MY STEPBROTHER'S ROOM WASN’T LOCKED…
EPISODE 1
: The Door That Should’ve Stayed Shut.
That night, I was just looking for where to charge my phone.
I didn’t plan to trip on his towel.
I didn’t expect to see… that.
And I definitely didn’t plan to stare long enough for him to catch me.
But life doesn’t give warning signs when forbidden fire is about to light up a quiet house.
The NEPA had done what they do best...disgrace Nigeria.
My mum had just remarried, and her husband moved in with his son...Dayo.
Dayo was 22.
Tall, lean, bearded, with those annoying dimples that make your blood pressure misbehave.
He called me “small madam” but looked at me like I wasn’t so small.
That night, I was home alone with him. My mum and his dad had gone for night vigil.
I was on 2% battery, phone blinking like a dying ambulance.
“Dayo, abeg, where your charger dey?” I shouted from the corridor.
No response.
I tiptoed to his door. It was ajar.
I should’ve knocked.
I should’ve walked away.
But curiosity? That spirit stronger than ogogoro?
I pushed the door gently.
AND BOOM…
There he was.
Standing with just a towel around his waist.
Wet. Steam rising from his body.
One earphone in, brushing his beards in the mirror.
And just as I stepped in, his towel betrayed him.
It fell.
And I saw…
Let me skip that part so Facebook won’t ban us.
But let’s just say...he wasn’t hiding anything.
"Jesus! I’m sorry!” I shouted and turned to run.
But my leg hooked his sneaker, and I landed...face flat...on his rug.
Guess what my face landed on?
Let me not talk.
Let me just sayI saw his future and past in 4K.
He walked toward me, calmly, like someone that knew the effect he had.
“You okay?” he asked, offering his hand.
I nodded like a malfunctioning robot.
My heart? Beating like borrowed generator.
My body? Betraying me like Judas on Sunday morning.
He pulled me up. But his hand lingered… a little too long.
Our eyes locked.
And that moment hung in the air like suspended lightning.
He licked his lips.
“So...you like what you saw?”
“You’re crazy,” I said and pushed him away.
“You’re the one that entered my room without knocking, small madam.”
I hissed and ran to my room.
But let me not lie…
I couldn’t sleep that night.
Because every time I closed my eyes, I remembered…
his towel.
his hands.
his breath.
and the way he said “You like what you saw?”
BUT GUESS WHAT?
The next morning, I went to brush my teeth.
Guess who walked into the bathroom shirtless with only briefs on?
“Oops. I didn’t know you were here,” he said with a smirk.
But he didn’t leave.
He picked up his brush, squeezed toothpaste like it was a crime scene, and stood beside me.
Our arms touching.
Our reflections side by side.
Temptation wore cologne that day.
That night, I heard soft knocks on my room door.
I was scrolling Instagram under my duvet.
I thought it was Mum and ignored it.
But the door creaked open.
And a familiar deep voice whispered…
“I know your phone is on. I saw your story post just now.
Open the blanket, small madam. Let’s talk.”
What did he want to say??
Did I open the blanket?
What happened in that dark room that night?
If you felt heat somewhere while reading, just drop “💦 DROP EPISODE 2!” in the comments.
Because the next scene involves midnight conversations, forbidden touches, and a kiss that should never have happened.
Shall we continue?
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