SISTER NENE

SISTER NENE – By Chukwudi Raphaelmary

Nene is my second eldest sister as I lost my eldest sister years ago though no one ever told me what killed my first eldest sister but sister Nene is not really my sister by birth. She is the daughter of the wife of the son of the wife of the father of the wife of my own father. Understand it as you may.

She is very close to me and tells me virtually everything that happens to her. Mother even said I took after her as she was always around the house when I was still in the belly. She is nine years my elder and she is twice my age.

She knows everything about me and I, in turn, know many things about her including what she likes and things she doesn’t like.

I call her strange sometimes because she doesn’t eat common foods that people eat like sweets.

When mother left for a business trip with dad, she was invited to the house to stay with me.

We would wake up in the morning, do chores and eat breakfast that stretches for over one hour as we would play while eating.

Then we would take our baths and she would dress and make me up like a big girl and we would parade down our street looking for young boys to tease.

We are so close that she even tells me secret not meant for my young ears.

But she began being secretive and wouldn’t tell me things after the boy that lives next door called her pretty. She will leave the house alone without me, roll her eyes when I inquire about the boy, answer late night calls, shout at me when I asked if I could go out with her and even invited that boy to the house, something she has never done before.

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As bad as it is but I developed a strong hatred for that boy as he snatched sister Nene away from me. He made sister Nene channel all her attention to him instead of I. I even said dirty and bad words against him the day sister Nene left me alone in the house of which the Reverend sisters that live down the mission would have rebuked me to wash my mouth with soap and bleach if they have heard.

Then one afternoon, she sent me away to play at my friend’s house but I smelt something fishy and had to hide at the back of our house instead of going to Amaka’s house.

I watched from my hiding place as that boy next door walked up to our door and gave a single tap and the door was opened for him. He slipped in and I shadowed him as my curiosity got the better of me.

I stood surreptitiously by the window of the room I share with sister nene in order to see what they were doing inside. Though I couldn’t hear their exact words as their conversation sounded more like mumbling to me due to distance difference but I saw them clearly from my vintage.

I watched jealously as sister Nene giggled like a small girl when he whispered something into her ears. I longed to hear what he told her and would have even given up my Sunday meat as I have never been able to make sister beam radiantly like a star as the boy did.

I watched interestingly as the boy put his hand into his trousers and looked up expectantly at sister Nene.

I watched confusingly as sister Nene raised up her hands in opposition still smiling sweetly at the boy but moved a bit farther from him.

I watched angrily as he approached her again, patted her back in assurance and slowly pushed his hand inside his trousers again.

I watched furiously as he bought it out from his trousers and I saw its head glistening red like flame.

I closed my eyes with my fingers but still made a little space to see what sister Nene was going to do as I was very curious.

I watched with longing as sister Nene reluctantly stepped towards him and put the whole length of it inside her mouth with a grimace.

I watched enviously as sister Nene sucked enthusiastically with all her might as I was very sure it was her first time.

I watched hatefully as the boy closed his eyes in deep pleasure and victory.

I watched without looking as she spat out milky liquid from her mouth after a long suck, frowning her face initially before exploding in a drum of smiles and guffaws.

I watched with resentment as he brought it out again and offered sister Nene with a big grin on his face. I watched happily as she refused blatantly and motioned him towards the door.

I forcefully left my hiding place as I heard their footsteps approaching the door. After about fifteen minutes, I went back to the house with malice on my mind, resolved never to talk to sister Nene again. But immediately I entered, she joyfully cuddled me and lamented on how she has been missing out ever since. She explained to me her escapade with the boy next door and the pure bliss she felt when she was with him.

She just explained how delicious the milk stick sweet covered with a red wrapper which the boy next door gave to her was. She revealed not knowing what made her hate sweets at first. She even gave me the second sweet the boy had offered as she had declined it for me.

So I and sister Nene are still friends. Sometimes we beg the boy next door or any guy we see around for sweets especially the milk stick sweet with a red wrapper as sister Nene said she prefers them to others.

 

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2 comments on SISTER NENE

  1. Mike Anya says:

    Lol.
    Nice one.

  2. mikeanya says:

    Lol.
    Nice one!

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SISTER NENE

By Chukwudi Raphaelmary

Nene is my second eldest sister as I lost my eldest sister years ago though no one ever told me what killed my first eldest sister but sister Nene is not really my sister by birth. She is the daughter of the wife of the son of the wife of the father of the wife of my own father. Understand it as you may.

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