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Damian was the happiest I’ve seen him when Oma said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Bliss and joy returned to my brother’s life as they began wedding preparations.
He smiled more, made sweet compliments to all his staff and gave extra tips when we went to eat at restaurants.

One evening, Damian and i were at dinner when two beautiful ladies walked in holding each other.

I could tell that they were more than just friends.

Damian didn’t seem to have a care in the world. He was more interested in having a fill of his chicken pepper soup.

We left the restaurant 20 minutes later laughing hard and reminiscing our childhood memories

In the parking lot, Damian saw it first. He froze and made a shocked, disapproving face. He turned to face me.
That was when I saw them. The two ladies who had been in the restaurant earlier, making out in a car.

It was so hot and sensual. I looked on and started to fantasize about being in a car and making out with Oma.

The next thing I knew Damian grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me to the car. As soon as we were seated in the car, he wiped his forehead and looked at me.

“Didn’t you think that was wrong? Those ladies. I don’t understand how anyone can be lesbian. It’s unnatural! ” he said

“Just because you don’t understand it doesn’t mean it’s wrong. We have been taught not to judge others for decisions regarding their personal lives” I responded.

“I’m not judging. I just want to understand it. Like how can someone have sexual feelings for the same sex or gender as theirs?” he questioned.

“We just had a wonderful dinner. I don’t want to ruin it. You don’t need to understand lesbian or bisexual people. Respect their sexual preference. Stop getting worked up for nothing.” I said.

A hard lump formed in my stomach. It was hard to imagine that Damian had unflattering views about Lesbians.  And the thought of him finding out about his fiancée and I was unimaginable.

The trip back home was cool as we played some old school music and sang along. He dropped me at my apartment and said goodnight.

I settled into my bed after a quick shower and called Oma.
We talked and laughed at funny things that happened to us during the week. Talking to her was therapeutic and relaxing. Oma had a way of calming me down and bringing me to smile even when I had a bad day.

“Do you remember the first time we kissed?” she asked.


How could I forget? I was the beginning of something beautiful.  I smiled.
“Yes. It felt so good and we didn’t want to stop” I said.

“Anna. I love you. And I know you feel the same way about me. I couldn’t even imagine life without you”

“I love you in ways you can’t even imagine” I replied.

She continued “I don’t ever want us to stop loving each other, even after I tie the knot with Damian. I agreed to this so that I can always be with you. My heart belongs to you”

“This is what is best for both of us. We need to stay in the closet to protect ourselves and the people we love.” I assured her.

“I wish I was there with you. I want to kiss you so bad. I want you in my arms.” Oma said.

Her voice had a way of turning me on and for a moment, I imagined she was there. Both of us naked in my bed, gratifying our bodies.

“I want to eat you up and drink your cum. I want to bury my face and tongue in your pussy.  I want to hear you moan” she paused for some seconds and added
“I want my mouth on your nipples. Caressing your breasts. Worshipping your body.”


Her words were turning me on so badly.
“I want you here. I’m getting super horny. I need to feel your skin against mine. I want you to do all these things to me” I confessed.

“Touch yourself for me. Touch your breast. Touch your pussy.  Stroke your clit. I want to hear you moan” she said.

I obeyed every word. Soft moans escaped my mouth. Oma had trapped me. I was her prisoner and I didn’t want to be freed.





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