Sex with a Ghost 1&2

Raindrops bounced off the ground. The spokes of the wheel blurred, each stranded together all at once. The sound of loose mud beneath the tires created a noise akin to metallic music. The speed brought the cold rain into my face; my eyelids flickered till I decided to shut them. My green polo gave up on keeping my body dry a while ago.

Not caring if the water soaks through to chill my skin. I was lost in thought, thinking about what will happen when I get to Aunt Uka's house. Will she welcome me with open arms? Or will she be gravely mad at me? That is what most women would do, you can't blame her. She brought me to Lagos to help my life and how did I pay her back? I broke her husband's head with a wine bottle. What happened to Uncle Philip? What about the girl he was having sexual intercourse with? How did she escape? Did Aunt Uka meet her naked and tied to her master bed? I tried picturing her reaction but failed. One thing is certain though, she is a no-nonsense woman.

"Oga, we should stop and rest oh, the rain is getting serious?" the motorcyclist warned, pulling me out from my ocean of thoughts.

"No," I said as some cold drops of rain entered my mouth.

"Oga, what did you say?"

I pulled closer to him, brought my mouth closer to his ears and screamed

"No! Keep going, we will soon get there!"

Uncle Philip will get me arrested if he sets his eyes on me. There is no doubt about that in my heart. So to avoid that, I will take the back door to enter the house and head straight to my room. Collect my things and head back to the church until things calm down.

"This is a bad idea. So many things can go wrong" the voice in my head warned.

"How?" I worried.

"What if you killed Uncle Philip?"

"That's not possible; a bottle to the head can't kill someone"

"Are you sure?"

"If Uncle Philip is dead… then am walking into a death trap" a sudden regret washed over me, increasing the cold and my skin crawled in gooseflesh. "Why did I even hit him in the first place? I should have quietly left him to continue what he was doing. What will I tell Aunt Uka that pushed me into killing her husband? I was still lost in wonderment when the motorcycle pulled over and the motorcyclist said

"Oga, we are at the address you gave me!"

"Thanks" I jumped down from the bike "Please find a place, and shield yourself from the rain. I will be back very soon"

"Oga, your money has added. This wasn't our original agreement" he answered.

I forced a smile "That won't be a problem. Just wait for me. I will be back very in seconds"

"No problem" he came down and pulling his motorcycle to while I hurried to the gate.

My heart drumming in my chest, my body shaking already from cold, I knocked weakly on the Iron Gate. After about three knocks, it gave way. Which was odd, but I ignored it and hurried to the back of the house, carefully so I don't get caught. The back door was unlocked; I pushed it slightly and in I went, romancing the wooden rail with my wet hand and leaving a trail of water on the white tiles. I took the stairs heading straight to my room.

In the room, I quickly carried the bag I returned from the village with. On my way back to the stairs I decided to check on Uncle Philip just to be sure they are alright.

"That's bad. Don't go in there!" the voice in my head warned.

"Let me just check whether Uncle Philip is alive…" I argued.

"What does it matter? Let's just keep going till we are out of here"

Ignoring the warning, I got close to the door and was embraced by a faint banging sound coming from the inside. Hands shaking, out of breath, I gently twisted the door handle but was met with firm resistance as the door was locked.

"This is a sign, let's get out of here now" the voice returned.

My back turned against the door and about leave, I suddenly heard a soft female moan from inside the room. It was the voice of Aunt Uka. They must be enjoying themselves.

"So, Aunt Uka and husband are back at it? She didn't find the girl from yesterday? How can she be having sex with him after what he did?" I interrogated.

Dismissing the warnings of the voice, I reduced my height till my eyes were at the level of the keyhole and from there I peeped in to see Aunt Uka naked, her hair scattered like a thatched house. She was riding a man that mocks the size of Uncle Philip. This young man enjoying the ride had both hands under his head and eyes closed.

Unable to identify him, I watched keenly, waiting to see his face. The pleasure ride continued with my Aunt enjoying every bit of it. I could tell from the broad smile on her face, the fast pace at which she rotated her waist on the dick of this stranger and scattering her hair in the process. I could tell she was screaming and moaning in pure pleasure though I couldn't hear a thing.

The man tried rising up to reach for her breast but she pushed him back down and pinned him with both hands on his flat hairless chest. She bent down on him till her breasts were touching his chest. She accelerated the waist movement, I heard her moan like her head was about to explode and a few seconds afterwards, she collapsed on the man shaking like someone receiving an electric shock.

When her orgasm passed, the stranger without cuddling or kissing her, sat up and face the door, washed in dissatisfaction. To prevent myself from screaming in disbelief and disappointment, I quickly covered my mouth with my right hand.