The lockdown

It was our parents' idea that we meet at least once in three years, ostensibly to avoid cases where cousins find themselves in relationships.

"I can't even imagine what I would do if you me your cousin in the city and bloated her unknowingly, such events are so important in any extended family," my mom would be heard advocating for the same. She obviously knew that despite his son's innocence and the looks similar to that of one who would never even hurt a fly, deep down he knew what I was capable of.

The social media group was already running, all the cousins were evidently excited about this whole thing, they just couldn't wait for the day to pop; I was excited too, only that I had issues pressing me to the wall, fares had hiked, many people, some who travelled a long way to the city for my graduation a few years back and later heard that I had found a job in a reputable engineering firm expected much from me. I went home nevertheless, looking all sharp and decent, I was happy to see many of my relatives, sexy cousin sisters who had transformed into sexy, smooth skinned girls that would leave the village boys dropping their jaws in excitement, I was too, despite the relations, all I could do was curse whichever reason that turned us into relatives.

Mr. Nicholas, my dearest uncle was at the center stage, making sure everything was in pure order, his daughter Salome, a third year medicine student in the city was blazing hot, she was all over me and always felt bad whenever any village girl talked to me, at first I thought it was her nature, especially when we had not met in a while. Uncle Nicholas had slaughtered three goats for us, we ate to our fill, belched and spent the night catching up with Salome, she told me a lot of things, the things that sounded so private for anyone to share with anybody, obviously she felt so comfortable and confident around me.

"We all stay in the city but how come we have never met?" I asked.

"Imagine I don't know, if I had known how handsome you have grown, I swear I could have come looking for you, ain't too late though," she said and changed the entire perception of things. Back in the city, I had made some girl pregnant, I wasn't in any moods to make love to anyone despite the many village girls that looked forward to my showing interest in them.

"No worries, you have grown into a very sexy and beautiful girl too, am sure the village boys are salivating seriously," I said in a quest to reciprocate her comments.

"Thanks dear, I know am cute, but not in their league," she said and adjusted her boobs, perhaps a way to entice me but I strongly capitalized on the fact that we were cousins forever.

"Poor them, am feeling so sleepy," I confessed before she woke up quickly and suggested that we could spend a night in her room, the kind of guts Salome had forced me to put her in that same category with other campus fuckholics. We left for her room and I remember falling in bed with a thud, but with all my clothes on, everyone in my shoes could have done the same but Salome took advantage of her apartment at the servant quarters where no one knew about the things she did, she started dancing seductively while removing her fabrics, I closed my eyes and pretended to be damn sleepy but owing to the fact that eyes do not have curtains, I was watching her every move before she finally joined me, all naked and hot.

"Here we go, let's have a nap dear cousin," she said, sliding under the blanket and passing her bare legs across mine, at this point, I pretended to be snoring. Her hand was now finding its way under my pants, something that inevitably made me hard, this was a terrible night if I may say. I moved my hand while still snoring and touched her pussy, the naughty Salome grabbed it and pushed it to her pussy, something that compelled me to "wake up" and ask what the matter was, looking and sounding really vexed. I knew how industrious I was and my potential to bloat any woman that squeezed me between her juicy legs, I therefore pitied Salome who was now lying in bed and looking all hot and ripe for dick.

"Don't you want to have some good time?" she asked me straight in the face, spreading her legs and exposing her pink wet crack that was literally hot and begging for some action.

"Are you okay Salome? We are cousins for crying out loud, what if we are caught?" I asked questions which Salome would hear none of, indeed, a horny woman can be very stubborn.

"Look here my hunk cousin, I have always liked you, being your cousin gives me an even bigger advantage, especially when we would fuck without anyone noticing so come on, give me some dick, ride your uncle's bike, no one has ever been shot dead for doing this," Salome convinced me, physically trying to pull my pants off.

"Come on, I see you are also hard, you like me too Kamani, mere company without some good time is a no for me," she said the moment my shaft sprouted out hard from her seductions. She pinned me down and climbed me, Salome's hand grabbed my shaft and pushed it in her already wet pussy that was literally dripping with sweetness. I was completely weak and helpless, tired too but I could still remember how hot her inner walls were. She had promised me that she would never moan loudly to raise eyebrows but the moment she started riding my tool that was now hard, curved and facing heaven, she started dirty talking and moaning coupled with her ass hitting my balls from under and sounding like clapping loudly all together, something that compelled me to grab her waist to stop her from riding me and even covered his mouth. The voices and footsteps outside were becoming louder; our other cousins were scavenging for places where thy could lay their heads and have some rest.

"Fuck, what are these maggots looking for?" she asked, still seated on my shaft and chewing it with her pussy muscles the moment the door was knocked. Salome eventually woke up and wore her clothes before she gave me a blanket and instructed me to rush to the couch and pretend to be dead asleep, I obeyed. She opened the door and welcomed them in, with this, I understood the reason why people say women should both be respected and feared. I covered myself and enacted some snoring voices, listened to their naughty chit chats about how hot I already was under the sheets. I wondered why I had a bunch of naughty girls for cousins, I prayed hard that none of them engineered a three, four or fivesome because I was not in any way ready for such. I slept on the couch until the next morning and thanked he creator for not letting anything closer to a group orgy to befall me. I couldn't stay for any other longer because my cash was already running out, my insecurity around Salome and any other female cousin who may have had the same antics, Salome always called, blamed me for leaving her without pure satisfaction but I was better far away from her than closer.

