As the eyelids on Marko’s face graced open, the blinding early morning light filled his retinas as like a flashbang, the morning sun rose over the horizon and filled the room with a tinted orange hue. Coming to his senses, scent and sound began to slowly come back to him as he sat up from the large white bed, a whiff of fried butter and cake batter slowly filled his nostrils, and the crackling sound of frying echoed through his ears. He glanced over to his right and lo-and-behold, Emilia was no longer there in bed next to him.
He itched the back of his head and grunted his way off the bed towards the stairs and down them towards the origin of the buttery scent of pancakes that came from the kitchen.
He went into the room and there on the kitchen islands were mixing bowls and bags of flour, as well as half-empty egg cartons and bottles of other such ingredients being lay about. Near the stove was Emilia, her blonde hair tied into a neat ponytail, a spatula in her right hand and her left hand on the handle of the frying pan as she skillfully flipped the pancakes over once one side had a nice golden brown texture forming upon them.
“Good morning, honey!”
Emilia glanced over her shoulder to look at Marko, her face slightly tinted red as she had a smug look on her that at first Marko couldn’t figure out why. He found out the answer as his eyes moved down Emilia’s body, giving him a scene of her revealing outfit as her stern and bare sides came into full view of Marko. Emilia wore nothing except just a heart-shaped apron as she looked back at the frying pan, lifting it from the stove and flipping the pancake over once more before transferring it over to a plate next to the stove.
“Like what you see, dear?” She smugged as she continued the process of pancake making, placing another spoonful of butter on the frying pan and grabbing the bowl of batter from the kitchen island and lifting it over the frying pan before gradually tilting the bowl and preparing to make another pancake, all of this happening as her unsupported breasts swung about in a display for her husband.
Marko sighed as he walked over behind her to make his way towards the Keurig. “What were you reading this time?” He said as he attempted to walk by, but before he could continue forwards, Emilia arched herself and pushed her buttocks towards Marko, effectively trapping him between her rear and the kitchen counter. She looked behind her and pouted. “We won’t be able to do this stuff any more in a while! Come on! I do all of this just for you and this is how you repay me? Hmph! Fine then.” She said as she let go of him and continued cooking.
“Y’know, I would be lying if I said it wasn’t hot.” He said as he suddenly grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist as he inserted his hands through the gap between her belly and the loose heart-shaped apron, Emilia squealing as she was startled from suddenly being grabbed. Emilia looked behind her, her face rather red. “My, you little-!”
The house was filled today with visitors. For whatever reason a simple message had led to an entire celebration from Marko’s family. Everyone from his siblings, Emilia’s siblings, and even their parents and their siblings had made it to their celebration. The pool in the back was filled with the children splashing about, the grille being surrounded by the older men as they gathered around to share some drinks and fry some burgers.
Inside the house, all the older ladies were talking to Emilia, wanting to get in on the spicy details between the couple as she defensively answered back with just simple responses as to not say too much about them and to keep their life still relatively private.
Amidst all the usual family gathering piffling, Marko noticed one of his nephews sitting alone at the dining table inside the house, typing along on his laptop in a Google Doc, occasionally looking up from the screen when his mind brielfy blanked out, before continuing and typing on his computer. Marko looked towards the pool, his nephew’s sister was there near the pool, ensuring the other younger kids get along and don’t start drowning one another. He sighed and entered the house and approached the 14-year-old.
“Hey, Mikki. You’re not gonna swim?” He said as he looked at the boy’s screen.
“I left my swimming trunks at home by accident, so I think I’ll just be productive and continue the write-up I was working on.” Mikki replied as he continued typing. Marko looked up and around, and an idea came into his head. “What’re you writing, anyway?” He asked.
“I’m part of a forum for this game, the community behind it hosts challenges where hosting duties is passed down to the winner of the challenge, and yeah here I am just, writing up about it I guess?” Mikki explained in his usual monotone voice. Marko, did not understand exactly what he said, as familiar as it was to him.
“R-right. So, what’s it about?”
Mikki sighed. “Well, It’s set in the 1940s after the war, and it’s about this guy who’s looking for a car. The game is about making your own cars so the entrants for the challenge need to make a car that fits what I wrote, and they’ve all sent their stuff in so I’m basically just reviewing whatever they sent.” He continued typing.
Marko thought for a moment, before coming up with an idea.
“Say, Mikki. You don’t mind violent movies right? I think I’ve got a movie you might like. C’mon, I’ll show you.” He said as he got up towards the TV, turning it on with the remote and flicking towards his streaming service. Mikki sighed and followed along.
“You might like this, It’s set in World War Two. Title’s called Inglourious Basterds.” He looked the movie up with the search feature, but it seems as though with the streaming platform he’d been using, movies he rented on another device won’t be accessible on another.
“Oh, it’s a movie you have to rent on Am*zon?” Mikki asked as he sat down on the couch.
“Yeah, it seems like-” Marko looked behind him, and Emilia was grabbing a bowl of chips for the ladies. “H-honey? Do the movies not transfer from my laptop to the TV when I rent them?” He asked her, but all he got was a shrug from her. She put the bowl back down on the table and approached them, looking over at the TV and leaning her arms on the sofa’s backrest just behind Mikki, her breasts just hanging over behind his head. It was fairly obvious that his face had gone a slight red tint as Mikki fought his every pubescent urge to look behind him.
“Are you sure you’re logged into the right account? The right profile?” She asked whilst tilting her head sideways to look towards Marko.
“Y-yeah. I’m pretty sure I am.” He frantically double checked the account profile he was using, and indeed he was on his own profile. Emilia shrugged again and walked back towards the bowl of chips she placed back at the table, before heading out back towards the ladies. Mikki looked back just as Emilia was beginning to disappear towards the doorway, before looking back at the TV and sighing. “Gentlemen really prefer blondes, do they?” He whispered to himself whilst Marko contemplated renting the movie or just figuring out how the streaming service worked.
“W-well then. Just pay me back when you’re a millionaire I guess.” Marko said as he flicked the remote, and rented the movie. The first thing Mikki noticed was the rating, the movie was rated R, and on the top left of the screen it displayed exactly the kind of content one would expect in movie.
“Drug use, foul language, sexual content, and violence?” Mikki read them out.
“Yup, the four greatest things in life.”