Another look of confusion creases his brow as he holds my gaze. “I was in my room getting changed so I could go outside and work on the roots near the… um, the uh…”
“Hm.”
I rub the bridge of my nose as I glance at Skylar.
“And you?”
“I was getting some bedsheets out of the drier, Daddy.”
“I wasn’t aware that the bedding needed turning over,” I reply meaningfully.
Skylar sucks in a sharp breath.
Of the two of them, she seems to the one with the brains.
“No, Daddy. I promise,” she exclaims, shaking her head vehemently back and forth.
“Stand up and pull your pants down,” I tell her as I sit up and lean my elbows on my knees.
She looks even more afraid now than she was when she thought I was assuming things, but a woman’s virtue isn’t something that can be seen to the naked eye.
Skylar does as she’s told and stands with her hands clasped in front of her panties. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s trying to hide that pretty little pussy from me.
“Panties next,” I say evenly.
She turns her face away for a moment before complying, then attempts to cover herself again.
“Put a foot on the coffee table,” I instruct her as I reach behind her and pull it closer.
I take in a big whiff of that sweet scent of hers, before I look up into her eyes. Placing a hand on her hip to steady her, I lick the tip of my thumb and ready myself to find out if these kids have been lying to me.
“Take a deep breath and be a good girl for Daddy,” I tell her as I push her legs apart and start to slip my thumb inside of her.
She’s not wet enough yet, so she grimaces, but I don’t pay it any mind.
This isn’t about making her feel good, it’s about finding out if she’s just another lying bitch.
And when the tip of my thumb gets stopped before I can push it all the way into her, I nod and pull it back out.
“You can get dressed now and go back to your chores. Both of you,” I say as I get to my feet.
Walking out of the living room, I make my way toward the kitchen, completely aware of the fact that Skylar has been a little too compliant these past couple of days.
They have something up their sleeves and think I don’t see it coming.
It’s alright, though.
Tomorrow is a big day, and they better get as much sleep as they can, because whether they like it or not, it’s finally time for them to make me proud.