June 18, 2024

Edymaniac: Ebube Moves In (Chapter 1)[18+]


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My husband Kunle and I were sitting at home when my sister Ebube called.

“Well, I have packed out of the house,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” I answered. “I know that was hard for you.”

My sister is 29 and three years younger than me. She had just been through a rather nasty divorce. She had to leave her husband’s house. She loved the house.

She cried over the phone. She put a lot of sweat equity into the house. She had redone the kitchen and bathroom almost all by herself. My husband had helped with some of the heavier lifting.

She had stripped the carpet and brought the floors back to life. Her husband had been absent for most of the process. He worked late hours and weekends.

“Now what,” I asked.

“Well, I’m not sure. I don’t think I can afford a nice house like that by myself,” she said in a sad voice. “I guess I better find a cheaper apartment fast.”

We talked a while longer. I told her to call at any time, and we hung up.

My husband knew that something was wrong from the look on my face when I came back in.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“She sold the house,” I told him.

He already knew all the backstory. Kunle and I are very close and I share everything with him.

He turned off the TV. He knew I wanted to talk.

“What now?” he asked.

“She’s not sure,” I replied. “Probably looking for an apartment.

He sympathized. We chatted about it for a while.

Then he said, “She’ll never be able to afford a new house if she’s paying rent.”

“I know,” I replied. “She knows it too. I think that’s why it’s so hard.”

“Well,” he said. “She could stay with us.”

I looked at him. Every reason I loved him came to mind. That happened a lot, he was very good to me. He worked very hard to give me the life I wanted. He was good to my family, he always did housework without being asked, and when I had a bad day at work he was always there.

Our marriage was wonderful.

“You think?” I questioned.

“Sure, we have plenty of room. She and I get along great.” He replied.

We did have plenty of room. Five bedrooms. We were planning on starting a family soon and had bought a house to contain us.

“This is why you get blow jobs whenever you want,” I quipped. It was our little joke. It was something I said whenever he did something nice. I said it a lot

Actually, it was true. He was a great husband, plus, I found him sexy as hell. If he wanted a blow job I couldn’t get to my knees fast enough. I loved having his cock in my mouth. Plus he was an amazing lover. I would do anything he asked sexually.

“She could help me update the house, after all, she owes me,” he quipped. “Do you think you could live with her?”

I thought. My sister was younger than me. She was enough younger and we were never in school together or competing for friends. We always got along great. As we got older she was my best friend. We were the maids of honour at each other’s weddings. We shared friends and just about everything else.

“Of course,” I answered.

“Well, all my friends will be jealous,” he said. “I would get to live with two such beautiful women.”

I thought. At 31 I kept myself in shape. I was 5′ 6″. My sister was just a younger version of me. We swapped clothes easily and were often mistaken for each other by people who didn’t know us well.

“Well, poor you,” I laughed. Then I kissed him.

“How about one of those blow jobs now?” I whispered.

“Who could say no to that?” He replied as I slipped to my knees.

It was late evening so we had both changed into our sleepwear. He was wearing a pair of workout shorts and a T-shirt. I tugged his shorts down to expose his cock. It was already semi-erect.

“Mmmmm,” I said as I took it in my hands.

I admired it for a moment. He had a great cock. At about 8 inches, he was just this side of too big. It was thick, thick as a tube from a roll of paper towels. The head was just a bit thicker. I loved his cock. I took it in my mouth.

God, it felt good. I loved how it got harder as I sucked it. There was a drop of pre-cum on the tip. I licked it off. My mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. I couldn’t get it all in my mouth so my hands were wrapped around it and I jerked him off as I sucked him.

I stopped for a moment. I was in a T-shirt and panties. I reached down pulled my T off over my head and tossed it aside. He loved my breasts. 36c and firm. I wanted him to see them. Then I lowered my mouth back to his cock.

He pushed my hair back over my shoulders. He loved to watch me. I met his eyes and pulled my mouth off his cock.

“Like the view?” I teased and licked the tip.

“You’re beautiful,” he replied.

I went back to sucking his cock.

He reached for me. Since a blow job is often a prelude to sex I’m sure he thought that’s where this was going.

“Nope,” I said. “This is all about you,” and lowered my head back to his cock.

My hand continued to stroke his cock.

“Where do you want to cum,” I said. I went back to sucking.

“In my mouth?” I went back to sucking.

“On my face?” I went back to sucking.

“On my breasts? Anywhere you want,” I said.

I pulled my hair forward and wrapped it around his cock. I stroked it with my hair.

“In my hair?” I smiled, and again took the tip in my mouth.

I loved being dirty and talking dirty and though most times we have sex it is loving and slow, sometimes I just wanted to fuck.

I could feel his cock start to swell.

“No? I’ll choose,” I said. I pulled my hair back, sat up straight, and thrust my breasts out. “Cum all over me baby.” I continued to stroke his cock.

He started to cum. I aimed his cock at my open mouth. The first blast of cum hit me on my chin and in my mouth. The next on my face. As he continued to cum he got it all over my face neck and breasts.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as I stroked out the last drops. I again took his cock in my mouth so I could taste him. I swallowed the last drops.

I sat back on my heels. I got a glob on my fingers and licked them off.

“God I love your cum,” I said. I started to rub his cum into my breasts.

He just said, “I love you.”

After the cum started to dry I said, “Well, I better go shower.” As I left the room I pushed my panties down, stepped out of them, and left them lying on the floor.

I got into the shower and felt the hot water wash the cum off of me. I thought about Kunle and how hot he was. My fingers slipped to my pussy. I was already primed and wet from giving Kunle a blow job. Almost as soon as I touched my pussy I came. It felt good.

The shower door opened and Kunle stepped into the shower.

“Was that good?” He laughed. He had seen me cum.

“Not as good as your cock,” I purred.

He took me in his arms and kissed me. Hard and long. My body was feeling the heat. I could feel my breasts pressed against his chest. My nipples were hard. His hand slipped to my pussy. He started to rub my clit. I moaned.

He slipped two fingers into my pussy. I came. We continued to kiss.

My hand slid down and encircled his cock. It was rock-hard. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned.

He then turned me around. I put my hands against the shower wall and bent over sticking my ass up as high as I could. Kunle was 5″ taller than me so he had to bend his knees to enter me. His cock slipped easily into my wet pussy.

God, it felt good. He fucked me. Holding onto my hips I felt him bury his cock in me then pull out, then do it over and over. I came again.

Kunle had already cum so he was not about to cum fast. We turned off the water, dried off, and headed to bed. I laid down on my back as he entered me. We fucked for at least an hour.

The next morning I called Ebube. At first, she was reluctant. Not because she was worried about living with us, but because she didn’t want to impose. I assured her that it wasn’t an imposition and that Kunle had suggested it as a way for her to save up for a new house. She finally accepted.

Over the next month, Kunle and I helped her pack. We put what she couldn’t take in storage, sold some, and moved the rest to our place. Ebube couldn’t have been more grateful. Between some crying and a lot of thank yous, we got everything moved.

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