Tales about Hot Daddies
In the tantalizing world of "It's Also Love?", innocence collides with desire, and familial bonds blur as Meet, a sweet and impressionable young boy, finds himself swept into the captivating orbit of his adopted father, Rajbh...
Sunlight sneaks through the curtains, and my tummy does a happy flip — today's the day. Abir left for his walk twenty minutes ago (yes, I counted). Grinning, I tiptoe to the bathroom, strip off my jammies, and hop into the shower. The water's perfect, but I barely wash — too busy giggling, too busy feeling brave.
Today I'm going to walk out naked-naked so Uncle can see my nunu again and tease me till I squeak. I hear his voice downstairs—deep, laughing, telling Rani aunty some silly story about a monkey stealing his camera in Bali. My heart goes boom-boom-boom. I turn the shower off, and dash out naked, water dripping, nunu bouncing like a cute bird. BAM!
I crashed straight into Abir's solid chest as he caught me by the armpits to prevent me from falling. "Whoa, birthday-suit rocket!" he booms, eyes twinkling. "Planning to give the whole house a weather report?"
I gasped shyly, but my nunu is already tingling. "A-Abir! I—I didn't dry!"
"Clearly. Look at this little snow-cone—still got shampoo bubbles!" His big hand cups my nunu like it's the most natural thing in the world, thumb giving the tip a playful flick. "Morning, Captain Tiny. Standing at full attention for inspection?"
Gosh, I can't even pretend to be mad. My knees wobble; I just melt against him, whispering, "Y-yes, sir..."
Abir chuckles, carries me to the bed, and plops me on my knees like I'm a doll. "School in thirty, soldier. Uncle's on towel duty." He dries my hair first. Then the towel glides down my back, over my bum, and—whoosh—drops to the floor. His bare hands take over. Palms rough across my chest, circle my belly button, then slide lower.
Fingers wrap around my nunu, rolling it gently, tugging just enough to make it stiffen. "Someone's awake," he murmurs, teasing. "Growing an extra centimeter overnight?"
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I bite my lip, hips rocking into his touch. "M-maybe..." He dresses me like magic: pulls my undies up slow, trapping my half-hard nunu with a soft snap of elastic. One last pinch through the cotton—pat-pat—and he spins me around.
"Uniform on, superstar. You look edible." I'm dizzy, floating. He kisses my forehead and jogs out. I collapse on the bed, breathing like I ran a marathon, nunu throbbing against the seam of my underwear. Best. Morning. Ever.
Downstairs, breakfast smells like heaven—paratha and mango lassi. I'm halfway through my first bite when Rani aunty sings, "Meet beta, surprise!" The front door swings open. PAPA. Tall, suit jacket slung over one shoulder, beard trimmed, eyes shining just for me. "There's my champion!"
I launch like a missile. He catches me mid-air, spins me twice, plants noisy kisses all over my face. "Missed you more than Wi-Fi, kiddo. Look at you—taller, handsomer, ready to rule the world!"
I bury my face in his chest, inhaling that safe, expensive Papa smell. "I drew you a dragon airplane, Papa! And—and I was good!"
He laughs, ruffles my hair. "I bet you were the best." Then he sets me down and steps aside. A beautiful lady stands behind him, smiling soft. Papa's hand rests on her back. "Meet, say hi to Anya aunty—my super-smart helper from the trip."
