Something from Pandora’s Box





Tony Sunkan



Copyright 2022
The work is all a fiction and does not refer to any real person, dead or alive.

Meeting Dora brought a lot of gusto and liveliness to Ayo, the one who loves to chase after any beautiful thing in skirt. Ayo does not mind his marital status. Dora is beautiful and desirable. However, in the new relationship he starts with Dora, her daughter is more like something from Pandora’s Box.


ONE
I was a man with plenty of promises. My bakery business was doing well and I was proud of that. I was married to Fathia with two children. We were supposed to be one happy family, but my tendency to fall for the opposite sex usually pitted me against my wife. I believed she should show more understanding and overlook the infidelity part. Alas, Fathia did not. The basis of infidelity was why she parked out of our home, taking the children, who were still very young, with her.

My current live-in-lover was Dora, a nurse in a big private hospital at Ikeja, Lagos. Dora was sultry and certainly desirable. She was in her later thirties. I had wondered why she had remained single, seeing the kind of beauty and allure she had. She had said the right man had not come.

“I’m the right man for you,” I had jokingly said.

She took this virtually literarily. She went on to reveal that she had a seventeen years old daughter, named Bimbo. Her daughter was staying with her grandma in Benin and was not always in Lagos. To me, that would not be an obstacle. I found myself going to the registry six months after meeting Dora and signing the dotted lines that she had become my wife. Just like that! I was crazy, but that was the way things turned to be. After all, if Fathia would not come back home, someone else had to be an intimate soul mate.

Months later, Bimbo came around to our residence and I met her. I had seen her pictures before, but I did not know she was this hot. Seeing her in real life was different. She was so hot. She had dark straight hair and light skin. I had to make an effort not to stare.
“Nice to meet you Bimbo” I said. Our looked met. I was feeling electricity running through my spine.
“Nice to meet you too”, she replied. She got a strange shy vibe about her, but somehow there was more to her. Something told me she was not so shy.
“Is everything alright?” Dora asked. “Yeah! Big day! She was finally moving in. I was sure she’ll love it here”, I reply. I give Dora a hug and kiss. My face must have given it away. I was freaked out by how hot Bimbo is.
A week later. Thursday night after dinner. Dora was in bed. She got an early start tomorrow. I was on the sofa, streaming movie on the TELEVISION. Creaking on the stairs.
“Hey.”
“Hey Bimbo, still up?”
“Yeah can’t sleep yet. What are you watching?” “Just a random movie, not too bad.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Sure go ahead!”
The way she looked at me. I did not like it. It was not just me. I think she was feeling it too. I don’t like this! She was my stepdaughter.
I was freaking out. There she is, next to me on the sofa. Wearing her one piece nightdress. I was moving a bit over to the right. Give her more space. A look at her. She looked back. Slight smile on her face. I smile back. I was so tense. It was ridiculous. I was going to have to get used to this. I had to think of her as my daughter, be a father. I was trying to relax, sinking back into the sofa. After a few minutes I was feeling better. Bimbo was adjusting her position. Half lying down on the sofa. Her legs towards me. Thank god her nightdress was long enough. Ended just over her knees. Pedicure. French style. My favourite. Not good. I can’t help but getting aroused.

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Ended just over her knees. Pedicure. French style. My favourite. Not good. I can’t help but getting aroused.
The movie ended. It was bed time. Bimbo was asleep on the sofa.

“Hey Bimbo”. No response. “Hey”.

Nothing. I gently touch her shoulder and shake her a little.

“Mmm?” She opened her eyes. Arms behind her head, stretching. Perfectly shaved armpits. “Oh my, I must have fallen asleep”. Her drowsy look, those large dark eyes. Her full lips. This was torture!
“It was bedtime anyway” she said, got up from the sofa with a soft moan and hugged me. “Good night.” I felt her breasts on my chest. They were so soft. My arms were around her lower back. “Good night”.
She walked up the stairs rubbing her eyes and disappeared into her room. I was feeling terrible. She was way too attractive for my liking. And why does she look at me that way? Or was this just in my head? I was slipping into bed with Dora. Just relax, I was telling myself. I’ll get used to Bimbo. It will pass. It was just a period of adjustment. I was dozing off.

A few weeks later. Thursday night again. Dora was in bed early as usual. I was watching movie again and Bimbo made her appearance.
“Do you mind?” she was moving her head, pointing towards the empty spot on the sofa.
“Of course!” I answered.
Again she was sitting for a bit, then adjusting into a half lying down position with her legs towards me. Pretty soon she was silent. I was looking at her. Asleep again. Her eyes are closed. A few minutes later a soft short moan, and she was moving her arms and legs. Exposing more of her legs. The night dress has moved up her thighs. I can see the tiniest bit of her panties. Front-side. White. She kept moving. Her feet are touching my thighs. I am getting tense, but manage to relax after a few moments. Why can’t I shake the feeling she was doing this on purpose?

