I woke up Thursday morning, a changed man. For the first time in over 15 years, I had just experienced an erotic dream! I had found myself in the midst of a bevy of young ladies and they were doing all manner of ungodly things on me! This was definitely the sign, I thought. And I felt I needed to take better control at this point to avoid crashing so emphatically! There was no hidden facts anymore. There were no unknowns. Everything just came to bare Wednesday night and it would only take someone who blatantly lies to himself, to still claim that I wasn’t being rapidly consumed by iniquity! It didn’t even take a tremendous amount of effort to uncover because right there between my legs that night, was the sign! My J0yst!ck, for the first time in almost two decades, had grown so long; so much so that it stretched along the length of my Aaron Robe! And it brought with it, an unimaginable amount of desire to touch myself. Of course, I was worried and indescribably terrified! And as I watched the young semi-Unclad Mirabel cat-walk her way back to her bedroom, I had to admit remaining indifferent was only going to put me in more trouble! I was going to talk to her about my discomfort, and this time I had to mean it! Thoughts of similar like remained in my mind until I dozed off, on the study table where I was bent.
Mirabel woke me 6:01am. I had remained in my reading chair all night without knowing. She had obviously woken earlier than that because I smelt something cooking in the kitchen. She probably noticed me much later and then proceeded to wake me up. She had pajama on and it was pleasing seeing her decent again. I quickly reminded her that we would be seeing the guys organizing the extra-classes that day, to which she reaffirmed with a smile and then said a thank you. Her beautiful smile was already making my morning after all the terrible ‘nightmares’ I had witnessed in my sleep. As I went in for my prayers, I still had to deal with all the overbearing guilt from experiences of the previous night. And it only reconfirmed the need to speak to her about morality, decency and probably man/woman relationship. It was looking early in the day to speak about such things though, so I agreed within myself to discuss it all while we drove to the venue for the extra-classes.
It almost looked like a decision too stretched when I returned downstairs after praying, to eat breakfast. I knew she had finished cooking but didn’t meet any food on the dining table. So I had to head into her bedroom to ask her but on hearing her singing voice and the sound of running water, I quickly paused. She was bathing (in preparation for our going out) and probably had her bathroom door open again. So taking short calculated steps, I approached the bathroom entrance just close enough to notice that the door was actually open as suspected. I even mistakenly caught a bit of her side and b0s0m on first look before instantly withdrawing myself!
“Mirabel…” I quickly called, doing best to regain my poise
“Yes Father. Do you need me?” she stopped singing
I needed her but not in the way my flesh was probably craving. “Yes my daughter. Where did you keep my breakfast?”
“Breakfast?…Oh!…Sorry Father!…” she suddenly pleaded, right from inside the bathroom. I was practically praying she wouldn’t do anything funny. “Please, check the kitchen counter…Just beside the dish washer.”
I didn’t say another word. I only turned around and began walking away. I could hear my voice, devotedly making unending rounds of prayers under my laboured breath!
However, just as she had said, my plates of custard and moi-moi were on the kitchen counter beside the dish washer. They were already looking good in the eye even before deciding to take a bite. She was an excellent cook and it was only fair to say her mum had a lot of good attributes after all. Of course the old adage says a child is everybody’s collective property and I was required to apply that in Mirabel’s case. Obviously, her mum never taught her about the need for a perpetual sanctity of the eyes. Let alone that of the Priest’s eyes. I certainly had the obligation to do so. I was going to talk to her about the need to properly protect her purity. If she continued parading her nudity in the way she was currently doing, then she was likely going to be hurt again. I felt that was the right way of putting it if I wasn’t going to hurt her confidence as a young vibrant girl. However, while I had been thinking that she had learnt some things already from the way I had always reacted to seeing her in an indecent state, I was stunned again that morning when she quickly appeared from the hallway, several minutes after bathing. She was on a lace-trimmed p@nty, and across her breasts was a bra which was only held up with the hand she placed over it! I had barely figured out what was going on when she began speaking after putting up a disarming smile!
“Please Father…”, she was approaching the dining table on which I was having breakfast. “Help me hook-up my bra. My hand can’t get to it.”
I went dumb! Did she just know what she just said?! A most holy Reverend Father? Touch a woman’s brassiere?! That was double sacrilege!
“The second hook sir. The first is usually too tight on my breasts and the last too loose…” she wasn’t even aware of the awkwardness of the moment.
It even became more awkward when my hands freely rose and began attempting hooking up her bra! Of course, my eyes had to be inevitably drawn to her p@nty-covered butt and I unmistakably caught the slightest glance of the start of the crack of her butt0ckz! The way the
p@nty wrapped her bum was equally inciting and the view from the top was just mouth-watering! It took quite the grace to do only what she asked for without straying! And even after she had said her thank you and began walking out of the dining with a visibly jiggling butt0ckz, I still couldn’t take my defeated eyes off her backside! Especially, not when my J0yst!ck had already led the way, once again!
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