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Gift 18+ – Season 1 – Episode 33 [Completed]

Uncle was just looking like bulldog throughout
that day, wetin concern me? Odele was
just disturbing my life even after I warned
him to vanish with the wind. I wonder
who curse that guy with 1.5 centimeter
kulikuli, I pleaded with him to leave me
alone. Am suspecting Ahmed oh! Anytime
I walk pass the gate, he will run inside
his security house. I wonder why, I go catch
am one day sha.. For now I dressed up
with long gown covering everywhere and
followed my aunt’s to the hospital. When
PHCN took light in the hospital and everywhere
was dark and terrifying, I asked myself
wetin bring me come here. I nodey plan
to be any doctor, biko. The most scary
thing that happened is when a woman
mentioned that there is a mortuary close-by,
I clung to my aunt like some ghosts are
after my life. My aunt chided me to stop
and be brave, how human being godey
brave for burial ground in the night? My
aunt eventually regretted why she brought
me to the hospital with her, she vowed
not to take me along again. No be that
one dey bother me sef, na when one man
died that night. I started crying, eventually
they restored the light and some nurses
were just teasing me, I slept off after I made
fool of myself. My aunt and I went home
the next morning, I still dey recover from
the shock of the previous night when
a strange number called. The voice sounded
like that of Ezekiel, the idiot later confirmed
himself that he is the one. That he wants
to see me, that he missed me and he
loved me very much, I simply answered
him to come to Abuja if he missed me
and ended the call. I opened my text
icon and find tons of messages from Gideon,
the kulikuli boy that puna took to Abuja.
He called and I picked, I wan hear how
em dey cope with em hard-on and excitement
with all the plans he had for my sugar-pot.

Gideon: baby, why you dey do like this? I dey wait for you.

Me: I no be baby, I dey fourteen years and fourteen years no be small pikin again.

Gideon: c’mon, you be my baby.

Me: if you need baby, impregnate that your white witch girlfriend, leave me alone.

Gideon: ahh! aahh!! You be my only girlfriend, we fit see talk about everything?

Me: how many times I go tell you, I nodey Abuja.

Gideon: where you dey?

Me: I dey different State, bye.

quickly ended the call and I barely dropped
my phone when it rang again. I realized
is nearly impossible to convince ho-rny
guys, I switched off my phone. One day
I pretended to be going out when I sighted
Ahmed running into his security house.
He has two windows, one is facing the compound
while one faced outside the confine of the compound, attached
to the fence.
The moment he saw me and ran inside
his security house leaving the bench and
radio he was listening to. Like the way
male fowl dey pursue female fowl, I went
to the opened window in the compound
and peeped, I saw Ahmed glued to the
other window wall fumbling with his agbada.
He produced very long and thin kulikuli from his agbada.
The longest I have ever seen. So my yansh
don turn to wetin go make men go crazy,
I went back inside hopefully he can find
a way to cu-m. Gift no wan buy anything
today, my uncle was chasing me all over
the house like someone who was possessed.
The moment my aunt went for night shift,
he pounced on me while I was washing
plates in the kitchen sink. I wore short
skirt and a handless top, he grabbed me
from behind not allowing me to turn.

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Me: uncle stop, I go tell aunt oh! wetin you dey do no go *I struggle*

Uncle: I know, I no know why I nofit do without putting the cap for your thing.

Me: na wetin you talk that time say na only cap, you go put.. You chuk all.

Uncle: you too sweet na em make. *pressing my bre-asts*

Me: ooohh! hooo! uncle sto…p.

Uncle: only the tip, I go just put am commot am. *raising my skirt up*

Me: I go shout wake Ella

Uncle: shiiii… shiii… you go enjoy am, no shout. *shifting my pa-nt*

Me: I go shout oh! *start fi-ngering me* assshh! I … go sh…ou oohhh!!

Uncle: *thru-st in* aahh! aaahh! chaaii! you too sweet.

started pounding me from behind, destroying
my sugar-pot. His big balls sac slapping
my cli-t, making me to moa-n louder as
he ravaged my sugar-pot with his hard
kulikuli. Pressing and moa-ning as he roared
like mating lion behind me, he pulled
after five minutes of thru-sting and cu-mmed
on the floor, he quickly put his trouser
and left the kitchen begging me not to tell
anyone that it is the handwork of devil,
I still dey wonder if na devil make em
kulikuli hard or na devil help am shift
my innocent pa-nt. I called my dad and
told him that I want to go back home, he
went mad that I want to have second pregnancy
and humiliate him, he ended the call and
warned me not to misbehave and stay
with my aunt. I wanted to tell my aunt
wetin dey happen under her nose but
the wahala be say, my aunt trusted her
husband more than anything and the
man na leader for Church. Jeez… I no
know how to take fight the man, I nofit
dey fu-ck my aunt husband is a taboo.
I think Ahmed will help me, because I
no trust myself, small touching I don we-t
my pant. Our Elder say is only a fool will
run back to a problem because it looks
like the solution.


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