AND THEN THERE WERE THREE
My story begins when I got home after graduation. It was as though a discussion of my happily married life after graduation had been a topic for the roundtable. Just when I thought my life had begun, having acquired my first university degree as a lawyer and awaiting law school posting, then came the pressure from my family to get married, or at least introduce a fiancée before heading out for law school.
The issue of marriage was one thing I had never thought of until then. I didn’t even have a beard girlfriend. It was simply something that had curiously never existed on my mind until it came up at home. I was emotionally, psychologically and financially unprepared for it. I was simply not ready to get married. I doubt I ever will, considering the fact that I’m simply gay.
But the pressure was really coming down hard – from my family. And that set off a dilemma within me. I found myself constantly battling depression, quietly resenting my parents for the unfair pressure they were putting on me. Initially, I gave noncommittal responses to the queries, hoping my apparent nonchalance would discourage them. That didn’t work. So, I pleaded with my parents to hold off on demanding for my commitment, to at least give me time to finish law school before I’d have to focus on getting them a wife. I say ‘getting them a wife’ because it was obvious this intended marriage was for them and not me.
After I asked for time, for awhile, with no persistent queries, I figured my plea had been hearkened to. I was soon disabused of that thought, when I found out my parents had gotten an aunt of mine involved; they wanted her to help get a girl for me. It wasn’t bad enough that they wanted me to wed to a gender I didn’t want, they were now angling for an arranged marriage? The darkness brooding in my heart festered some more. I sank really deep psychologically, went really dark.
My aunt came down from Lagos and settled in. the day after her arrival, she asked me to accompany her to see a friend. I acquiesced. On our way, she kept going on and on about the goodness of her friend and this friend’s children, how beautiful and well-mannered the children are, and how I would love to associate with them. I was right next to her, nodding and saying nothing. Clearly, this was a shopping expedition, and the main item – the only item – on the list was a wife material.
We soon got to our destination. The friend, a slightly matronly woman, good looking for her age, welcomed us amidst ebullient pleasantries she exchanged with my aunt. The living room was tastefully furnished, with its upper middle class ambience, and it adjoined a dining room where I espied a boy eating at the table. My aunt’s friend (who I’ll call Mrs. Jones) soon asked the boy over to greet us. He left his meal for a moment to come out and say hi. He was really good looking and somewhat shy. From the exchange between my aunt and Mrs. Jones over him, I quickly gathered that he was his mother’s only son. He returned to his food and Mrs. Jones called out her three daughters, all of them beautiful, and introduced them to me. As they were paraded before me, their virtues extolled, it all felt surreal, almost like the parade of women that were displayed before the biblical King Xerxes when he decided he wanted a new wife after Queen Vashti disrespected him.
Because I didn’t think I was required to give any response while this charade was going on, I kept quiet and merely smiled and nodded every now and then. As our visit progressed, I began to develop the feeling of one being watched. I glanced quickly in the direction of the dining room in time to catch Mrs. Jones’s son (who I’ll call Bennett) turn to his food. He’d moved his head quickly, but not so quick that I didn’t know he’d been looking someplace else just seconds before and not at his food. I suspected he’d been looking at me, and confirmed this when moments later, I looked at him through my peripheral vision and saw him staring at me. He was intense about it. As long as I wasn’t looking in his direction, he kept his gaze on me. I soon began to get uncomfortable and excused myself from the company of the women, asking to go outside and stroll a bit. Of course my aunt suggested I be accompanied by one of Mrs. Jones’s daughters, a suggestion I quickly rejected, before escaping outside into the evening.
When I got outside, it wasn’t long before I heard footsteps following after me. I turned to see that Bennett had come out after me. We got talking, just casual talk, during which we exchanged contacts. After that, I went back inside. And then, my aunt was done with her visit and we were soon on our way back home. Along the way, she carried on and on about the Jones’s daughters and how even more beautiful they were than the last time she saw them, and all the while she was talking, I couldn’t help but wonder how it was that I’d made a connection with the unintended Jones child.
Then we got home and my aunt made an observation. “I noticed you didn’t ask for any of the girls’ numbers.”
I made a noncommittal grunt.
She went on, “That’s no matter. I collected Nkechi, the eldest daughter’s number for you. Here, her number is…” And she began reeling off digits that I reluctantly typed into my phone, a number I knew I was never going to call.
That evening, I got a WhatsApp message from Bennett. And we soon began chatting. Not long into our chatversation, he began to get upfront with his intentions. Apparently, he’d fallen in love with me the moment he saw me as I stepped into his house. He desired me and would like us to explore something between us. I didn’t mind his profusion but told him we had to take things slow. Our chat progressed as we got more and more acquainted.
Then the next morning, his sister Nkechi, who’d obviously been given my number, buzzed me on WhatsApp as well. I reluctantly responded to her, and in no time, during the course of our chat, she was calling me her ‘love’.
Both Joneses were very frank and dauntless in their profession of affection for me. And it soon began to feel like a race between brother and sister to win my heart. This was all too much weirdness for me.
