MY AUNT’S HUSBANDEPISODE 1 My parents died when I was just 10 years old,not having another sibling or relative who was ready to accept me my mom’s only sister Belinda accepted me. She wasn’t married at that time but she had a fiance and they got married two years later. For about 2 years if marriage my aunt couldn’t concieve. She and her husband Josh went to different hospitals but they usually said nothing was wrong with them. Uncle Josh was running out if patience,as a rich man with many properties and assets he wanted a son who will take over his legacy and he wasn’t ready for adoption as all IVF sessions didn’t work either.Uncle Josh opted for surrogacy but Aunt Belinda wouldn’t want to hear anything of such. She was a very jealous woman who didn’t want to share her man with anyone. She knew if she allowed that she might be using her hand to tear her family apart. She badly wanted them to have kids but she wasn’t ready to let a random woman,more like a stranger into her home for the same I’d helping her to carry her child. According to her 9 months was more than enough to destroy her home.I started noticing that the way uncle Josh looked at me changed. I didn’t know if I should tell aunt Belinda,but what was I gonna tell her if I was to tell her. This continued for a very long time and I decided to out a blind eye to it because I saw it as nothing. I was in ss3 at that time, preparing for waec and jamb. I was still in between the decision of writing jamb that year or the next. Aunt Belinda usually called me chinwe but my name is chinwendu. I preferred my native name to Olivia (my English name),but whichever goes.Aunt Belinda loved me so much and I loved her too. I prayed for her everyday because I didn’t want her family to crash because of her inability to give birth. She cried almost every day and the crying was worst any day her mother inlaw comes to visit. Even if the doctor said nothing was wrong with them she still had her doubts since she couldn’t still give birth. Her mother inlaw found every little chance to taunt her and remind her of her predicament. One time I tried talking back at her mother inlaw for calling aunt Belinda barren but it only earned me and slap from her mother inlaw saying I was disrespectful.Uncle Josh would always stare at my backside whenever I walked pass him or mistakenly bump into me and squeeze my butt at the process. Things were really suspicious with him but I didn’t see him as that kind of person. He was a man of integrity as aunt always said. He respected himself and God also,so I didn’t think much of it at first but I started having second thoughts after I caught him peeping me in the bathroom mutiple times.On Saturday as usual aunt Belinda had gone to the market and she usually stays for a long time leaving me and uncle Josh at home. After I was done cleaning the rooms and every other places that needed cleaning I went to aunt’s room to do some cleaning too. I did that every Saturday as I don’t have to meet to do it during the week because of school. As I was cleaning uncle Josh came out of the bathroom with just a towel on and water dripping from his body.I excused myself but as I was heading back he called me back and said I should continue that he didn’t mind. I sure told him I mind but he said I should continue. It was hard to concentrate with all the manliness in front of me. He removed the towel from his waste and told me to look over to him. Of course I dare not look over and my heart was thumping so hard, before I could process what was happening he was already at my back squeezing my butt.‘Olivia don’t tell me you haven’t seen this before,so why are you acting all shy and rigid with me,come on don’t you see I like you. I want you to give me kids since your aunt can’t’, don’t need scared okay or are you a virgin’..

TÀINTED INNOCENCEWhen news of my teenage daughter's pregnancy spread like wildfire through the village, our lives took a dramatic turn. We faced a lot of persecutions from the villagers. While my husband was constantly teased by the men in every social gathering, my competitors in the market taunted me day and night. There was no peace. “They said that your daughter is pregnant? Heya. Sorry ohh”. They would gather around my space, pretending to pity my condition, but seconds after they left, they would burst into thunderous laughter. Even the ones I knew I was better than, everyone taunted me, always seeking an opportunity to remind me of the situation. And It didn't end in the market. It extended even to the church. My position as the woman leader was called into question too. “If she cannot take care of only one daughter, one small daughter, how would she be able to control us? Women of timber and calibers?”. The women argued during the meeting. ..This was a role I had held for nearly five years.All I did was sit in a corner, drying my tears occasionally. My daughter's friends weren't left out; they passed by the house every opportunity they got, just to catch a glimpse of the pregnant Deborah. Some of the daring ones had even walked into the compound on several occasions. “We only came to say hello”. They would say with mockery in their voices. It's not as if it is a new thing, we have a handful of teenagers getting pregnant and giving birth every day, while living in their fathers' houses, both within the village and beyond. However, Deborah's situation stood out because she was the last person anyone expected to find themselves in such circumstances. What do I mean? You might be asking. My daughter was not like every other child. She was devoted to the things of God. She was that kind of child who had a burning passion for the things of God. We are Roman Catholics. At the tender age of seven, she joined the lay readers and started reading lessons in masses. At nine, she became an altar girl. By ten, she was already assisting in the children's department.Unlike most of her peers, Deborah had no time for gossip and childish displays. Her routine consisted of her school, our home, and the church. Whenever she is not in the church, she is either at home reading her books or in rare cases, helping me out in the market…no time for worldly pleasure.My husband and I didn't bother her at all. We allowed her to participate in those activities since that was the thing that made her happy. However, we intervened when we noticed she started getting close to the reverend sisters in our parish, as we were worried she might consider joining the convent, which isn't what we envision for our only child. To that effect, we withdrew her from the Catholic school to a government college, still in the village. Even academically, my daughter excelled. She was the best. All the women in the community envied me, and when I talk in meetings and public gatherings, I never fail to refer to my daughter as a perfect example of what a child from a godly home should be. Infact, I was a proud mom until that fateful Friday afternoon, when she suddenly fell ill at school and I was called to come pick her up.We initially suspected ordinary malaria, so her dad took her down to the village chemist for treatment. When she didn't improve, I took her to the hospital for testing. The results revealed a shocking truth: my 18-year-old daughter was three weeks pregnant. I was stunned and initially disputed the diagnosis, but confirmation from two other hospitals erased every doubt...Deborah was indeed pregnant. This story belongs to Joy Ifunanya. My world shattered. As though she hasn't done enough damage to the family's reputation, my daughter refused to mention who got her pregnant or even admit to the fact that she has been deceiving us …she insisted she was a virgin.