LOGINMaya POV.
30 minutes ago. I came out of Monalisa's room, feeling sleepy and finding my way to the bathroom, only for me to overhear weird noises along the corridor. I squinted at the large clock on the wall. It was 12 midnight. Monalisa was my best friend, and we were both in our senior year at school, about to graduate and leave for college. I was spending the night at her house because my parents traveled for a seminar in Africa, Nigeria, to be precise. They both worked for a non-governmental organisation (NGO) and were mandated to attend the program. It was supposed to be a seven-day event, so they had no issues leaving a 12th grader home alone while they went to work. However, two days into my (secluded) living, our house circuit box developed a fault and the entire house lost power. I was invited by my best friend to stay over at her house till my parents returned and repairs began. Since I was a regular visitor to Monalisa's house, my parents let me stay with her. Even her father, Mr. Jonah was happy to welcome me. Today would make it my third day at her house, pending my parents' return in two days. We all retired to bed at 9 p.m., but I woke up feeling pressed and needed to use the bathroom, only to find myself spying on my best friend's Dad making love to the housekeeper, Ms. Larisa. I had just turned eighteen a few months ago and was still a virgin. What others liked to call 'untouched.' LOL...(laugh out loud). A small snort escaped me because I knew that was a wrong perception. Being a virgin did not necessarily mean I knew nothing or that I did not know how I wanted to be touched. While I may physically be a virgin my head was filled with the weirdest type of fantasies. Yes, I was in that stage of my life where I was curious about sex. I spent my nights watching p**n and touching myself. I read every romantic book I could find and even watched documentaries on the reproductive organs of men and women. Well, mostly men. Because that was the gender I was curious about. Having spent all my time being a good student and focusing on my studies throughout High School, now I was about to graduate and move out to the outside world without experiencing sex. Not once. Most of the girls my age had already done it more than once. And I heard that if I went to college as a virgin, the boys there would target me. They had a fetish for young naive virgins. I didn't know if it was true and honestly, I didn't care. All I really wanted was to experience it once before I left high school. It was on my bucket list. Monalisa had done it already, when she turned eighteen, two months ago. As best friends, we promised to keep ourselves till we became adults, so once she crossed that bridge she immediately slept with a guy she had a crush on. As for me, there was a guy I liked. We were dating, but I was waiting till I turned eighteen which was in two days. I couldn't wait to experience sex for the first time and I was really looking forward to it. To finally experience those mind-blowing orgasms I read in books, or the sexual ecstasy I watched in movies. And I was glad I was dating a guy who was willing to wait with me till the time was right to fulfill my deepest fantasies. I was so full of anticipation. I wanted something intense and memorable. Just like what I was witnessing tonight. Even if it was only once. I wanted to feel raw pleasure and be totally dominated into submission by my passion. I was still lost in thought when I heard Mr. Jonah say, "It's my turn, now get on your knees." Fascinated, my eyes reverted back to them. I saw Ms. Larisa rise up after her leg-quaking orgasm and drop to her knees in front of him. "Open your mouth," he commanded. When she did, he fed his shaft into her mouth. She received it, swallowing it to the hilt. Then her mouth began to work the length, up and down, in and out, as she sucked it. "You love this dick, don't you?" He groaned, a vein straining in his neck. Her head bobbed in answer. Then she broke away from sucking his dick to mutter, "I wish you could fuck me every day, Papi." That made me smile and I leaned closer. I saw his hands palm her head as he drove his cock into her mouth, the mounds of his ass bucked and he pushed himself further, making her moan and lick him, taking in more of his length. Unable to stop myself, my hand found the waist of my pants and I slipped a finger inside. Finding my clitoris, I rubbed the bud. With every groan he made, I touched myself. I rubbed my clit in slow circles, savouring the feel as pleasure spread through my nerves. His hips thrust forward and I slipped a finger into my folds. He fucked her mouth and I fucked myself. It felt so good as though he was the one fucking me. With each flick of my finger in my pussy, sensations overwhelmed me, and I pictured him sliding into me. In the room, his strokes grew frenzied and he moved faster. "I think I am cuming," his voice rumbled in his chest. At his words, I noticed that my core was knotted tight and clamouring for release. "Aarrh fuckkk, I'm cuming," he groaned and pulled out his dick from her mouth. Turning to the side, he pumped his length with his hands as his sperm shot forward to the floor. Simultaneously, I felt my body vibrate as my finger grew moist with a thick fluid gushing out from my core. This felt different from what I felt before, it was electrifying and sweeter. Sensations lashed me from head to toe and I staggered back, losing my balance. I tried to prevent myself from falling, putting my elbow on a flower vase beside the door, for support. To my dismay, the flower vase bent sideways and fell, crashing to the ground. "Who's there?" I heard Mr. Jonah ask sharply as his head snapped towards the door. My hands immediately covered my mouth as I locked eyes with him through the crack in the door.Sheila POV.The security guards dragged my cousin off me before I could even process what had happened.One minute Zuki was sprawled beneath me on the airport floor, grinning like she hadn’t just robbed a seventy-something-year-old grandma in broad daylight; The next, two security officers had her by the arms, lifting her to her feet while she kicked her legs lazily like she was being carried to a spa appointment.“Watch the hair, babes,” she said airily as they hauled her away. “It’s freshly dyed.”I stared after her, rooted to the tile floor, clutching the old lady’s purse like it was a live grenade.This...this pink hurricane was my cousin?I blinked, unable to believe it.In the background, a Christmas Carol played softly, punctuating the moment: jingle bells... jingle bells... jingle all the way.I was dumbstruck, bells ringing in my head.When I finally forced my legs to move, the third security guard waiting, shuffling from foot to foot, took me straight to the security office.
