Belle
"BELLE!"
My sister was shouting to me from the kitchen as I was scrambling around my room. My room was in shambles. I was tearing it apart, looking for something that I knew he would like.
"Dad's waiting on you!"
"Coming!" I yelled back.
Not really, I was stalling. I was nervous. It was going to be the first time alone with him since that night. It was finally Monday and my mother would return to work this evening. It was finally my time with him. Over the weekend we didn't hold any conversations only small talk at dinner and stolen glances when we passed each other in the house. He stayed in his room mostly with my mother. It was driving me insane how much I missed him.
My mother, Cora, pinned curled my hair last night and I styled it to fall to one side, letting rest on my shoulder. I wore my school uniform, a khaki skirt with a red Polo shirt. I hated my uniforms but my parents refused to allow me to go to Public School like the rest of my siblings. I suppose it was because of what happened to Regina. But I was happy it happened. I love Henry, and Regina's doing well for herself. I also like having Henry and Regina in the house with me. It made me feel like I wasn't so much younger than my older siblings. A few years back I used to spend a lot of time wondering why I was so much younger than my brother and sisters. I even asked Regina one time when I was 8.
"Because you were a mistake. Daddy probably just forgot to pull out in time." A 15 year old Regina snarked with a mischievous smirk.
"What's a mistake?" I curiously asked my sister.
"It means you weren't supposed to be born." Regina laughed it off like it was a joke. I didn't see it as one. I only saw the truth. That perhaps my parents had me by accident.
I pulled out the third drawer of my nightstand, emptying its contents on the floor and I finally spotted what I was looking for. The perfume that my sister Zelena gave me for my birthday 2 years ago. My dad always complimented me when I wore the fragrant. I sprayed a mist of the perfume on my neck, wrist and the inside of my thigh. Finally I was ready for him. I threw all the junk back into the drawer and placed it back into the nightstand, grabbed my blue and white backpack and left my room. When I made it to the kitchen, Regina and Henry were sitting at the table. Regina drinking her coffee and Henry was eating cereal. I looked pass them and around the kitchen not to ignore them, but to locate my father.
"Where is he?" I said to no one in particular. I was stressed and I even heard the panic in my tone.
"What the hell is wrong with you? He's outside in the car stupid." Regina scoffed, rolling her eyes at me.
"Oh… right." I chuckled to take the alarming look away from my face.
I exhaled and walked as calmly as possible to the side door of the kitchen that led to the driveway but I heard a small voice call my name.
"Belle?" Henry called out to me.
I was almost to the door when I realized I completely forgot Henry's morning kiss. I ran to him at the table and kissed his cheek three times and tickled his little belly.
"Noo, stop." He said between his giggles. "You're gonna make milk come out my nose."
I laughed at his joy and ended my playful tickling of little Henry and started for the door again. "Love you Henry. Have a good day at school."
"Okay Belle I love you too." He waved me a goodbye. "Promise you won't forget about morning kisses next time?"
"I promise. Bye Regina."
"See ya." I heard my sister say while I was walking out the door.
It was the middle of spring and the end of April always brought many showers to Storybrooke. Today wasn't excluded. The rain was freezing when I stepped out my house and I soon realized I forgot my umbrella. The rain peppered my already chilled skin as I ran out to my father's car trying to dodge the raindrops. He leaned over and opened the passenger door for me. When I got in his car, it was warm and cozy, and I noticed on the floor beside my feet were my umbrella and jacket. He always seemed to remember my jacket when I would forget it. I suppose he will always be my father even though we were so much more now.
"Hey Belle." He greeted me with a pleasant smile. "Wow you smell good." He was so dashing and I couldn't help myself. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight. He chuckled lightly as he tightens me in his embrace. I missed him. "Seems you had a long weekend too."
"You have no idea." I said as we ended our embrace.
"Believe me I do. This won't be easy for either of us."
"I'm willing to try if you are."
The corners of his mouth rose to form another smile and he nodded while shifting gears to pull the car from the drive way. I felt a weight lifted from my shoulders. One of the main things I feared was Rumple not willing to at least try to make this work. Over the weekend I thought that he would change his mind about me after being with my mother so much. I thought he didn't want to embrace what we had because he was too afraid. He's called himself a coward before, but what he was doing with me took strength… and I suppose darkness too. But I didn't mind the darkness, especially if it got me what I wanted.
