PART 2 | ALL PARENTS NEED TO WATCH THIS!!!

The night was alive with possibilities as Taiwo’s sly smile met Kehinde’s hesitant gaze. “Stop acting like you don’t know,” she teased, her voice dripping with a dangerous allure. With their parents, Wana and Frank, away at a company dinner, the twins retreated to their room, oblivious to the hidden camera perched atop their wardrobe, its unblinking lens poised to capture their every move.

In the dim glow of their bedside lamp, Taiwo and Kehinde shed their clothes with practiced ease, their actions mirroring the provocative scenes they’d watched on television nights before. This time, it wasn’t mere exploration; it was a deliberate act, fueled by a reckless sense of freedom. Kehinde, once hesitant, felt a strange calm wash over him, the absence of their parents erasing his lingering doubts. Taiwo, lost in the moment, reveled in their shared secret, their bodies entwined on the bed as the camera silently recorded.

Outside, Mrs. Okoye, the nosy neighbor, hovered near the window, her ears catching faint sounds from within. But she turned away, shaking her head. She’d tried to warn Wana once before and had been met with a slap and fierce denial. “They’ll never believe me,” she muttered, retreating to her own home, leaving the twins to their forbidden dance.

Far from the quiet suburb, the company party buzzed with music and laughter. Frank twirled among his colleagues, his face alight with joy, but Wana sat alone at a table, her mind heavy. The twins’ eagerness to be left alone gnawed at her, amplified by Mrs. Okoye’s accusations and the strange intuition that something was amiss. She tried to dismiss it, sipping her drink, but her unease grew.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. An unknown number flashed on the screen, and the message sent a chill through her: Wana, come back home immediately. You need to see something with your own eyes. Her heart raced. Who sent this? Was it about her children? She tried calling the number, but it wouldn’t connect. Panic surged, and without a word to Frank, she slipped out of the party, flagged a taxi, and urged the driver to speed toward home.

As the taxi pulled up, Wana noticed a small crowd of neighbors murmuring outside her house, their eyes tracking her as she hurried to the door. Taiwo opened it, her face pale with surprise. “Mom, why are you back so soon?” she asked, her voice too casual.

Wana didn’t answer. She stormed past, heading straight for the twins’ bedroom. Taiwo followed, her heart pounding, as Wana reached for the wardrobe and retrieved the hidden camera. Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the controls, her breath catching as she braced for the worst. But when the footage played, her face paled—not with horror, but with confusion. The screen showed only the ceiling fan spinning lazily, clothes hanging in the corner, and no sound. Nothing incriminating. Nothing at all.

“Who touched this camera?” Wana demanded, her voice sharp as she turned to her children, eyes blazing with suspicion.

Kehinde’s lips quivered. “Mom, I didn’t touch any camera.”

Taiwo steadied herself, her voice calm. “I didn’t even know you put a camera in our room. I was surprised when you went straight for it. The wardrobe’s too high for us to reach, Mom.”

Wana’s grip tightened on the camera, her mind racing. She scrolled through the footage again, desperate for answers, but found only the same useless images. The audio was off, the angle wrong. Doubt crept in, mingling with her fear. Had she been wrong to suspect her children? Had Mrs. Okoye’s words poisoned her mind?

Taiwo seized the moment, her voice steady but accusatory. “Mom, why did you hide a camera in our room? Are you suspecting us of something? Have you started listening to the neighbors?”

Kehinde chimed in, his tone hurt. “Don’t you trust your own children anymore?”

Wana froze, her mouth opening but no words coming out. She had no defense, no explanation. Without a word, she turned and left the room, the camera clutched tightly in her hand. As soon as the door closed, Taiwo shut it behind her, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. “All thanks to you, Taiwo,” Kehinde whispered, relief flooding his voice. “You saved us.”

Taiwo chuckled. “I wasn’t sleeping when Mom came in last night. I heard her footsteps, saw her place something on the wardrobe. When you and Dad left for the party, I checked and found the camera. I moved it and turned off the audio.”

Kehinde stared at her, awe in his eyes. “You’re amazing.”

“We just have to be more careful,” Taiwo said, pulling him into a tight hug. Their secret was safe, and their forbidden bond deepened, a dangerous routine they couldn’t—or wouldn’t—break.

