Pleasure with My Godfather

Chapter 5

"Oh, sorry Angel," Godfather apologized, then took a pillow to place between us. I was just acting coy, but I knew exactly what had pressed against my lower abdomen. It was truly Godfather's fault that my innocent mind was being exposed to worldly desires.

After a while, I started to feel sleepy while feeling Godfather's gentle caress on me. But then, I felt him get up and go to the bathroom.

Because Godfather Nick took a long time, I closed my eyes. From somewhere, it seemed like I was dreaming because of the unusual moans I heard. But because I was so sleepy, I just let it be.

The next day...

I woke up and found that Godfather Nick was no longer beside me. It was only five o’clock in the morning. My phone does not set an alarm on weekends, but I still always wake up at five. I went to the quarters to wash my face and brush my teeth.

Afterward, I went downstairs to the kitchen to cook breakfast. I remembered Dad, so I cooked extra to bring some to him. I made fried rice using the leftover rice from last night. I added ham, hot dogs, and carrots. The breakfast turned out beautifully. I also fried some eggs and bacon. Then, I put some in a lunch box.

I covered the breakfast I cooked and then left. I was approaching the house when a man jogging in my direction caught my attention.

Godfather Nick was wearing a fitted white tank top and black shorts. He wore white rubber shoes that were obviously expensive. He looked simple, but Godfather Nick’s high status was impossible to hide.

He seemed almost perfect because he possessed all the good qualities that anyone among his peers would desire.

"Good morning, Godfather," I greeted him politely when I got close. He then removed the earphone plugged into his ear.

"Why are you up so early, Angel?" he asked, glancing over me. He then swallowed and looked at the food container I was carrying.

"I cooked breakfast; I am just going to bring some to Dad. Your breakfast is already prepared at the Villa, Nick," I informed him.

"It is okay, I will go with you; I am finished with my jogging anyway," he said.

"Alright, Nick, I was worried about Dad because he might wake up late. That is how he is when he gets drunk," I told him.

"Your Dad is very lucky to have such a caring child," Godfather said meaningfully, causing me to turn toward him.

Right then, I failed to notice a stone in the path and stumbled.

I would have fallen face-first onto the ground if Godfather had not supported me. But my eyes widened when I realized where his palm had landed.

And he seemed surprised too when he squeezed my chest. Perhaps he thought my breasts were like a steamed meat bun.

"Angel, are you not wearing a bra?" he exclaimed, his eyes widening.

"Ah, well... no, Nick... my clothes are thick, so it is okay. And also..." I said shyly. I wondered why Godfather had to squeeze my chest this early in the morning. "I really do not wear a bra," I admitted, my face heating up.

For some reason, I am not comfortable wearing a bra, so at my age, I usually just wear a tank top.

I use n****e tape so they do not show through my clothes. My back hurts when I wear a bra. That is why I deliberately wear thick T-shirts so it is not noticeable.

"But why?" he asked, seemingly in disbelief.

"Godfather, it is so early for my chest to be our topic," I shyly scolded him.

"Ah, right, sorry. It is just that, maybe later—never mind. Let us go deliver that to your Dad so we can go home," Godfather suggested, putting his arm around my shoulder.

"But Angel," he said, looking at his large palm. He even opened and closed his fist like a child.

"Why, Nick?" I asked, wondering.

"Nothing... let us go." He said as he hurried his pace, so I did the same. I practically had to run because of how large Godfather Nick’s strides were.

"Dad..." I called to Dad while knocking on the door. It did not take long before Dad opened it, looking like his sleep had been disturbed.

"Oh, why?" he asked, looking back and forth between us.

"I ran into Angel while I was jogging," Godfather answered as he entered the house and removed his arm from my shoulder. The housing provided for the workers in the orchard is nice and orderly, so our house is in good condition.

"Dad, I brought your breakfast just in case you head to the orchard without eating again."

"You really are something. I am getting used to this, my child; you spoil me too much. But thank you, my child," Dad said happily as he took the food container I brought.

"See that, Nick? If you had married early, you would surely have a daughter as beautiful and hardworking as her," Dad said proudly, ruffling my hair.

"I am happy for you, Bro. But I am doing fine. Besides, this godchild of mine will take care of me while we are together, right Angel?" Godfather Nick asked me with a smile.