However, the story, already complicated as it was, did not end there. It seemed as though my family had approved of Nkechi and her family as potential in-laws and began to fraternize with them. Social calls were exchanged and my mother and Mrs. Jones soon began best friends. I was asked to go on errands for the Joneses whenever Bennett wasn’t available to do them; basically, I was getting groomed to be the perfect son-in-law to the Joneses.
The day came when I was scheduled to drive Mrs. Jones to a wedding. In spite of the circumstances that brought us together, I truly found the woman to be a delightful person. And during the drive to the wedding, she rode shotgun and we were having a good time conversing and laughing.
During a period of silence when I was focused on navigating through some traffic, I felt a stir on my thigh. I looked down to see Mrs. Jones’s hand on my thigh, the beringed fingers moving slowly up and down my lap. I was so startled, I almost jammed my foot on the brake pedal. Instead, I froze right there on the seat, mechanically driving and mentally stupefied. I didn’t know what to do, to say. I couldn’t even look at her. I just stayed immobile, my heartbeat ratcheting up and up, feeling violated by the hand that was caressing my thigh. Then as I drove over the next bump on the road, in a move that coincided with the maneuver, I gently jerked my leg away. But then I leveled the car and continued driving, and her hand returned to my thigh.
I was shocked and angry and confused. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to feel. Some part of me, the part of me that simply couldn’t believe that this woman could possibly be a sexual predator, tried to explain away her touch as maternal. Perhaps she caressed her children on the thighs too.
I didn’t say another word to her until we got to the wedding. And right there, she began to act noticeably – to me, anyway – clingy, wanting me to be by her side at all times, and occasionally reaching for my hand. Still, I tried not to jump to any conclusions.
However, all my rationalizations went out the window the next day when her messages began pouring in on – where else? – WhatsApp. Messages that detailed how she wants us to be close, how she is capable of taking care of my needs if I can take care of hers, something she assured me wouldn’t be a problem, seeing as she was a bank manager.
I was confounded! This was a woman who was married with children in my peer group! A woman who, if our families had their way, would be my mother-in-law! A woman who was the mother of two people already gunning to get into my pants! This was unbelievable! I couldn’t believe this cosmic joke the universe seemed to be playing on me. I could just imagine the Devil and Angel Gabriel sharing a chuckle somewhere as they let this practical joke play on.
I was thoroughly disgusted. And promptly began to withdraw from the Joneses – every one of them, from the parents to the children, including Bennett and Nkechi. I couldn’t stand the mess that seemed to be brewing from my association with them. As I write this, I have come through from another one of Bennett’s desperate pleas over why I’d become distant from him. Even Nkechi is getting the message. Only their mother seems not to understand that no means no!
I’d like this all to end quietly and without fuss, but if the woman continues to push for a reciprocation of her intentions, there’s no telling what the aggrieved heart of a revolted young man will push him to do.
Written by Matrix
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45 Comments
Lorde
January 06, 06:58These Joneses are quite a horny bunch….
Johnny
January 06, 07:24The Joneses are made hoes. This is twisted, and staff Benette before you say buy buy.
Khaleesi
January 06, 08:26Damn fucking hell! The story seemed a bit familiar until the ‘Mom’ part, abeg just bang Bennett and run!
y
January 06, 08:26Can I have Mrs Jones number..?
LMAO
IBK
January 06, 08:28Wawwuu, such horny. Very thirst.
DeadlyDarius
January 06, 08:39*Rihanna hysterical laughter meme*
IBK
January 06, 08:29And no for the love of all that is pure and good please don’t bang Bennet. He has feelings for you and sex with him might make it more difficult to move on. The decent thing to do is not use the nigga.
beejay
January 06, 08:55I agree! Simply extricate yourself from what’s bound to be an explosive situation with as much class and dignity you can, before it all blows up in your face.
Mandy
January 06, 09:06Bennett is a hottie na. He should at least get some action before closing credits. 😀
Haiku
January 07, 15:07Such interesting, So amaze. I wouldn’t bang any of them. Seriously, this is messed up on so many levels. What?????!
Mandy
January 06, 09:04This is such a mess. Haba. The Mrs. Jones sha, has she got no shame? Ptueh.
Canis VY Majoris
January 06, 09:31LMAO!.
I have just 1 question. How good looking are you???!!!
Pink Panther
January 06, 09:47Lol. Good question.
Matrix
January 06, 13:46Honestly, I think this has more to it than my looks…It’s just a complicated and fucked up issue.
posh666
January 06, 13:55Honestly if it were me at the end of the day life is too short and when we old and gray haired we need stories to tell.
With that been said, if you feel you can get it up for the older mama Jones I say go for it and get what ever you can out of her…Then at least shag the little Bennet and give him a taste of the sugar too even if it’s just once and move on!
