Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Modus

I woke up the next morning. I got up, opened the window curtain, and looked out the window. There was nothing but a still quite dark sky, a few tree trunks, and grasslands as far as the eye could see. Beautiful view, very peaceful. At first, the silence here bothered me. I'm used to the sound of motor vehicle engine blasts, sirens, tire squeaks, or dog barks. Here, there are only the sounds of cattle, horse neighing, and birds chirping that are mutually unpretentious. It's a nice change, a change that I like even more even though tomorrow I have to leave this place.

After breathing fresh air from my open bedroom window, I walked out of the room and walked into the kitchen to heat the water, make tea, then make breakfast for everyone. There was rice in the rice cooker that I cooked yesterday afternoon, just in case anyone wants to have dinner before or after us from the party. And it turns out that the rice has not diminished at all. I immediately cooked it into fried rice with instant seasoning. Then fry the cow's eye egg, slice the cabbage with elongated slices, add the sausage, and add a sprinkling of fried onions on top.

I had just finished preparing breakfast when the back door opened and Daddy came into the kitchen, his jacket draped over his shoulder, his suit-fitting shirt soaked in sweat.

She nodded at me, then went to the bathroom and opened her t-shirt, put it in the washing machine and her jacket. Then, he cleaned his sweaty face and hands. I watched her from the corner of my eye, my hands clenched to prevent her from lightly caressing the back that - I was eager to feel the heat under my palm.

Daddy turned off the tap and grabbed the towel. And stupid me until he realized my gaze. Then, after putting the towel back on the wall, he turned to face me without warning. As a result, my cheeks flushed red when I realized Daddy had caught myself wet looking at him with passion.

"Where's Daddy from?" ask me in nervousness, and try to distract.

He walked out of the bathroom and approached me. "From the morning run" he said. Then he propped his body up on the edge of the kitchen table, now his position was very close to me.

"Oh, emm... want some tea? Let me pour it."

He's nodding. "Can," he said. "How did you sleep last night?"

"Yourn. I take sleeping pills, so that I get enough rest. I'm afraid of getting sick. Oh, yeah, Daddy himself, how about it?"

He puts his shoulders. "Your wit, after the exhaustion of riding."

"good. Then Daddy's breakfast first."

"Later, let it be with the others."

He did not reply, only nodded slightly, but his gaze was not distracted from me. Really, I hate the vigilance between us. And, if I could, I'd like to ask Daddy to put on a shirt. Maybe it would be a little better and I shouldn't have to take my eyes off her bare-chested body.

"Can you pour the tea now, please?" He reached out with an empty glass before me.

Oh, my gosh. That's what I should have done earlier. "Sorry," I said, then immediately poured her some tea.

"Kejora."

"Yes?"

"On last night...."

"It's okay. I get it."

With a slight smile - plus mode, I hugged her as well. A chance to feel his skin without showing my passion. Daddy smiled back, the tension between us was a little less, and our lips were almost stuck. But...

"Moduuuus...!" mommy shouted, then she giggled.

Aaah. She should have let me have a moment to have a romance with Daddy.

Strange cruelty, even though I myself asked Mommy and her family to spend the night here so that me and Daddy were not alone. But I still want to enjoy...

Oops! Shhh....