Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2013 02:42:36 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Curtis Seduces: Chapter 15 (gay/adult-youth)

"I'm off to bed fam" I said to Danilo as the end credits rolled.

"Oh, I beg you stay up bro, I wanted to watch the next film, and I don't
wanna watch it on my own", He replied.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Attack the Block" he exclaimed, sounding overly excited.

"I would fam, but I'm kinda tired and I'm getting up for church in the
morning".

"Pleeeeease". He begged me like a little kid asking for an XBox game for
Christmas.

"Come watch it in my room then fam, and I can sleep if I want to".

"Kewl". He replied. I turned the TV and lights off in the living room and
we ran up the stairs to my room, switching on the TV to the same channel. I
lifted my t-shirt over my head and pulled my tracksuit bottoms off,
forgetting that I had no underwear on momentarily, but not really giving a
fuck as Danilo did not flinch away from my nudity. I lifted the covers and
jumped under them, half-lying down on my back, but propped up by
pillows. Danilo lay next to me but remained clothed in his house-shorts and
vest, and lay on top of the covers.

Half way through the film and just as I was drifting off to sleep Danilo
removed his vest and joined me under the covers.

"We look like a pair of fags, bro". I jested.

"Who gives a fuck fam, nobody is here to clock us". He replied and began to
lay down very close to me. I instinctively lifted my arm to encourage him
to lay his head on my chest, after which I lowered my arm again resting my
hand on his stomach, my thumb slotting nicely into his belly-button, and my
four fingers suspiciously close to his pubic area. Danilo's left hand
rested on my calf, which he gently caressed every now and then, trying to
make it look like it was not intentional.

"How many girls have you banged Dan?".

"Seventeen" he smiled.

"And have YOU ever done anything gay?  I asked him.

"Nope". He replied, probably truthfully, "You're gonna be my first" he
echoed my joke from earlier in the day.

"Its risky to joke like that around an open-minded and horny teenage boy,
you know". I chuckled.

"Oh, open-minded are we?" He teased, turning to look at me. "How
'open-minded' exactly?".

"Do you want me to tell you or show you fam?" I asked flirtaciously.

Danilo turned round again and raised his eyebrows quickly indicating that
he was up for anything.

"What's the limit?" I asked him, respecting him too much to make him do
something that he was uncomfortable with.

"No shitting in my mouth" he laughed.

"Fair enough" I said wrapping my arms around his body.

Danilo turned his body round so that he was lying face down on top of
me. His chest was on my stomach and my swelling dick was pressing in to his
stomach. I ran my hands down his back, sliding them inside the back of his
shorts and grabbing hold of his ass, I used my grip to push him up my body
until his hard but covered dick met my iron-hard bare one.

"Does this feel weird to you?" He asked me.

"Not at all fam". I said, calming any nerves he may have. "What about you,
are you weirded out?".

"I'm not freaked out by what were doing now, no, but I'm a bit weirded out
by the fact that" he paused "by the fact that I want you to fuck me".

"You serious?". I asked him to confirm.

"Totally, it's your dick man, I ain't been able to keep my eyes off it for
days now, and I dunno why coz I have never had gay thoughts before".

I ran my hands softly over his ass and down the back of his thighs. "Well,
I'm gonna fuck you then fam, and don't worry, I'm not gay either, sometimes
a boy just wants to fuck, its not about emotion or relationship, and it's
not about being straight or gay, it's just about seizing the moment".

Danilo knelt up, sitting on my thighs, and wrapped the warm fingers of his
right hand around my hard shaft. "Wow". He uttered. "This is gonna hurt".

"I'll be gentle fam".

"You've done this before". He realised.

I laughed. "I'm a horny boy". I reached over to the bedside cabinet and
grabbed my open tub of Aloe Vera body moisturiser, digging my hand in and
applying a generous helping to my dick. "Grease up your hole" I said
offering Danilo the tub. He removed his shorts and then retrieved and
equally generous portion of moisturiser and based his crack and his tight
pink hole, squeezing his index finger inside himself. "Are you ready?" I
asked.

Danilo knelt further up and shunted forward slightly so that his ass was in
place to ride my beast.