In the end this is one dysfunctional family and nothing good can come of it…Obviously you ain’t interested in dating the girl your aunt intended for you,so sooner or later you gats to cut all ties with them freaks.. .So why not have fun a little and let them all go once you’ve had your fill…
Canis VY Majoris
January 06, 22:26@Matrix, you’d be fine, after all you dodge bullets and fight Agent Smiths for a living.
Although, Posh666 has a point, but at the end of it all, do what you can live with.
Also, be kind to let us know whatever decision you make.
Amon
March 04, 12:22My thoughts exactly
Mitch
January 06, 09:38This family is a flaming hot mess.
How much is too much? Even if they have no respect for themselves, throwing themselves at the first available person is an absolute no-no! This is just beyond disgusting!
Philips
January 06, 09:40Kikikikikikiki *Laughs in Swahili*
Tough family ?????
Z
January 06, 09:44I swear, this is just very funny
elrombi
January 06, 09:53I’ve found myself in a similar mess before, although mine was among three siblings; a girl and her two brothers. Happy new year guys
Pink Panther
January 06, 10:30How did you handle that mess?
elrombi
January 06, 19:50I took to my heels
Matrix
January 06, 13:52I would’ve asked for the technique you adopted in yours but since their mom is not involved in your story then it’s quite a big difference. Because in this case,their mom is my greatest headache.
Bain
January 06, 10:17Matrix,you must be one damn hottie!!!…
posh666
January 06, 10:17This should be titled “keeping up with the jonesse’s “….
Canis VY Majoris
January 06, 11:00LOL Seconded!!
DarkSide
January 06, 10:58Na wah ooo! Chai!
Irish...
January 06, 11:30first, let’s note that non of the Joneses’ know that any their family member is gunning for attention from him, 2ndly, there’s nothing wrong with mrs Jones trying to get laid, let’s not slut shame her, unfair.As for matrix, carry your leg and run oo…
Chuck
January 06, 18:50She is married and cheating
Francis
January 07, 08:13Abegi, only God knows what the husband is up to as well.
@matrix as long as you want to stay firmly in the closet, RUN as this looks like a trainwreck about to happen. Personally I don’t have time for “If I had known” situations anymore. I avoid them. You could just tell Bennett that you’re still too hung over your ex to pursue anything meaningful with him right now. Just find better lie to let him down gently.
Leo
January 06, 11:46Dude, you must be hot cake o. Mother, daughter and son?! nna wa.
Jo
January 06, 12:01Lol..see gbege!
Delle
January 06, 12:32Hian. Matrix oo, biko I think I want you. Sorry, I KNOW I want you. I’m not a predator and definitely not a Jones????.
PP would give my email address to you. XOXO.
BlurryFace
January 06, 20:46mmm enough drama!
lluvmua
January 06, 21:05hey matrix if u would ask me, I think you shouldn’t push off Bennett just like that…… cause he might end up feeling like something is wrong with him…….. and that might led to low self esteem which would be disastrous for him later on……. so I think since he was the first person to strike your interest you should become FRIENDS with him while u distant your self from the rest of the family…… and if you really don’t want anything to do with either of them, I would advice you to let him know that nothing is wrong with him………… and if u think he can handle it, tell him about his mum and sister………then you can go…. but if he’s fun and you like him, I would advice you two figure out how you would like to go about everything……… cheers nice read though………
Jide
January 07, 12:04Makes sense.
Elvis
January 06, 22:11So much mess,i feel you should get along with Bennett,maybe not sexually.. And pls let’s not judge this Mrs Jones,a little this and that hurt nobody.. We all want some good d at the end of the day. Matrix,how about you visit my house tho?
Pink Panther
January 07, 07:10Ptueh! hoe. lol
Icarus
January 07, 10:46Why do I secretly feel like I’m Bennet. Anyways I say don’t sleep with them . I’ve been in a situation where I slept with both boyfriend and girlfriend. Best few days of my life till bf found out I was sleeping with gf and shit got complicated. When he was the one I was cheating with initially.
Jide
January 07, 11:55Ahhh. You must be very attractive. Give me your WhatsApp number na.
Elvis
January 07, 12:07Jide,don’t come and drag Matrix with me ooo. I dey pour person pikin acid ooo. Hoe alert!!!
Jide
January 07, 12:47*backs out*
Tali
January 07, 13:20Lol this family just screams thirsty! And don’t play the modest card here…there’s gotta be something about how you look.
I think you should run away from every single member of that family. What are you going to tell Bennet that will make him leave you?? “hey Bennie your mum and sister have a crush on me and want to sleep with me,so you and I can’t be together”? That is just going to crush his soul. Walk away from them…ignore their messages,calls,block them…they will get tired and leave you.
They are a thirsty bunch…the next hottie that comes their way will steal the spotlight from you.
promise4all
January 07, 13:48That’ll just break his faith in families most especially, if the father is still alive. Besides, Why tell him if you ain’t telling the sister & mother the sides due to them. This is what you get from a family you’ve looked at to be holy. They’d have tied you to a bed and rode your dick in crazy succession since your family has decided to get you married to the other family, not their daughter. lol Sex at the Joneses