PETER, PAUL AND PASCAL: PART I

Three brothers.

It’s understandable when one steals to feed.

What is not excusable is when that becomes a way of life.

Even much odious is when an innocent party is coerced into such a life.

Peter and Paul had monitored the house “Guy, no one lives there except one caretaker.” Peter said.

Paul was shocked “For real? The person has mind O. I no go even fit live there all alone.” Noting that the house was the only one in the area, a bit afar of from the others in the neighborhood.

“Bro. Paul you dey fear.” The third occupant said from the backseat, which earned him a knock on his head by an angry Paul.

“I am not your mate, okay?” Paul said, Peter chastised him for assaulting Pascal their younger brother.

Pascal apologized.

Some minutes to midnight, they struck.

Peter skillfully entered the kitchen by breaking the glass frame with a piece of rock while Paul and Pascal waited outside, Pascal was trained as the get-away driver and the lookout.

Pascal as an observant lookout noticed the mist that was forming around the house due to coldness of the night’s temperature.

“Talkative oya lets go in.” Paul said to his younger brother, as the both entered the now opened door, carelessly marching the glass on the floor.

Shining the torchlight, they heard footsteps of someone approaching towards the kitchen whistling a tune – a tune the boys recognized from when their grandmother would whistle it as they heard her many tales.

Paul and Pascal were walking down memory lane, leaving Peter the only one with time to react, quickly dashing behind the door when the light suddenly came on. Paul and Pascal seemed to be in a trance.

“Oluwa O!” Pascal mouthed as his older brother simply uttered one word “Chei.” Before Paul using the karate skills he learnt, watching one too many Kung-Fu films, to knock out the woman that appeared holding a traditional fan.

His brothers were livid and by the time he looked down at the woman slowly regaining herself, he too was livid at himself.

Pascal rushed to help the woman up.

Peter and Paul looked on lustful wonder, the former deciding to avail himself of an “away match” before tying the knot with his childhood sweetheart.

Paul interrupted Peter’s inner thoughts “Aswear if I don’t fuck this woman, I am a bastard – see nyash.” The horny robber whispered, “don’t worry I will fuck on your behalf, you know you’re a married man already.” Paul teased his older brother.

“You dey craze, you see any wedding ring for my hand?” Peter replied, “I don’t even feel like robbing again, I can’t concentrate…I have to unload this load that is in my balls for me to work well”

“Is that so? Pleasure before business ehn, Mr. Business before pleasure.” Paul again teased.

“No. I mean you and Pascal run through the house while I take care of business.” Peter replied.

“No, you’re always the first, let me open her up.” Paul replied.

Peter sees Pascal applying ice-block to the woman’s head.

“This boy is a virgin.” Peter said to Paul, Paul nodded his head in agreement – correctly guessing what his brothers’ plans are.

“But that’s heavy for him,” Paul protested “he won’t even last up five minutes.”

“Of course I know, we got him into the life, now to take him even deeper. Now it’s time for him to know what we really did with all those women we escorted to ‘use the toilet’…” Peter coldly said looking at Pascal trying to reassure the woman that all would be well.

The African woman looked at the teenager, either he was sincere or this was the most messed mind-games being played – she appreciated his good gesture, believing it was for the best.

“Take her to her room and be with her while we do the job.” Peter said to Pascal.

Peter motioned for Pascal to come forward “you’re doing well, take her to her room,” the older brother said and then whispering “if you feel like touching her, or trying out what your penis can do, feel free to try it with her – don’t be afraid.” Peter said, intentionally skipping the part of having the woman’s consent.

A few minutes passed.

Peter and Paul’s minds were in the room with the unnaturally voluptuous woman who they assumed to be the caretaker, they stopped pretending to care about searching for any valuable in the house and made their way to the room where the object of their lust was.

They met Pascal seated on a chair talking to the African woman who was seated on the bed, the woman was so heavy, and the bed had pushed inwards.

Peter and Paul looked at each other, with the latter shaking his head, looking away while laughing.

“Pascal go downstairs and watch over the bags and be on the lookout.” Peter said to his younger brother.

Pascal kept quiet for a moment, as though something was in his mind, looking at the African woman “nice to meet you, Imani.” Pascal said in a tone of depression.

Imani simply smiled as Pascal left her alone with his two brothers.

The men sat next to Imani.

To be continued. (Click Here)