I was eating the dinner I'd prepared, but I wasn't really tasting it. Gabby had refused to come down and eat with us and Smith was still at his friend's house. Because it was just the two of us, Stella and I sat side by side at our kitchen island. Unbeknownst to her, she was just three feet away from the exact spot where I'd shot cum all over my daughter's chest two hours prior. And while Stella seemed to be savoring my signature steak tacos, all I could focus on was my appetizer, a brief taste of Gabby's pussy filtered through my fingers and her sweet mouth. I was sure my dick would never be soft again.
Stella gently laid her hand on my thigh. I jumped and damn near choked. Laughing she said, "Jesus, babe. You're a million miles away. What are you thinking about?"
Nope. No way. Definitely could not tell her what I'd been thinking about. I'd heard somewhere that the best lie to tell, was one that was partially true so I sighed before admitting, "Gabby."
Stella's shoulders slumped a bit before she said, "Yeah, I know I keep telling you to talk to her, but only because she seems to listen you. I can speak with her though, if you're not sure how to approach it."
Ever the clueless man of the house, I asked, "What is it we want to get across exactly?"
Stella's fork clattered against her plate. "I'm worried about her priorities. Gabby is brilliant, but this is her last year of school and she has no plans after that. And she needs to quit doing this with Mitch. This on again off again business. She's too young to be caught up in that sort of pattern. And!" It seemed my wife was on a roll. "He's too old for her anyway. If she were 20 or 21, it wouldn't be as bad."
I felt my eyebrows draw together. "How old is Mitch?"
"He's 23 babe, I've told you that."
Now my silverware hit the deck. "Um no, pretty sure that's never come up." Holy fuck. "Never mind, I know what I need to cover with her now." Stella patted my arm and chuckled again then went back to her meal.
I sat through the rest of our dinner trying to pinpoint exactly why I was so pissed. And I was fucking pissed. First I told myself it was the difference in their ages, but that was a weak argument considering I was 18 years older than Gabby and would absolutely be fucking her as soon and as frequently as possible. Then I considered the possibility that my anger stemmed from suspicion that he was taking advantage of her. Same problem though. Pot, meet kettle. In the end, I couldn't boil it down to anything other than, I was jealous. He wasn't some high school kid looking to have fun with Gabrielle before their lives inevitably veered off in different directions. Depending on his situation, which I obviously knew nothing about, he could be around for awhile. They could have a future. Together.
As much as my dick wanted me to, I didn't run right to Gabby after Stella left for work. I did the dishes, wiped everything down, and sent a text to Smith.
Me: Let me know if you're going to be later than 8:00
Smith: It'll probably be more like 9.
So much for Smith coming home and saving the day before I did something really stupid. The longer I kept myself away from her, the more I felt like things had gone far enough. We should just forget it and move on.
I turned off the kitchen lights and stood in the middle of the floor telling myself things like, 'Just go to bed' and 'I should probably go downstairs and workout.' Those thoughts were intermingled with, 'Go have your daughter's pussy for dessert' and 'I bet she's a phenomenal cocksucker.' That last one made my dick jump in my pants and before I knew it, I was headed up the stairs to her room.
Gabby's bedroom was down the hall from the master and ran along the back of the house. Her door was slightly ajar so I didn't bother knocking before gently pushing it inward. The foot of her queen size bed was directly across from the doorway. She was sitting on it, her back to the headboard, a notebook in her lap, a textbook by her side and wireless headphones crowning her head. Stella and I bought her a desk for school work. It was sitting against the wall to my left covered in various hair and makeup paraphernalia.
She was engrossed in her work so I leaned against the doorjamb and took time to study her. I'd looked at her millions of times, seen her in thousands of outfits and various states of undress, but nothing had prepared me for seeing her scantily clothed for the first time after acknowledging that she would eventually be under me, taking my cock.
She wore shorts that revealed smooth legs painted with the remnants of a fading summer tan. They seemed longer and curvier in that moment than I'd noticed before. Her waist was trim but I knew from that afternoon how tender the flesh around her belly was and how it felt like velvet against my cock. There were no bra straps peeking out around the tank top she wore and with her hair piled at the top of her head, I couldn't wait to put my mouth on the column of her throat and her delicate collar bones.
I caught her attention when I reached to my crotch to adjust my stiffening cock and she startled. "Dad. Hey." She said while quickly sliding off the headphones.
I didn't reply right away, just stalked to the side of her bed, sat on the edge, and tossed my phone on her nightstand. It would have been easy to reach back and drag my hand up her leg, but I didn't. Instead, I looked in her eyes for a beat before turning my head toward her messy desk. "Turns out I was today years old when I learned that Mitch is 23."
I heard a long sigh. "Mom," was all she gave me.
"Yes." I turned back to her and hitched my right leg so that my knee rested on the bed. "It seems she's not a fan of her daughter attending high school during the day and hanging out with a guy old enough to buy beer at night."
"It's not like that," she whispered.
I held my hands up to either side of my head. "Hey, I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. This is mom's thing and she'd probably prefer the likes of Mitch if she knew what you and I were doing."
Gabby's eyes fell to her comforter. "What exactly are we doing, Dad?"
The million dollar question. The father in me had warred with the man in me for nearly twenty-four hours. With no determined winner, it was Gabby who'd have to decide the victor. "Something changed last night, Gabrielle. I love you the way I always have, but now there's something extra. I like it. I want to keep exploring it, but you have to make that call."
When she spoke, it was like something was caught in her throat. "You said I belonged to you."
I couldn't control the grin I felt sliding into place. "I believe what I said was that your cunt belongs to me." I watched transfixed as pink blossomed across her cheeks. "I am not going to lie to you, Gabrielle. Ever. But, if I get inside you, you're probably going to get more honesty from me than you think you can handle. The person who walked in this room a minute ago is not the same person who'll be fucking you. I might be your laid back Dad, but as a man, sweetheart, I'm not shy about what I want and I do what I need to do to get it."
It was subtle, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed Gabby press her thighs together. I slid my ass off the bed, planted both knees on it instead and leaned in to cage her hips between my fists. "I promise baby, you'll get what you want too."