We said our goodnights, and he retired to his bedroom, almost missing his step on the first stair. A few seconds later, I decided I had had enough of the show and proceeded to switch the TV off. I slipped my feet into my slip-ons and made my way up the stairs to my room.

I was standing in the corridor with a hand placed on the knob of my door when I heard something that sounded like a shriek, followed by chuckling. Honestly, I was going to ignore it, but then I heard it again, and my curiosity got the best of me. I traced the sound down the hallway to the master bedroom – the double door at the end of the corridor – and pressed my ear to the wooden door.

Voices.

I could make out their conversation if I listened intently.

“Uche, you’re drunk again,” I heard aunty Kathy saying.

“Just a couple of drinks with the boys, drunk?” I heard him reply, “c’mon baby, you know the only thing I’m drunk on is desire.”

She chuckled. I heard them kiss and then I heard someone shuffle their weight across the bed; probably uncle Uche because he’s heavier.

The kissing sounds became heavier, punctuated by sporadic low moans and erotic talk. “Ohh, Uche, you know what happens when you touch me like that,” or “come closer, baby” aunty Kathy would say. I can only imagine that uncle Charles obliged.

It only took a few more moments before I heard intense moaning, followed by a sound I assume to be the banging of the headboard against the wall. Aunty Kathy was moaning heavily now, and uncle Charles was adlibbing her melodious cries of ecstasy with low-pitched growls of his own.

“Ooh, Uche! I ga e gbu m!” I heard aunty Kathy whimper in a voice that didn’t sound like hers, and then her voice trailed off before it spiked again like it did whenever he thrust deeper. You could tell because the subtle sound of the headboard banging against the wall became so intense that I was convinced there was no way their wall paintings could have remained hanging.

I was stunned. I had been in that house for almost two weeks since the University Association declared their warning strike and I had never heard anything of that sort. Maybe I just hadn’t been paying enough attention because a few days later, I witnessed a similar occurrence, only much worse.

It was a Sunday, and aunty Kathy was throwing one of her world-famous barbecues. Uncle Charlie’s parents had whisked the kids over to their house immediately after church, and the house was teeming with guests. Uncle Charlie donned a sexy “Kiss the Chef” apron as he stood above the large outdoor grill cooking burger patties while aunty Kathy moved around, ensuring that everyone had enough drinks in their glasses and mirth in their spirit.

After we had waved the last guests goodbye, aunty Kathy sent Sisi, her housekeeper, and me out on a couple of errands. Sisi didn’t know how to drive, so it was my job to chauffeur us to and from our destination. We hadn’t gotten very far when I realized that I didn’t have my ATM card with me. All the money aunty Kathy had given me for the trip was safely tucked away in my bank account. I hissed and made a U-turn.

I parked outside and buzzed for the gateman to let me in. I got inside the house and dashed for my room to retrieve my purse and head back out, but I froze at what I saw through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. Uncle Charlie and Aunty Kathy were together on the balcony – they obviously weren’t expecting me to be home so early.

Aunty Kathy was leaning over the railing, and Uncle Charlie was behind her, squatted between her legs. Her flowery tea party dress was lifted over her bum and her red lacy lingerie dangled around one ankle. He ran his palms over her bum, gently nuzzling his head left and right, stroking up and down. She moaned and bent lower to give him easier access. He sucked earnestly, moving his head back and forth, glistening his thumb with saliva before sinking it deep into her asshole. Aunty Kathy caught her breath in her throat, “Ucheeee!” she cried sharply.

The sound of his name escaping her lips probably got his juices flowing. He stood up slowly, leaving a trail of little kisses from her butt up to her spine and then to the back of her neck. Aunty Kathy stood up too; and reaching behind to curl her arms around his neck, she pulled him down to kiss her lips. Her upraised arms gave Uncle Charlie’s hands room to roam freely about the front of her body, massaging her breasts and thighs as he kissed her. He undid the zip of her dress and fetched one plump breast out through the neckline, pinching the nipple ever so tenderly between his wet fingers. She sucked in air through gritted teeth and called out his name again – music to his ears.

She still had her hands wrapped around his neck when I noticed him take his hands off her body to the fly of his trousers. He undid his belt in no time, pulling his briefs down just enough to reveal his red hot erection. I am embarrassed to admit that I stopped for a moment to admire it; it was so beautiful, so powerful, so virile. He rubbed it against her naked bum for a moment, moaning deeply into the ears.

“I want you, baby,” he was saying, as he pressed himself against her. She clung to him tighter and leaned back to kiss him again. Uncle Charlie broke off the kiss so abruptly, bent her over, and rammed his meat into her slimy wetness. I wasn’t aware that humans were capable of making the savage sounds that escaped from Aunty Kathy’s throat.

Uncle Charlie was moaning too now, holding her by the hips and thrusting so firmly. He wasn’t stopping or slowing down, only a few times when he stopped to lift one of her legs over the railing or to bend her over further over.

Aunty Kathy was becoming erratic, she reached behind her and dug her fiery red nails into the flesh of his bum.

“Aahhh, wa-it, babyyy, wait, I’m cummi…” her body broke into a round of muscle spasms, and uncle Charles briefly took himself out of her, as a steady flow of liquid trickled down her shaky leg.

He was kissing the back of her neck, slowly guiding her down from her climax. He nibbled on her ear lobe; “open up for me” he softly implored, and taking the first signal as a yes, he rammed into her again.

This time, he didn’t slow down until a deep, guttural moan escaped from the back of his throat. His thrusts became shallower, more strained. He moaned again, rolling his hips back and forth, trying to taste every inch of her, then he sighed deeply and pulled himself out. The excess of his semen dripped from between Aunty Kathy’s legs and dolloped to the ground.

I ran off quickly before they would turn around and catch a glimpse of me. Sisi asked me why I had taken so long and why I had a stupid stunned look on my face. I made up some silly excuse and drove off quickly.

Now I lay in bed, pensive. Sometimes I have to press my thighs tightly together to prevent the heat I feel pulsating at my core whenever I think about uncle Charles and that evening on the balcony. I want to feel him just like aunty Kathy does. I want him to touch me the way he touches her – to look at me the way he looks at her. But I know I’m just a silly girl with a silly crush.   

Read part I:

Erotic Story: Uncle Uche