"Mommy I'm Home!" Gabriella yelled as she entered her home after school. At the echoing silence, Gabby could only shake her head and sigh. She remembered fondly how just a few short years ago that greeting meant a warm hug and conversation. Or an arm full of giggling little brother and an afternoon snack. But no longer. When a rampant childhood disease had taken Kevin away, it had taken her mother with it as well. Agatha began drinking from the moment she awoke. By the time Gabriella made it home in the afternoon, her mother was incoherent.
Since the age of fourteen Gabby had been responsible for everything. She came home from school, and cooked dinner. Fortunately she had turned out to be a wonderful cook. And nor four years later she could get a nourishing, amazing tasting meal on the table in about an hour, spend the next hour doing her home work and be showered and ready for bed by the time her dad got in from the office. Today was no different. After preparing a dinner of restaurant quality chicken alfredo, and broccoli, she finished her homework, and headed up to take her shower.
For some reason she paused and looked at herself in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door. She knew it was her home life and not her looks that had kept her out of the dating game at her high school. But every now and then, as any eighteen year old would, she needed to stop and verify that fact in her own head.
What she saw did reassure her. While she was only of average height at 5'6", her legs were long and lean. She may have weighed a bit more than commonly recommended, but that weight gave her nice curves. Her stomach was very flat, and her waist slim. Her breasts and ass carried the extra 10-15 pounds a doctor might suggest she shed. With her trim 26-inch waist, her 38DD full, and high sitting breasts looked incredible with their long nipples of the darkest coral color. Her rounded but slender hips gave her bubbly ass a great home.
With very long, very dark, very wavy, brown hair; her large almond shaped blue eyes took on an innocence that a Japanimation animator would die to achieve. She had a slim straight nose and a full, generous mouth topped with thick, soft lips. Her ivory skin was blemish free and warmly pale. She never got enough sun, but always managed to glow a bit. Gabby ran her hands over her luscious curves. She dressed conservatively. Making sure to down play her physical beauty. Though under the drab clothes she wore to make herself seem more unappealing to the boys at school, Gabby wore the best lingerie money could buy.
She never considered the fact that her daddy probably shouldn't allow her to own most of the lingerie she had, but Gabby was quite naive. Ever since Steven Herz became aware of all Agatha's drinking had dropped on his daughter, and the fact that she chose uber-conservative clothes so that she would be less popular, and not be tempted to socialize he began buying her the most beautiful lingerie she could find. It brightened the teen's whole day to know that while she may be unfashionable to their eyes, she at least had pretty things to enjoy. These were the reasons Steven gave her for the very unusual fact that he allowed her to dress so provocatively under her school clothes and around the house.
2
The truth of the matter was that Steven was a very patient and determined man. Since his wife started drinking so heavily and turned over her duties to their daughter, he had been patiently waiting for the day Gabby could completely take over for Agatha. Not only did he plan to fuck his daughter, he fully intended to turn his angel into his own personal whore. A nubile, young fuck toy that would learn to find pleasure in his every whim.
As he drove home from work her considered his plans. His wife was a drunken mess who would never notice, Gabby was one week from graduation. And his company had agreed to his transfer to the much larger city where his daughter was attending college in the fall. And the house he was trying to purchase there was going into closing at a much lower price than he had budgeted for. The house was almost exactly the same as the one they would be leaving, 4 bedrooms 3 and 1/2 bathrooms, a nice big kitchen, but most importantly a completely finished basement.
That night as he and Gabby ate dinner, and Agatha drank hers', Steven told an ecstatic Gabriella his news. "Your mother and I will be moving to Atlanta as well. I report to my new position down there in July. It means a great pay raise and well. You can stay with us if you'd like. I promise I won't do any of those Daddy things. No curfew, and no rules. You can come and go as you please and dress exactly as you like." Steven said the words but they were only lip service. By August, when classes began at Emory, he fully expected his daughter to dress and act only as he wanted.
Other men in his situation might want their sluts to remain uneducated, but Steven was smarted than that. He wanted her to have options. He wanted his little girl to have a way out if she ever so desired. However, he fully intended to make sure that she never took the out. To make sure that not only was she so in his control that she never thought to get out, but also that she got such pleasure from being in his control that she never wanted out. Not to mention that in his new position he was going to have to do some entertaining, his wife was unable to play hostess for him, Gabby would have to. He'd train her for those situations as well.
The next weeks passed quickly. Steven took his vacation time and he and Gabby got the house packed up. She graduated third in her class and garnered several scholarships. Steven left for a week to get the closing done and once he had the key he managed to surreptitiously decorate the basement as he deemed fit, before he had to return. By July first the Herzs had completed their move. Steven had 2 full weeks of his vacation left. He hadn't take more than a day or two since the passing of his son. He'd had a lot of accrued time.
In Atlanta, after getting Agatha settled, and drunk, Steven and Gabby went shopping. She picked clothes much more daring than those she'd worn in previous years, but still more conservative than not. Steven picked out outfits fro her as well. Daring, revealing outfits that Gabby was sure she'd never feel comfortable enough to wear. And several dresses that were just the perfect combination of slut and angel that they were just the thing for her coming hostessing duties.
When they got home Gabby couldn't wait to model her clothes for her daddy. This was a preexisting tradition Steven was happy to capitalize upon. Gabriella began with the outfits she had chosen. Fitted jeans, and tight tops, cleavage shirts, and demure skirts. Heeled boots, and strappy sandals. The little black cocktail dresses, and even a sapphire blue ball/opera gown. Then she moved into the clothes her father had chosen. Cunt flashing skirts, tight slacks, daisy duke shorts, tops cut to her navel. Sheer shirts, hooker boots, fuck me heels. Tanks tops and string bikinis, and under it all the most daring and risqué lingerie they could find. Then came the nightgowns. Sheerest white lawn nighties. Baby doll gowns in gauzy materials that highlighted rather than hid her pretty nipples, they skimmed the tops of her lithe thighs drawing attention to her panty-covered mons.