Days passed, and life in the Adebayo household resumed its rhythm. But one morning, an unsettling moment unfolded. Taiwo slipped into her parents’ room to retrieve a forgotten item, her mother busy in the kitchen. Frank, fresh from a shower, stood with a towel around his waist, applying cream to his skin, unaware of his daughter’s presence. Taiwo lingered in the corner, her eyes tracing his form with an intensity that went beyond filial affection.

Frank turned, startled to see her. “Oh, Taiwo, you’re here! How long have you been standing there?”

Taiwo blinked, snapping out of her trance. “I just came in, Dad,” she stammered, moving toward the dresser. “I forgot some stuff here.”

Frank nodded, unbothered, and gestured to the bed. “Have a seat.” He continued dressing, engaging her in light conversation, oblivious to the way her gaze lingered. Taiwo’s voice took on a strange tone. “Daddy,” she called, her voice soft, almost seductive.

Frank paused, confusion flickering across his face. “What’s that tone, Taiwo?”

She fidgeted, then pressed on. “Dad, can I help dress you up?”

He laughed, thinking it a playful jest. “Dress me up? Can you even manage that?”

“I can do anything for you,” she said, her voice earnest. “Remember when we were little, you used to bathe us? Now it’s our turn to take care of you.”

Frank chuckled, amused by her nostalgia. “You’re something else, Taiwo.”

She pressed further, her tone shifting. “Dad, our birthday’s coming up, and I want to ask for a favor. When we were eight, you, Mom, Kehinde, and I used to bathe together. It was so much fun. I miss those times. Can we do it again before we turn 18?”

Frank froze, his smile fading. For a moment, silence hung heavy. Taiwo’s heart raced, fearing she’d crossed a line. Then Frank chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I thought it was something serious. A bath with my daughter? Sure, I’d do anything to make you happy.”

Taiwo’s face lit up, relief masking the deeper intent in her eyes. “Thank you, Dad!” she exclaimed, but as Wana’s humming approached, she hurried out, leaving Frank staring at the empty doorway, a vague unease settling in his chest.

Monday arrived, and the twins prepared for school, their routine laced with subtle glances and fleeting touches. Taiwo lingered in front of the mirror, brushing her hair, while Kehinde teased her for taking too long. “You always look good, twinny,” he said, stepping closer, “but we’ll be late.”

“Why the rush?” Taiwo replied, licking her finger playfully. “Can’t we enjoy our morning?”

Wana, packing their lunches downstairs, watched them descend the stairs, their hands brushing. The silent looks they exchanged sent a shiver through her, but she dismissed it as paranoia. At school, during lunch break, Kehinde rushed to the restroom, unaware that Taiwo followed, her steps silent and purposeful. As he stood at the urinal, her arms wrapped around him from behind, startling him.

“Taiwo, you scared me!” he gasped, turning to see her mischievous grin in the mirror.

“Why so serious?” she teased. “I missed you.”

“Missed me? We’re together every day,” he said, but his smile betrayed him.

“It’s been two days since we…” she murmured, her voice trailing off as she drew closer. In the empty restroom, they gave in to their forbidden act, their secret thriving in the shadows.

That evening, as the family gathered for dinner, the warmth of the meal was disrupted by Taiwo’s sudden distress. A sharp pain twisted her stomach, and she bolted from the table, barely reaching the bathroom before vomiting violently. Tears stung her eyes as her body trembled, the pain overwhelming. Wana and Kehinde rushed to her side, their faces etched with concern.

“Taiwo, what’s wrong?” Wana asked, her voice tight with worry.

“I don’t know, Mom,” Taiwo gasped, her face pale. “It just… hurts.”

As Wana helped her daughter clean up, her mind raced. Was this just a stomach bug, or something more? The neighbor’s warnings, the camera’s empty footage, and Taiwo’s strange behavior swirled in her thoughts. For now, she focused on her daughter’s immediate need, but the seed of doubt grew stronger, threatening to unravel the fragile illusion of normalcy in the Adebayo household.

The story ends on a note of suspense, with Taiwo’s sudden illness hinting at deeper consequences of their actions. The camera’s failure to capture evidence keeps the twins’ secret safe for now, but Wana’s growing suspicion and Taiwo’s unsettling interaction with her father suggest that their hidden truth may soon come to light, with devastating repercussions.