"When you're ready, as you lower yourself on to me, strain your ass like
you're trying to take a dump, and that will open your hole wider". I
instructed.

I held on to the base of my dick, steadying it as Danilo lowered himself
inch by inch, nervous and expectant. Eventually my mushroom head made
contact with his rose-bud and he flinched at the sensation which rocketed
through his body. He looked down at me for affirmation as he strained,
forcing himself down, my dick pressed hard against his hole, trying to
force entry. "Relax your body, strain your ass harder, and force yourself
onto me". I advised.

Danilo did as I instructed, forcing himself onto my dick which finally
penetrated him. Once the first inch was inside him it was easier to impale
him further, slowly, as he acclimatised himself to the pain, he sat down
bit by bit, until I was fully inserted inside his tight hole. He sat his
weight on me, it felt fucking amazing. "Squeeze your ass now fam". I
requested. He squeezed, tightening his anal grip around my thick pole. "How
do you feel?". I asked him, checking he was ok.

His answer was not verbal, he breathed in slowly, and then blew out even
more slowly, leaning down to kiss me gently on my lips. As he did so, a few
inches of my dick became exposed from his hole, and as he sat back up
taking me back into him he realised the intensity of the pleasure of being
fucked by such a large piece of meat. He let out a groan, and started
bouncing slowly on his knees rising off and falling back onto my big black
dick.

Apart from his black whispy pubes, his body was completely hairless, even
his arm-pits, which I assume he had shaved. Although 20, he looked a lot
younger, partly because of his smooth boyish face and partly because of his
small stature. For five minutes he rocked back and forth riding my dick.

"Can we change positions?" I asked, wanting to fuck him harder, now that he
was ready for it.

"You're the boss" he replied, rising off my dick and following my lead
until he was on all fours on the bed. I positioned myslef behind him and
flung my dick back inside of him with gusto. "Wow, damn". He shrieked.

I held on to his waist and began to fuck him slowly at first, but with
increasing pace and tenacity with every entry until after a few minutes I
was launching myself in and out of him almost violently. "Are you sure your
ok, fam?" I asked him.

"It hurts mate, but I'm loving it". He replied sounding out of breath.

I lowered my body, changing the angle at which I entered him from, throwing
myself up into him from beneath. "I've been wanting to fuck this ass since
you moved in". I hollered.

"Aaaaaahhhh this is painful". Danilo cried out.

"You want me to take it easy?"

"Fuck no". He replied with conviction.

I banged him with such vigour that the sound of our bodies slamming
together over and over became pretty loud rhythmic accompaniment. I
squeezed my glutes with every entry as though I were trying to force him
open. Pre-cum was flowing deep inside him, and his own pre-cum was dousing
his hand as he tried to masturbate while his ass was receiving such a
mighty pounding.  I wrapped my arms around his stomach and pulled myself in
as tight as possible to his body, fucking him hard and fast as my body
tensed up, and I experienced the longest and most intense orgasm to this
day. Shot after shot of cum fired out of my body deep into him. "Fuuuuuuuck
me".

I relaxed, leaning down onto his back, and slowly pulled out. He turned
around and slumped on the bed and I lay my body on top of his, my still
hard dick rubbing against his as we kissed slowly and passionately, our
bodies caressing each other. I could feel his dick throbbing beneath mine
as our kiss lingered. I slid my tongue between his lips allowing it to meet
with his. They played together as our lips pressed hard against each one
another.

As we kissed my softening dick was still rubbing against his hard shaft,
causing him to remain aroused and near ejaculation for quite a few minutes
until he could not hold back any longer. His cum seeped out between our
entwined bodies and covered our dicks and stomachs, gluing us together as
our mouths continued exploring one another.

Eventually we broke our kiss, exhausted. I rolled off Danilo, kissing him
softly on the lips one more time before whispering "Goodnight" and drifting
off to sleep.

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I awoke bright and breezy, feeling refreshed and ready for the day,
whatever it would entail. I had completely forgotten about the threat of
Gary Clarke coming to 'kill me', until I glanced at my phone and saw a
message from Sean which read: 'Dad is getting the 9am train from
Birmingham, I reckon he'll be in Keynsham between 11 and 12midday'

I replied 'does he sound calmer this morning?'