"Of course, Godfather. I will cook for you and Dad."

"You really—I told you not to worry about me too much, child. I should get used to it, and it seems Edgar is quite determined about you."

"Oh, Dad," I scolded him as my face heated up.

"And who is Edgar, Bro?" I saw Godfather’s jaw tighten as he turned his gaze toward me.

"He is a persistent suitor of your godchild. Even though he has been rejected many times, the fool really puts in the effort. Last night, when I arrived, I even caught him out here saying he wanted to visit you, child."

"Dad, really, you know I do not—"

"Bro, Janus, Angel is still young," Godfather interjected. "Let her fulfill her dreams first before she thinks about having a boyfriend or getting married."

"Oh, why are you getting angry? It is normal for my daughter to be courted because she is beautiful; she takes after her mother, right child?" Dad remarked with pride and laughed. But I felt the back of my neck heating up for a reason I could not understand.

After Dad and Godfather Nick finished their conversation, we said our goodbyes. However, I noticed that Godfather remained silent and looked angry.

"Godfather, are you okay, Nick?" I could not help but ask once we were inside the house.

"I am just annoyed. Your Dad is not thinking clearly. You are still young, so you should focus on self-improvement and exploring, not on being courted by young men who know nothing of the world."

"I already know that. So please do not be angry anymore, Godfather. Eat first so that your annoyance will fade."

"My annoyance does not just disappear like that, Angel," he said, still frowning. "I will take a shower first; just prepare my clothes again, okay?" He went upstairs first, but I followed Godfather to prepare his clothes.

"Angel," he called as he was entering the bathroom door.

"Yes, Nick?"

"Could you please scrub my back?" he requested.

"What? Me, Nick?" I asked, as if I were out of my mind.

"Yes, it is just us here," he said seriously.

"Okay, Nick, I will be there after I get your clothes," I answered, swallowing hard. I did not hear any further response from Godfather, but I saw that he left the bathroom door open.

And through the mirror of his closet, I saw Godfather’s sturdy muscles on his back when he took off his tank top. And as if he did not care at all, he took off his shorts.

I looked away, but I glanced at the mirror again to see Godfather Nick’s sexy rear outlined in his fitted boxers.

"Amber Gel, your eyes are definitely not innocent anymore. My gosh," I scolded myself as I continued preparing Godfather’s clothes.

A little while later, I heard Godfather Nick calling me, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I walked toward the bathroom.

I heard the splashing of the shower, but Godfather was in the tub, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come here, help me scrub my back, baby..." With the tenderness in Godfather’s voice, I felt like I just wanted to plunge into the tub and join him there. So, I discreetly bit my tongue to scold the dirty direction of my thoughts.

Despite my nervousness, I managed to approach. But I did not see any scrubbers in the bathroom.

"What should I use, Godfather? Do you want me to get a face towel?"

"No need, baby. Use your hands; I prefer that." His request made my throat feel even drier. I do not know if my mind was just filthy, but a different scene was running through my brain at that moment. Especially since I could see Godfather Nick’s robust body acting like a magnet trying to entice me.

"How can I scrub your back if my hands are the—"

"That is fine; later we will go to town to buy some things. Go on, baby, scrub your Godfather." He ordered enticingly, so I instinctively took the soap and sat on the edge of the tub. Using my trembling hands, I started to caress his back while my other hand spread the fragrant soap over Godfather’s body.

"Hmmm..." I heard him utter. "Your palms are warm, Angel. And your touch feels so good," Godfather added, which made me even more enthusiastic about what I was doing.

The feeling Godfather’s request gave me was different, but I was enjoying it.

The scenes that used to be just my imagination seem to be gradually becoming a reality now.

"Uhmm..." Godfather said with a groan, as if he were enjoying my touch. He took a deep breath. "s**t, Angel. Your Godfather is okay now... ahmmm. You should step out for a moment."

"Are we done, Nick?" I asked innocently. "Just the back?"

"Angel, if you want to scrub my whole body, you need to join me here in the tub; do you want to?" he asked seriously, his face flushing while giving me a peculiar look.

I, on the other hand, did not know what to do and just stared at him.

"I won’t mind if you want to; my annoyance will surely disappear, Angel," he said with an enticing gaze.