from the network provider. I quickly scrolled through our WhatsApp conversation and re-read our chats.
âCould it be the house rent? Could it be that Meska already traded his phone for the rent? No. That would be so quick. I donât think so. These and many thoughts conflicted in my head. âAh! God, please, nothing should happen to my Meska,â I said inaudibly.
I actually had the money he demanded, but I couldnât find his request appropriate and it came not long after I gave him foodstuffs and little cash for a new session. Besides, the money was huge and he never asked me for such amount before, and the ones I have been giving him were willingly and for the sake of love, in Teknoâs voice.
Even though his parents werenât rich, they still paid his fees. While I peeled yam in the kitchen, I heard voices saying this and that. I was troubled. I almost cut my left finger with the knives I used on the yam. I soon came back to my senses. I hurriedly washed the yam and prepared porridge yam.
Late at night, before I went to bed, I called his number again, and yet, I got the same annoying response from MTN, telling me the number youâre trying to call is currently switched off. Sleep was far from my eyes. I had earlier eaten two pieces of yam from the porridge. There was no appetite for food. I was simply dull.
There was also nobody I could reach to check on him, and that sickened me. For the first time in a long time, I went to bed without hearing from my guy. I felt so differently. I lay there on the bed in my pajamas, pictures of the night he spent in our house floated in my head. I sighed slowly. I turned to the wall and stared at the wallpaper until I was off to the dreamland.
Two days after, I didnât hear from Meska. I was losing weight already. Apparent one at that. Sometimes, I behaved like someone who was lost or something. Grandma someday noticedâand she asked if I was okay. Of course, I lied. I told her I was fine. Forty-eight hours of not hearing from Meska ravaged me. It seemed as if something huge was missing in me. You know that feeling when suddenly you stopped hearing from your partner unannounced. That was exactly the way I felt.
Well, it didnât end after two days. Seven days on, I still didnât get a text nor saw missed calls from any strange number. At least he should have called with someoneâs else number. My world was gradually crashing. I didnât have a clue of what exactly was wrong aside from the rent issue which I assumed shouldnât stop him from reaching out to me.
I missed my Meska. My joy giver. My one and only. I missed my guyyyy, and that hit so hard. Of course, I dare not visit his house for any reason. They knew me not. Meska never wanted his siblings to know me, so, I never crossed their gate for any reason. He had always been the one coming to our house in grandmaâs absence.
As days went on, I was gradually getting used to not hearing his voice and also not smiling sheepishly before my screen each time we chatted. I missed all of those silly things but subconsciously, I was getting used to his absence. It was never an easy ride. I felt lonely and bored.
Meska was my second half. The only soul that keep me company and always made me come alive.
After three weeks. I assumed his phone was probably faulty and he didnât have my number offhand. That assumption made me less bothered again. Even though I knew my assumption might be far from reality, I needed to keep myself busy and free from thoughts about him.
So, I adapted to other means of keeping myself busy. And you know what I did? I became a movie addict. If I had become an avid reader, it would have been a better advantage but movies got my attention more. I stayed up late at night just so I could download movies with the MTN midnight plan.
I became addicted to movies to the point my phone memory became full. I had to delete the previously watched movies. I equally deleted heavy Apps, so I could have enough space for new and lengthy movies, and series mostly. And that was how I managed to cope with Meskaâs unannounced departure. Yet, I woke up every day to see if he would text or call, but nothing of such happened.
In early September, my maternal cousin visited us. Darlington. I never liked him right from the days we first met. Darlington was my aunties first son. He was probably 22. He was almost my height at 5ft 6 inches. He had a well-built body structure like an athlete. He was a bad boy. A bad boy in the sense that he doesnât conform to the laws and order of society. He did drugs. Chased after young girls. He lived a rough life and I hated his nonchalant attitude. Darlington was in his last year at the University. It wasnât his first time visiting grandma and me. He barely visited, once in a Blue moon.
Darlington had a crush on me for a long time. But he didnât know how to express his feelings. We were related too.
Grandma was happy he came because he usually helped her out on the farm.
Later at night, I lay alone in my bed. Darlington was in the sitting room playing games with his phone before eventually dozing off on the sofa.
