The blazing sun though in the afternoon was scorching your skin with its rays. It's really a bad time for you to do the lawn today, you could've do it tomorrow or on the next days on your holiday. Cherie's beauty doesn't just came naturally, she was also known for her spiked attention and discipline in taking care of it. From painstaking wearing make-up to a well-known good painter, her taste and skill in art had her selected regularly for leading the homecoming decorations team. She was non-negotiable and would louder her voice if someone let out an excuse or opinion.
Either way, you open the revolving door and went towards the old lawnmower. Your bad-luck improved as the lawnmower was broken, you had to use the grass cutter and cut them bunch by bunch. After few minutes the grass started to irritate you, it's been really hot recently and the grass' skin were dried up. The dried skin of pointy edge of the grass caused its upright stature to poke your hands which caused this itch every time you're cutting the grass. Continuing forward with this time your legs felt the pokes too, never thought nature could be really harsh. You're being crisped by the hot sun and your 'chores' held you on the ground's torture of spiky grass, the shirt and shorts you're wearing now may help eased the heat but it made you vulnerable to the spiked grass.
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It's been an hour and you've just finished the front yard, you stood your sweaty body up and head to the terrace for a shade. "Wow Tim, nice work... I'm impressed." then another voice spoke "Uh Tim, did mom really made you do this?" It was Heather and Clare, you turned back to see them and once again the lawn you mowed yourself. "Thanks and yeah, mom had me to do this." You let up a slight smile, fishing out more good thoughts under a terrible situation. Your head were hazed and your body felt limp which they immediately hold you and walked in the house together. "Mom, we're home!" Clare said. Then you saw your mom, still with amber eyes and same modest attire walking down the stairs. "Oh hi kids." Cherie said, she rather seemed not interested or showing the glad your mom usually express. She then went towards Clare so she had to sit on the guest room, Heather was let off free with and immediately went up to her room. "So how's school sister-uh I mean daughter of mine?" Your mom or rather Cherie asked, her interest totally went to Clare, showing mom's usual excitement on her face. With no question and greeting to Heather, you wonder if she had a grudge on your twin-sister as well. Cherie enjoyed Clare's whole story laughed on her sarcasm on the fun in math. Clare looked at her in a cringe and forced smile, she found mom being weird laughing on math and usually suggest her to hang on and let her do the hard problems. Yeah mom's not only hot but also smart, so smart that she could still help you on math and science.
Clare then excuse herself to her room, Cherie then walked to the door and gestured you to come with her. "Man it's really hot." Cherie said, she shade her face with her hand and walk around the yard with you. You had no interest in talking, "Fuck you Cherie, I felt like dying today you bitch..." your thoughts were busy grumbling and despising the alpha-bitch possessing your mom's body. Opening the wooden fence to the backyard, you both would notice a shady tree with a swing on it around the grass with an area at least twice your front yard. Your eyes bulged when noticing the tall grass, your mouth was almost open for the surprising extra chores.
"You know what to do." Cherie said as she rubbed your hair and move your mom's body while swaying butt to the back door.
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