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Ekaette The Cheerful Giver (+18) – Season 1 – Episode 7

episode 7 Uncle James: I love you Ekaette. Why don’t you give me chance to know us better? He pleaded Ekaette: But you are married to my Aunt with kids. I won’t do such a thing. Besides, this is a car, we can’t feel comfortable doing it here Uncle James: You mean sweating out together here? Yes, it will be so sweet. I assure you. I was a bit hesitant about the idea; I just didn’t feel comfortable as there were chances of being spotted by people. Me: I’m sorry! I can’t do it. Let’s go home if you are no longer buying fuel as planned. He started the car and leaving to the fuel station. While he was driving, he was still assuring me we would enjoy it together if given the opportunity. I haven’t had se:x in a car once. I thought of giving it a trial and see how it felt. I decided to fulfil his wish. Me: Stop the Car! Uncle James: What? Are you ok? He slammed on the break system Me: Just stop the car, Stupid. I replied The moment he stopped the car, I kissed him. We started making out and at one point I just whispered in his ears that this was not going to end just here. He got the hint and was beyond joy to know he was finally having his wish fulfilled. We started our foreplay. But then, it wasn’t comfortable, so I said that we should move to the backseat. Again, he struggled to move out from the position we were in and get out of the car. He was so tall, 7 ft 4 in to be precised. He had to get out of the car to get to the backseat while I just climbed back from the inside. I took off his shirt as we were kissing, and then I started to unbutton his pants. Gosh! that turned me on. He laid me down on the seat and crawled on top of me. He bit his lower lip and pressed his bulge into me. I arched my back and let out a whimper. He looked back and closed the door with his foot. He had his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. He leaned his head down to kiss me and pressed his bulge harder on me. I moaned loud and arched my back upward. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth to deepen the kiss. He kissed me gently and t—-t into my hips. He did it over and over bringing me close to the edge. Me: Wow! This is amazing! I confessed. “But why are our pants still on? i asked Uncle James: Ok.. let’s get rid of these things. he replied I slipped my hands under his pants without breaking the kiss. He came down on me again, but this time with force. I moaned loud and clawed the skin on his back. When he pulled away to reset himself, my hips followed his. I tore off his pants and moved my hands to his bum. I pressed myself into his JT. I started to grind on him. I felt myself getting closer to my c—-x. His lips went to my n!pples and bit lightly on the left while he had the other between his fingers. I bucked my hips into his and I felt him moan into my boobs. Me: Ohhh sit.. this feels so good. I confessed I felt myself get closer to my c—-x. I couldn’t hold it much longer. Me: Bang me harder James. I stopped calling him “Uncle”. The “James” name alone sounded sweeter and sexier to me. It really turned me on. Baby.. I’m… I’ … I’m going to c-m! Harder!!!! Now! Now! I screamed it out. He immediately started pumping hard into me. His thrusts were sloppy because he was close to. We both came at same time. We later went for the fuel and decided going home. I was still feeling h—y. After we cleared out the car, we noticed no one at home. The Police Officers later found kemi, came home and took Aunt Sandra to their stations. She was to answer some questions before they could release her daughter. Me: Why not let’s go upstairs to finish what we started before heading to the stations? James: Are you sure you want to do this again? Me: Oh yeah.. Absolutely! We made it upstairs in one piece watching program in the TV. I was still super h—y, The TV was on. It was taking away his concentration on me. I stretched for the remote control, clicked off the television and grabbed his hand, leading him into the bedroom. James was already exhausted and I felt for him. Me: Are you tired? Uncle James: Hmmm.. kind of! He answered Me: Well, you started it, so you must finish what you initiated. I’m sorry I knew that he was going to crash and a little part of died knowing we wouldn’t be having se;x. Uncle James didn’t put up a fight when I stripped him down to his boxers and laid him on the bed, although he did look at me with a mix of confusion and amusement. I just shrugged and went into the bathroom to get a tower. It only took me a total of 30 seconds but when I came out he was on his stomach, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was parted. I woke him up, lifted my hips. He was awake and ready for the action, he pulled my tank top up and over my head. I watched him passively when he pulled my skirt down along with my panties. Slowly, he got up on his knees and pulled off his shirt and shed his flannel bottoms and boxers. My Skin