When My Goddaughter Asked for Help

Emma must have noticed my reaction. She lowered her head and spoke softly, her voice shy.

"Kyle, you can't go thinking about other things. I only asked for your help because a flea got in there and it itches."

I shook my head. "Don't worry. I’m not thinking about those things. It's just a natural male reaction. It's not something I can control."

To distract myself, I started asking Emma if she had ever done anything intimate with her boyfriend. I asked her a few other things as well.

Because of how Emma was acting, many people on the road gave us knowing looks, the kind that suggested that they got the wrong idea about us.

We finally made it home. I pushed the door open and saw Emma's mother, my close family friend, Rose Lowe, hanging laundry on the balcony.

Since she was not looking at the door, I quickly carried Emma, whose legs had gone completely weak, into the bedroom.

Then I walked toward Rose's bedroom.

Afraid of making Rose suspicious, I made some noise so she would look my way. Then I casually started a conversation with her.

"Rose, a couple of days ago you mentioned that the picture frame in your bedroom wasn't installed properly. Let me do it for you."

I made up an excuse on the spot.

As I spoke, I glanced at Rose without meaning to.

Like mother, like daughter. Rose wore a tight long dress, and she was bending over with her round, full backside in the air as she hung the laundry.

The sight of her mature figure stirred me up even more.

Rose heard my words and looked over at me with a charming smile.

"Alright, Kyle. Thank you."

While she was still hanging the laundry, I walked quickly into the bedroom, searched around, and finally got my hands on the key to the chastity belt.

I told her I was going to get my tools, but instead I hurried into Emma's bedroom.

By now, my goddaughter Emma, the beautiful college student, could not take it anymore. Her legs were lifted high in the air, and she had already pulled down part of her white tights.

When she saw me come in, her face was flushed red from unbearable itching.

"Kyle, did you find the key to the chastity belt? I think the flea got inside the belt. It itches like crazy. Hurry up and open the belt. Scratch it for me."

With her tights pulled down, her two long white legs were completely exposed to me. Even the soft flesh of her bottom was right there in front of my eyes.

She lifted her legs, showing off the chastity belt, and kept wiggling her small backside.

Seeing a young girl like this, how could I control myself?

I walked over quickly with the key.

"Don't worry, Emma. I'll unlock the chastity belt for you right now and scratch that itch."

My hands trembling, I used the key and clicked the chastity belt open. The moment it came off, Emma swung both her legs up onto my shoulders.

"Kyle, I can't stand the itching. Hurry."

My head buzzed. All the blood in my body rushed to one place. I wanted nothing more than to throw myself on her.

The last bit of sense left in me told me I could not do that. Rose was right outside, and Emma was still my goddaughter. I could not be that much of an animal.

I reached out my hand and scratched where Emma was itchy.

"That feels good. Kyle, but scratch the side too."

Following Emma's instructions, I scratched hard a few more times.

Emma's face turned as red as an apple, and her body trembled even harder.

"Kyle, I think it itches even more inside."

Hearing her words, my whole body burned so hot I felt like I might burst. Was this girl hinting at something?

While I was hesitating, Emma suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Help me take off my skirt, Kyle. I want to scratch a different itch too."

I did not say anything, but my hand moved on its own. I pushed her down onto the bed and grabbed her purple bra.