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.