It did not take too long then she was moving again. Eyes closed. The tiniest vocalization. This time she was turning towards the sofa. Exposing parts of her butt. I can now see her panties are high cut. Latest fashion.

Of course! A good part of her butt-cheeks was exposed. I was getting first row seats to a spectacular which got my heart pumping. My breathing was elevated. This was too much! Should I stop it? I can’t. I don’t want to. I was looking at her pussy. Covered by her panties. Covered well.

I can’t even see a camel toe. But my, this was a sight nonetheless! After not too long she moves again, this time sliding down the sofa, lying down flat. Planting her feet on my lap. Eyes still closed. One of her heels was touching my dick.

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But my, this was a sight nonetheless! After not too long she moves again, this time sliding down the sofa, lying down flat. Planting her feet on my lap. Eyes still closed. One of her heels was touching my dick.

This was heaven. I was enjoying the sensation of her foot on my dick. She was so pretty. And young. But legal. I can't believe my own thoughts. I knew she was turned 18 a few months ago. But why am I thinking about that now? In this moment? To make it felt more right? To make it felt less wrong? I somehow felt guilty for allowing this to happen. My dick swelled a little and why does it felt that she was moving her heel a little? was she moving it back and forth? Or was this just in my head?
I was freaking out. This was getting too real. I was lifting her legs off my lap. She opened her eyes. Drowsy look. “Oh sorry, I must have fallen asleep!”. She adjusts her nightdress, got up, gives me a hug. Again I was feeling her soft breasts against me. I was holding her petite youthful body in my arms. I was half erect. “Good night” and again she disappeared upstairs into her room.

I was half in disbelief what just happened. Bleep it! I like it. It was wrong. And as sad as that may sound. It was a turn on. She seemed to suck out all the logic of me. I was running on hormones and if she was into playing games I was going to play them. Or should I? As I was returning to my normal size, more doubts are creeping up. Nothing really happened. I can stop this anytime before it got too far. Just relax. And so another Thursday night ended.

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A few weeks later. Another Thursday night. You got it. Same as before. Dora was away for business interstate. I was at home alone with Bimbo. I was sitting on the sofa watching movie. Again Bimbo made an appearance. “You mind?” “Sure.” She sat down next to me. Somehow I was excited. What was she up to this time? But this time it was different. She just sat there, next to me. Won’t lie down. She was laughing at the movie. I was giggling too. “Pretty fun hey?”. “Yeah” she nods back. After a few more minutes she was lying down. I was thinking, there she goes! And I was not disappointed. Again, she close her eyes and ten minutes later made a few movements, moving her nightdress up. I was getting a glimpse of her upper thighs.

My gaze was going further up and – my heart started beating like crazy. My dick was tingling. No panties! She was got her legs slightly crossed and pushed together so all I can see that was she was shaved clean all around her bikini zone. I can’t get a glimpse of her pussy. Again, she was moving now facing the backrest of the sofa. She was lying on her side.

She was exposing a good portion of her butt. Incredible! I was dreaming of seeing her pussy, feeling her. was she wet? But I can’t see her pussy. As if she had read my mind, still lying on her side, she pulled up her legs towards her body, fetus position. Giving me a view out of a dream. I can see her pussy, shaved. Her butthole.

No hair to be seen. Her butt cheeks. Round and perky. Way too hot. I was twice her age. I can see a slight glistening around her pussy. This show was too good to be true. Again she turned, lying on her back now, eyes still closed. Her feet land again on my lap and she opened her legs a little. I can see her slit. Slightly shiny. Her heel on my dick again. I was breathing shallowly, rapidly, my heart pumping like crazy.

Adrenaline all over my body. My dick got fuller, harder. I was contracting the muscles of my dick.

Pumping it once. This was so enjoyable. I was looking at her face, but she was got it turned to the side. I was resisting not to touch her. I’d love to run my fingers over her legs, her thighs. Circle her pussy.

A large circle at first. Brush against the inside of her thighs near her pussy. Then slowly but surely run my finger up and down her slit. Slightly part her lips. Felt how wet she was inside. But I won’t. That was taking it too far.

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Then slowly but surely run my finger up and down her slit. Slightly part her lips. Felt how wet she was inside. But I won’t. That was taking it too far.

My dick was throbbing. She must be feeling it on her foot which was still resting on my dick. I was enjoying the moment. I was closing my eyes, then scanning her body from her feet up to her thighs, her young shaved pussy, her nightdress, her full young breasts and her dark hair. I was so glad that she was doing this. It was very wrong but somehow I was telling myself it was alright as long as I don’t let this escalate. After a few minutes Bimbo moves again.

