Bisola lets the tears run down her cheeks as the water flows over her body. She hates having to just lie there and not respond to Dele’s lovemaking, but it’s for his own protection. She can’t bring him into her wickedness and curse him too! She loves him too much!
As she lathers soap over her body and his sperm runs down her thighs, she continues to cry, remembering that awful night back in university, when she caused herself and her brother, Yinka to be cursed into damnation.
She had gone to a party with a guy she was dating. Frustrated by his lack of progress with her sexually, he had bought a powerful sex drug from a nearby pharmacy and slipped the aphrodisiac into her drink.
Yinka was studying for a test or he could have been at the party, too. Around midnight Bisola’s boyfriend called him.
“Man, I really fucked up, Yinka!” the boyfriend said.
“Where’s Bisola?” Yinka asked immediately, always protective of his sister.
“Man, I was just trying to loosen her up some, you know, melt her defences a little.” Yinka, found out later that he had used three times the recommended dosage of the sex powder.
“Where is Bisola?” Yinka yelled into the phone.
“She’s out of control, man! She’s dancing naked in the middle of the common room with all these guys cheering her on.”
Yinka ran the two blocks from the flat he shared with his sister, to the boy’s hostel. Bursting through the door like a madman, he slammed the boyfriend against the wall, punched his face and kick his groin, before pulling his naked sister from the room. Grabbing her dress on the way out, he didn’t bother looking for her bra, shoes or panties as he led her outside. They stopped beside the house so she could get dressed.
Her drug-induced sexual arousal made it difficult for him to get her dressed. He yelled, begged and bargained with her to put her dress on. Yinka was out of his mind, looking at his naked sister. This was so wrong! He kept repeating scripture to himself as he tried to get her to put her dress on.
“He hath uncovered his sister’s nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity,” he whispered repeatedly as her perfect breasts brushed against him when he tried to get her dress over her head. “He hath uncovered his sister’s nakedness…” Bisola is not helping.
“I’m so hot, Yinka,” Bisola pleads.
“Don’t make me get dressed,” she whines, while running her hands over her breasts and tweaking her hard nipples.
“I’m burning up inside” she slurs, while her hands glide over her hips and she thrusts her pussy towards him. “Please make the burning stop.”
“He hath uncovered his sister’s nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity,” Yinka whispers as his dick stiffens, tenting the front of his sweatpants. Yinka is angry, embarrassed and aroused, all at the same time.
“You have to get dressed!” Yinka insists. “You can’t walk home naked!” Bisola abruptly push him and runs a few metres away.
“Please!” She begs as she starts swaying her hips and running her hands seductively over her body.
“You have to help me, Yinka,” she pleads again.
“Or let me go back inside,” she says rebelliously. Yinka takes in the forbidden sight of his naked sister, his eyes lingering on the triangle of pubic hair and he can’t control the reaction of his manhood.
“And if a man shall take his sister, and see her nakedness, it is a wicked thing; and they shall be cut off in the sight of their people: he hath uncovered his sister’s nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity. Leviticus 20:17,” he shouts at his sister.
“I bind you, Bisola!” He yells as he steps closer to her.
“I bind you!” But there was no binding her out of her drug-induced sexual arousal.
“Help me, Yinka!” she pants as she throws her arms around his neck and presses her naked body against him.
“I’ll get dressed if you promise to help me when we get home,” she whispers, while scratching his back and grinding her exposed pussy against the bulge in his pants.
Yinka has always looked up to, and looked after, his older sister. He loves her like he loves no one else in the world. He doesn’t know what to do. Her skin is warm to the touch and her naked lustfulness is torturing him. He has to get her home.
“Okay,” He says, trying to peel her body away from his.
“Now get dressed,” he says, tossing her dress to her.
“Promise?” she whispers, her breasts heaving as her breath comes in gasps. Her hard nipples are sticking out towards him as he answers. Even though he knows better, he can’t seem to avert his eyes.
“Yes, I promise,” He answers, not sure exactly what he’s promising, but just trying to get his sister dressed. In weak moments, Yinka has had impure thoughts about his older sister, imagining her nakedness as he lies in bed at night. Now, here she is; standing before him, fully aroused and completely naked. His dick aches at the sight of her smooth skin in the moonlight.
Her breasts, the size of watermelon, are capped with perfectly round areolas and thick, tight nipples. He can’t take his eyes off of her as she steps back and slips the dress over her head. Without a bra, her hard nipples poke at the thin material of the dress.
“Come on, then!” She grabs his hand and pulls him with her as she runs to their apartment. Inside the apartment, he closes the door and she turns towards him.
“You promised,” she reminds him, pulling her dress over her head and dropping it on the floor. Stepping towards him, she grabs the bottom of his shirt and tries to pull it over his head. Yinka stops her, holding her wrists.
“You need to sleep this off,” Yinka says, letting go of his sister’s arms and walking ahead of her towards her bedroom. Pulling the bedsheet back he points to her bed.
“Sleep this off and we’ll talk in the morning,” He says, afraid to look at the tempting sight of her sexy body.