Sunday Breakfast

You make your way downstairs, dressed in a pair of old sweatpants and a graphic t-shirt, and head towards the kitchen, passing by the living room where you see Nadia watching a show on the old TV. A young couple is sharing a passionate kiss - another romance movie, it seems.

"Good morning, Nadia."

"Good morning, Lev," she says. No smile, no sign of your conversation last night, other than the fact that she responded at all.

With a shake of your head, you continue down the hallway, into the kitchen, to find your daughter and her best friend within. They've changed clothing since you last saw them: both girls wear cotton sweatpants, grey and burgundy respectively, and worn white v-neck t-shirts. Your old t-shirts, you realize. Even Mia is wearing your old clothes, now. Sigh. They are seated at the table, murmuring and playing on their phones. They look up as you enter the room.

"Daddy!" Karina gushes, rising to meet you. She gives you a quick hug and plants a short kiss on your cheek - her body is warm against you, and the bulge of her bust presses into your chest: a seductive comfort. Mia follows after. The normally shy girl approaches you with downcast eyes and goes to hug you, but stops. Her chin lifts and her autumn-colored eyes meet yours.

"Sorry about earlier, Mr. Malyshev. I thought you'd be at work."

Of course, she is now apologizing to you.

"Mia, dear, it's not your fault. I'm sorry that happened to you... certainly not what I planned when I woke up this morning. And I thought I told you, call me Lev!"

A timid grin broadens across her face, and she closes the gap between you. The familiar scent of lavender fills your nose - Karina's conditioner - as she presses into you, her arms wrapping tight around your back. Her breasts, small and firm as they are, press into your chest. No bra, you realize, as you feel her nipples bulge against you. The sensation, combined with your daughter's hug from moments before, is enough to reawaken your slumbering cock; it grows within your sweatpants, swiftly rising to semi-mast.

Mia giggles.

"Only when we're alone, Lev," she whispers, before pulling away and rejoining Karina at the table. Your daughter tracks both of you with hungry eyes, as if you are both a meal she's waiting to devour, until she says: "Dad, I thought you would be at work by now. Are you feeling okay?"

You hear a rustling from the living room, and Nadia appears beside you, an expectant look in her eyes. You look between your daughter and her, then to Mia as well.

"I will no longer be working on Sundays. I've decided to spend that time with my family. All of you," you say, meeting each of their gazes. Mia is not truly your family, but she may as well be. You're more of a father to her than her own, despite rarely seeing her.

A thin smile on Nadia's lips, a warm glow on Karina's face, and a timid narrowing of Mia's eyes are their response.

"So, how about breakfast to start?" you say, clapping your hands. The girls eagerly agree, while Nadia nods her head and takes a seat at the table. You swiftly prepare some food for them: sizzling bacon, scrambled eggs, and a thick stack of toast. You spread the food across four plates, portioning it out equally. As you prepare the dishes, Nadia rises from the table and sets out placements: a fork, a napkin, and a glass of orange juice for everyone. As she is pouring the glasses beside the table, you carry the plates of food across the room and set them out.

"Thanks, daddy," Karina smiles.

"Thank you," Mia murmurs.

A third plate at Nadia's seat, beside your own. You sit down, just as Nadia finishes pouring the glasses beside you. She hands each girl their orange juice, then you, and then carries hers back to her seat. On the way, she brushes her fingers along your shoulders - the first voluntary touch you can recall, aside from her handhold the prior night. You meet her eyes as she sits - they're narrowed in a thin smile.

"Thank you, Lev," she says, and you understand it is not only for the food.

You notice Karina staring at you with a quizzical expression on her face; of course, why would Nadia be so kind to you? As far as Karina knows, she hates you. And she did. Your daughter is quiet throughout breakfast, which ultimately means everyone is quiet - Mia is too timid to carry the conversation, and Nadia does not seem inclined to do it either. You enjoy the silence and time with your family, eating your food in a rare moment of relaxation.

As the last fork is sat down on the last empty plate, Nadia rises from the table and begins to clear it.

"Wait, mom, Mia and I can do that. You two prepared it, after all."

Curious. Karina never volunteers to do chores. Nadia shrugs in response and heads back into the living room, resuming her movie while you and your daughters wrap up in the kitchen. Your daughter and her friend rise from their seats and carry the plates over to the sink.

"Thanks, Karina. And you too, Mia," you smile.

"We haven't done anything yet, daddy," your daughter purrs back.

You gulp.

"Why don't you just sit back down at the table while we clean everything?" she continues.

Without responding, you sink back into your chair. The girls move around you, taking away the plates and other remnants of your breakfast. You realize why Karina volunteered. As they clean, she brushes against you, over and over. Her hands, across your back. Her bra, settling onto your shoulder. Her hair, tickling your neck. She continually finds reasons to be near you, touching you in some way.

The table is only so dirty, however, and soon it is cleared. The dishes are piled beside the sink. The trash is tossed into the bin.

You expect them to stop there, but they are determined. They murmur, shooting you a knowing glance, and separate. Karina turns away from you, facing the sink, and reaches into her waistband. She rolls the top of the sweatpants up, shortening the crotch and pulling the thick material tight across her ass. As she releases it, she grabs something within and lifts up, resting the strings of her thong on top of her hips. The sum result is that you can now see the firm mounds of her ass through her sweatpants, and the sides of her thong rising above it. You gulp, again. The sight of her youthful pussy, thong taut against her mound, hammers itself through your mind.

She squats down, giving you a perfectly clear view of the inseam of her pants between her butt-cheeks, and opens the cabinetry beneath the sink. She slowly stands back up with a bottle of dish soap and an all-purpose cleaner, the latter of which she passes to Mia. Moments later, Karina is washing the dishes in the sink.

As her friend scrubs the tableware clean, Mia collects some paper towels from the nearby dispenser, grabs the all-purpose cleaner, and stalks over to the table. She stands across from you, a foreign expression on her face, and sprays the table down. The cleaner coats the surface, and she soon begins wiping it down with the paper towels she brought. She wipes close to the edge near to her at first, before leaning across the table and running the towel along the opposite edge - you drink in the sight of her bent over, chest down on the table, wiggling back and forth. Your eyes drift to her firm rear, hidden by her sweatpants, and then back to Karina. Your daughter is eyeing you, a fox-like grin on her face.

Mia slides back off of the table, her hand continuing to shine the wooden surface until she is fully done. She leans back, finally standing straight, and turns to you.

"How's it look?" she asks.

You know she means the table, but you can only think about the gumdrop nipples and petite breasts now staring at you from within her dampened shirt. Her nipples are hard, seeming to cut through the worn cotton that contains them, and you feel your cock stir again. They're beautiful. Mia is beautiful.

"Beautiful."

She catches your gaze and looks down, before slowly closing the gap between you. She stands only a few feet now, only barely out of your reach. Then closer. She grabs your hand, pulling you from your seat and just in front of her. Her breath caresses your neck. Lavender in the air, again.

"Thank you, Lev. I tried."

The moment is interrupted when Karina steps between you two: "So, daddy, what are we doing today?"

"I - uh," you stutter, confused at the sudden change of mood. Karina is close - extremely close.

"Whatever you'd like, dear," you recover, although you regret the words as soon as they come out of your mouth.

That fox-like grin returns to your daughter's face, as she grabs your hands and wraps them around her waist, resting your palms against the malleable peaks of her ass, just below the folded waistband of her sweatpants. Mia leans in, one of her breasts brushing your arm, as she joins the hug with a grin.

"Anything?"