No more feet on my lap. She was curled up now on the sofa and seems to sleep. The nightgown has conveniently moved up so that I can see, just, from the backside, her shaved pussy and her butt cheeks and the silhouette of her butthole. The movie finishes. I really don’t want to wake her up. Just enjoy the view a little longer. Eventually I shake her shoulder gently. “Wake up, it was bedtime”. She stretches her arms, smiles. Drowsy eyes. She got up, gives me a hug. I hug her back. A bit longer this time. The embrace was a bit more intimate. One of my hands was resting on her upper back, the other a bit lower. I was feeling the top of her butt cheeks. She was pushing her petite body towards mine. No panties. I let it last for several beautiful moments and then off she goes, up the stairs, back into her room. “Good night.”

This time I was so Hot I was briefly considering waking up Dora for sex, but I know how exhausted she always was from work. So I was just going to the toilet. Precum was all over my dick. I was finishing myself off. It doesn’t take long.

A few weeks later yet another Thursday night. An unusually cold one. I was covered in my blanket on the sofa. I was hearing the familiar tapping of bare feet on the stairs. “Can I join you?” “Of course.” I was opening the blanket. An invitation to her. She sat next to me. I was covering her with the blanket. A few minutes pass. “It was so cold tonight” Bimbo said. “Yeah, unusual” I reply. “Do you mind if we cuddle?” Bimbo asked, looking into my eyes. I was melting. How could I say no to that request? “Come here.” I was smiling. I was feeling her head resting on my shoulder. Her petite body pushing against my side. She was pulling up her legs, her thighs against mine. It was warm. It was beautiful. I was not daring to put my arm around her. A few moments later, she was lifting my arm, resting her head on my chest and placing my arm across her. I was feeling her breasts. Her perky, sizeable breasts. Pushing against my arm. It felts so good. I was seeing her cleavage. A beautiful view. I was already half-hard. I’d love to slide my hand inside her nightgown. Gently brush her nipples, waiting from them to harden. Caressing her breasts, from the tip to the base. Gee, I’d love to suck her nipples and hear her moan! I was getting embarrassed by my horniness and I was trying to enjoy the moment. I was enjoying the soft felt of her breasts. I was enjoying the movie too.

A few minutes later, she was yawning and adjusting her position. She ended up putting her hands on my lap. Under the blanket. Her hands are a pillow for her head who was resting on my lap now. One of her hands resting casually on my dick. I was wearing sports wear. Thin sports wear. My dick started pulsating. It swells slowly but steadily. She must felt it in her hand. I was loving it. I was putting my arm on the small of her back as if to say: “I like what you’re doing. Keep doing it”. Of course I was not saying it out loud. She just stays there. My dick kept throbbing against her hand. By breathing becomes slightly faster and shallower.

I was fantasizing. It would be nice if I pulled my pants down a little. To free my dick. Her hand on it, her other hand running up and down my shaft.

Between my balls. Down to my butt crack. I’d get so Hot. I’d love if she took my tip in her mouth, kept going with her hands. A finger up my ass. Jiggling it gently. And kept massaging my tip with her lips, with her tongue and with hand. Taking turned. I’d love to blow my load in her mouth, but not just yet.

Savour the pleasure a little longer. First I’d like to slip my finger under her nightdress. Run it up and down her slit, her clit. Part her pussy gently, felt her wetness. Her wetness was her invitation. Come in! I’d wet my finger with her pussy juice, then run it up her clit. Oh so gently.

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Run it up and down her slit, her clit. Part her pussy gently, felt her wetness. Her wetness was her invitation. Come in! I’d wet my finger with her pussy juice, then run it up her clit. Oh so gently.
Less was more. Less pressure was more intense. Just run my finger up and down her clit. Felt her clit grow. Listen for moans. Dip my finger again into her pussy. A bit deeper. More wetness. Slide my finger back up to her clit. Dip and clit. Up and down. A bit deeper every time. Listen to her moan, her breathing becoming faster and faster. Move my finger faster and faster. Climax! Felt her contract. And then. Eventually. My turn! Finally! Blow my load inside her mouth. Twitching in her wet mouth. She sucks my dry. Swallows and gives me a kiss. My god! That would be nice. My fantasy kept my dick hard as a rock. I was really wondering how wet Bimbo is. But I was resisting my temptation. This was just a fantasy.

When the movie was over, I gently patted the small of her back. “Hey, it was bedtime”. “Mmmh” She softly moans. She pushed down with both her hands to prop herself up. One hand still on my dick. Her pushing against my dick was unbearably pleasurable. I can’t help but exhale in pleasure. A bit louder than I had wanted. She was doing her stretch, arching her back. Her breasts are rising. I was peeking inside the cleavage one more time. How beautiful she is! Another good-night hug. Even longer now. More intimate. Almost the hug of lovers. I was smelling her perfume, her hair, her shampoo. Floral. Sweet. Her petite body close to mine. As if in an intimate static dance. The feeling of her breasts! A few long moments pass and we part. “Good night”.






