5:45 a.m.
I slipped soundlessly into Gabby's bedroom, closing the door behind me. I had some time, but not a lot. I'd waited about five minutes once I knew Stella was in the shower thanks to the way the water smacked against the shower pan at irregular intervals. I needed to be back in bed before another five minutes passed if I wanted to play it totally safe. I could've pushed it to ten, but I didn't want anything to derail the day I had planned.
It was another Monday. It was a school day and Stella was working 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. Done right, I knew I could have uninterrupted alone time with my daughter for at least seven hours. This was momentous because it was the first opportunity of its kind. That being, no need to worry about getting caught and no need to worry about going too far. Too far didn't exist any longer since she'd officially started taking the pill.
Gabby had vehemently refused to have sex while she was on her period, but that ended two days prior. During those days, if Stella wasn't home, Smith was and he'd even had friends join him for several hours. Saturday, Gabby informed me that she still had a social life to maintain and wanted to go out with friends, including Mitch. This was hard to take, but once she'd agreed to make him keep his hands to himself and assured me they wouldn't be alone, I relented. Sunday, Stella made plans for us to enjoy a night out. Needless to say, I was not trying to wait any longer for an opportune moment with Gabby to magically come along. We were going to have to orchestrate one.
Gabby was breathing deeply. There were 15 minutes left before her alarm. The room was dark, save the glowing numbers of a small clock by her bed. Having come from my own dark room, there was plenty of light for my adjusted eyes.
"Gabby." I lightly shook her bare shoulder, exposed to the cool air of the room by the blanket halfway on the floor.
She stirred but didn't come fully awake so I repeated myself and rubbed my hand up and down her arm. "Daddy?"
"Hey, baby. Listen. It's almost time to get up. Your mom is headed to work pretty soon and I'm thinking you should stay home with me today." Her eyes searched my face. "Tell mom and Smith you don't feel well. He can drive himself to school and then you and I can have the day."
"Have the day?"
"I can have you all day."
Her eyebrows rose and slow smile spread across her face.
"I see you're understanding me. Does that work for you?"
She nodded, again slowly, not appearing too eager, but the smile still hadn't left her face.
"Get up as usual, shower if you want, but let Smith and mom know you're not feeling well then come lay down again. I'll be here when they're gone, OK?"
"OK," she whispered.
Her tone was such that I couldn't resist. I leaned in and took her mouth. She tasted like sleep and the spice of promise that was always there. I think it was the heat that lingered just under the surface of my daughter's innocent facade.
Careful not to get carried away, I ended the kiss. "See you soon."
I was back in bed feigning sleep when Stella kissed me goodbye at 6:30 and whispered that Gabby was staying home from school.
7:35 a.m.
I was laying in my bed, covers thrown off, lazily stroking my cock when Smith pulled out of the driveway. I'd laid there for an hour thinking about what I wanted to do to and with Gabrielle that day. I figured I should give it a few extra minutes before prowling to her room and fucking her until neither of us could see straight. I didn't want a forgotten wallet or cell phone to be the thing that blew our secret relationship wide open. To pass the time, I grabbed my phone.
Me: You better be naked already.
Little dots appeared indicating she was replying right away, possibly as eager as I was.
Gabby: I am. I didn't think Smith would ever leave. Why aren't you here?
Very eager, apparently.
Me: Patience, Gabrielle. I've gone six days without coming, you can wait a few more minutes.
Thanks to her ill timed texts, I knew she'd made herself come the previous night when I received a picture of a dildo buried in her cunt while Stella and I were out to eat. I had plans to punish her for that, but it would be later, after I'd relieved the week long sexual pressure I'd created for myself.
Satisfied that if my son needed to return home, he would have done so by then, I got out of bed and started toward my daughter's room for the second time that morning. I paused outside her door. Was I really going through with it?
Some might say that Gabby and I had passed the point of no return awhile ago. I'd already been inside her. To me though, those were incidents where I lost control or didn't have the willpower to say no to her. Was there a difference when there was intent? It felt like it. Or maybe the difference was some archaic idea I had about fully claiming her by finally filling her with my seed. We were just animals after all and that basic instinct had a weird sort of control over me when I didn't let anything else have that power.
Just thinking about watching my cum run out of her overly full pussy had me turning the doorknob and walking in. It was liberating to not bother shutting the door behind me.
Gabby's eyes went immediately to my hard cock. She was naked, as promised, lying on her side in the center of her bed, the covers shoved down beneath her feet. I had an amazing view of her ass and the smooth curve of her back. The light was better now though the room was still cloaked in shadow from drawn blinds blocking an overcast fall morning.
"Turn your phone off and get rid of it." The day was about me and her, and while I couldn't block out everyone, I wasn't about to share her with Mitch or anyone else.
She did as I asked and then shifted to lay on her back, but her elbows supported her weight from the waist up, keeping her tits and eyes toward me. Her knees stayed bent. Her long, dark hair hung in sleep mussed waves around her shoulders. Her nipples were hard.
"Spread your legs."
Slowly, her knees came apart and I struggled to not grab hold of my cock once I got a look at her bare pussy. And it was fucking bare. Gone was the hair that had formed a sort of broad arrow toward her slit.
I never particularly cared what a person had going on down there as long as it seemed purposeful, but seeing Gabby laid out before me covered in nothing but delicate, ivory skin, was like being handed a gift I never knew I wanted. She wasn't bald in the picture she sent the night before so it was new. It was for me.
"I love it."
Her answering smile wiped her face clear of anxiety. She'd been worried I wouldn't.
From the foot of the bed, I ordered, "Touch yourself."
Her small hand immediately slid down her tummy until her fingers were parting her pussy lips. She kept them separated with her index and ring fingers while her middle finger coaxed her tiny clit out of hiding. I absently wondered why Gabby had so many sex toys when she seemed so practiced at using her hand.
"Can you come like that?"
"It could take awhile," she admitted.
"Then there's no need for a show. Put two fingers inside."
Her hand slipped even lower until her two middle fingers sank into her opening.
