Lost inside my cousin.

Yesterday's Evening started like this, I will just begin from anywhere after Aunty Ruth had left.

*****

"You shouldn't be drinking that," I advised Sarah who had walked out of the kitchen, with a glass and bottle in her hands. I recognized the water inside the glass, it was no water but vodka, the bottle had a huge label, one that was eye-catching in neat graffiti. I could read it loudly in my mind as Sarah merrily raised the bottle and took a seat next to me, snatching the remote out of my hands as she switched to her favourite, Zee World.

"This is Krome! You should try it..." She went ahead, "Mum won't be back till tomorrow anyway."

I sniffed the scent vapourising through my nostrils as Sarah brought the glass gently to my lips as I partially let the liquid sip through.

This was my first time and I did want to taste this so-called Krome that had arrived in town.

I thought it would taste more like Skrite or Koke but the liquid was scorching hot! It almost burned my throat as I felt it running down my gut creating a hullabaloo inside me. My head shook involuntarily as I shrugged my shoulders pushing the glass away.

"Goddammit! How do you even enjoy such a drink!"

The way Sarah drank, pouring more into the glass as she gulped the scorching liquid one after the other made me wonder.

"Is the pleasure of it, not the taste. Should have known you a virgin."

She was right. Just a week ago, I had completed my high school education and moved in to live with my Aunt. I've always been to boarding since childhood and never had I ever tasted any alcohol for I was a dedicated church member. I always followed rules and avoided any stuff condemned as wrong. But today, it was a different story.

Or maybe I just wanted to know what it feels like to do wrong.

"You can try mixing it with Skrite," Sarah saw my eyes following the liquid down her throat. "It will taste more like soda."

I admit falling to Sarah's temptation as she fetched a 500ml Skrite soda from the fridge and mixed the two drinks professionally into a glass and made the offer. "Taste it now.".

It was just like Skrite but with a faint bitter ugly taste at the back, "Much better." I confirmed with a smile as I started taking in huge gulps that made a 'good-you' sound from my throat every time I swallowed it.

Time was passing by very sharply, a movie on Zee World ended with another before Sarah started the drama.

I saw her change the program for Kiss Tv as the secular music shook the room lightly with Sarah twerking in front of my eyes. I ignored her at first, she was drunk anyway, and I had just started feeling the gist of the vodka. No way I was going to stop drinking my halleluja for twerk, so I added more and more, drinking the bottle off as I mixed Skrite in it every time.

I felt like a feather, in front of me I saw two Sarah dancing as I lost sense of myself.

"I feel drunk!" I yelled over the music as Sarah smiled back making a cup over her left ear as she gestured me to be audible.

"What?"

I could hear her trying to comprehend what I was saying as I repeated over again much louder, "I think am drunk."

"What are you saying?"

why won't she just lower the music for a minute and listen to my drunk statement? But I didn't feel bitter or irritated by Sarah's lack of hearing as a whole new world descended on me. My emotions soared as I felt happy at almost everything, the way I staggered back to the couch made me laugh at myself as Sarah tagged me under her arms and led me upstairs.

I don't remember much after that, what remains in my memory is just flashbacks where I pictured myself falling up the stairs with Sarah to burden.

*****

I could feel myself heavy, it was Sunday morning. The kind of hour when everything is all silent except a distant hoot or nightingale singing itself off in the dark. I felt around, my hand sliding across the mattress as I pulled off the duvet to see what was lying beside me.

"Sarah?"

I shook the soft body cautiously as a soft moan accompanied what came next.

"What Max?"

"Max?"

I repeated the name as I quickly jumped out of bed to quench my thirst. Who was Max? I wondered as I thought of moving to the next bedroom but Sarah called out, in a low audible voice that made me drop into a dilemma. Should I just go back, sleep next to her as I was or find refuge elsewhere?

"I feel so cold. Where have you gone?"

I could hear her asking as I walked up to the bed, my heart beating a million times faster, but I had decided to just spend the next three hours till dawn next to her. She was in my room after all and we were not doing anything nasty of all things.

"Just a cuddle."

Her hand glided around me, pulling me closer to her the moment I was flat on the bed. Oh no, I could feel her soft Nyash crushing into my front as she slide my hand over her breast, to cup the warm melons tightly.

This was making my Johnny Thomas excited as Sarah called me Max a third time now, with her hand fondling my semi-erect penis.

I wanted to back off but it was too late, well, I didn't even want to leave now.

Sarah was creating too much pleasure.

My second hand swiped up her lingerie as I felt her pulling out my stuff from my pants, squeezing it right in her hands as she created a space for it to ram through her thighs.

"Oh. SARAH..."

I felt the breakthrough in a warm moist and slippery environment as a suck gripped my penis and made me make a thrust.

"Oh, Max please."

*****