I had always heard stories of people finding love in the most unexpected places. I never imagined I’d become a testament to that. Of all the people in the world, my heart chose Chris. The moment I saw him, I fell—completely and irrevocably.

It all started during our childhood. Since I was an only child, my mum didn’t trust her friends enough to drop me off with them so she could go for her business meetings and sabbaticals. She would always drop me off at Christopher’s house. His mum, who happened to be my mum’s sister, was always ready to accept me since Chris, too, was an only child, and she needed a playmate for him.

Chris and I became inseparable. Our bond was so strong that my mum eventually enrolled me in the same school as him. We did everything together. We played, ate from the same plate, and even shared the same bed at night. As kids, we’d bathe each other, dress in matching outfits to church, and invent games only we understood. Our mothers dismissed the unusual closeness as sibling love, even when my mum initially expressed discomfort about our bathing together or the odd positions she sometimes caught us in. Over time, she stopped voicing her concerns, convinced by Chris’s mum that we’d outgrow our obsessive closeness.

Even in school, it didn’t take too long before our classmates and teacher tagged us as the perfect siblings. Before anyone could get access to Chris or even become his friend, they had to go through me and vice versa. We had a strong bond, and I wasn’t interested in mingling with others. I was okay with Chris. Even at that young age, I knew he was the only person I was interested in doing life with, even though I didn’t know what that meant then.

As we grew older and transitioned to university, things began to change. Chris started making new friends and mingling with other girls. Though he still gave me all the attention I wanted, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy whenever I saw him with someone else. Our childhood routines—bathing together, sharing a bed—had long ceased, but a part of me wished they hadn’t. I couldn’t understand why his growing interest in others bothered me.

The night I caught him kissing another girl was the day I found a name for what I was feeling for him. It was love. I was in love with Chris. I have always seen myself lucky to be family with Chris, but that night, for the first time, I hated that we were cousins or siblings because I knew that would be the only reason we would not be together.

But surprisingly, for me, our never-ending love story started that same night. That night, Chris came to apologise for what I’d seen. His words were soft, tinged with regret, but before I could fully process them, he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t the innocent affection of childhood but a kiss filled with passion and longing. To my surprise, I kissed him back. Years of suppressed emotions surged to the surface, breaking down the walls we had carefully maintained.

In an instant, he reached for my panties and bra and ripped them off. He undressed himself, too, and we were completely naked on my bed. While smooching each other, we hugged each other fiercely.

I willed his hand lower, wanting his touch, his delving fingers. As soon as his fingertip found my clit, I let out a soft moan. He stroked my inner walls intently, bringing me close to the edge several times.

Just when I thought I could take no more, he slid himself into me, and then he started thrusting, starting slowly. As soon as his thrust became faster and harder, I couldn’t control it anymore; I could feel my orgasm building. We came moments apart, and for the first time, I felt fulfilled. Chris was my first, and I am sure I was his, too.

We lay in silence after that, tangled in each other and our thoughts. The enormity of what we had done loomed over us, but so did the undeniable truth—nothing, not even the threat of judgment, could sever the bond we had forged over the years. But was love enough to defy the world? Only time will tell.

Dorcas Akintoye
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Dorcas Akintoye is a versatile writer with a passion for beauty, fashion, relationships, and culinary delight. With a keen eye for detail and a passion for storytelling, she adds a touch of elegance to every topic she explores. She is a writer at THEWILL DOWNTOWN.