Don’t Let Your Mind Go There

13

TATE

He carried me into the bathroom where he ordered me to stand in front of him and take off my clothes. He watched me as I undressed, with his hooded eyes, and his hand rubbing his jaw.

He hadn’t shaven in a couple of days, and I liked how his face looked with that short beard. Dad was a handsome man, and when he looked at me with that intense gaze, it sent tingles through my whole body.

I dropped my panties to the floor and stepped out of them, finally standing there with no more clothes covering my body. His eyes were still on me, slowly moving upward until they met mine.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, his voice so sensual and dark.

“You think so?” I felt my cheeks flush.

“Would I lie?”

No. No, he wouldn’t.

I slowly shook my head, smiling shyly. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He reached out his hand and cupped my cheek, gently brushing along my skin with his thumb while he kept his eyes on mine. When he took a step closer, his hand moved to my neck, with his fingers digging into the sides of it.

The tip of his tongue came out to lick his bottom lip, and I couldn’t help myself but to stare at his mouth.

Kissing him had felt good and having his mouth all over my body too. I needed more of that. So much more.

I was hoping that he’d kiss me before we did anything else, and Dad was clearly a mind-reader, because the next this he did was lean in and cover my mouth with his.

The kiss was deep, and he moved his lips slowly against mine, showing me just how much he adored me.

I put my hands on his chest and leaned more into him, needing to get as close as possible. His heart was beating loud in his chest, but it wasn’t beating fast like mine. Every time he touched or kissed me, or even simply looked at me, my heart raced like crazy.

Maybe he wasn’t as into me as I was into him, I thought at first, but I decided that wasn’t the case. Dad was crazy about me. He had showed me many times before. I just figured that it was easier for him to keep his composer and not be too excited about every little thing like I was.

Either way, we had gotten close, and that’s all I ever wanted.

He broke the kiss after a while and looked into my eyes, with his hands cupping my face. “Get in the shower. Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

I didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions. I turned around and walked into the shower, and after placing my hands on the wall, I looked back to watch him get rid of his clothes.

Once he was naked, he rubbed his cock and stepped closer to me to stand behind me. His eyes moved all over my body, and as he reached out his other hand to touch my ass, I turned my head again and closed my eyes to enjoy every second of this.

His fingertips moved over my ass, then they made its way up my spine and back down. His hand cupped my ass cheek, squeezing it tightly before he spread both cheeks apart with his hands.

“I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do, and I want you to listen carefully. If there’s something you don’t want me to do, I need you to let me know.”

“Okay,” I whispered. I moved my hands further up the wall and rested the side of my head against it too, with my back arched, and my ass pressing more against his grip.

“First, I’m going to fuck this tight pussy, and I’m going to use my thumb to play with your asshole. I want to prepare it for my cock, and make sure that it won’t hurt you when I fuck it.”

Every word he said was exciting, and in a way, I didn’t want to know more about his plans. I just wanted him to do it.

“Once I’ve fucked your pussy, I’m going to fuck your asshole. I want to come inside of it, fill it with my cum.”

“Yes,” I breathed. I had never been more ready.

“And when my cum is in your asshole, I will use my mouth to suck it out.”

That, for once, took me by surprise.

If that’s what he wanted, I wouldn’t stop him.

“Okay,” I told him, moaning as his fingers dug deeper into my skin.

“After all that, I want you to kneel down in front of me. With your hands on your thighs, and your head tilted back. Mouth open, so I can piss inside of it. Think you can handle all of that, sweetheart?”

I nodded.

“Use your voice, Tate.”

“Yes, I can handle it.”

“Good girl.”

From there, he started doing exactly what he told me.

He fucked my pussy first while using his thumb to stretch my asshole. It felt strange at first, but Dad was being careful, and it didn’t hurt one bit when he used two fingers to slide in and out of it.

There was so much going on that my feelings were all over the place. I tried to focus on my climax, but it never came. It was Dad who got close, and he’d also be the only one to come this time.

I didn’t mind though. I was still enjoying this, and all I cared about was making him happy.

When he pulled out of my pussy and pressed his tip against my asshole, I tried my hardest to relax. Two fingers had already been a lot, and I knew his cock would stretch me even more. I wasn’t scared of the pain. I was just worried he wouldn’t like it as much because I had never done it before.

He slowly pushed inside of me, and while he kept spitting on his dick to make it slide better, it didn’t help very much. Maybe some lube would’ve been better, but I was sure that he hadn’t brought any on this trip.

Either way, I relaxed my body as much as possible and tried to make it easier for him.

Once he was fully inside, I had to hold my breath to adjust to this new feeling. It was a strange sensation, but I figured it was stranger for him to have his cock squeezed so much.

It took him a moment before he started to move, and with his hands on my hips, he pulled back and thrusted into me again slowly. He kept praising me, telling me how good it felt to be buried deep inside of me.

His cock started to throb, telling me that he was close. I felt his body tense, and he moved his hands to my ass again, slapping it hard two times as he thrusted into me hard before he leaned over me.