TWO
A few months later. Nothing further happened between Bimbo and me. I am half happy, half sad about it. But probably it was for the better. A more normal step-family life. It was getting warmer outside. Dora was away until tomorrow, interstate for work. She was away more and more often. I noticed Bimbo acted kind of tense over the last few days. It was another Thursday night and after dinner I was on the couch streaming a new series on television.

I hear her steps on the upper level, but this time Bimbo stops half-way down on the steps. “AY?” her voice was vibrating slightly as if she was nervous. “Yes, what was up?” “Um… could you come up and help me out with something? I’ve ordered some clothes online and I’d like your opinion. Which ones to keep and which ones to return? Please?”

My heart was racing. She wants me to come up? To her room? Give an opinion on her clothes? I was getting very nervous.

This was new. Me going to her room? I was getting tense, but there was no denying it. I was so attracted to Bimbo, I can’t say no. She was playing games – I can’t resist to play. “Um… alright. I’ll help you. Not that I was a fashion guru, but I’ll do my best.” “Thank you so much! I’ll be in my room. Door was open!” “Alright! I was coming, just give me a moment.” “Sure”.

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She was playing games – I can’t resist to play. “Um… alright. I’ll help you. Not that I was a fashion guru, but I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you so much! I’ll be in my room. Door was open!”

“Alright! I was coming, just give me a moment.”

“Sure”.

I was pausing the series on TELEVISION, getting up from the sofa. What am I doing?! I was nervously walking up the stairs. There it is. Her room. Door open. I was approaching it. She was hearing my steps.

“Come in! I was just changing into the clothes, I was behind the curtain. Make yourself comfy on the chair”

“Um… alright sure”.

The back of her room was separated from the front of the room by a curtain. Behind the curtain there are a few open shelves and her wardrobe. The curtain started moving a bit, then she was parting it and stepping out.

“What do you think?” she asked, posing, her hands on her hips, slightly swinging.

I was taking in the view, bottom to top, trying not to show my nervousness, trying to keep cool. She was barefoot, wearing active-wear leggings, very tight. Her legs are long and slim. A beautiful thigh-gap. High waisted cut of the leggings, but low enough to reveal her belly button. Electricity was running down my spine at the view of her belly.

So flat, toned, but feminine and youthful. The top leaves her shoulders and arms exposed. I was loving her slightly tanned skin. She was so beautiful. Her hourglass figure! She was gorgeous! “Nice!”

She turned around. Her dark, long hair was swaying. What a butt! I was trying to keep myself composed.

“Looked good!”

She turned back and said: “Keep or return?”

“It looked great on you. Keep.”

I was smiling. “Alright. Thanks for your opinion, I appreciate it!” “Not a problem” “I’ll quickly try on the next one.” “Sure.”

She disappeared behind the curtain, pulled it closed. But – I can’t believe what I was seeing. It was not fully closed. It was open, just enough for me to see through the gap. Hardly believing this was true, the scene was unfolding before my eyes.

She was standing, pulling down her leggings. Her naked butt cheeks, her legs. I was seeing it all. And it was getting better. I can’t believe my eyes! She was bending forward and I was getting an uninterrupted view of her beautifully shaved pussy, her butthole, her amazing thighs and legs.

I was feeling as if I was dreaming. My dick was getting hard. I was letting it happen. I was enjoying this. It was just too beautiful. She was now also taking off her top and in the mirror I was seeing, for the first time, her naked breasts.

They’re sizeable for her petite body, C size cups, beautifully perky and round with small dark nipples. I was taking in her full nudity, her stunning body.

She was slipping on some hot pants and another crop top and parting the curtains. “What about these?” she asked. Again she does a pirouette.

She looked amazing. I’ve seen her friended wearing this type of outfit all the time. “Looking great. Keep!”

I was smiling again. “Thank you!” she was smiling back. “Next one!” she was announcing. Again she disappeared behind the curtain.

Again it was not fully closed and she was putting on a mesmerizing show. Pulling down the hot pants, bending forward, exposing her beautiful legs, pussy and asshole. Her beautiful petite body, her hourglass figure! She was slipping off her top revealing her youthful breasts. Oh how I’d love to touch her all over her body.

To kiss her everywhere! My throbbing erection was bothering me. I was adjusting my position while I was sitting in the large chair so that it won’t be too obvious. Lucky I was wearing underwear beneath my track pants, it will help to conceal my hard dick. She was putting on her next outfit. It was a bikini.

She was putting on the bottom first, then the top. She was parting the curtain and was stepping out. “What about his one?” Her voice was shivering a little. Her smile was slightly off. She was nervous. I was nervous too!

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