RISING DEEP - Episode 4

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - my parents, my sister, My mother, moan, My father, family, sex, pulled into their orgies.



We all, my parents inclusive, were at the door of Sandra’s room shouting for her to open the door. The strange thing was that only Sandra shouted; Gegwe uttered no word. Sandra had to let her go when she saw flames of light flare out of Gegwe’s eyes. Later she narrated that when she let her go, she waved her hand at the door and it opened. That act terrified Sandra.

When we all ran into the room, we saw both of them naked and Gegwe bleeding all over. “She tried to have sex with me! I told you that this girl is the devil’s daughter. She is not my sister! She is a devil!!” Sandra screamed. “Shut up Sandra! Your sister is not a devil!” my father barked. Then came the real shocker. “Shut up daddy! I know what you do every night with Gegwe and mommy!” that was Samuel. He was holding a machete and breathing very hard. I had never seen my brother that angry before. I saw my parents turn white in the face out of shock. Gegwe was equally shocked. She looked down on the floor and could not look at us. “So you think we don’t know what you have been doing, mom and dad? At first it was Samuel and now me. If you didn’t know, then know it now!!! This thing here, which you claim to be my sister. has been trying to have sex with Samuel and even appears in his dreams to seduce him. That is why Sammy doesn’t sleep at home that much these days!” Sandra yelled.


My parents could still not say a word. I saw that as my opportunity to tell the others what I had been going through also. “Daddy and his demons have been having sex with me every night. Once they began to moan, something would draw me into their room and would touch me till I begin to moan. When I wake up in the morning, I find my bed stained with sperm. Daddy knows this is true, he knows. I don’t believe this man is our father in the first place. He is not!” I yelled with my heart full of hatred for him. My mother was shocked when she heard the part about my father and his demons involving me in their orgies.

Without warning, Samuel dropped the machete in his hand and attacked my father with ferocious blows. He was only sixteen years, but he was stronger than he looked. Before my mother could grab him, my father was already bleeding from the lips and eyes. Then Sandra joined the fray, she grabbed a stool in her room and crashed it into Gegwe’s head. It was as if something took hold of us. Though I didn’t mean to, but I saw myself attack my mother who was holding Samuel. When I did, Samuel joined me, before we knew it, we were pounding my mother with blows on the floor. My father tried to pull us away from her to give my mother a chance to flee. Gegwe must have been scared, she was bleeding from the head as a result of Sandra’s attack. I saw her flee from the room. I had to stop beating my mother when I saw Sandra grab the machete Sammy dropped and aimed it toward my father. Luckily, I reached her in time to knock the machete from carving into my father’s head. The machete grazed my father’s head and fell to the floor.

He stood looking at Sandra in disbelief. He could see how much we hated him for what he was doing with my mother and Gegwe. Without saying a word, he stooped and picked up my mother and led her to their bedroom. By morning we were stunned beyond measure by what we witnessed. As was in her habit, Gegwe woke up that morning with a spring in her stride. When we saw her, there was no cut on her head neither was there a scratch on her face. This was the same Gegwe who Sandra had torn to shreds with her nails and broke her head with a side stool. When my parents arrived at the dining that morning, they also were perfectly healed just like Gegwe was.

With what we saw, I knew I had to do something. Later that day, I called Sandra and Samuel together for a meeting. “Whatever is going on in this house is demonic. Whoever Gegwe is, she is not here for our good. Also, our parents are definitely not who they tell us they are. No parents have sex with their own daughter together. If this was either mom or father cheating on each other, it might be understandable, but this is way over board; out parents are having a threesome with their own daughter,” I said to Samuel and Sandra. “Those nights I slept away from the house, I was asking questions about our parents and Gegwe. From What I gathered, those who we think are our uncles and aunts, do not have a clue about who mom and dad are,” Samuel whispered to us. “What are you saying?” Sandra asked, hardly believing the words she heard. “Aren’t we supposed to be from the Adakole family? I have been asking questions amongst them, till now not one person in that family or any of its branches know who mom and dad are. The most shocking part is that not even uncle Jones is known in the family,” Samuel said.

“But at least we have met with uncle Jones a few times. They cannot deny him also,” I pointed out. “Are you sure you went to the right Adakole’s family?” Sandra asked. “I used dad’s description of his family and the other information he provided about our family. No one knows him or mom in the Adakole’s family he claims we are from,” Samuel explained further. “So if they are not from the family they told us they are from, then where are they from?” I asked, thinking hard. “They are hiding it. With what we have seen about them, we can deduce they are hiding who they are deliberately. Parents do not have sex together with their daughter. They also do not bring home daughters no one knows when they were given birth to,” Samuel said.

“What are we going to do then? As for me I want to speak to some people who have known them for long to know what they can tell us about them. I am even wondering if we are really their children,” I said. “Leave that to me Pat. I have made contact with a certain seer. I want him to reveal to me who our parents and Gegwe really are,” Samuel said. “Seer!!” I and Sandra echoed simultaneously. “Yes, a seer,” responded Samuel. “Isn’t that too extreme and ungodly?” I asked. “Tell me, what is more ungodly, our parents having sex with a stranger they call our sister or going in search of answers about who they are?” Sammy asked. “You have to be careful, I don’t trust seers. They are all liars and they work with devils,” I cautioned. “I will be careful,” Sammy assured. “Sammy, Pat is right, you must be very careful. As it is now, dad won’t give a hoot about you if anything happens to you,” Sandra said, encouraging Samuel to be very careful about what he intended to do.

All through that day, my parents and Gegwe kept their distance from us. To prove that my parents knew what they were doing, I did not hear them rebuke Gegwe for what she did nor did they apologize to us for their sodomy. In fact, they did not even show remorse for being caught. I was certain that they would go back to their nightly orgies after that and I was proved right. The only difference this time was that I did not get pulled into their orgies by their moans.

That night I and Sandra had to sleep in my room. When my parents and Gegwe began to moan, we were woken up by their lustful groans. With Samuel having left that night in search of answers about who my parents and Gegwe really were, I had to pray alone with Sandra. We yelled and shouted as loudly as we could while we prayed. That may have worked. Some minutes after we began to pray, the moans stopped. We did not relent after the moans stopped, instead we began to preach loudly about how God burned Sodom and Gomorrah and would burn those who did what my parents were doing. We didn’t sleep much that night.

By dawn, there was no sign of my parents and Gegwe. I guessed our prayers and preaching must have got to them. It was not until 12:00 noon that they came out of their bedroom. When they did, they were all covered with shame. Even Gegwe wouldn’t look at us. However, on the other hand, we were beginning to worry about Samuel. He had promised to return by morning, but until then, there was no sign of him. We were given a real scare when we could not reach him on his phone. Things got to head when Samuel did not return home three days later and his phone remained off. We were forced to tell my father about Samuel’s disappearance. We had thought he would do nothing, but surprisingly, he took his picture and went to the police station to report his disappearance. A day after that, I began to feel that my father might know something about what happened to Samuel. Even though he looked worried and my mother cried for hours on end, I still felt they knew what happened to Samuel.

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