Umakoti Ngo Wethu

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"Litha! Get your baby and get in the damn car! Your sister is waiting for us!" Every time I hear about my sister and her perfect life, with her perfect house and her perfect husband, I roll my eyes.

My son was fourteen months old and not in the mood today. He had a terrible night's sleep, and he was frustrated and tired. Getting him dressed has been hell.  I was twenty years old and trapped in my mother's house. Luckily for me, my mom is a nurse, and she's never home. So I don't have to deal with the witch most of the time, but my sister invited everyone to lunch at her house in the suburbs. She does this when she wants attention.

I got my crying baby and his bag and stepped out of my room to see my mother in her Sunday best.  I almost laughed. "Litha why must you always dress like a slut? You already have a baby on your hip. Do you have to go out of your way to show the world what you're doing behind closed doors?" I just rolled my eyes. I was used to it.

"I'm literally wearing a dress that covers my arms and reaches my ankles." She just put her hand out for me to shut up. "What's the use in wearing something that covers up, but it's skin tight? You still look like a slut. And your body shape doesn't help." I was too tired of her nonsense to even care at this point. She had the exact same body type. Small waist with wide hips and a nice butt. It wasn't my fault she didn't know how to use it to her advantage.

"Where's Nthombifuti?" I just shrugged. Nthombifuti was my little sister, who I think my mother hates even more than me. "I'm here." Came her little voice. A look of disgust formed on my mother's face as she looked at her pregnant daughter. "Seventeen years old." She said, glaring and shaking her head at the little girl. We got in the car and drove silently to my sister's house. The "golden child". She married rich, and now she can't do anything wrong in my mother's eyes.

"My baby!" My mother exclaimed when my sister opened the door.  "Oh Lisa, you get more and more beautiful each time I see you." I rolled my eyes, and they walked off. Lisa didn't even say hi. We walked in and said hello to her in-laws. Her husband was outside with a couple of his cousins. We just waved at him and then made our way to the living room. I sat and entertained her in-laws. They were really nice, but obviously Lisa didn't like them because they weren't up to her standards. They were good people they just weren't classy enough for Lisa. Neither were we.

We gathered at the lunch table, and Lisa stood to make an announcement. "I'm sure everyone is wondering why we're gathered here." She started. "Are you finally pregnant? It's been eight years." He mother-in-law asked excitedly. "No, I'm not pregnant." She said angrily. Disappointed murmurs went around the table. "Enough! I'm trying to make an announcement." She complained.

"My husband, Themba, got promoted to CFO!" She said and squealed. Everyone clapped hesitantly. It was not the announcement her in-laws were looking for. Themba just looked uncomfortable with the whole thing. Something was up, but it's none of my business. We ate, and then everyone sat around. Not once did Lisa even say hello to Nthombifuti and I.

"Where's Jabu?" Her mother-in-law asked. Jabu was my son, Jabulani Junior, named after his father. "He's sleeping, ma. He didn't sleep so well last night." She nodded. She handed me a tea cup. I didn't even have to check what was in it. I knew. We giggled before drinking our "tea." It was just a cider. We did this all the time.

"Litha, I can always tell if a woman is fertile or not by her hips. Your sis is definitely infertile. She's built like an ironing board. She's just a skinny rectangle." I didn't want to laugh, so I just sipped my cup. "Now, you! You are very fertile. You have the shape of a real woman. Wide childbearing hips." She just hummed as if she was listening to herself. "In the old days when a woman couldn't have children, her sister would give her husband children."

"Ma, what are you saying?" I was shocked. Frozen in place even. "I'm not saying anything. I was just mentioning it. Forget about it. For some reason, my son loves his wife so much that she controls him. He would never sleep with anyone else even though I wish he would."

We left soon after that. The whole way home, we had to hear my mom go on and on about my sister and her husband while she called us baby factories. I was so glad she was going back to work tomorrow. I did not want to deal with her anymore. I got Jabu ready for bed and then took a bath myself. I needed some sleep tonight. I went to bed and woke up early with Jabu.

My mom was on her way out when I made his bottle. I just said goodbye and was thankful that I wouldn't have to see her. I wasn't breastfeeding as much lately, so he was getting used to his bottle. Also, I had a few drinks last night, so I'll just pump it and dump it. That's what I did. I was taking Jabu to his grandmother today. The grandmother who actually cares about him. I dressed him nicely. I put on a short floral dress and some sneakers. The v-neck exposed my cleavage, but I didn't care. It was hot today. I said goodbye to my sister and went to take a bus.

After the bus ride, it was a long walk. My son's grandmother lived on the other side of town. We finally got to her house, and she was overjoyed. She hugged me and took her grandson. We spent he day together. I helped her around the house while she played with her grandson.

We were sitting in the living room, and Jabu was entertaining us when someone knocked on the door. "Ngena!" She called for the person to come in. The door opened to reveal Jabu's father.

"Baba!" Squealed my baby boy. "Come here, you." Jabu's father lifted him in the air, and the little boy shouted for joy. I couldn't help but smile at the two. My joy was short-lived, though. "Sanibonani." The woman said softly. "Sawubona." Ma and I greeted her back. I avoided this woman at all costs, and obviously, today, we run into each other.

Jabulani, senior's wife, walked in and shut the door behind her. The only time I saw her was when I stalked her social media feed. She recently posted about their sixteenth wedding anniversary. Yes, they had been married for sixteen years, and Jabu was her husband's only child. It has been extremely awkward.

"I didn't know you were coming." Ma said to the two of them. "We didn't plan it, ma. MaShezi is going home for a funeral this weekend, and she wanted to see if she could borrow one of your huge pots." He asked as we all sat awkwardly. "Of course, but you have to bring it back spotless Makoti. Come with me. It's in storage behind the house." As they were about to leave the room, Jabu started crying for his grandmother.

"Okay, my boy. You can come with us." She took him, and as soon as the two of them were out the door, Jabu senior appeared on the couch next to me and lifted me onto his lap. Him and I both wanted the same thing, and I didn't hesitate. I started kissing him immediately. I was so horny.  I hadn't seen him in a while. He started groping my ass and I grinded into him. He lifted my dress and spanked my bear ass. I was wearing only a thong. "Ah." I moaned softly and he spanked me harder. "Mm." He pulled pulled my thong to the side and started spreading my ass cheeks.

I broke our kiss immediately. "Baba, you know we can't continue." I whispered, and he groaned. "Fine, let me just taste you a little bit." He licked his middle finger to wet it and made lay on his chest. "Ah! Fuck!" I moaned into his neck as he thrust his middle finger in my pussy from behind. "Ah! Mm!" I muffled my moans in his neck as he thrust in me a few times. Hearing the sloshing sounds coming from my pussy made me even more horny.

He pulled his finger out of me and licked it clean. "You're always so wet for me baby." I kissed him one last time and moaned as I tasted my own juices in his mouth. I jumped off him when I started hearing Ma's voice. We both pulled ourselves together and returned to our seats just as they returned.

Wow.

That was a close call.