My name is Ebuka. I am 24 years old from Anambra State. Last year, my elder brother, Uchenna, invited me to come and stay with him in Lagos. He is 34 years old, very rich, and works as a manager in a big company. He lives in a big house in Lekki Phase 1 with his wife, Ifunanya, and their two children.

I was very happy when he called me. Life in the village was hard, so I packed my bags and took a bus to Lagos.

Their house was very beautiful—a big compound, a generator that never went off, air conditioning everywhere, and plenty of space. But the person that caught my attention from the first day was their maid, Blessing.

Blessing was 21 years old. She came from Ebonyi. She had a very big, smooth behind that moved when she walked. She was always wearing simple house clothes, but her body made them look sexy.

At first, I tried not to look at her too much. She was my brother’s maid. I was just a guest in his house. But as days passed, it became difficult to control myself.

I had been in Lagos for almost three weeks. My brother Uchenna was always busy with work and traveled a lot. His wife Ifunanya also worked in a bank, so she left early in the morning.

One hot afternoon, I was in my room watching a movie when Blessing came to clean. She was sweating because of the heat. Her thin gown was sticking to her body, and I could clearly see the shape of her nipples.

“Brother Ebuka, do you want food?” she asked me softly.

I told her yes. While she was serving the food, she bent down, and I saw deep into her cleavage. My dick became hard immediately.

That night, I could not sleep. I kept thinking about it. I touched myself thinking about her.

Two days later, something happened.

I came out of my bathroom after bathing with only a towel around my waist. Blessing was cleaning the corridor. She saw me and stopped. Her eyes went down to my chest and stomach. I noticed she was breathing faster.

“Sorry,” she said and turned to leave, but she kept looking back.

From that day, we started talking more. She would bring my food and sit to talk with me. She told me her story—how she came to Lagos to work and send money to her family. She said life was hard.

One afternoon when my brother and his wife were not around, Blessing came to my room to bring food. I was lying on the bed.

“Blessing, come and sit down,” I said.

She sat on my bed as we are talking she moved closer. Before I knew it, she started crossing her boundary, placing her hand on my body.

“Brother Ebuka… we shouldn’t do this,” she whispered, but she did not stop.

I removed her gown. She was not wearing a bra. Her big breasts fell out. I sucked them hungrily. I pulled down her pants and touched her pussy.

I turned her over, opened her legs, and entered her slowly. She was tight and warm. Blessing moaned loudly as I fucked her. I went slow at first, then faster. Her big ass was shaking with every bang of my dick.

We fucked for almost thirty minutes till I came. She also came, shaking and holding me tight.

After that day, we became addicted to each other.

From that afternoon, we started having sex almost every day. Whenever my brother and his wife went to work and their children to school, Blessing would come to my room.

Blessing was very naughty. She liked it rough. She would beg me, “Ebuka, fuck me hard… tear my pussy.” I would bend her over and pound her from behind while she moaned my name.

One day, my brother traveled for a work-related trip. His wife was still around but left very early for work. Blessing became bold. She started coming to my room even at night.

One midnight, she sneaked into my room completely naked. She climbed on the bed and sat on my face. I licked her while she covered her mouth so she wouldn’t moan too loud. Then she drives my dick like a crazy woman. Her melon boobs will be bouncing. I held her waist and fucked her from below until we both came.

Our affair continued like this for almost four months. We were very careful, but sometimes we took big risks.

I started having feelings for her. It was not just sex anymore. I liked her smile, the way she called me “my love” when we were alone, and how she took care of me.

But deep down, I knew it was dangerous.

One morning, Blessing came to my room looking worried.

“Ebuka, my period has not come for two months,” she said.

My heart almost stopped. I bought her a pregnancy test. It came out positive. Blessing was carrying my baby.

She was scared and said that she would not abort the baby. I was confused. I loved her, but I was scared of my brother.

Our luck ran out.

My brother’s wife started noticing things. She saw how Blessing was glowing. She noticed that Blessing’s clothes were becoming tight around her belly.

That evening, my brother’s wife called me to her room.

“Ebuka, is there something going on between you and Blessing?” she asked directly.

I denied it at first, but she showed me messages she found on Blessing’s phone. Some romantic messages I sent her.

When my brother comes back from travel, his wife tells him everything.

He was very angry. He shouted at me badly that night. He called me useless and ungrateful. He said I came to his house and slept with his maid and even got her pregnant.

“Pack your things and leave my house tomorrow morning!”

Blessing was crying. She begged my brother, but he chased her out too. He gave her some money and sent her back to her village.

The next morning, I left his house with my bags. I felt ashamed and broken. I went to stay with a friend in Ajah.

Months later, Blessing called me. She said she gave birth to a baby boy. I am now a father, but I cannot see my child properly because of what happened.

My brother has not spoken to me till today. Our family in the village is disappointed in me. I destroyed the opportunity my brother gave me because of lust.

It was wrong. Very wrong. But it was also the sweetest experience of my life.

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