He stayed buried deep inside of me as he ejaculated, filling my asshole with his warm cum.

“Fuuuck, that’s a good little whore,” Dad grunted. His breath was against my neck, and he pressed kisses to my skin as he started to move again. Slowly, this time. “How does that feel, baby? You feel my cum in there?”

“I do,” I whispered, smiling. “Feels amazing, Daddy.”

He groaned as he pulled out of me, and following his plan, he got down on one knee behind me to taste himself on me. His hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart before I felt his tongue lick through my slit.

The noises his mouth made as he cleaned up his own cum turned me on, and I wiggled my ass, needing to feel more.

“Oh Daddy…”

He got back up and turned me around, cupping my face with his hands. He pressed me against the shower wall, and I shivered at how cold the tiles were.

His mouth took mine, and he kissed me passionately with his tongue curling around mine. He wanted me to taste him.

I moaned into the kiss, and after he pulled away, he looked at me with an expectant expression. “Remember what’s next, baby?”

I nodded, recalling every step he listed earlier.

I got down on my knees and put my hands on my thighs. Tilting my head back, I looked up at him and opened my mouth, ready for him to urinate into it.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, rubbing it slowly while his eyes took in the sight in front of him. “Sure you’re ready for this?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m ready,” I assured him. “I want to taste it.”

His jaw clenched, and his grip around his cock tightened. “Good. Keep that mouth open wide.”

“Do I have to swallow?”

My question surprised him. “If you want to.”

I would decide that once I tasted his piss for the first time.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

I tilted my head back more and opened my mouth again. Dad stepped closer, and with the tip of his cock aiming at my mouth, he emptied his bladder right onto my tongue.

I wasn’t sure what to think at first. The taste wasn’t one I necessarily liked, but having it be Dad’s piss, and seeing how much he was enjoying this, the taste became secondary.

“Pretty girl. So fucking perfect.” He kept praising me until no more piss came out of his penis.

I didn’t want to swallow, but reflexively, a few drops ended up down my throat. There was a puddle of pee in my mouth, while the rest kept running down the sides of my chin and onto my tits.

Dad took one more step toward me, and with one hand cupping the back of my head, and the other wrapped around his semi-hard shaft, he pushed it inside my mouth, making more of his piss flow down my body.

I put my lips around his cock and sucked on it slowly before he pulled back again, and with a satisfied grunt, he squatted down to be on eye-level with me. Pinching my chin between his finger and thumb, he pulled me closer and kissed me.

The thought of him tasting his own piss was yet another thing that excited me. I liked how little he cared about these things. Things that most people would find disgusting and even degrading.

But to me, everything we did was out of love.

***

After spending a couple of hours in the shower, Dad washed my body and hair. His hands were gentle, and he made sure to massage my shoulders and scalp until I felt good again.

After he showered himself, he wrapped us both in towels, drying us off and putting our pajamas back on. He put the toilet lid down and made me sit on it so he could blow dry my hair. It didn’t take too long, and afterward, he took me to the living room where he made me lie down on the couch.

“Will you lie with me?” I grabbed his hand to keep him there.

“I’ll be right with you, baby. I’ll make us tea.”

I smiled and nodded, squeezing his hand gently. “Okay.”

He smiled back before letting go off my hand and heading to the kitchen.

There wasn’t a TV in this cabin, but we had managed to go two weeks without one. Still, in moments like these, I wished there was a TV in this cabin.

The fireplace was the only thing I could watch, but it wasn’t on.

“Can we make a fire?” I asked.

“Sure.” He came back into the living room, and I watched him put wood into the fireplace to make the fire. It took him a moment, but once it was lit, he went into the kitchen again.

He was back shortly and put two cups with steaming hot tea onto the coffee table. “Let it cool down first.”

“Okay.”

I watched him take a deep breath before he came to sit on the couch next to me. I lifted my head and rested it on his lap, and I turned onto my back to look up at him.

We looked at each other, and he brushed back my hair, keeping it out of my face. He was lost in his thoughts, and I wondered what he was thinking about. I had some things on my mind myself, but I wasn’t sure if I could talk to him about them.

I didn’t want to make false claims and accuse the others of having sex. Then again, that was no different from what Dad and I were doing.

“Dad?”

“Mm-hmm?”

“Have you ever noticed how odd Ronan and Mom act around each other?”

“What do you mean?”

I sighed, frowning. “I mean…doesn’t it seem like they’re being weird with each other?”

Dad kept looking at me, his brows raised.

I wasn’t making any sense. I needed to speak my mind.

I took a deep breath before saying, “I have a feeling that Mom and Ronan are being intimate. Just like we are.”

His expression tightened, and it looked like I had said something so outrages that my words upset him. Even if he was having a thing with me—his daughter.

He didn’t look away from me, and the longer he stayed quiet, the more the urge to tell him to forget about what I said grew. It was stupid.

I sighed. “Forget it. It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not stupid.”

I frowned. “It’s not?”

“No.” He ran his fingers through my hair as a smirk tugged at his lips. “Actually, I was wondering how long it would take for you to catch on to it.”