Don’t Let Your Mind Go There

9

TATE

We had been in this cabin for a week now, and I was already bored. I liked it here, that wasn’t the issue, but I already finished the books I brought from home, and without a TV in the cabin, there wasn’t much else for me to do to pass the time.

We did bring boardgames, but nobody wanted to play.

Mom and Dad spent most evening on the couch, talking, or just sitting around and reading their books. How slow were they? Reading a book shouldn’t take anyone that many days.

Added to my boredom, Dad was once again not acknowledging me.

The only times he looked at me were at dinner, but even then, he didn’t say a word to me. Still, in his gaze I could see how he longed for me.

He wished he could touch me. Kiss me.

But he couldn’t.

Not in front of Mom and Ronan.

I couldn’t do this anymore. My fingers were twitching for him, needing to touch him. And my lips were tingling, wanting to kiss his mouth, his stomach, his cock.

I was starting to become impatient, eager to get close to him, but in broad daylight, that wouldn’t be possible. So, I waited patiently for the night to come, and for Ronan to fall asleep, before I snuck out of the bedroom to hopefully run into Dad again like I had a week ago.

He wasn’t up though, and I just stood in the living room, thinking about a way to get his attention. It would be difficult to do that without waking up Mom and Ronan too, so I decided against it.

I turned around and looked down the dark hallway where the two bedrooms were. Their bedroom door was closed, unlike the first couple of nights we spent here. Dad made sure to close it so I wouldn’t look inside. Then again, I didn’t understand why he closed it when they didn’t even have sex anymore.

It was as if they weren’t into each other anymore. As if they weren’t in love anymore. I’d hate for that to be the case, but it seemed like something was off between them.

I walked closer to their bedroom door, wanting to peek inside and see if they were both asleep. I couldn’t hear a thing as I got closer, and when I slowly opened the door, I saw them both lying on the bed, back to back.

The room was dark, but I could see their bodies thanks to the small amount of moonlight that was shining through the trees and the window.

I studied them both, hearing their slow and steady breathing.

“What are you doing here, Tate?” Dad’s quiet yet dark voice broke the silence.

I hadn’t been aware of him being awake, but when I looked closer, I could see his eyes were open.

I played with my hands and shrugged. I could’ve lied and said that I wasn’t feeling well. I decided to be honest though. He wouldn’t believe my lies anyway. “I miss you.”

“Go to bed, Tate,” he replied, without even letting my words sink in.

I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms, feeling cold all of a sudden. But, Daddy—”

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, interrupting me as he sat up in bed. He was looking at me, but I couldn’t see his expression. Though, from what he was telling me, I imagined him looking at me with a raised brow and clenched jaw. “Go to bed.”

“Can I sleep here?” I asked, taking a step toward the bed. “Ronan keeps kicking me.”

That was a lie. In fact, Ronan hadn’t kicked me once since we came here. He slept calmly, without ever moving.

Dad sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was thinking about it. “I don’t want your mother to wake up.”

“She won’t. I don’t take up too much space,” I promised.

Another sigh left him, and I gave him a moment to think.

“Fine. Come here.”

I grinned and stepped even closer to the bed, and it was then when I realized that Mom had her AirPods in. I frowned with a tilt of my head. “She can’t hear us?”

“I don’t know. She started listening to a podcast before bed and then she fell asleep,” Dad explained.

Pursing my lips, I looked over to the bedside table to look for her phone, and before getting into bed next to Dad, I went around the bed to tap on Mom’s phone to check if she was still listening to anything. The podcast was still on, and when I looked at her face, she looked peaceful and asleep.

“I think she can’t hear us.”

“Come back here,” Dad ordered through gritted teeth.

I went back around the bed and waited for him to lift the covers, and once he did, I got onto the bed, getting comfortable next to him.

I wanted to face him, but he made me turn my back to him. His arm came around my waist, and he held me there, with his hand on my stomach, and his chest pressed against my back.

“Sleep now,” he told me.

I made it this far.

I wasn’t going to let the night pass without at least kissing him once.

Once I figured out how to go about that, I wouldn’t stop myself from achieving my goal.