was literally tingling with anticipation but I knew I was walking a fine line. He settled down between my legs and kissed my shoulder. I felt the weight of his s—t laying right beside my cookie. He’s back again. Live and Kicking! He was warm and hard and just right fvcking there. He penetrated inside me… it was so warm and slippery. I was crazy wet and ready for him. Me: “Baby can you please go faster?” He nodded. He moved faster. I was moaning like crazy. He pulled me up and we flipped, now sitting on him. He bangs me harder and harder, I was getting wet and more wet, then I realized we weren’t using protection, even right from the car scene. Me: James, we don’t have a condom?” James: Don’t worry I won’t come inside. I wasn’t sure if he came inside me when we were at the field earlier. I felt like I couldn’t breathe as he was going faster inside me. My thighs clenched around his waist and he moaned, pressing against me harder and slipping between my folds. My legs started to shake as he slid his arms beneath me, holding me close to his chest and resting his chin on my head. I felt completely wrapped up in him as he began to t—-t in earnest. Sharp stabs of arousal fluttered around in my stomach and my cl!t was throbbing with each connection of our pubic bones. He was pumping into me with purpose, not quickly but not gently. I gripped onto his back, my fingers slipping on the remnants of oil on his skin. My face was pressed against his sternum as we rocked together. I had little leeway but I still managed to meet his thrusts. The muggy head generated by our bodies made my face and chest start to sweat. The scent of the massage oil was heady and thick around us as we came undone. Faster and faster, his pace began to pickup until his hips were slamming into the cradle of my thighs. We finally came the second time at same time. That was the last time i saw James. I missed him alot. I missed his long s—t. His foreplays. What a great Banger! It was cold at the funeral. The rain dropping around Ikoyi area was a rare kinda. The leaves dropped like dead flies. A few landed on her coffin. It suddenly looked like Halloween: orange leaves laid against a dark wooden box. My father stood silent beside me. His eyes were red-rimmed, yet I had never seen him cry. He had been in this state of almost-crying for a week now. Good for him; I hadn’t shed a tear, and my eyes were nowhere near red. No, not even pink. I didn’t feel guilty. Death didn’t scare me; talking about it didn’t bother me. Death wasn’t sad, it was just natural. It was my mother’s funeral and my second cousin’s sister’s mother-in-law was crying harder than I was. Even the dogs howled their mourning, sniffing forlornly at the edges of the sinking casket as it was lowered into the earth. I didn’t miss her. I wasn’t sad. All I could feel was a bland acceptance. The soil thudded onto her coffin wetly. It had started to drizzle, and black umbrellas – perfect for solemn times like this – popped open one by one. From the sky, I imagined, it would look like a large black canvas had materialized across the grass. I gripped my umbrella tightly, studying my dark gloves, shimmering in places where the pale sunlight hit them. I had no other gloves. The ones I was wearing were for dinner parties. They were itchy and I couldn’t wait to take them off. I was at our parents’ home. I wouldn’t want to leave my Dad alone in the house after mom’s demise. I stood on my bare feet in the middle of my room. My old room before I moved out of parent’s house. I took my gloves off and threw them in some dark corner in my closet. I scratched furiously up and down my arms, irritated that my father had forced me to wear gloves even if it wasn’t too cold out. He’s a fashion man. He likes doing his stuff with swag. I went inside the kitchen, prepared what to eat. Dinner that night was quiet. It was to be expected. My father and I had said nothing to each other since we got home. John did not come home that night. He was married and living with his family. Finally, my father spoke. Dad: “You’re not eating much.” The silence was awkward. I didn’t know what to say. My father cleared his throat. Dad: “You looked nice today. At the funeral.” “It was kind of warm.” “Because of the gloves. I know you didn’t want to wear them. I’m glad you did.” That didn’t touched me. I felt I was missing my mom. i never missed her before her death. Something just hit me that i’ve lost a good treasure of life. That was when I really felt for my Dad. His heartrobe is gone. He will be missing her for the rest of his life. Mom died of Cancer. No one could save her. Me: “I’m sorry, Dad.” I’m feeling for you. You will be so lonely now since mom is gone. I looked up at my father. Looked into his almost-crying eyes. I wondered if he ever did cry. Me: “Can I sleep with you tonight? We could stay up and talk about her if you like.” My father nodded silently. He almost smiled, but this wasn’t a time for smiling.

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