(11:24) Gabrielle: You aren’t up yet? Also, do you like this? Mom thinks you will, but I don’t think so.

She sends me a picture of a black sweater which looks okay but I don’t particularly care for the cut.

(11:30) Gabrielle: I think you’ll like this one better. I’m getting it!

I look at the sweater my mother picked out for me followed by the one Gabrielle liked better and, of course, Gab was right.

Me: I love the sweater you picked out, baby. If you like it, I like it. Yes, I just woke up. How do you have so much energy? I could sleep another four hours.

Gabrielle: I’m eighteen.

My dick jerks at her words as visions of her pert tits, her round ass, and wet pussy come flying through my brain. I groan as my hand finds my face.

Me: Ha Ha. Cute.

Gabrielle: My man certainly thinks so.

Me: Your man, huh? I thought we weren’t doing labels.

Gabrielle: I didn’t say we weren’t, I said I didn’t know. I didn’t want to freak you out.

Me: Please. Like you could.

Gabrielle: I needed some new bras, and I bought a little something extra…want to see?

Me: Of course

She sends me a photo, of her in white practically sheer lingerie that makes her look ethereal. She’s biting her lip in the picture looking so fucking sexy, I wish I could climb through the phone and fuck her in the fitting room against that mirror she’s standing in front of. A second picture comes through and I almost drop my phone when I see her topless form staring at me blowing a kiss.

Me: Jesus, Gab.

Gabrielle: You like the lingerie?

Me: You look edible, Gabrielle. I can’t wait to rip it off of you with my teeth. When are you getting home?

Gabrielle: That sounds promising. And probably a few hours. Mom is like Santa Claus on crack this year.

Me: When is she not?

I go back to her picture.

Me: And I need your nipples in my mouth, five minutes ago.

Gabrielle: Aaaand now I’m wet.

Me: Show me.

An hour later, I haven’t moved from my room and barely from my bed, enjoying a rare lazy day. I’ve answered a few emails before making a few calls and turning on my out of office automated reply. It’s four days until Christmas and it’s been nice to take some time off for once. I finally make my way upstairs to look for some food but I still don’t hear anything. I assume my mom, Monica, and Gabrielle aren’t back yet because I don’t hear an abundance of chatter. When the three of them are together, I don’t think anyone takes a breath.