'I dunno, I ain't speaking to him fam, I told him how much I loathe him and
that I ain't ever talking to the fuck-wit again'. He replied.

'How do you know the train times then?' I asked.

'I heard my mum telling my nan'. He replied.

'Thanks for the heads-up fam' I continued. 'We'll be in Church anyway when
he reaches, and after church I'm going to Dwayne's yard for dinner'.

'It's Dwayne I'm worried about'. Sean wrote. 'Dad is scared of you and
anyway you can handle yourself, but Dwayne is still a kid'.

'Don't worry mate, I won't let nothing happen to Dwayne'. I promised. I
looked at the clock, it was 9am. I called Jaydon to see what time he was
coming to pick me up.

"I'm literally just leaving now fam" he answered. "Sorry its early, but I
gotta help set up at church, if your not ready, I'll wait for you doe".

"Kewl, I'll get ready now, I'm just gonna jump in the shower".

"Innabit then fam". He replied before hanging up the phone.

I lifted the covers off me and climbed out of bed leaving Danilo asleep and
covered up to his waist. I sprayed a bit of air-freshener around the room,
opened the window to air it and darted to the bathroom to have a quick
shower.

Once showered, I wrapped a small white towel precariously around my waist
and stood at the sink brushing my teeth. While mid-brush, 'Jingle bells'
sounded from downstairs, 'fuck it, that was quick' I thought as I spat out,
rinsed quickly and ran down to answer the door.

"Have we got a few minutes?" I asked Jaydon who was dressed in beige shoes,
black jeans and a beige ralphie polo. He nodded, following me inside. "I
didn't know you could get a ralphie polo in beige, that is PENG" I said
holding the fabric near his waist.

"You can get anything in Nigeria, fam" he laughed.

I ran upstairs, looking back at him and beckoning him to follow me.

"Sit on the bed, fam, I'll be two minutes".

Jaydon looked down at Danilo, and then sat at the edge of the bed,
baffled. "Who is that?"

"Oh, that is Danilo, the lodger" I explained, while drying my legs, facing
Jaydon exposing myself to him intentionally. "He has his own room, but we
fell asleep watching 'Attack the Block' last night".

"Where's he from?"

"He's Filipino fam" I answered. "Oi, do me a favour and cream my back
please" I threw him the tub of Aloe Vera body moisturiser, and stood in
front of him, not giving him a chance to object. I was surprised at how
cagey Jaydon was about touching my back, he did do it, but quite obviously
reluctantly, mind you, he did not refuse to do it.

"Thanks". I turned towards him, lifted one leg and put it on the bed so
that I could cream my legs one after the other. I then did my arms, my
torso, my face, and finally my dick and my ass. I behaved nonchalantly
while doing so, as I could tell he was not used to nudity at such close
proximity, but I was careful not to appear to be too 'flirty' as he was a
long way from 'ticking' yet. Saying that, I did notice that he did not
'look away' while I was creaming, nor afterwards as I dressed in my blue
Gucci jeans, blue Vans and a blue checked Hollister long sleeved shirt.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, but I'm ready now fam". I apologised.

We left the room, leaving NUMBER FIFTEEN to sleep. I dashed to the kitchen
to grab a banana, and noticed that mum's phone had gone from on top of the
fridge.

As I left the house, and jumped into Jaydon's whip (which is what we call a
car), I called mum's phone, expecting it to go straight to voicemail, or
ring off.

"Hello baby". She muttered coyly as Jaydon pulled out of our turning.

"Ma, I've been worried, where are you?"

"I can't tell you that baby, but I'm OK, you don't need to worry yourself".

"Ma, where have you been?" I tried asking the same question a different way
to trick her.

She didn't fall for it. "I can't talk baby, I'm hiding, and they might hear
me".

"Hiding where ma?" I tried again.

"Sssshhhh" she whispered. "I don't want to wake Kim".

"Kim, whose Kim?" I asked, "Ma. Tell me where you are".

"I'm OK baby, just be careful". She hung up.

