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My Parents came to my room one night, and told me To remøve my CIothes, so My Twin Brother can slêêp with me and enjoy ourselves.
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‎According to them, the Weather that Midnight was so cold, so they expected us to be cuddling ourselves in the same room. I told them that I was so tîred that night, that maybe some other time, but they shøuted at Me, and Reluctantly, I Opened my Clothes, And My brâ, And then they watched us Dêfiled us at that spot.
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‎I was just frownīng, so ãngry, 11 year old us being subjected to EvîI from our parents.
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‎"That's how the two of you Supposed to do!, sometimes at night, you should come to each other, if it's kìssing, you kìss each other; if it's Súcking or anything, Just do!" my parents said, and left our room that night. I Angrîly carried my bedsheets and covered myself and slept off.
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‎My dad even introduced My twin Brother to Pørngraphic Videos. I even remember that fateful afternoon, that particular one that I can never forget, My dad came close to my twin Brother and saw him watching Cartoons on the TV.
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‎"Where's your Twin Sister?" he asked
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‎"ohhh, she hurriedly went to get things, but she'll soon be back"
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‎"Alright, so you're watching Cartoons?"
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‎"Yes Daddy "
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‎My Dad moved closer to me, and whispered
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‎"See son, How many times are we going to tell you, Flourish, your Twin sister, is your lover, She's going to be your Wife in the future, your Soulmate, so it's better you start now!..., start to be tūrning her on, start to be treating her like A Queen that she is!, start to Romantically touch her,"
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‎So he gave his phone to watch põrn and EvîI videos, and I Instructed me to touch my sister the way they do in the video!.
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‎As I was watching, I was a sēnsation in my bødy, My littIe manhøød started getting straightened, I wasn't feeIing alright.
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‎My Twin sister came in, and Asked me what I was watching, I said I was calculating some figures, but I told us that we should go and ènjoy ourselves as you normally do...
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‎"Fredrick, when did you start asking for this?, I thought anytime we do it, is when mummy and Daddy Førced us to do it?, you have started having the ùrge?"
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‎"Well, Flourish, Daddy Messaged me that we should not just be idIe at home, and moreso you know we are lovers and...."
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‎"...shut up your mouth jhoorr, " I interrupted him, "... that's where they'll see you..., so what did you want from me now Fredrick?"
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‎"I have told you earlier sister, what we normally do..."
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‎"Then I'm not that ready for it now, but you can kìss me now, and when I'm ready, I'll meet you in the róom, so we do our 'normal"
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‎So my Brother came close, kìssed me, and started gràbbing my Bùttocks so hard, I had to slightly push him and shoùted on how he was just holding with so Much energy and førce.
‎y dad heard the commotion from upstairs, and came downstairs, and shoùted at Me
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‎"Flourish, why're You so stùbborn?, Your Twin Brother is trying to treat you as a Queen that you are, and make some Ióve to you, and every time, you're always giving excuses"
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‎"Daddy it's not what you think, emm..., I'm cooking, I just went out to get some ingredients, and, we kìssed just now, I told him after, when I'm done, we'll continue in the room"
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‎"In this kind of Ióve making, other things can pause for now, you'll do the cooking later, For now, you and your Twin Brother should go upstairs and make Ióve;... Infact, The two of you should go, I'll be foIIowing you at your back In case anyone of you tries to misbehave!.."
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‎"Okay Daddy, there's no need for you to foIIow us please, we'll comply, I promise " I said Fàintly, and fear fully, because I know the kind of Dad I have.
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‎"No!!, I must foIIow the two of you, don't question My order, Just move upstairs..."
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I wanted to place my wife on a salary after giving birth but my friends discouraged me.

After my wife gave birth, she had given birth to twins at the time. She was working as a secretary in a firm, but because of her pregnancy and the nature of her job, she was given leave to return three months after delivery.

