Melokuhle Mpumelelo Siphosethu Zungu
The first born son of Nkosinathi and Zanothando Zungu. A now matured eighteen year old completing his matric.
There are secrets that his entire family has been hiding from him for the past few years. What happen...
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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 37
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"You okay?" I turn to face him... "I-uhm. I'm fine" I clear my throat. "It's not too late, we can go back y-" I cut him off.
"No. I want to be here, I just- It's nothing" I shrug it off. "Please don't" He sits beside me.
"Don't what?" I frown. "Don't hide yourself from me'' He sighs. "I'm not. I just don't want to ruin this week with my problems. Don't dwell on it" I get up.
I feel his hand grab onto my waist pulling me back to him, I fall back onto his lap. I place my hands on his chest, balancing myself.
"Let me in" He pleads. "It's nothing..." I try getting up but he pulls me back down on his lap.
"Speak" He orders.
"I feel like this is a bad idea, I mean what if they find us together? They'll figure out that I was the one that let your mother go. They'll kill the both of us, Melokuhle" I rant and a snile pulls onto his face.
"This is not funny! I'm being serious" I push his wandering hand away. "Sharp, sorry" He's still smiling.
"Stop it" I warn. "Or what? What will you do? Huh?" He mocks as he pulls me closer.
"Lutho. I'll just leave you here and go sit with the others" I shrug. "Nx. You wouldn't dare" He challanges.
"Watch me" before I can get up, he smashes his lips on mine and I feel my knees buck as I hold onto him for dear life.
I kiss him back as he pushes me down on him... A quiet sound of pleasure leaves my lips and transfers onto his.
I feel something growing under me and he let's out a groan of discomfort, I try getting up but he grinds onto me instead.
I hiss as he brushes against me. "I'm sorry" He mutters into my lips, moving onto my neck biting every ounce of my skin.
"Melokuhle" I whimper feeling my legs shake and he lowly chuckles. He continues to grind against my sensitive bud.