I rolled my eyes at her madness. "Everything alright fam?" Jaydon asked me.

"Yeah, yeah". I replied. "That is one hell of a crazy woman" I
explained. "First she thinks she saw Obama in Lidl, and now she is hiding
from Kim"

"Kim who?"

"Kardashian I guess, I dunno". I let out a gasp. "At least I know she is
ok, well as ok as mum CAN be".

"How long has she been missing?"

"Pretty much the whole week fam".

"Peak!" Jaydon exclaimed, which is UK slang for 'wow that's bad'. "By the
way, I ain't taking the Sunday School class today, I'll be staying in the
service, I beg you stay in with me". He asked.

"Calm". I replied, agreeing.

We reached church and set up the PA, testing the microphones and making
sure there was water for all the members of the worship team. Several
people greeted me saying that they were "pleased to seem me back for a
second week", which made me feel pretty welcome.

The service started at half-past-ten, when only a handful of people were
present, but within the next hour, the church filled up to a congregation
of about 200 people like last week. Charles, Deloris and the three Mbwanga
children were among the last to arrive, after apparently having an argument
at home that morning about whether Thandi should stay home from church
because of her pregnancy. It was Charles who had been trying to insist that
'church is not a place for pregnant teenage girls', but eventually Gamu
persuaded her father to allow her.

As she walked into the auditorium and looked around for a seat, Gamu caught
my eye, and waved. She looked like a picture of perfection. Gamu does not
need make-up, nothing about her needs 'extenuating'. She is, well, she just
'is'.  Both Thandi and Dwayne also waved at me when I caught their eyes,
and even Deloris acknowledged me as she sat down with her husband.

Charles looked so pompous. He really is living an illusion, persuaded that
he presents as the perfect religious business and family man, but is
utterly oblivious to the fact that anyone that spends any more than ten
minutes with him can see straight through the facade. Even Gamu can see it,
deep down, although she has an understandable fondness for him because of
his preferential treatment of her. Thandi and Dwayne on the other hand
become more and more exasperated with him every day.

"What does your dad think of Charles Mbwanga?" I whispered to Jaydon.

"He likes his tithe". He smirked in reply. 'Exactly as I thought', I
muttered to myself.

Pastor Samuels preached a long sermon which surprisingly actually held my
attention for the most-part. He was talking about the genuineness of the
gospel, and the fakery of most churches these days. At first I thought that
it was quite refreshing to hear the church take such a critical view of
itself, until I realised that none of his criticisms were actually
referring to 'our church', making the sermon one big 'pat on the back' for
Pastor Samuels. The congregation fell for it though, trying to out 'amen'
each other.

The service closed at about one-o-clock, and Deloris advised me and her
children to eat something light at church, as dinner would not be ready for
a few hours at home. There is always jollof rice and chicken available at
church, so I asked for a small portion and sat with Gamu, Thandi, Dwayne
and Jaydon eating our lunch.

"A quick word with you, young man, when you have finished eating". Pastor
Samuels commanded me. "Bring him to my office son". He instructed Jaydon.
"What do you reckon he wants?" I asked the four of them.

"To save your soul" came a united but sarcastic reply.

I ate up, and followed Jaydon to the pastors office. Jaydon knocked the
door twice before opening it, ushering me in. Pastor Samuels sat behind a
large oak desk on a leather swivel chair, looking like more of a gangster
than Marvin did. I felt like I was going to see the headmaster to 'explain
myself' in regards to some misdemeanour.

"Take a seat son". He pointed to the inferior chair the other side of the
desk.  Jaydon also sat down beside me. "So son, this is your second week
coming to our church, how are you finding it?". He asked as though hungry
for praise.

"I am enjoying it very much sir". I replied.

"And are you a child of God, son?". He got straight to the point.

"Yes sir". I replied, wanting this to be over as quick as possible.

"Have you confessed your sins?" He carried on.

"I am doing that every day, Pastor".

He steered straight to the reason for the meeting. "I understand you have
your eye on one of our daughters, Gamucharai Mbwanga".

"She is a friend of mine, sure pastor".

