Breakfast with a view

"Morning, Zoe. Are you awake?"

"Yeah, daddy."

"Good. I'm going to hop in the shower. Be a dear and go make me breakfast."

You get up, and slide the top you wore yesterday over your head. You don't even consider putting on more clothes until you're halfway down the stairs, and remember your stiff nipples from yesterday morning. Well, daddy gave me quite the show last night, even if he doesn't know. It's only right that I repay him, you convince yourself. Your thoughts go back to that last thing you remember before falling asleep last night. But I've got the perfect specimen right here. Maybe, if you play your cards right, you do? You're conflicted about your thoughts, but it's beyond any question that that is what your sleeve desires, whatever your mind tells you.

You're not quite done with the breakfast by the time your dad comes down, but you saunter over to him and give him a cup of coffee while he waits. "Just sit down and relax. You've got plenty of time." It's easy to see that he eyes you over a couple of times as you move around the kitchen, finding plates and frying the eggs, and you find yourself, almost on autopilot, giving him a bit of a show. Nothing too noticeable, just posing in ways that you're sure is catching his attention, while still being pretty innocuous, though at one point, you find yourself leaning over in such a way that if he's looking, he can easily see the outline of your pussy through your tight panties.

You serve him his breakfast, and sit down with him. "So, what are my chores today, Daddy?" you smile at him, playing with your hair. Yeah, you're definitely low-level flirting with him. It's hard to resist. Like with your showing off, the sleeve just does it naturally.

He hands you a new list. "I want you to remember the chores you do. Once you've got a decent grasp of what needs to be done around the house, I expect you to figure out by yourself what to do. That's part of 'learning responsibility'. Learning to see what needs to be done, without having to be told in detail."

You nod and smile at him. "Sure, Daddy. I'll do my best."

Again, as he leaves, you give him a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Have a nice day at work."