Unnatural Companions

I've been married for 15 years and everyone knows I hate distractions when I write. My wife and kids, two beautiful girls know this.

So today on Sunday I was working on a project, as I love to refer to my books, poems, stage plays and screenplays. To me they are beyond just imaginations on paper, they are constructions developing and I will be damned if I don't give it my all as the manager, caretaker, chief engineer and owner.

My last daughter, 10 years old and smarter than most kids her age came to call me.

"Daddy," she says. "Mummy is asking if you want the plantain in your jollof, fried or boiled."

"Roasted" I said with sarcasm, a sign that she has distracted me with her food question as my wife surely knows I love my jollof with fried plantain not boiled thereby this was a conspiracy by my wife and daughter to distract me deliberately so I'd come out from my study where I usually write and join them.

This plan will fail surely, I was working on the last episode of my romantic thriller, UNNATURAL COMPANION, for a popular and celebrated movie producer cum director, and I was working on a deadline.

"Well, roasted it will be" she said sauntering away smiling mischievously.

"Your brother just walked in." My soul mate said barging in.

"Jesus, don't startle me especially when I'm working."
I countered angrily. "You know how much I hate it when my privacy is invaded."

"And you know how much I hate your brother, so what are you going to do about it." She countered.

My wife and brother has always been sworn enemies, reasons unknown to me. I have often tried without success to patch things up between them and finally gave up. Besides I'm the one married to her not him and she's married to me not him and since he hardly comes around to Lagos state since he got a job in an oil company in Port Harcourt, all was fine.

"Tell him to make himself comfortable." I said

"Why don't you tell him yourself baby brother."
Aliyu, My younger brother said walking in with the swagger of a man that owns the world. He's my spoilt younger brother but he calls me baby brother even though I am bigger, taller and I daresay much more handsome than him.

My wife rolled her eyes and walked out.

We hugged and punched ourselves small then I frowned and kicked him out of the study room.
"I swear even if I see our father inside here, I will kill him. I complained. No disturbances and none is exempted even you, he goat. Now leave!" I pushed him out playfully.

"Quit nagging like a pregnant woman." He said. "I'm even doing you a favour coming in here, your cheap small study. Let me go and hang out with our wife." And as he said it, he winked and we both laughed because we know how our wife hated his guts.

"How long are you gonna be in here for?" He popped his head in and asked.

"Jesus!" I was startled again. As long as it takes goddammit. Now get out I have tons of writing to do." And as I said it, I banged the door.

"Whatever men, drama King." he called out and he bounced all the way up the staircase to the main house, his footsteps vibrating and distracting me even further.

Ten minutes must have passed and I couldn't get my mojo back because of the numerous distractions caused by 'evil family' so I stood up and reluctantly made my way upstairs. The house was still and quiet, so I chuckled, of course these two enemies would rather stay silent than exchange words, not my business I smiled.

I couldn't find my brother or my wife and so I decided to check my room, probably she is locked in and reading a boo....

Arrh, oh yeah, quickly Aliyu, quiiicklyyyy..my wife's voice came out quietly from the guest room.

I stopped dead in my tracks, unable to think straight as I rushed inside and found my brother naked on top my wife, he was stark naked, sweating profusely and hitting her with the expertise of a professional dancer, rolling and twisting his waist sideways, up down and doing some stunts with his buttocks that seemed like he was squeezing them and releasing then again with fast and slow rhythmic movement, damn it, I would have gotten an erection if not for the severity of the activity happening in front of me.

They were so engrossed and deep in their love making they didn't even see me standing there mouth open, my wife's eyes were closed like someone convulsing while she squeezed and clutched his bare back, her red gown I bought for her in one of those expensive boutiques in Ikeja shopping mall, rumpled and yanked up to her waist level while her g-string lay idly on the foot of the bed.

I watched in horror as she moved her waist in rhythmic and rapid fashion to meet my brother's gyration, the hands of her gown were loosed and her nipples were out, my brother had his hand cupping one while his lips were on the other sucking like his life depended on it.

"Harder Ali, oh harder pleasssseee, harderrrr nowwww, suck me, suck me..."

I was sick to my stomach hearing my wife say all these things but what was even more sickening was the fact that she had never screamed or acted this way in a very long time with me, doesn't she enjoy our love making or is my brother so good. I clenched my fist and stared even the more, my mind was working and it was working fast. My wife was being fucked by my brother under my nose, how long has this been going on, does it mean the hate they express for themselves were just a mirage, a play orchestrated to fool me?

My God, how foolish and stupid have I been. All those times my brother came visiting and rather then come out to gist and hang out with them I would be locked up I'm my study writing while they both fucked in my house with me just downstairs. How can they do this to me, in my own house with me a room or two away. My God.

I walked out quietly, went to my room and unlocked the safe, bringing out my gun, I quickly cracked it and moving like a mad man I kicked the door open this time around and...

Here you go, honey.”
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My wife placed a plate of jollof with roasted plantain on the table for me. Peeping into my screen she read out loud the title of the script I was working on"UNNATURAL COMPANION,  hmmmmm sounds mysterious." She said smiling and adding. "Enjoy your roasted plantain, Aliyu."

I sighed, pausing from typing for a long time and looking at the screen of my project, I saved and closed my laptop, taking my plate of jollof and roasted plantain I screamed...

"I'll kill somebody todayyyy!" and then I ran upstairs amidst shouts and screams of my wife and two beautiful daughters.

Life is sweet joor when you are a writer.


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