"I want to properly thank you Belle… for what you did Saturday. For lying to your mother. I know that wasn't easy to do, but thank you for protecting me." He said staring out the windshield as we drove pass the houses of our neighborhood.
"I said I would Rumple."
"I know but I also know how hard it is to keep secrets as a child." There's that stupid word my parents like to use to describe me.
"I'm not a child." I turned my gaze out the window and watched the rain hit the side rear view mirror.
"You're my child." He clarified. I shrugged my shoulder. Why was that all he cared about? I didn't care that we were related. I felt him place his hand on my thigh just below my skirt's helm. I turned back to him to meet his gaze. "But you're also so much more. You're not just my daughter now. And I'm glad."
"So am I."
We pulled up to a stoplight on Main Street. We were almost to my school and I became nervous again. I wasn't ready to leave him yet. I began to fidget with my hands. The car ride seemed so much shorter now. It was now or never.
"Can we kiss Rumple?"
"Uh-." He looked around to make sure our surroundings were clear. "Okay, but a quick one."
He lean over to me and I eagerly met him halfway to exchange my lips with his, kissing him with a deep longing that could not be sated by a kiss alone. He brought my fire back and my veins felt as though lava were being pumped through them. He gave my tongue access to slip pass his lips and he groaned softly in my mouth. I lost control of myself and I became overwhelm by him. I started grabbing the lapels of his suit to pull him closer to me. Next, I worked my hands under his vest to massage the warm skin his chest. I became aroused and I began to moan just from the high I was feeling of being back in his embrace.
He pulled away from my lips suddenly to survey the area again. "Belle we can't."
"Yes we can, I've waited this long." I said trying to maneuver myself into his lap to continue my arousal. But he raised his arm to block me making me slump back in my seat.
"Then you must wait a while longer sweetheart." He fixed his jacket and pulled off from the stoplight at a casual speed. "I can't be seen in public kissing my 13 year old daughter while dropping her off at school." He sighs deeply. "Belle you told me you understood that this, what we're doing, is wrong."
"Yeah I know. It's incest. Like on Game of Thrones."
"That's correct and you also know that you're underage and even though you've agreed to be with me, it's still illegal."
"So you could still go to jail even if I say I want you?"
"Yes! And not jail. Prison. My reputation would be ruin. I'll lose all the respect I worked so hard to get from Storybrooke. Not only that, they will take me away from my family and from you."
"I don't ever want that."
"Neither do I. When we are at home, I'm yours. When we are in public I have to be your father Belle."
He was right and I couldn't object him. I only nodded. I hated we need to hide our feelings from not only my family but the public's eyes too. I wished I wasn't 13, but even if I was of age that wouldn't change the fact that he was my father or that he was already married. It was like the whole universe didn't want us to be together. I didn't care, I love him. He's worth fighting the universe for. I looked out the window as we pulled up to my school. I watched the kids playfully running in the rain, jumping in the puddles. They seem happy to be at school and away from their parents while I dreaded the long day ahead of me.
"Princess." He said bringing me from my thoughts. I turned to my father as he took hold of my hand. "I want you to have a good day at school. Focus on the lesson and don't be afraid to ask questions." He kissed the palm of my hand then closed my fingers around it. "But if things get too hard, use this kiss."
I looked up from the hand he was holding to meet his chocolate eyes . "And tonight… will we?"
"Belle right now, let me be your father. You should focus on school. Now go inside."
I gave an apprehensive nod before grabbing my things and exiting my father's black Cadillac. The other children avoided his car, even choosing to walk in the wet grass just to not be seen by Mr. Gold. I didn't see the monster they saw. I saw my father. I saw a man willing to sacrifice everything for the happiness of his daughter.
While at school, the student committees were passing out flyers for the end of the year school dance. In pass years Storybrooke Preparatory would hold a Sadie Hawkins type soiree, but this year due to the recent sexual rise in our school's atmosphere and the impregnating of one of its students, Ashley Boyd, the school decided to instead hold a father/daughter and mother/son dance. All the other kids groaned at the fact they had to bring their parent to a school dance, but it was right up my alley. I didn't want anyone taking me to a dance but Rumple. With that good news the rest of my school day went by pretty easily. My mom picked me up at 3:30pm and I was very happy when I saw her back in her hospital uniform.