Chapter 1: Airport Terminal.Sheila's POV.I stood in the airport waiting section, flipping through the file for what had to be the tenth time.Name: Zuki Mason.Gender: Female. Age. 26. Race: Caucasian. Dual Citizenship: American-born, naturalized British. Height: 5 ft 7. Physical Characteristics: Green eyes. Pink-blonde hair, pink nail polish, pink lips, pink dress, pink shoes, pink top.And beneath that rainbow of pink?23 police offenses.Pickpocketing. Shoplifting. Drag-queen performances. Stripping. Repeat graffiti vandal. Gender-fluid activist. DUI (driving under the influence). And more parking tickets than a city tow lot.Wow. What a disaster.Is this what Greg dumped on me?My eyes practically jumped out of their sockets.Hi.My name is Sheila. Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Callaghan, only sister to Greg Callaghan, a.k.a. the biggest playboy in Vegas.Wait. Scratch that.Was. Past tense. He was now a changed man.Anyway, My brother eloped with his lover, vanished from town,
Steven POV.The night air hit me as soon as we stepped out of the house. The Thanksgiving dinner was over, and Fabian asked me out for a walk.I kept my hands stuffed in my pockets, trying to appear calm, but my heart was racing.Every step next to Fabian felt both familiar and fragile.He walked beside me, silent, putting one foot ahead of the other, leading the way. Finally, he stopped on the sidewalk, leaning against the lamppost. I turned to him, my chest tightening.“You wanted a walk?” I asked, my voice rough.He nodded, his gaze fixed on the quiet street. “Yeah. I just… needed a moment alone with you.”A moment. I doubted a moment would be enough. I wanted to take all the time I could to fix everything. To undo months of disappointment, fear, and mistakes.Before now, I'd blamed Greg for abandoning everything to go after Monalisa. But now that I was in the same situation, I understood perfectly well why he'd done it.Fabian was gazing at me intensely and I felt my heart sque
Fabian POV.Dallas, Texas.27th November 2025.The smell of roasting turkey hit me the moment I stepped into the living area. Cinnamon, baked apples, pumpkin pie.The house was alive with warmth and familiarity. I paused, letting the scents wash over me. It had been four years since I’d been home for Thanksgiving, four years since I’d spoken to my parents properly. And now, after their unexpected call a few days ago, I was here, standing in my childhood home, trying to reconcile the joy of being back with the ache in my chest.My parents had told me they missed me. They said they didn’t care who I loved, that I was still their son, that nothing about my sexuality changed their love for me. At first, I thought it was a dream. I’d been so conditioned to expect judgment, disappointment, or outright rejection, that hearing acceptance made me dizzy. But it was real. I could feel it in the sincerity of their voices, in the trembling warmth of my mother’s words over the phone.They had f
Steven POV.Days passed by.I couldn't tell how many.The school kept calling and I told them I was sick. In truth, I was sick, but not in the way that they thought.I was Lovesick.I didn’t remember how long I had been sitting on the cold bathroom floor. Time had spread into a dull haze, broken only by the fading echo of my phone ringtone. My whole apartment smelled of sour whiskey and the faint chemical scent of spilled beer drying on the floor. I'd thrown up twice. Had cried more than that.But now I was just… empty.I stared at my phone lying on the tiles beside me. The screen was smeared with fingerprints, with Bailey’s name on the front page.I'd typed and deleted a dozen texts. Had almost called her at dawn, then at noon, then an hour ago—but fear always curled its fingers around my throat.She was the last person I wanted to disappoint.But I needed to speak to someone or I might truly lose my mind.Now, I reached for my phone again, feeling unsure, and very nervous. My b
Steven POV.I didn’t realize how quiet a house could be until Fabian walked out of mine.For a full minute after the door shut, I stood exactly where he left me. My breath was stuck in my chest, my heart beating painfully against my ribs, my ears ringing like I’d been hit. It didn’t feel real. It felt like a nightmare I hadn’t woken from yet. My brain kept replaying his voice: “I can’t be with someone who is ashamed of me.”The words lodged under my skin like glass splinters.And then… the silence swallowed me whole.I took one shaky breath. Then another. But the house felt wrong...empty in a way it had never felt before. His scent still lingered in my house, from my living room to my bedroom. Even on my bedsheets and pillows. I could still hear his voice in my head, that deep sensual baritone.I sank to my bed, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest.He’d chosen to leave.He’d chosen to leave me.Something inside me broke.I walked back to the kitchen, moving like a man und







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