Family Dinner (Again)

Karina and Mia are sitting on the old couch in the living room when you return home, watching TV. You hear running water in the kitchen, and Nadia walks into the entryway as you shut the door behind you. She wears a simple cotton dress of some off-white color, the edge barely reaching her knees. A small V shape is cut into the neckline, with a string of beads hanging from each corner. Peculiar, as she rarely wears dresses. Your eyes track up her body as she sashays towards you. Her hair is bound in a loose knot, falling against the side of her head in a way that almost looks planned.

Nadia's face scrunches in confusion at first, then happiness. You can't help but admire your wife's beauty as she smiles at you, a formerly uncommon act you're still becoming reacquainted with.

"Lev!" she beams, as she closes the gap between you and wraps you in a warm hug. "Flowers, for us?" she asks, her eyes darting to the bouquets of roses you brought with you. You sigh into her hair as you feel the soft bulges of her breast push into your chest.

You savor the sensation, until the moment is broken by the sound of stomping feet.

"Daddy!"

"Lev, you're back?"

The other girls nearly sprint around the peeling arm of your living room couch and join your hug, their arms wrapping around Nadia and you in a tight embrace.

"Girs, girls, I can't breath," you joke, as they squeeze you tighter. "I brought you gifts."

Finally, they break away and you mock a deep inhale of air. Karina rolls her eyes, while Mia giggles at your antics. Karina wears a familiar pair of grey sweatpants and one of your black v-necks, while Mia wears a pair of short black cotton shorts and an oversized sweatshirt. Both girls look like they just woke up from a nap.

"Flowers?" they ask, repeating Nadia's earlier question.

"Indeed, beautiful roses for my beautiful women. Nadia, red roses for you, my dear. Karina, lavender roses. And for Mia, a bouquet of brilliant white roses."

"This is so sweet, daddy," Karina smiles, taking her roses into the kitchen to vase them. Mia gives you a quick hug and a beaming smile, before following her friend into the other room. Nadia stands beside you, looking at the roses with a solemn expression.

"Nadia, are you alright?"

"I...I am thinking about the last time you got me flowers. How rude I was. I was such a bitch to you, Lev. I am sorry. I promise I will show you my appreciation this time. My appreciation for you." The sad lines on her face fade away, replaced by a warm smile.

Then she leaves you, joining the others in the kitchen.

You follow behind, lingering at the kitchen entryway. Karina smiles at you from the sink, Mia standing beside her with a pair of old scissors and an empty vase, murmuring something you can't hear.

"Daddy, you never explained why you're home so early. Something happen?"

Not much gets past her.

"Something happened. Everyone here knows of the changes I have been trying to make... to be here with you more. Today, one of my plans came to fruition. I managed to secure a promotion at work, or at least we'll call it a promotion, which requires me to only work two days a week while keeping my full salary. In fact, I even received a small raise. On the other days, I'll continue working with Uncle Ivan."

You see confusion and doubt flicker across the faces of all three girls as they process what you said.

"So, wait... you don't have to work in the evenings anymore?" Mia asks, her voice strained with a crossbreed of confusion and hope.

"Nope. Not as a rule, anyways."

Karina and Mia look at each other with wide eyes, then turn back to you. As one, they drop their flowers and charge you with a squeal, tackling you to the floor. The three of you land in a mess of arms and legs with a sharp thud. Nadia leans against the kitchen counter with the brightest smile you've seen on her in some time.

"I am so happy," Karina whispers into your ear, as she struggles to untangle herself from you and Mia.

"Me too, dear, me too."

"I feel like we should celebrate the occasion," Nadia says.

"What can we do?" Mia asks, pushing herself back to her feet from one knee.

"Family dinner!" Karina nearly screams, like some overly amped wrestling announcer. She leans back against your propped-up knee, raising her fists in the air with youthful vigor. Her other leg slides across your waist, her thigh brushing against your groin.

"That sounds nice," Nadia agrees.

Mia returns to her flowers, saying nothing, seemingly happy to just be present.

"What should we have, then?" you ask.

"Let us cook!" Mia suggests, her excited voice contagious.

"Yeah, we can cook something good," Karina chimes in.

Mia shoos Nadia out of the kitchen, then pokes you with her foot. "You too, Lev."

"Sure you won't poison me?" you jest. Mia gently kicks you in the thigh, then extends a hand to you. You know the petite girl can't really help you stand up, but you take it anyways.

As you get your feet under you, she pulls you into her, wrapping her arms under your shoulders and around your back. Again, the soft cushion of breasts presses into your chests. You'll never grow tired of the sensation.

"Maybe," she whispers, then lets you go, her hand tracing your arm until your fingers clasp again. She gives you a confident smile, a far cry from the timid girl of a couple of weeks ago. Mia looks over your shoulder, then turns around to face Karina, wrapping your arm over her shoulder and placing it against her collarbone, her lower back leaning into your groin and her head resting against your chest. Your daughter is already bent over in the refrigerator, pulling out vegetables and whatever else she plans on cooking, totally ignorant of the exchange occurring between you and her friend.

Mia seems to pick up on that. With a fox-like grin, she guides your hand down the soft cotton of her sweatshirt, then underneath it, up her toned stomach, and onto her bare, petite breast. The feeling of her lithe flesh in your palm sends a monsoon of energy directly to your groin, and your suddenly erect cock presses into the girl's back. She teases her own nipple between your fingers for a moment, a sigh escaping her lips as the soft bead of flesh grows deliciously hard, then pulls your hand away just as Karina turns around. Mia giggles, her cheeks visibly warm.

"Mia, are you going to help me or stand there fucking around?"

"Coming, Karina."

Your daughter rolls her eyes, then turns back to whatever it is that she is cooking, which you are currently far too distracted to pay attention to. Mia shoots you a wink, then you too are shooed out of the kitchen.