“These results are fãke, mama. I am not pregnant”. She denied it. “Deborah, I am not here to joke with you. For the last time, who got you pregnant?”. Her father howled at her. “Papa, I am not pregnant. I mean, how can I be pregnant when I don't even have a boyfriend? No man has ever seen my nákedn…”. Before she completed the last statement, her father landed her a slap across the face.She got angry and ran outside. She ran into a neighbor's. And that was it. Before the next morning, news was all over the village. “Mama Mary”. That became my new name. All the tactics my husband and I employed in order to make her confess was futile. She insisted she was a virgin all through the period of her pregnancy and even after my grandson was born. Her father called the child's name Joshua. But the villagers called him Jesus…Baby Jesus. “Here comes the virgin grandmother. The only woman whose grandson was conceived through the power of the holy spirit”. That became a new anthem among my fellow women. In all these, I kept mute…I had nothing to

💍A NightIn his bed _____________🔞Chapter 1 💨{A decisive plan}Vanessa povIt was definitely that night, I still remember the foul smell of liquor and the loud clamour of young adults ready to experience the satisfaction of the night with lustful acts.His cruel eyes as he forced his way into me.Banging me with no ounce of remorse.The night I got in his bed.Just a night and everything changed.“So pretty.” Faith my elder sister complimented me.“Big sis, tonight is going to be so different.” I said gazing into space.“I see, of course it should when you will get to see your crush Thomas.” She replied teasingly and repositioned herself on the bed.“I told you already, am not crushing on him.” I replied already blushing by her words.My name is Vanessa 18 years and in final year of high school.Am one of the most pretty and brilliant students in school and because of that almost every boy in school wants to date me.Including the richest playboy in school Thomas.I wouldn’t say I don’t like him, am just the type that loves playing hard to get.“Are you done?” My sister asked calling back my attention.“Of course.” I replied.I take my final look at the mirror checking out my curves and my toned big ass.My high waist trouser which extremely brings out my curves not only that my crop top that clearly reveals the mid rif of my tummy.If you ask me I’m dressed to kill, to make them all crazy just like I always do.My parents aren’t in the country so I have all the time in the world.I winked at the mirror and dashed out to the parking garage with my sister.We got into the car and drove off to the party, a party held at Thomas place for his birthday.It’s going to be great.Thomas povI stretched my body to its full 5’10 length, my whole body aching deliciously.It must have been due to the little fun I had last night.I got off my bed, my pants and clothes all lieing on the floor.I looked at Janet my classmates on the bed and chuckled softly as a piece of last night flashed through my memories.She does know how to get a man begging for more.The name is Thomas, I don’t need to do much introduction.Just know am the handsome one and the playboy that loves to bang on any p***y.Rich, sexy what else should I say.Yes, am a Playboy infact I love that name.A Playboy that makes any girl cry and beg on his bed.That’s exactly who I am.I got into the bathroom to take a quick bath, tonight is going to be different too.A lot of bitches will be around since it’s my birthday.After my bath I came out with my bathrobe and saw Janet trying to dress up.I looked at her neck down to her ass.It jiggles up as she tries to force it into her jeans.“Hmm… That ass!” I muttered silently and approached her.I held it into my hands and squeezed the full mass of those wondrous globe into my hands.My one-eyed monster already rising.“What are you doing?” She jerked me off sounding displeased.“What do you mean? Am just trying to have some fun.” I replied and bit her earlobe into my mouth.“See, am not like those cheap girls that you sleep around with, I just had s3x with you because I was horny and I want to.” She lashed out.Why is she being difficult when I never even begged her for it, that’s just it, I never begged any of them before they came crawling on my bed.They all did it out of their own free will except for this particular girl, Vanessa!Such a pain in the ass, but no matter what I will be sure to have that girl on my bed.“Ok, it’s alright.” I said and spanked her ass.“Whatever.” She hissed and left.Bitch!Vanessa’s povI arrived at the party with my sister Faith.The whole place was filled with boys and girls partying away the night.I entered into the crowd which was full of wanton lustful desires.Several boys and girls in thrilling contacts, kisses and lewd romance.“This should be fun.” Faith my sister said.“It will be.” I replied assuredly.“You see that guy over there?” She said signalling with her head.“What about him?” I asked.“I like him.” She replied and giggled.for more interesting and exciting stories hi phoenix on WhatsApp+2348036956471 to be add to our whatapp group“If you like him then go, we only have tonight, enjoy yourself to the fullest.” I said with a little words of encouragement.“Ok.” She replied and left me standing in a spot.Tonight is the only time we have to enjoy ourselves before our parents comes back and we can’t just let that pass us by.My sister is in her first year in university, 20 years of age and very pretty.We have always wanted to experience a youths’ wild night and tonight seems to be living up to expectations.I need to get myself a guy too.Thomas povLater at night the party soon started with the help of my friends Paul and Joe.Am the only child of my parents so I get to do anything I want at anytime with no one to question me.Tonight makes everything perfect since my own parents are not around on my birthday, so I will have all the fun in the world.Th