Chapter 39
BENJAMIN found his daughter Antonette reading a book in the living room. She looked up at him when she sensed his presence watching her.
“Hi,” he greeted and occupied the seat next to her. “What are you reading?”
Antonette glanced at him but didn’t speak.
“Antonette, are you still mad at daddy?”
Antonette’s eyes didn’t leave the page of the book. She didn’t even glance at him again.
“I’m sorry, honey,” he said. “I know you understand why I raised my voice at you. As your father, I just want to discipline you because what you did is wrong.”
“Mommy wouldn’t do that to me if she’s here…”
Benjamin reached his daughter’s hand. “Antonette, your mom would do the same if she’s here.”
Antonette looked up at him. Her eyes spoke a thousand words. “No, dad,” she said. “None of these arguments and misunderstandings would happen if mom is here.”
Benjamin sighed when his daughter stood up and marched towards the stairs. He shook his head; Antonette couldn’t still accept the loss of her mom. And, it hurts him even more because he can’t do anything to help her child cope with her emotions.
He was about to go outside when he heard talks from the kitchen; when he looked to check this out, the first thing that caught his eyes was Caroline’s bareback. Benjamin went to the kitchen quickly and found her mother, Dolores, doing wonders in the kitchen with Caroline—in her bikini.
“Caroline, what are you doing here in the kitchen?” Benjamin called on to her.
Caroline turned and was shocked to see it was him. “Benjamin—”
“Benjaminfy,” his Nanay Dolor walked around the table to approach him. “I’m teaching her how to cook your favorite dish, Ginisang Mais with Malunggay.”
Benjamin knotted his forehead. “In her bikini?” he asked and shook his head. “You should have let her change first.”
Nanay Dolor arched her brow to him. “What’s wrong with that? Some of our foreigner guests used to cook here naked.”
He sighed. He can’t win in a conversation with his mom. He took off his shirt and gave it to Caroline. “Wear this while you’re still here in the kitchen—”
Nanay Dolor snatched the shirt from him. “No more lending of shirts!” she said and glared at him. “I still remember how you lost your P.E shirt because you gave it to somebody—”
“`Nay…” Benjamin gave his mother a warning look. When he looked at Caroline, her face was turning red in embarrassment. “If you don’t want Caroline to wear my shirt here, then let her change in our room. I don’t like seeing here walking back and forth here with only a piece of clothes on.”
“Why does it hurt your eyes?” Caroline asked; her voice was a little unsteady. “Was it because I’m not beautiful?”
Benjamin’s brows furrowed. “No, it’s not that, Caroline—”
Caroline walked past him. Leaving him and Nanay Dolor confused about her reactions.
“Ah, you’re so insensitive,” Nanay Dolor muttered. “You hurt her feelings.”
Benjamin raised an eyebrow. “What did I do?”
His mother hit his head with a ladle. He flinched in pain and caught his temple. “Follow her and apologize, you stupid scumbag.”
*
BENJAMIN knocked twice on the door before he gently pushed it open. He found Caroline sitting on the side of her bed, facing the dark shore of Panglao Beach in and opened the door to their room’s balcony. Caroline was still on her red string bikini, and Benjamin worried that she might get colds because of the sea breeze that freely invaded their room with a swish.
“There’s a ninety-nine percent chance that you catch a cold if you stay on that piece of cloth longer,” he said and shut the door behind him.
Caroline didn’t look at him. She didn’t even move an inch in her seat. Benjamin walked towards the balcony and slid close the door to prevent the cold wind from entering. When he turned to face Caroline, she stood up and removed her bikini in front of him.
Benjamin’s jaw dropped as she watched her slowly and seductively undress her piece of clothing. Benjamin felt the flame ran down his spine when Caroline’s pair of big, round breasts bounced before his eyes as she freed them on her bikini top.
“Damn…” he said under his breath. He couldn’t take his eyes off those beautiful breasts. “Caroline…”
Benjamin stepped forward, but Caroline stepped back and climbed on the bed. Her big and round breasts bounce every time she moves, and it makes Benjamin crazy. He wanted to feel its wholeness and softness in his palms. He wanted to tease those pinkish nipples with his tongue.
Caroline looked down at him and met his gaze. “This is where I wanted to meet your eyes,” she whispered and ran a hand to her breast. She bit her lips as her hand massaged her breast. “Oh…”
Benjamin cursed under his breath when he felt his manhood hardened inside his shorts. Seeing Caroline doing these erotic things in front of him was like a dream for Benjamin, but he knew this one was true. And, he has to do something about it.
“Stay there, Benjamin…” Caroline commanded when he was about to climb the bed. “I’m not yet done.”
As soon as those words slipped her lips, her hands ran down her flat belly and stopped just on top of the strings of her underwear. Her forefingers slid behind the strings and paused again as if measuring his reactions. Caroline’s dark eyes held his stare when she turned around and slowly pulled it down, exposing her butt and damp cunt to him.
Benjamin grunted in mixed frustration and anticipation as he watched the gorgeous woman in front of him removed her panties in a very sensual way. He almost jumped on the top of the bed when she swayed her butt slightly.
“Oh, Caroline…” Benjamin reached to touch her butt, but Caroline slapped his hand.
“No, touch…” she muttered and turned again to face him. “I thought you didn’t want to see me walking around the kitchen in a bikini?”
Benjamin didn’t answer; his eyes were glued to the most beautiful part of her body. He stepped closer, ran his hands along her smooth, long legs, and parted them. Caroline didn’t show any protest; she let his hands divide her legs gently to expose her dampness.
“Beautiful…” Benjamin whispered. He looked up at her with a cloudy gaze. “Will you let me taste you, Caroline?”
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