Due to strict moderation thinking having someone touch your breast within 24 hours of your 18th birthday is pedo stuff, this story now takes place one year later. All characters are now one year older. Sarah is at her 19th birthday party, not her too taboo 18th. All characters are over the age of 18. Repeat: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Chapter Five: Breakfast, Then Tiffany's
"Good morning, daddy," Sarah leaned up and kissed my cheek as I was pulling bacon out of the skillet.
"Morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep alright?"
She yawned and stretched mightily, her soft boobs playing against the inside of her thin, pink nightshirt, then she stumbled over to a chair at the dining table and plopped down with her back to me. "Yeah, I slept like a stone. We were up pretty late talking last night, so I was out cold almost as soon as my head hit the pillow."
"Good," I replied, putting a fresh batch of bacon into the pan. "I hope you're ready for some breakfast. Can I get you a drink?"
"Is there any O.J. left? My mouth is super dry."
I opened the refrigerator, pulled out the nearly empty bottle and gave it a measuring shake, "about half a glassful, maybe. You want it?"
"Yeah," she answered through a yawn and knuckled at her eyes. "No vodka this time though. I don't think I'll be drinking again for a while."
I laughed and set the juice on the table by her, then went back to my cooking. "I know what you mean. It's fun enough while you're doing it, but you definitely pay for it the next morning. Do you have a headache?"
She felt at her temples, her face scrunched with concentration, then responded, "I don't think so. Honestly, I'm still a little too dizzy to know for sure."
Dani groaned from the couch in the other room, "do I smell bacon?"
"Yes, I'm making breakfast," I called to her. "Come have a seat. Sarah got the last of the orange juice, but we do still have milk."
She sauntered over, her short, button-down, red plaid nightshirt flashing teasing peeks of her sable triangle as she moved. She kissed my cheek and purred, "morning, daddy," into my ear, then she swished to the table, making certain I could see how the hem of her shirt barely covered her soft, round bottom, before she gingerly sat down opposite my daughter, her tangled mess of ringlets drooping around her smiling face. "I'd rather have some coffee if you've got it."
"I'll get some started now." I bustled about the kitchen, quickly gathering materials as the bacon sizzled and splattered happily. A few moments later, I had clicked the coffee pot on and was laying more cooked slices of meat out on the paper towels alongside the others. "How would you girls like your eggs?"
"Fried for me." Sarah mumbled from where her head was using her arms for a pillow.
Becka wandered in from up the hall wearing blue pajamas covered with dozens of tiny, yellow ducklings. She yawned and scratched at the disheveled remains of last night's braids as she walked towards the table, "are you making breakfast in here?"
"Yes," Dani answered her, then turned to me, "and I want fried eggs, too."
"Can I get mine scrambled?" Becka perched on a chair next to Dani with her legs bent up and her chin on her knees. "I don't like runny yolks."
"Co-o-o-fe-e-e-e," came a low, drawn-out, haunting moan like an ancient, restless spirit seeking nearly forgotten earthly comforts. Lin's mop of black hair poked up from over the back of the couch, and she glared myopically at us, "please, tell me there's coffee."
I motioned her over, "yes, Lin, there's going to be coffee shortly...and eggs and bacon and toast. Come, join us."
She sat up and pulled a thick, cobalt-blue robe on, then belted it loosely around her middle before sliding her glasses onto her face and climbing off the sofa-bed.
"That was one heck of a night," Becka squeaked pleasantly as Lin pulled out the chair across from her.
Dani agreed with a knowing smirk, "yes, it was."
We locked eyes over the back of Sarah's head, and I grinned, "I sure enjoyed it. I haven't had that much fun in years!"
"And you were worried you wouldn't have anything to do this weekend," Sarah's arm-muffled voice added. "Now, aren't you glad you let me invite my friends over?"
"Yes, I'm very glad you girls came to visit." I plonked a plate stacked high with toast, along with a small knife and a tub of margarine onto the table, "would one of you mind buttering these, please? And someone come get mugs and coffee passed around."
"I'll get the coffee," Becka volunteered as Lin silently reached for the plate of toast.
Soon everything had been brought to the table and passed around to my hungry guests. "Dig in, girls. Don't be shy," I told them and chomped a bite off my bacon.
It was like watching a black and white movie slowly fading to color as the girls ate and woke up all the way. At first, it was just quiet munching and the sounds of silverware against plates, but before long, the caffeine and nutrition got into their systems and they became more animated.
"This is really good, dad," Sarah said as she reached for a second slice of toast. "I'm already feeling a whole lot better."
Becka nodded with enthusiasm, "yeah, me, too. Your dad needs to show my mom how to make eggs like this! Hers are never this fluffy and dry."
"Thank you for cooking us breakfast, Charles," Lin added, setting down her mug without looking up.
"You are all most welcome. Glad you're enjoying it." I pushed my plate away and leaned back in my chair with my cup in my hands, "so...any big plans for today, girls?"
"Netflix binge-watch," Becka said excitedly.
Sarah frowned, "that's tonight. We're not going to stay cooped up inside all day on a gorgeous Saturday like today! I've got some birthday money to spend, so I want to go out shopping for a while."
"Oh, good," Dani sipped at her coffee, then set it down, "my followers like it when I try on clothes. I haven't posted an update for two whole days. Peeps are gonna start thinking I'm dead."
"Followers," Becka asked, "you mean like on the internet?"
Dani cocked her head to the side, "yeah, like on the internet. Is there a problem with that?"