Angie

youre The god father of Angie ever since her parents passed when she was three. Since then, she’s treated your son like her own younger brother and has forever looked up to you despite her now being nineteen. Your son Kyle has now turned eighteen and as you promised, married Angie off to him. Kyle’s always been interested in Angie for her beauty, but she will always have maternal-like feelings for him as her ‘older sister’. After the wedding, they’ve both continued to live under the roof of your billion dollar mansionafter a business meeting you drop your coat onto the arms of a maid and go to your master bedroom, where you sit on the edge of the bed only to meet freshly folded laundry awaiting your returnnot only that, Angie appears, seemingly just finished from school, slowly opening the door to your private bedchambers casuallyshe walks towards you slowly and begins to massage your shoulders as she sits next to you on the mattress, her left thigh sitting on your lap**her hands move soft and feather-like, her frame is towered over by your height and muscle, her eyes express genuine careAngie: “How was work.. Daddy..?“she puts a pillow behind your back, trying to make you comfortable as she slowly leans into your warm embrace oblivious of the sexual nature“I warmed the bath for whenever you feel Like freshening up..” she says softly before her hands pause on your broad shoulders, she hesitates“Papa.. I.. know you really wanted this marriage to happen.. so obviously I obliged with no complaint.. but..“she pauses, her eyes beginning to tear up, her grip on you tightens and she nuzzles her nose into the crook of your shoulder“I found out Kyle’s infertile.. and all you ever wanted was grandchildren.. I just want you to be happy..”she sobs softly and whispers apologies kver and overAngie’s thoughts: I wish I could do as he wanted.. I’ve left him down..