"A friend?". He looked suspicious. "Mr. Mbwanga has concerns that you might
have ungodly intentions towards his daughter". He worded
diplomatically. Mr. Mbwanga was wrong, Gamu was the one girl in the world
that I would not fuck-and-go-way from. I decided to bait Mr. Mbwanga out to
his pastor.

"With all due respect pastor, the only reason Mr. Mbwanga thinks like that,
is because he is judging me by his own warped morality". I spoke callously,
but with truth. "Gamu is a wonderful girl, and I respect her, her
integrity, and her virginity, very highly".

Pastor Samuels rose to his feet, indignant. "You would dare to speak out
against such a highly respected elder of our church?"

"Do you respect him pastor?" I asked rudely. "Or do you simply respect his
offering?". Jaydon put his hand over his face in disbelief.

"Charles Mbwanga is a wonderful man..."

I interrupted the pastor. "A wonderful man whose main source of income is
fraud, a wonderful man who beats his wife and his children, a wonderful man
who is so ashamed of his daughter's pregnancy through no fault of her own,
that he makes her feel hated, a wonderful man who keeps a packet of condoms
hidden in his car so that he can fuck the three women he is cheating on his
wife with without getting them pregnant. A wonderful man whose own children
do not even believe that he is a christian. Such a wonderful pillar of your
church certainly demands the utmost respect of the whole congregation
pastor".

Pastor Samuels shuffled some papers and looked embarrassed and
perplexed. "Have you come here to cause trouble Curtis?" He called me by my
name for the first time.

"No pastor". I came here at the invitation of a friend, and as I have made
such a fuck-up of my life I hoped that this could be a place where I can
learn to do better and seek spiritual refuge. Your own son has been a great
blessing to me, and so has sister Deloris as well as many members of your
congregation. Don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut about Charles'
infidelity, and I promise you that I will not be a thorn in your flesh,
even though I can smell the stench of hypocrisy coming from this pulpit, so
let me offer you a piece of advice, or, should I say, my opinion pastor,
and believe me I know that I am behaving unconventionally and speaking out
of place, but, I would like to advise you to take a leaf out of your son's
book pastor. He has done nothing but show me love, and believe me, I know
that I am a hard person to love, I also know that it is the love of God he
is showing me, and it has drawn me to this house and to faith. Whereas you,
you have shown me judgment, you have brought me in here to accuse me, you
are still living under the old testament, the old covenant or whatever you
call it, and sir, that is not attractive at all, in fact it is decidedly
ugly".

"You are welcome to attend this church, son" he replied. "But you are NOT
welcome to address me in this manner ever again, are we clear?"

"Thank you sir". I replied indifferently.

"And Jaydon". His father continued. "Not a word about what you have just
learned about young Thandi, I have advised her father to send her back to
Africa until after the baby is born, so as not to bring shame on the church
or the family, so you keep your mouth shut, do you hear". Jaydon nodded
submissively.

"Pastor, are you not aware that Thandi has not sinned, she was raped". I
lied, upholding her story.

"Regardless of that fact" He replied, not taking the statement any further.

I stood up, and left the office, giving the pastor a look of undeserved
respectful acknowledgement as I left, but kissing my teeth under my
breath. "How deep to you think we'd have to dig to uncover your fathers
indiscretions?" I asked Jaydon as we walked back into the auditorium.

"Not very deep at all" he admitted. "The sad thing is, I believe the
gospel, but this church is a charade, my father milks it for money, and
there is a LOT of corruption behind the scenes, that I might tell you about
one day. You saw how livid he was at your accusations against Mr. Mbwanga,
when he should have taken your points into consideration. My father is a
believer in God but he has lost sight of the simplicity of the message, and
hidden it behind his lust for status, prestige, power and money".

"There's a lot of nice people here tho, that's why I still wanna come". I
stated.  "I'm glad to hear it fam, coz I'm fucking stuck here". Jaydon
replied.

"And the jollof rice is always good" I laughed, knowing that I had made a
true friend in Jaydon.

