DAERIN | ONE SHOTS🔞

Lessons Yet To Learn (2/3)

Haerin rose before the sun did, as was her habit ever since she turned thirteen, old enough to work at her uncle's ranch for six dollars an hour. Now that she was nineteen, waking up before sunrise was more than a habit. It was her way of life.

She got dressed in her work gear: a long-sleeved shirt rolled up to her elbows, and a pair of overalls. She donned her work boots and went downstairs, where the smells of breakfast filled the air.

She had been working for the Marshs for close to two weeks now. Every day, Haerin would rise out of bed, have breakfast with Christopher and Danielle, before heading out to the fields to work for hours, often with Sunoo and Jungwon, who were now her friends.

And every night, Haerin would sneak out just past midnight and into the barn, where she would spend an hour or two, teaching Danielle how to stroke, jerk, and suck her cock, while Haerin fingered her pussy.

Danielle and Christopher were already chatting, and for a moment, Haerin felt like an outsider, interrupting this father-daughter dynamic. It was almost every morning she felt like this. But when Danielle smiled at her and waved her over, her thoughts vanished into a coalescence of how gorgeous Danielle was. Her corn silk locks, her brilliant smile.

Haerin found herself reflecting the grin on her lips before sitting down across from her, with Christopher beaming at the both of them. "Another early day, huh Haerin?"

"I've been waking up this early every day for the past six years of my life, sir." Haerin admitted while Danielle stacked pancakes for her. But when the bacon was making its way to her plate, Haerin shook her head. "I'm not a fan of bacon."

Both Marshs stared at her as if she had an extra protrusion stemming on her forehead. "What? What kind of a man does not breathe bacon?" Christopher demanded.

"A woman." Haerin smiled. She dribbled maple syrup all over her pancakes and began to eat, while Christopher nodded in acquiescence and read the morning paper.

Before her, Danielle was staring at her features with something akin to hunger. Haerin glanced at her and felt slender toes curling against the fabric of her overalls. Downing a mouthful of coffee to prevent herself from choking, Haerin begged Danielle with her eyes to stop the motions of her foot, which was rising, higher and higher, to her lap.

Danielle smirked and with delicate fingers, picked up her fork and ate what was on her plate. Her toes traced the seam of Haerin's crotch. In her tight briefs, Haerin's cock twitched.

The memories of their first night—and every night after: the taste of Danielle's pussy, the moans that spilled from her parted mouth, and the sight of the blonde's pale hand grasping the shaft that proudly jutted from between her thighs flooded her mind's eye.

Reaching down underneath the table, Haerin grasped Danielle's ankle and dragged her fingertips along the bottom of her foot. Danielle squealed in laughter and jerked away, her knee bumping against the breakfast table. Forks and plates clattered.

"Am I going to have to separate you two?" Christopher looked at the two of them from over the morning paper.

"No, daddy."

"No, sir."

He chuckled and finished the rest of his coffee. "Good. Finish your breakfast, Haerin. I'll meet you in the barn."

As soon as the storm door slammed shut and the crunch of Christopher's feet against the gravel dissipated, both girls stood up and met in a greedy kiss that tasted of rich maple syrup against sticky lips.