A few minutes past midnight, I heard a soft knock at the door. My eyes got opened immediately. I wasnât fast asleep. âWhoâs there?â I asked inaudibly. I then remembered Darlington was around. I managed to switch on the rechargeable lamp by the bedside, and the room was illuminated. I walked to the door, opened it and he stood there.
Darlington didnât wait to be asked what he needed, he quickly said he had a bad dream and couldnât sleep again. He went inside my room, I closed the door. I convinced him not to worry. I told him the nightmare was probably because of the way he lay on his back, facing the ceiling. He seemed not interested in what I was saying, he requested water, I gave him the leftover bottled water by my bedside. He sipped and sat on my bed.
The devil inside of me was giving me sexy thoughts, but I tried holding back. Darlington is your cousin, it ranged on my head. I got tired of standing, I reached the bed and sat there motionless. Moments later, Darlington rested his head on my thighs while I sat there contemplating whether to scold him or allow him. At the same time, our eyes met.
After that, I helplessly watched my two hands caress the hairs on his head. Silence stood between usâbut my heart thudded against my ribs. I shouldnât be doing this with Darlington. We were about to commit what they called incest.
After about five minutes, he sat up and placed his hand on my shoulder. Nobody still uttered a word. The devil inside of us was gradually playing tricks on us with our emotions.
In a blink of an eye, he placed his lips on mine, for which there was no resistance. He kissed me so nicely, and it went on for a while with our eyes closed. Darlington was a good kisser.
We broke the kiss. I gave in to my lust and hugged him tightly. I started kissing him from the forehead to all over his face, neck, and ears. I tasted his like and smelled his musky scent.
His hands were on my hips, and they moved up cupping my b***s. He pressed them against my body. His fingers caught my erected n*****s and I shivered at his touch. I then pushed my tits out to him. He grabbed my sized b***s with both hands. âI had long wanted to touch these babies,â he whispered in my left ear.
I rubbed my body against him like a dog and he pulled me closer.
Darlington shoved me down the bed and asked me to stay quiet. I simply nodded my head. He made me completely n***d and his clothes went off in seconds.
He was all muscles and hard body. He licked and suckled my b***s. He played with my belly and circled his forefinger around my small darkened navel.
He was in full mood. He took control and we were already rolling on the sheet groaning pleasurably and at the same time, inaudibly. Darlington lasted longer. I was exhausted by his hard and heavy body.
That night, the s*x with my cousin, Darlington was phenomenal.
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 s*x.
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 didnât 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 didnât feel remorseful about our deed. You would probably say Iâm shameless right? Please, donât nail me to the cross yet. Donât be quick to condemn me.
Then, I was just a young girl who was driven by s*x. Meska and I had been in a sexual relationship for a year and monthsâand which probably made me a s*x 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 Meskaâs 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 s*x prowess to that of Meska. Crazy right? Donât feel disgusted by my action, I was obsessed with s*x. 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. Donât 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 wasnât moved by his long epistle still.
I was beginning to enjoy Darlingtonâs 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.
âHope you have quit smoking. You know smokers are liable to die young?â I jokingly teased him.
âHahaha,â he giggled.
âWhatâs funny? Isnât that what they said?â
âAbeg leave that thing. Person wey go die go die.â
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 wasnât 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 couldnât 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. âCry cry baby,â 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 Iâm 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. Iâm 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 didnât 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. Itâs 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.
Donât think I have forgotten Meska. No, I havenât 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 s*x. I didnât 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 s*x scene popped up again. Subconsciously, my head was gradually getting filled with sexual thoughts. I had s*x cravings.
Out of curiosity, I decided to check out what the remaining movies looked like. Mehnn, they were all filled with s*x scenes. The last one I clicked on seemed to be the most uncensored among all.
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 s*x.
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: âStop it and leave the room.â But the pressure down my panties was much that I couldnât 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 actâpleasuring 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 didnât utter a word. I didnât 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 havenât 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 couldnât maintain eye contact with him. I averted my eyes. I stared unblinking at the tiled floor. He left the door and walked in.
To be continuedâŠ