Charles, Deloris and the kids piled into their Mercedes, and Jaydon and I
followed behind them, Jaydon dropped me at their house before making his
way on to Saltford. I entered the house, removed my Vans and followed
Dwayne and his dad into the living room to watch a few episodes of 'Family
Guy' while Deloris and the girls started to make preparations for
dinner. Thirty minutes later, Deloris announced that she was taking the
girls to the supermarket to get some drinks and something for desert, and
she asked her husband to chop the carrots and put them in to
boil. Reluctantly he agreed.

Sean messaged me 'Call me asap'. So I did, straight away.

"What's the news?" I asked him.

"Dad keeps pinging me asking me where you both live" he replied. "Don't
worry, I ain't telling him, but he might find out from someone".

"Where is he now?" I asked.

"I dunno fam, at my house I guess", he replied. "He's still fucking furious
blud, you should hear the messages he keeps leaving on my answerphone".

"Next time he phones, try and find out where he is, I might have to call
his bluff and meet him".

"Ok fam, bless". Sean hung up.

"Have you got a knife?" I asked Dwayne.

"Nah, fam".

"What about gloves?"

"Yeah I got some sick Nike gloves" he replied. "Do you want me to get
them?"

I nodded. Once Dwayne had collected his gloves, I put them on and joined
Mr. Mbwanga in the kitchen. "May I have a glass of water, sir?" I asked.

"Sure, Curtis, help yourself, he said pointing at the fridge. There were
some glasses on the work-surface, and a large bottle of mineral water in
the fridge. As I poured my glass, Mr. Mbwanga finished chopping the
carrots, threw them into the pan, threw the peel into the bin and left the
kitchen to re-join Dwayne. I carefully picked up the small sharp 6-inch
kitchen-knife that Charles had been using to chop the vegetables and put it
blade down in my jeans pocket. 'Just in case' I said to myself, peeling the
gloves off, and putting them in my other pocket.

Dinner was delightful. Mrs. Mbwanga was an impeccable cook. The roast beef
and home-made yorkshire puddings were mouth-watering, and most of the
company was pleasant. I sat next to Dwayne and opposite Gamu, our feet
rubbing against each others from time to time. We gave each other several
knowing glances, reminding one another of the affection that we had for
each other.

After a lovely desert of Lemon Cheesecake, Deloris left to take Gamu to
bath for her violin lesson. Thandi and Dwayne cleared the table and then
suggested that we went to Dwayne's room to play a game of monopoly.

"These games can take hours" Charles reminded us. "You can stay the night,
if you like Curtis, in Dwaynes room" he added.

"Thank you sir, I would like that, and my bike is here, so I can ride home
early in the morning to get ready for school".

"Do I need to call your mother?" He asked me.

'This might be a laugh' I thought to myself, as I scrolled to 'mum' and
pressed 'call', putting it on speaker phone.

"Hello baby".

"Mum, are you at home?" I asked.

"Why, where are you?" She deflected.

"I am at my friend Dwayne's house, you know, the one I go to church with".
"Oh, ok baby".

"Ma, is it ok if I stay here tonight?" I asked. "I'll come home in the
morning, to get ready for school".

"What, you wanna leave me here alone, with Kim lurking about in the house?"

"Yes ma" I answered, realising that this was not the time to uncover her
mysteries.

"OK then baby, don't be late for work" she replied.

"You mean school, ma".

"Don't be silly, Marques" she replied. I hung up before the conversation
got anymore confused.

"She said it is OK" I addressed Charles.

"She sounds like an interesting woman". He replied diplomatically "Who is
Kim?"

"Oh, that's..." I had to think quick. "Our cat". 'Curtis, you're quick' I
thought to myself. He seemed convinced anyway. Dwayne, Thandi and I went
upstairs to play Monopoly.

An hour or so into the game, Dwayne left the room to go and pee. "Pastor
Samuels is pressuring your dad to send you to Africa". I filled Thandi
in. "He gave me a big speech today on my intentions with Gamu, your father
has obviously been talking to him about me".

"How embarrassing" Thandi replied "I'm so sorry babes".

"Ain't you worried about being shipped off?" I asked her.

"Yes I am babes" she cleared her throat. "I will do everything I can to
resist it, and mummy is on my side".

"I don't want you to go" I spoke truthfully. "I wanna be there for you, and
our baby".

