I have done some unforgivable things in life. I have broken the bro-code but never in a million galaxies had I ever imagined betraying my roommate Job.
See, me and Job shared a room at Hostel M in MU. We were not just roomies but bros. Deep down, I had instinctively assumed that whatever Job called a sister, I too would call a sister.
Problem is, there’s always an animal roving within us. It is driven by emotions not some stupid theoretical knowledge. The first time my eyes landed on Job’s sister was on some photo he’d tagged her in on Facebook. Imagine those big watery hips straight' with ghee and honey, all shinning through the equatorial sun. That was Peninah aka Pesh, who I now learned was Job’s elder sibling. She was just a year older than him which explains why he had a stronger bond and was a little more protective over him.
Job only spared me from the rules. He assumed I would contain myself. I too, assumed the same. One thing I have learned in life, it does not work on assumptions especially when biological functions are concerned.
There’s this one semester than Pesh increasingly became a regular visitor to our hostel. So regular that once in a while, I assumed she was another of our roomies.
But my eyes always caught sight of her glamarous hips, tits and eyes. That was a combination that would see Uhuru stand down in 2017 if that’s what it took to win her heart.
On this one day. It’s always that one day. Pesh pays a visit to the hostel. Unknown to her, Job had just joined her course on a tour to Eastern region so he was to be away for two days. But Pesh had not just paid a visit, she was here to spend at least three days.
I would have handled everything that comes with having a female creature in the same room had she not taken to the next step of heading out to the shower. She came out with the eaters dripping, towel wrapped around her body. Oh what a sight it was.
Before long, my anaconda had shot up in the air. I tried to hide it but the smile Pesh gave me was one of someone acknowledging it.
Being a master in these things. I told her that she should dry herself properly. It was as though she’d rehearsed this with me. She joked that I should help dry her after all what were brothers for. It was in the drying that my whole world came to a stand-still. I don’t recall the next steps but next thing I knew we were on Job’s bed humping hard on her like there was no tomorrow.
Funny I did not even hear any of the notifications that kept buzzing on my phone. Later on, when we took a break, I realized my girlfriend had sent in messages saying she was outside my room that I should open. Those messages had been sent an hour back. Next was her angry phone call saying she was now already back to her place all annoyed with asshole behaviour. If only she knew that I was on a voyage to heaven.
Long story short. I did not use protection on Pesh. It was skin to skin. This was repeated for the next days until she left just before Job came back. Stupid of her, she told Ken of her visit but cut out the major details.
When Job was back, he was to find his duvet outside hanging by the lines. He expressed happiness that I had helped him wash his duvet. Couldn’t he notice the patch of juices that was reminiscent of the bedroom ecstasy I had carried out with his sister.
Anyway, I am not good at keeping secrets but now that graduation is over and Job’s sister is in her final semester, I hope he won’t kill me when he reads this. After all, incest is not a crime as long as it’s your roommate’s sister.
To Pesh, one good turn deserves another. I am still in MU dear Pesh if you are reading this.
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