LANCE'S POV
"Are you sure about what you're saying?" I asked hardly believing my ears.
"I'm very sure, young Master. Dr. Elisabeth Emmanuel confirmed it herself." Uncle Freddy said.
"I appreciate your efforts, Uncle Freddy."
"Your welcome, young master."
I could feel he still had something to say, "What is it, Uncle Freddy?"
"Young master, if I may, I advise that you speak to her."
"Is it really necessary?"
"She is your mother. And she has a lot to play in this story."
"I don't have her details."
"I'll forward her number to you."
"Thank you. I appreciate this."
I was about to hang up the phone when I remembered Vivian's case.
"Mr. Freddy,"
"Yes, young master."
"I'll need you to do some digging around about a 'Vivian Collins', I'll send you details and images through WhatsApp"
"All right then, no problems."
I hung up the phone and turned to GG and Tiffany who looked shaken up. I was aware that both of them knew Vivian. I wasn't surprised that they were scared. I was scared too. I mean I've been having sex with a girl who's been dead for 5 years!
I consoled them and took pictures of the obituary flyer and forwarded to Mr. Freddy.
Tiffany left us and went home. When we got home, I headed straight for my room, picked up the phone and dialed Vivian's Number:
"Dear customer, the number you dialed does not exist."
I hung up and waited patiently to call. 5minutes later, my phone began to ring and sure enough, it was her.
"Hey Virgin boy," she said
"Who are you?" I asked
"What's that supposed to mean? I'm your favorite dominatrix!"
"You're supposed to be dead."
"I don't know what you're talking about,"
"On the 12th of September 2010, you were raped to death and buried October same year."
"Ah... I see you've lost your mind. If I was dead, or a ghost then how do you explain all the sex."
She was right! How do I explain all the sex?? Ghost don't have sex, do they?
"I can't explain it now but I'm sure there's something off about you."
She chuckled softly then said, "Here I am thinking you would apologize for what you did today."
"That's right, I'm sorry for today. But what did you mean by 'I'm just like him'?"
"Consider it a slip of the tongue."
I wasn't convinced. She hung up the phone.
I tried to absorb everything that happened today. None of it was making sense.
First, a guy sucked my dick, then Vivian's allegedly dead and that other news Mr. Freddy broke.
My head was spinning.
Just then, GG came into the room. She had already changed into her house wears which consisted of a black tank top (no bra), and bum shorts.
"Hey Lance, lunch's ready." She said softly.
"I'll be right down," I replied.
After she left, I had my bath and changed into my house wears. Just a tee and shorts. I sent the images and details of Vivian to Mr. Freddy.
Lunch was Jollof rice that Tiffany had prepared before leaving that Sunday.
We both ate in silence, both of us trying to absorb what had happened today. I cleared the dishes when we were done, while Gina stayed in the sitting room trying to do her homework.
I was up in my room thinking of my next move when I heard the doorbell ring.
GINA'S POV
The math problems were killing me! I shuddered when I thought about killing. So the almighty Vivian was actually a dead person.
What scared me was that the day of her death was the same day I met her for the first time. That's creepy stuff.
I tried to shake off the feeling and focus but the doorbell distracted me.
With a sigh, I went to answer the door.
I opened the door and was met with stunning beauty. She wasn't dressed expensively but looked good. Brown-skinned, slender and tall, wearing a faded blue jean and tee-shirt, with a pair of sunglasses to shield her eyes. She looked familiar.
She looked at me from head to toe, but I could feel her eyes focus on my breasts. I looked at them and remembered I was not wearing a bra.
I crossed my hands over them.
"Sorry, good evening, how may I help you?" I asked
She took off her glasses and said, "My name is Emilia. I came here looking for my son."
A bell went off in my head. Now I remembered why her face seemed familiar. She was Lance's mom.
But I thought he was an orphan?
"Please do come in," I said and showed her the way in.
She sat on an armchair.
"My name is Gina George. And I'm your son's maid." I said.
"Well, thank you for taking care of my son." She said, "Hope he's doing well?"
"He is actually. He helps me a lot and does most of the cooking."
Just as we were talking, Lance came down to meet us.
"Mother," He said
"Son," She replied
"You've been well?" he asked.
"Indeed I have." She said and smiled.
Lance walked over to the wine bar, "Wine?"
"Yes, please. But nonalcoholic." She said while walking to the bar.
I packed up my books and headed to my room.
I hope his mom doesn't get any wrong ideas.
LANCE'S POV
I poured my mom a glass of wine and handed it over to her. She accepted and took a sip, while I poured myself a glass. As I drank, I could feel my mother's eyes trail my body.
I put down my glass and looked at her eyes which were now full of mischief.
"What?" I asked.
"You're growing into a fine young man." She said.
"Thank you," I said then took another sip of wine
"What's her favorite sex position?" she asked.
I choked and spat out the wine.
"Run that by me one more time," I said
"What's her favorite sex position?" she repeated before finishing off her drink.
"I don't think that's a question a mother would ask her 15-year-old son," I replied then filled her glass.
"Well, I want to know what my son's maid's favorite sex position is."
"I don't know. Maybe, missionary?"
She faked a yawn and said "Boring! Ever heard of doggy style?"
"I do not want to have this conversation mom," I said making sure I stressed the mom.
"Pfft. You're no fun." She said then chuckled softly.
We had more drinks.
"She's pretty tough." She said, "But I can tell she wasn't your first."
"Anyways, what brings you here?" I asked
"Richman called and told me that you wanted to see me." She replied
"It's about this." I said while handing over the Doctor's report to her, "Ring any bells?"
She took the reports and examined them. I looked at her face for any signs but her face remained passive.
"Yep, it does ring a bell," she said then sipped
"And?"
"She's your step sister."
That was not what I was expecting to hear.
"But the name belongs to..."
"Your maid's father."
I Still didn't understand!
"Wait, Gina's my step sister?!" I asked almost shouting.
"No... She isn't. But you have met the girl before."
"Really? Where?"
"Silly, she's your classmate. Remember your first day at school?"
I remembered! On my first day in school, I had sex with two bisexual girls. One's name was Deborah and the other Rita. After school that day, my mom came to my school and picked up Rita. Rita was my sister.
No Rita was Gina and I's sister.
"It's all making sense now huh?" she asked.
I sat down. This was too much information to take in!
"Small world." She said, "Who would have thought I would meet Gina again. I used to visit her a lot when she was just a baby."
"How did you and her dad... You know?"
"Fuck?"
"Yes. Not the word I was going to use but, let's roll with it."
"I came to visit, his wife wasn't around and boom! We fucked. I must say I was disappointed."
"Why?"
"Your father was 5 times better than him in sex."
"Did dad know about this?"
"No, I don't think so. He was away for almost 2 years. Plus, this happened 2 years after you were born."
I shook my head, "what kind of mother are you?"
"The horny kind." She said, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to run."
"Thanks for coming mom."
She smiled then said, "Don't thank me yet. While fucking Gina's pussy, stroke her clit. Then you can thank me."
I walked her out the door. She planted a kiss on my cheek before turning to leave.
I closed the door behind me.
I got to my room and noticed I had several missed calls from Mr. Freddy.
There was a text message from him and it read:
I have news about Vivian Collins and I don't think you're going to like it...