At dinner, my family and I were sitting at the dinner table eating together as a unit. While at the table I was trying so hard to not look at my father. Instead I focused on the clock and watch as the second and the minute hands inch their way around the face. Time was going too slow and every second my mother was here mocked me. Rumple was more obligated to her then me. She could have him anytime she wanted and anyway. But I chose not to let it bother me tonight. I had exciting news to deliver.
"Belle?" My mother called loudly, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Hmmm?" I shook my head to come back to reality.
"Where are you this evening sweetie?" My mother asked worriedly. "You've been staring off and you're barely eating."
"I'm sorry mommy." I said picking up my utensils to try to eat.
"Everything okay at school today, no laps in gym?"
I wish. I chuckled to myself and shook my head no. I looked to my father who wore the same sly expression as I did.
"Belle are you ready for summer break, it's just around the corner." My sister Regina asked.
"I'm not sure, I love school and I'll miss being in the eighth grade."
"But you'll be in High school." Regina emphasized.
"Yeah I guess so, but we did have an exciting announcement at school today."
"Oh? What was it?" I unfolded the flyer from school and gave it to my mother to read over.
"Well since the end of the school year's approaching so is the school dance. This year it will be a parent/child type of thing. I was wondering if daddy could… take... me?" I drew out the last few words like I was pleading a case.
My mother looked up from the paper and smiled at me. "Well why are you asking me? Ask your father. He'll be the one taking you."
I looked to him with an inquisitive gaze. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin before placing it back down in his lap.
"Belle I would love to escort you to your school dance." He said with so much sincerity in his words.
I felt my eyes lit up when he said yes. I had the decency to blush as I bit my bottom lip to stifle my enthusiasm.
"Aww Honey. How sweet. So Belle, what color would you like your dress to be?" My mother inquired.
I thought to myself for a moment. "Gold." And I saw my father nodded his approval with a smile.
"Why aren't you guys having a regular dance?" Regina asked.
"Didn't you hear?" Cora set down her utensil to go into details. "Well some 15 year old girl at Belle's school became pregnant by another student. Her parents were so irate and demanded changes needed to happen or they would sue the school." Regina looked to Henry before shamefully bowing her head to continue eating. Regina was 16 when she had Henry. Cora always made sure to remind Regina about her misfortune even though she carried enough of the burdens. The room fell silent for a moment. "They seem to be getting younger every year. Perhaps I should have done the same when it happened to you Regina." Cora said nonchalantly.
"Cora!" My father shouted in an outrage.
Regina took offense and shot our mother a dirty look before angrily scooting from the table to take her leave from the kitchen. Henry followed on her heels. Cora only rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as Regina left.
"How long Cora?"
"How long what Rumple?" She said impishly.
"How long are you going to keep chastising her? It's been 4 years. I'm happy Henry's here."
"I am too, but it's not fair to us that she still lives at home and we have to take care of her, Henry, and Belle."
"And so you would have her struggle on the streets?"
"No but how is she ever going to learn."
"She is learning."
"Goddamn it. I'm so sick of this Rumple. The girls have you wrapped around their finger, especially Belle." I suppose it was then they remembered I was still at the table.
"Belle excuse yourself from dinner." My father told me and I did as he commanded. As I walked to my room I heard their voices in the distant, still bickering over Regina. And for the first time I didn't hate that my parents were arguing.
The moon looked heavy in the night sky. The rain was gone, but streets were still wet and refracted the light from the moon, placing my little town in a silvery glow. Storybrooke's nightlife died down early on Monday evenings so the lampposts on Main Street were dim and cast shadows among the buildings. I turned my gaze from out my window to look at my clock. I stood from my bed to smooth down the only gown I had that didn't depict some kind of childish imagery. It was a thin material made from satin. It was blue at the top and as your eyes drift down the length of the gown, it faded to black once you reach the helm. I left my room. Slowly inching pass my sister's room, next was Henry's. Once I reached my father's door, I didn't have to knock. I noticed it was wedged open. Was he expecting me? I peeked in the narrow opening of the door.
"Come in Belle, Don't be afraid."
"I'm not. I just thought you changed your mind." I said walking into his room. It was low lit, provided by soft lighting from a single floor lamp.
"Even if I wanted to, I doubt I could." He closed the door behind me and used his head to gesture for me to follow him. "Come here. I want to show you something."
