After his wife, Patrice, died, Cedric Chestnut retired at the age of 29 to take care of his children, daughter Michelle and, now, son Patrick. Cedric would cook, clean, and drive Michelle to and pick her up from school. Ten years later, when Pat turned ten and Michelle fifteen, he decided he would return to the work-life and open his hotel named after himself, "Chestnut Hotel". Headquartered in the Blue Hills of Boston, the hotel, an all-glass building, had twenty-one floors. Apart from the first floor, which had no rooms, every room in the hotel had a view of the city. Five years later after his daughter graduated high school and was going to college he opened another one in the hills of California. Same as before, an all-glass building with twenty-one floors.
Michelle started college and was studying the history of religions and later her doctorate in religious iconology and symbology. During her college years, she would join the foreign exchange student program so she could travel to different countries and stay there for a year and study their religion. While there, a student from that country would travel to the United States and study there. While in the U.S., that student would stay with Cedric and his son Pat.
For Michelle's first country she would travel to Greece and study Christianity. While there she would stay with a Greek family, the Kalogerakis. Their daughter Octavia, a linguistic student, would travel to Boston and study there. She was fluent in all the European languages, Greek, French, English, German, and many others. Cedric and Pat went to pick her up at the airport. She was five feet five inches tall, long dark hair covered her oval face and symmetric jaw lines with a butt chin the size of the Corinth Canal.
When their eyes met, Octavia smiled at Cedric and Pat as they walked over to her. Cedric extended his arm to shake her hand. She took his hand in hers, grabbed the back of his head with the other, and kissed him on the cheek. "Hello Mr. Chestnut!" and turned to Pat, "...and you must be Patrick?" She said as she hugged him. Cedric and Pat each grabbed her luggage and walked her to the car. She sat in the passenger seat next to Cedric and Pat in the back.
They lived in a mansion in Chestnut Hill. When they arrived home, Cedric gave Octavia a tour of the house and showed her to her room. On the first floor, there were a living room, a dining room, and a kitchen across from that. There were two bedrooms on the second floor, Michelle's on one side and Pat's on the other with a Jack and Jill bathroom separating the rooms. On the top floor was Cedric's bedroom with a full bathroom and walk-in closet. In the basement, there was a fully furnished apartment for guests, where Octavia would stay. And a fully furnished pool/in-laws' house opposite the pool.
At dinner, he explained to her the rules of the house and that she would be treated like his daughter, Michelle, and a member of the family. After dinner, each of them went their separate ways. Pat to his room to do his homework, Octavia, to her room to unpack, and Cedric to his room to catch up on work emails. Later that night, Cedric went downstairs for a drink. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed Octavia was sitting in the living room by herself, watching television.
"Hi, Mr. Chestnut!" She said when he entered the room.
"You can call me Cedric, Octavia."
"Wait, your name is Cedric Chestnut? C.C. or C square. I'll call you Mr. C."
Cedric smiled and kept walking.
"You like it, Mr. C? Wait, where are you going? Sit down and watch TV with me?"
"I'm going to get a drink then to bed."
"Wait, I'll get it for you. Sit down, I'll get it," she said as she walked over to the kitchen.
Octavia was wearing a white tank top with no bra on and a booty-high denim short exposing her long, lean legs. Cedric sat down on the couch watching Dave Chappelle making a full of himself on a Netflix special. Octavia came back with a glass half full of Brandy for him and a glass full of wine for herself. She handed the drink to Cedric and sat down next to him. Their legs were touching. He couldn't help himself but look at her lean legs and thighs. He could only imagine himself licking her legs from her pretty pedicured toes up to her thighs and burying his face between her legs. He shook the thought out of his head and reminded himself that she could be his daughter.
Cedric must have dozed off after the drink because when he woke up and glanced over her way, Octavia was laying on the couch next to him in the fetal position. He could see her upper thigh and butt cheeks from that position. He reached over and grabbed the blanket from the next seat over and covered her. "Good night, Octavia!"