"OUR baby is it?". Charles burst into the room "Your fucking baby is it?, I
knew there was something funny about you creeping around this fucking
family like a bad smell". His voice grew more angry with every word. "Stand
up". He ordered.

I 'obeyed' him, and stood to my feet, whereupon he grabbed me by my collar,
pulling two buttons off my shirt as he forced me against the bedroom
door. I tried to overpower him, but the adrenalin in his anger gave him the
upper hand. "I should fuck you up right here and now, you little
bastard". He shouted.

"Dad, stop it". Thandi shrieked.

"What's going on?". Dwayne asked from the other side of the door, he was
unable to open it as Charles had me pressed up against it.

"You fucked my baby girl?". He forced me harder into the door, hurting my
chest with his force. "And you, you slut" He addressed his daughter. "Lying
to me about being raped, when all the time you were strutting round like a
village cat, you dirty fucking bitch, we are booking you on the first
flight to South Africa".

My own anger overpowered his, and I threw his hands off me, pushing him
backwards towards Dwayne's bed. Dwayne opened the door and dashed inside
wondering what the furore was all about.

"It turns out that this rat has got your slut-of-a-sister pregnant,
Dwayne". Charles addressed his son as though he would back him up.

"You're out of order saying these things dad". Dwayne answered.

Mr. Mbwanga looked at me like a bull ready to stampede. There was pure
hatred in his eyes. "Your finished son" He launched at me, but I dived out
of the way, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I went.

I threw my phone to Thandi. "Open my photograph album and look at the
latest three photos".

"Dad, how could you". Thandi screamed as she saw the still-shots of her
father having sex with Sharon Peters. "I knew you were cheating on
mum". She held the phone round for Charles to witness the evidence. "If you
touch Curtis, I will tell mum about your affair".

"Affairs" I corrected her "he is fucking at least THREE other women".I
claimed.  Thandi burst into tears.

"OK now shuttup" Charles demanded. "We do not have long before my wife gets
back, and we are all going to be singing from the same hymn-sheet when she
does. Dwayne" he ordered. "You stay silent, and you forget what you have
seen and heard in here this evening". Dwayne nodded. "Thandi", he
continued, "You will keep this rape story going, and you will never tell a
soul, not Gamu, not your mother, not anyone, that this bastard is the
father of your child".

"OK daddy" she whimpered.

"As for you, MATE". He continued, talking to me. "This child is nothing to
do with you, you will keep out of it's life, and you will keep out of my
daughters life. From now on, you come to church as Dwayne's friend, but
other than that, I do not want to see you, I do not want to hear your name
mentioned in this house, you are BANNED from seeing Gamu. I do not know
where you got that photograph from, I assume you are also fucking Sharon,
but you will delete it, and act like you have never seen it, that goes for
all of you, and you will show me some fucking respect in my own house."

"Fuck you". I spat at him. "You do NOT hold all the cards".

Charles launched himself at me once again, wrestling me to the floor. We
punched each other a few times, and believe me, he had throw a good
punch. Dwayne and Thandi stood on the periphery of the ring, begging us
both to stop. Charles got a good blow to my face, and as blood gushed from
my nose, Thandi rushed to my aid to be met by her fathers fist, who was
going in for a second blow. His punch landed straight in her stomach. She
screamed and keeled over in pain, running out of Dwayne's room and into her
own. She lay foetally on the bed, tucking her knees into her arms, awaiting
the return of her mother.

Charles also left the room, went downstairs and sat in front of Sky News
hoping to see some world-wide problems that would out-weigh his.

"Is it really your kid?" Dwayne asked.

I nodded. "Sorry I didn't tell you fam".

"Say nothing". Dwayne smiled. "Lemme see them photos of my dad". He
asked. I threw him my phone and he perused his fathers indiscretion. "Oh
look, a message came in". He said, offering me my phone.

"What does it say fam". I asked, wanting to prove that I don't have secrets
from him.

"It's from Sean". He looked worried. "It says 'Quick, get out of there, mum
has told Dad where Dwayne lives, and he is on his way to sort him
out'. Dwayne went pale. "Curtis DO something".

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