I followed him to a full length mirror my parents kept close to the entry of their en suite.
"Stand there." He pointed to a spot in front of the mirror.
I complied and he took his place behind me. I didn't want to look in the mirror. When I tried, it only reminded me of how I was a young inexperience girl in over my head. I felt a chill pass through me when he touched me. His reflection began to undress me, pulling the straps of my nightgown off my shoulders causing my gown slid down my slender frame effortlessly to pool at my feet on the ground. Next he focused his attention on my panties, pulling them down pass my hips to let them fall to the floor too. His body was flushed with mine, making me gasp when I felt something hard poking into my back. I watched as the reflection of my father petal my neck and shoulder with open mouth kisses. I didn't want to be in this mirror. I wanted to be in his bed where I would be comfortable.
"Do you see what I see Belle?" My father asked looking up from the crease of my neck.
"I don't know. I just see you and me. What do you see?" I said in a breathy whisper.
"I see my beautiful daughter."
Beautiful? I looked myself up and down in the length of the mirror. I was flat-chested, too skinny and I had no curves unlike most of the thirteen year old girls at my school.
"I look like a boy."
He only chuckled lightly and shook his head. "No Belle you don't. You're a blank slate." Our eyes met in the mirror. "Listen to me sweetheart." I watched him in the mirror trace his large hands down the length of my body to rest at my hips. "In a couple of years, you will wake up and you will see your hips will have grown out a couple of inches to accentuate this little waist." His hands moved to my waist to follow his words. "Your breasts will have also become larger and supple by this time. You will have the figure of an hourglass. A woman's body." He emphasized.
Rumple made the image of my transformation clear in my head and I stared at my new self in the reflection of the mirror. "I can't wait until then."
"I can. I love you just the way you are. I love you as my babygirl. You're my child and I don't ever want you to grow up." He sighed before turning me around to meet him face to face. "I also don't want you to ever think of yourself as less than what you truly are."
I only nodded and looked down to my feet. While my eyes were averted, I noticed he was still in his silk pajamas. I placed my hand on the waist of his pants before looking up to him for approval. My father nodded, granting me access to unfasten the drawstring and pull his pants down, giving me all sight of the length between his legs.
"So that's what it looks like. That's what went inside me?" I asked looking back up to him with amazement.
"Yes and you were very brave Belle." He said cupping my chin, placing a soft peck on my lips.
"I wanted to see what it looked like before."
"It's okay. I think we were both caught in the moment. Did it hurt much?"
"Yes! I felt like I was going to die, but then it changed and it felt really nice."
"I'm so sorry I should have warned you. But to be truthful, I was sort of anxious."
"And Rumple." I began to fidget with my hands. "D-did I feel different?" I instantly knew I asked a silly question, but I was curious. Why was I so qualified in his eyes?
"Apart from what sweetheart?"
"Mommy."
"Don't ask that Belle. I won't discuss your mother with you."
I bit my bottom lip nervously before looking down to his erection.
"Can I touch it?" I asked to quickly change the subject.
He gave me a soft smile and I saw the answer in his eyes. "Let me show you how."
He took hold of my hand and wrapped it around his cock, guiding my hand to stroke him. It twitched in my hand and I looked to him with a curious look. "Keep going." He said letting go of my hand for me to venture solo. I did and his breathing began to become more prominent. I felt him become harder and larger in my hand. I saw I was neglecting another area just below his cock, so I used my other hand to cup his sacks. He hissed in protest and closed his hooded eyes. "Fuck Belle, just like that." He said in a breathy whisper. I've never heard my father use that word before. I was doing a good job. Would he like it if I went faster? I didn't ask to find out and he began thrusting into my hand to meet my faster strokes. His breathing labor as his mouth dropped open. I enjoy watching him in his pleasure and I felt myself become very wet between my legs. The tip of his member had become slick from his juices and I used my thumb to brushed over it, smearing the substance around the head. He took hold of my wrist stopping me from my pursuit.
"You're killing me Belle." My father groaned and grabbed me by my waist, pulling me close to him. His hard cock grazing my stomach. "Now be a good girl and go get in my bed. I've been dying to taste you again."
I smiled before eagerly running to jump in my father's bed, happily bouncing naked until I was under his sheets. He chuckled at my excitement before joining me under his covers. How could something so wrong, feel so right? I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I wouldn't worry about it tonight.