"Good night, Mr. C.," she responded in a low voice.
"You should go to bed."
"I will in a minute."
As Cedric lay in bed, the thought of Octavia clouded his mind. She was beautiful standing there in front of him, pulling her top off over her head and her shorts down to her ankles, exposing her tanned body. Her breasts were perfectly round and perky, her flat stomach with a tiny little hole for her belly button. Wearing nothing but a white thong, exposing her peach-shaped ass. He opened his eyes and shook the thought off his mind. A moment later, he closed his eyes again to see her kneeling down between his legs, holding his shaft and licking the head of his cock. He woke up and shook the thought out again. He tried to stay up, but eventually doze off and pictured him eating her pussy from behind and about to stick his cock in her. Once again, he woke up and turned the TV on some news until he drifted off to sleep.
The next day he woke up to the smell of breakfast. He showered, got dressed, and went downstairs. When he arrived at the dining room, Octavia had breakfast ready on the table and Pat at the table ogling her ass in some yoga pants and sports bra.
"Good morning! What smells so good?"
"Oh! Good morning, dad!" Pat said when he noticed his father staring at him.
"Good morning, Mr. C. Sit down. I have breakfast ready."
Cedric sat down and couldn't help to notice what Pat was staring at. She had her hair braided in one long braid all the way down to her lower back. Her ass wiggled in those yoga pants as she stirred whatever she was cooking. Again, after breakfast, they each went their separate ways. Octavia to the gym behind the pool house, for a workout; Pat to school, and Cedric to the office.
Later that evening, when Cedric got home, he and Octavia cooked together, giggling, touching, and flirting with each other. Same as before, after dinner, they each went their separate ways. Cedric came back down for a drink and sat on the couch watching Netflix with Octavia. This time she sat with her back to him, leaning on him and her head resting on his shoulder. He turned and kissed her on the top of her head.
The same pattern was repeated all week, wake up, breakfast, school, and work. Later, they ate dinner and went their respective ways. Cedric and Octavia somehow always find themselves watching Netflix in the living room together. It was like their nightly date. This time she tucked herself under his arm. He kissed the top of her head again. She lifted her head and he kissed her forehead this time. She looked up at him and he down at her. When their eyes met, he kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back. What are you doing? he asked himself. He tried pulling back, but she grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him harder.
Without breaking the kiss, she straddled his lap and took her top off. She was about to unstrap her bra when he stopped her. "No, leave it on." Still kissing, he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. "We cannot do this." He kissed her on the forehead and left her room. Cedric went upstairs to his bedroom to sleep. Unable to sleep with the thought of Octavia clouding his mind again. This time, he did not only see her, but he could feel her lips on his, he could smell the scent of her hair and taste her in his mouth.
Come Friday night, Pat would go to football camp for the weekend. Cedric came home and dinner was already set on the table. They ate dinner together exchanging how their days went. After dinner, they cleaned up together, then Cedric went upstairs to shower. "I'm going to wash up then I'll join you after for our date night."
"Ok!" she responded with a hint of a smile.
Cedric had 90's old skool rap playing in the bathroom while he showered. After the shower, he dried up and walk out. As he opened the door, he saw Octavia sitting at the edge of his bed wearing an all-white lingerie set consisting of a push-up bra, lace mini V-thong, and suspenders attached to the lace top stockings with matching five-inch white pumps on, holding a glass of brandy in her hand.
Cedric was shocked to see her, "Octavia, what are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd bring our date night in here instead," she said with a smile as bright as her outfit.
Cedric did not move, standing there admiring her beauty. She walked over to him and pulled his head down and kissed him. He could taste the drink in her mouth. He took the glass from her and drank most of it. She drank the rest and placed the glass on the dresser. She turned to him and said, "I'm all yours, Mr. C.," he pulled her closer to him, and placed his hand on her lower back as he kissed her. His hand slid down feeling on her smooth cheeks, grabbing her ass and smacking it. A soft grunt escaped her mouth while they kissed.
