Sick Old Charles

She liked to deck out elegantly and seductively with her already wrinkled flesh. But on the other hand, Jennifer was the younger sister of Sylvia, she was the one they called the "black sheep," she was known to be the black sheep not because she was the bad one, but because of her lifestyle which arose to be distinct from that of the other members of her family, she will never swathe in the way Sylvia or aunty Agatha perceived to be sexy, she was a Christian young girl who will moderately dress on the attire which her aunty often called "Maryamaka", she will always enclose herself.

"Daddy… Dad… I know you can hear me, please, can you get well soon? I have missed you a lot, I pledge to be a good child, I will never again do or say anything that will cause you pain." Joy sobbed as she held her father's palm. She was now sitting at the exact spot where Sylvia had sat earlier. She settled there staring straight at the face of Mr Charles who lie there half dead, he was breathing, all correct, but he had been unconscious for the past three days.

"Nurse! What are you and that doctor Marcus commenting about my father's health? It's been three days and counting, and there had been no reasonable response to his condition, rather his health has been deteriorating. You both have better find out what to do and do it fast because I am already running out of patience." She shrieked at the young nurse who stood there also looking as confused as the others who had no clue on what to do.

Joy was a very gorgeous young lady, she was in her third year at the varsity, studying Business Administration and Management. At the Federal Capital University (FCU). She was to graduate and succeed her father in his companies, that was the blueprint that Mr Charles had for her. She was slim but fleshier than Sylvia, she was light-skinned and tall, and she had this beautiful American accent. It wasn't like she lived in America, neither was it that she was schooled there, but she had always been her father's right-hand person, at least, before Sylvia came into the picture. Together, the father and daughter had toured virtually half the countries of the Earth. Mr Charles was a traveller, he travelled a lot, no wonder Kelvin calls him "Encyclopedia". The old man has little or more knowledge in almost all aspects of life, not excluding martial art, in which he was a black belt holder.

Kelvin was the first among the two Children of Mrs Matilda. Matilda was a cook turned family friend of Mr Charles, she had been working with him for quite a while, she had a friendly relationship with Mrs Charity before her demise, and Mr Charles had for long stopped dealing with her as a mere staff in the house, Mr Charles even sponsored her two sons in school, but he never realized the confidential affair going on between his valuable daughter and Kelvin the son of his cook.

Kelvin was a tall dark-skinned good-looking young man, he was well-built. Sometimes during the holiday, both he and his younger brother Smart will often go to the company to assist in the factory, Mr Charles makes Him take the position of supervisor whenever he was home from university. So, Kelvin, smart and their mother lived in the castle of Mr Charles following the death of their father which took place a long while ago. The man laboured with the Timber dealers, the same timber that killed him. His colleagues came to his wife at one dead of the evening to break the bad news. They claimed he was killed by a collapsing tree, the same tree that they chop down. It really was not a good sight to see, his corpse. After his burial, Mr Charles took the responsibility for them and since then, he took care of almost all their needs.

Later that night, Mrs Sylvia readied tea for Mr Charles and conveyed it to him in the room, it was just the both of them, at least, it was night, so, she had the monopoly of her husband's attention, Joy was not there to irritate their peace, she attempted to raise him, so he could administer his tea to him. Though he hesitated, he wished not to have anything, but Sylvia insisted. Sylvia could be very persuasive. She held him by the head and made him sit with his head resting on her massive bold boobs which were slightly open. Her nightgown had neither button nor zip, it was just a rope to tie it, which she did but loosely. Mr Charles used never know how to resist her charms, especially when she exposes those boobs before him, but he was too weak presently to worry about boobs, the man felt lucky to have a girl like Sylvia for a wife. She was so beautiful and affectionate, she could do anything to make him happy. That night after she had made him take the tea, they both slept, they slept happily and nicely.

The next morning, as the sun rose from the East, Kelvin, and his younger brother Bright, were remedying things around the environment. He was not putting on a shirt, he was just wearing shorts. He had in his hand the Flower cutter. Furthermore, he was outfitting the flowers, and Joy stood up on the balcony of the second floor of the house, gawking at him as he did the chores. Joy and Kelvin were pretty close, as a matter of fact, there was this strong chemistry between them. Though Mrs Matilda had often advised her son to obliterate whatever feeling he has for Joy from his little poor heart, the poor woman worries that if the Chief finds out that something is going on between both of them, he might get mad, and he might kick them off the house, and they might lose all the privileges that they relished, and that was something she will preferably wish will never come to pass.