My journey back to the city was a safe one, with little people and a clear road, all sanctified by my mother's early morning prayers. It felt good to be back in the city, a place where many people regard as a university of life where people clinch fortunes while others waste themselves.

The year had just ended, many, including me, had not hit the set target but was happy that I could still breath, the normal self-consolation about new year resolutions was clearly in order, resuming work in high gears, struggling with the long January, almost sleeping on an empty belly to make ends meet. Things started picking up until the world experienced a pandemic. The panic button had just been pressed, the entire thing sounded so horrible that the term together as one stopped making sense, some of us thought we could never survive, owing to the fact that squeezing sexy girls on our chest was one of the hobbies inscribed in our curriculum vitae, the fear of being pushed away from such privileges really terrified the pussy addicts in my category.

Social media was on fire, pictures of people struggling to breath, others fallen and lying on the grounds of malls and streets really scared the hell out of us, the imagination of impromptu demises disgusted me to the brim.

"Wash your hands, keep social distancing, alcoholic sanitizers and face masks decorated the pockets and faces of the populace; even those sanctified humans of the cloth were forced to smell of alcoholic stuff, the only crime worth prosecuting was that of walking around with unmasked mouths.

Days stretched in weeks, then months when the serious news broke like glass, the first case was reported, schools closed, churches too, so etching that somehow angered the clergy but as we all know it, the government's muscles are too much to even think of a contest with that individuals.

Companies also closed, commuter vehicles were also made to carry passengers in scattered patterns, this one was felt as a personal mien by the government to halt the existence of a few men, including Kamani Mukhumbo, who would fall terribly sick if he didn't launch a new bedroom warmer project every week. I wished I could mobilize a few people of the same interest but imagining the ki d of beating from the government's security officials, I feared for my smooth but muscular skin, besides, trending on social media for such advocacies would perhaps make me the country's laughing stock, so etching that has pushed many into suicidal attempts, I love life, humanity too but some people piss me off sometimes.

Every day the updates by the ministry of health literally boiled our intestines, the lazy daughters of men who had converted their pussies into multi-million empires also experienced a cut in their incomes, videos, memes and audio files of slay queens complaining about being abandoned by their bellied tycoons who would fuck them a little and belch big chunks of cash kept us busy while we either dwelt in isolations and self-quarantine.

As much as the dry-spell bit terribly, one was supposed to thank heavens that they were alive and kicking.

Anyone who sorounded themselves with dick and pussy hungry humans may have been termed the luckiest of the times, I may happily consider myself in this category, courtesy of my next door neighbor's wife who would always wink, smile and even visit my house occasionally.

Like a real tactician, crafted by my late grandpa, a former philosopher in women matters and things at large, even when he never stepped foot in any educational institution, I simply bit my finger and smiled at how this woman ladled herself on my plate.

"If she is not your sister, cousin or relative at large, squeeze yourself between her legs and spit cum in her cunt," grandpa always sounded bulgur but with time, I realized he made all the sense in the world, after all, without sex, where would you be?

Gideon's wife was sexy, they had barely spent three months on the plot but judging from the chemistry cooking between us, she obviously liked me and my single and simple way of living. Her bubbly ass that she deliberately didn't wrap it in her inner pants, sexy, tiny boobs with pointed nipples gave me a kind of discomfort every time she showed up, the worst moments was when her husband was away on bread winning missions.

"In this world, fear two things among the many dangerous ones, someone's piece of land and someone's woman, the two are easy tickets to hell," my old wise white haired grandpa would always warn but from the way Aisha portrayed herself, I was ready for the ticket.

Life went on as I took my time to scheme and set my traps right, from the little information I gathered, perhaps from Gideon's involuntary withdrawal symptoms, I knew he was finding it hard to survive at a time where bars and restaurants were all closed indefinitely.

"Make friends with this guy, that could be the only easy way to his wife," the voices in my head suggested, at some point I convened a monologue meeting and asked myself questions, at the end, I concluded that the voices must have come straight from the devil himself, my goodness.

Normally, anyone sane should have been frightened and pulled back but to me, "the devil" had convinced me, I began drawing myself closer to the two, saying hi and even sharing the surplus fruits in the guise that they were too many for me and that they would go bad if no one helped me eat them.

A few weeks later, Gideon was a buddy already, he could visit and have some chat, joke about the challenges that comes with marriage and so forth, every time he visited, I could always serve him a glass from my beer collection, what else do you expect from someone who finally felt at home again after a long spell of throat dryness?

"You are so kind Kamani, if anyone ever messes with you, let me know so we may send him to their graves," Gideon, now drunk and happy always said. With all the rapport and friendship, his wife slowly started coming to my house with him, we could sometimes either cook at theirs or mine, eat and talk till late since we all stayed closer, the curfew hours that had been imposed by the government didn't bother our peace any bit.

"I thought I would die but then the heavens got my back, am happy to know you Kamani," Giddy, as his wife always called him, said.

I laughed and told him that it was okay, what were friends for?

As we (the three of us) sat and celebrated, Giddy and his wife sat on the opposite side of the couch, holding each other in a deep gesture of love and harmony, but as much as my new tipsy friend thought he was enjoying the moment, I was literally staring at his wife's hairy pussy between her intentionally parted legs.