Fortunately, she gave birth to twins, and going back was not easy because she really needed to stay at home and tend to the kids. Being someone who always had her own money, I thought it wise to place her on salary so that whenever she wanted to buy something for herself or eat what she desired, she could easily get it.

But the mistake I made was discussing this idea with some close friends at work.

I asked them,

“Guys, is it really bad if I place my wife on salary, seeing that she just gave birth, and will need money at hand?”

One of my friends snapped immediately.

“Salary for what? Why would you give her a salary? Is she not your wife? Is she your housemaid?”

I replied calmly,

“No, but I’m just thinking… This is someone who has worked all her life. Now she’s stuck at home with the babies. At least she should have something to hold on to.”

But another friend cut in angrily,

“It is you people that empower women. When you start this now, tomorrow she’ll go and tell my wife, and that one will start disturbing me. My brother, don’t start what you cannot finish. If you give her money for the house, that’s enough. Let her manage herself till she resumes work.”

I thought about it deeply and concluded that maybe they were right. I didn’t place her on any salary.

Now, my wife is the kind of woman who doesn’t know how to ask. All her life she has been independent, and I got carried away by that.

One evening, I returned from work and went into the bedroom. My wife had already ironed and arranged my clothes for the next day, as she always did. The twins were asleep in their cot, and she was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Just then, her phone rang. It was lying on the bed, so I picked it up and handed it to her before stepping out.

I overheard the conversation. It was her elder brother.

After the exchange pleasantries, her brother asked,

“My sister, how are you doing? You don’t sound happy. Is everything alright?” he asked.

She tried to sound cheerful.

“I’m fine. Everything is okay.”

But her brother pressed further.

“No, you don’t sound fine. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

After a pause, she said softly,

“Please, can you help me recharge my phone? I’ve run out of airtime. And if you can, help me subscribe for data too. I’ve been out for a week now.”

Her brother was shocked.

“Why didn’t you say so? You should have told me earlier.” He promised to send her some money immediately.

When she ended the call, I stood frozen. My chest felt tight. As a man, it struck me hard. My wife had to reach out to her brother for something as little as airtime and data, while I was there, doing nothing.

I really felt bad because as the man of the house, I am supposed to be the provider. If a man gets married to his wife and she still has to reach out to her brothers or family for help, then something is wrong. It’s not like I didn’t have the money. It’s not like we were poor. We were okay. I was okay. I just failed to take responsibility.

To me, it was a slap to my face. A big slap.

Later, during dinner, I asked her gently,

“Why didn’t you tell me you needed money for these things?”

She lowered her eyes and replied,

“You should know me by now. I don’t know how to ask. I’ve always worked and had my own. It’s not easy for me to come and start asking you for small things.”

I felt a sting in my heart. I reached for her hand.

“I’m sorry. From today, I’ll make sure you don’t lack anything.”

She smiled faintly, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. After the meal, I gave her some money. To my surprise, she broke down in tears.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, alarmed.

She wiped her eyes and whispered, “For over three months now, since I gave birth, I’ve been so broke. I couldn’t even buy shortbread, my favorite snack. I would see it in the shop, but I’d just close my eyes and walk away. Anything I see that I like, I pretend as if I don’t need it. It has not been easy for me.”

My throat tightened, and I felt ashamed. Right there, I promised myself never to let her go through that again.

From that day onward, I placed her on a monthly allowance. She never squandered it; instead, she used it wisely. Anytime I sent her money, she would rush to me with excitement, singing my praises,

“My husband, my husband, my Odogwu Bubu!” and dance around the room.

I would blush and laugh, and sometimes I would send her even more, just to see that glow on her face. Those moments brought peace into our home, because she knew she was valued and cared for.

Marriage is not about listening to outsiders. It is about protecting your home, prioritizing your partner, and making sure their needs are met in love.

Morals

Never allow external voices to dictate how you run your home. You and your spouse know what works best for your family.

Marriage is about partnership and care. Providing for your spouse, even in small ways, is a seed of love that grows into peace, happiness, and respect.

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