Sleep didn’t come easy. How could it when Dad was cupping my tits under my shirt? He had started a few minutes ago, and he kept pinching my nipples between his fingers.

His cock was getting hard, and I knew then that my plan would work out, without me doing much for it.

I sighed when he cupped one of my tits in his large hand, squeezing and massaging it slowly, almost as if he was examining me. I reached back with my left hand, needing to touch him too. I placed it on the side of his thigh, pulling him closer while I pressed back against his crotch.

He was only wearing his boxer, and with the thin fabric of my pajama pants, his cock could nestle itself between my ass cheeks. He started to move his hips, sliding his cock back and forth.

I was horny, and I hoped that this time, it wouldn’t just end with just a blowjob. “Can we have sex, Daddy?” I asked, keeping my voice quiet.

A groan left him, and he squeezed my tit harder until his touch made me squeal. It didn’t hurt, but the strength of his hand surprised me.

“You know we can’t, Tate.”

“But you want to.”

He laughed, easing his grip on my tit to touch the other. “Of course, I want to. But we can’t,” he repeated. “We don’t want to get caught, do we?”

I shrugged. I didn’t really care at this point.

“Naughty kitten,” he muttered, with his face buried in my hair. “I sure would like to know how it would feel to fuck this pussy. Look at you…all wet and ready for me, aren’t you?” He moved his hand from my tits to my pussy, sliding it into my pants, and cupping it with his palm pressed against my clit. “All this for me. You really want me to fuck you, don’t you? You want daddy’s cock inside you?”

Yes.

Yes!

“Please,” I begged, arching my back to feel more of his cock.

“You want me to fuck you with your mother right next to us. That’s what you want, baby?”

“Yes!” I cried out and started rolling my hips, rubbing against his cock while he kept his hand hooked around my pussy. “Please, Daddy.”

“You’re a fucking slut, you know that? Wanting your daddy to fuck your tight pussy with mommy next to us. That’s something only a little whore would want. Is that what you are, baby? A whore?”

“Yes!”

“Say it,” he hissed.

“I’m a whore.”

“That’s right. My little whore.”

I didn’t care what he called me. As long as he said that I was his, he could call me whatever he wanted. I had reached my goal already, but once he was inside of me, there was no way either of us could go back to being normal around each other.

He pulled his hand out of my pants and moved away from me. As he turned onto his back, he made me move on top of him, straddling his lap. I looked over at Mom just to make sure she was still asleep, and when I was certain that she was, I focused my attention on Dad again.

He had his hands on my hips, slowly moving me on top of him. My pussy slid along his length, and when I looked down, I could see the tip peeking out of the top of his boxers.

“Rub that pussy on me, baby. Come on, make me hard so I can fuck that tight hole,” he ordered. He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I rubbed on him, moving my hips back and forth as his cock hardened even more. My clit was pulsating, and the urge to come became stronger with every move I made.

“Please.” I started begging again, and I dug my fingers into his chest, needing to hold on to something.

“Goddamn.” His grunts became louder, and the longer I was riding him, the less I cared about Mom being right there next to us.

She could’ve woken up, for all I cared. All that mattered to me was Dad, and how he made me feel.

He pushed me up so he could pull down his boxers, and while he did that, I moved off of him completely to get rid of my pants and panties. Once those items were gone, and Dad had pushed his boxers down to his ankles, he pulled me on top of him again.

He had his left hand on my hip, and the other on his cock, stroking it slowly. “Let’s see if this pussy can take me.”

It wouldn’t be easy to fit him inside of me, but I was eager to make it work.

“How much do you want my cock, baby?”

“I want it so bad. Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

He was pleased with my words. As he moved me up to position his cock underneath me, I leaned forward to rest my right hand on his chest, steadying myself as I felt his tip slide through my folds.

“So fucking wet. So damn perfect,” he muttered, his eyes lingering on our most intimate parts. I let him be in control, and every time he pushed me down, his cock entered me more and more.

He was stretching me, and while I felt some pain, it was overcome by all the pleasure that was rushing through me. “Oh, Daddy…”

“Tight little whore. You want my dick inside of this pussy. Want it buried deep inside of you.” His voice was low and dark. God, I couldn’t get enough of his words.

I couldn’t get enough of him, and I was already longing for more.