Don’t Let Your Mind Go There

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TATE

I was confused.

He knew?

How long had that been going on between Mom and Ronan?

And why the hell was he always telling me not to let my mind go there when it came to us?

It didn’t make sense. Not one bit.

I furrowed my brows and sat up. My head felt light, and I couldn’t think straight. Reality seemed warped for a moment, then I snapped out of it.

“I don’t understand…”

“What don’t you understand?” he asked. He took my hand and held it in his, gently caressing my fingers with is thumb.

“I don’t understand how it’s real. I mean, Mom and Ronan are…are they really being intimate?”

Dad gave me a slow nod. “Have been for a while now.”

“And why didn’t you tell me? Why…why wouldn’t you let me get close to you in front of them if they know?”

“They don’t know.”

“What?” Nothing made sense anymore.

“They don’t know about us. And they don’t know that I know about them.”

Jesus…I needed to write this all down.

I needed a moment.

I dropped my eyes to our hands, letting this interaction linger for a while.

“And you’re okay with that?”

He chuckled, and I looked at him again. “I’m fucking my daughter, and you think I’d be upset about my wife getting fucked by my son?”

Damn, that sounded even more twisted out loud. But then, it also was exciting.

“No, I guess not. How did you find out?”

“I caught them a while ago. One day during the summer, late at night. They were in the guest house, and I guess they didn’t realize that, with the lights on inside, I’d be able to look through the window from the outside.”

I kept my eyes on him, studying his face as he told me all about that night. “What were they doing exactly?”

“Fucking. Ronan had her pushed up against the door, and she had her legs wrapped around him. Looked fucking weird, but I stayed and watched for a while before heading back inside the house.”

I bit the insides of my cheeks, trying to imagine what that looked like. And then it made me think.

“Was that what made you want to have sex with me?”

“Let’s not get it twisted here, sweetheart. You wanted to have sex with me first, remember?”

I did remember. I had always been the one taking a step toward him, and he kept pushing me away.

“But…at that point, were you already thinking about it?”

“It definitely made me want to get close to you. But you know we couldn’t.”

“Why not? Mom and Ronan did.”

He breathed in deeply and ran a hand through his hair. “Because back then, I was still trying to be moral. I was questioning myself, and why I felt certain urges. And most of all, I wondered why it didn’t bother me one bit knowing my wife was fucking my son.”

It was a fair thing to question. If I were in his situation, I probably would’ve needed some time to get all that into my head too. And I definitely needed time to process all of what he said now too.

We were silent for the rest of the afternoon. We cuddled and drank our tea, awaiting our other two family members to come back from their hike.

Which, now that I thought about it, was probably more than just a hike to them.

***

Two days ago, Dad told me the secret Mom and Ronan were keeping, and ever since, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I also couldn’t stop looking at them. I had to observe them both, wanting to see if I had ever missed something about their behavior that was obvious.

Turned out that Mom and Ronan were just super good at keeping their secret to themselves. Even if I had suspected it before already, it was much clearer now.

I liked the idea of them not knowing about me and Dad, and still, Dad wouldn’t touch or come close to me when they were around. He didn’t want them to know about us, but I wasn’t sure I could keep it to ourselves much longer.

It was another calm afternoon at the campsite, with most people out on hikes, and our family just hanging out in the cabin. I got hungry while playing cards with Dad, and because all of our food was already gone, I walked over to the diner to get some fries.

The others didn’t want anything, and so I waited at the counter alone for my fries to be done. Yulia tried to spark up a conversation, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I was only in the mood to moan with annoyance when she told me that the fries would take a bit longer to make because of whatever issue they were having with the frier.

“I can bring the fries to the cabin for you once they’re done,” she offered. Her kindness made me less annoyed, and I smiled tightly.

“It’s fine. I’ll wait here.”

She smiled back and nodded, and when she looked out of the large window behind me, I turned to see what she was looking at.

“Where’s your father going?” Yulia asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I quickly got up from the stool and walked to the exit to call out to him. He was walking toward the hiking trail. “Where are you going?”

He stopped and turned to look in my direction. “Getting more firewood!”

That sounded boring. “Will you be gone for long?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Okay. Be careful!”

He nodded before continuing into the woods. I sighed and looked over to our cabin. Mom and Ronan were alone, and the idea of peeking through the windows to see what they were doing intrigued me.

But it also scared me.

I’d wait for Dad to come back.

I went back inside and sat down on the same stool. Yulia had put a glass of iced tea in front of me, and I looked at her with a raised brow. I hadn’t asked for it, but I wouldn’t turn it down.

“It’s on me. For having to wait on the fried. And because I think you’re a cool person.”

My brows furrowed. “You do?”

“Yeah.”

“What about Ronan?”

She chuckled and shrugged. “He’s a sweet guy.”

“He has a crush on you,” I admitted. Although, I wasn’t so sure about it now. Maybe he only acted as if he had a crush on her to hide the fact that he was fucking Mom. But I couldn’t tell a strange woman all that.

“I figured as much,” she said with a grins. “Too bad I’m too old for him.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-two.”

So, then years older.

I pursed my lips. I couldn’t say much more. I was afraid I’d spill all our immoral family secrets.

“And I have a boyfriend. So…I’m not available anyway. But a little bit of flirting is always nice. Keeps me going, you know?”

I shrugged. I guess .

Our conversation faded when a group of people came in to eat, and she got busy again while I kept sitting there, drinking my free drink, and waiting for my single order of fries.

Finally, I got my food, and because I hadn’t seen Dad come back from the woods yet, I ate my fries there. Just as I finished eating, I saw him come back with a bunch of wood in his arms. I said goodbye to Yulia and headed outside to catch up to him.

“Hey, you’re back. And I see you were successful.”

“Yeah, but most of the wood out there is wet. This is all the dry wood I could find.” He stopped a few feet from the cabin and turned to me. “Have you not been back in the cabin yet?”

I shook my head. “I ate my fries at the diner. Why?”

He didn’t answer my question. Instead, he told me to stand there and not move while he headed over to the porch to put down the wood.

I followed him with my eyes, not understanding what he was doing. He stopped on the side of the cabin and looked through the window to the living room.

Was he spying on them?

“Dad…what are you doing?” I hissed.

He lifted his finger to his lips to shush me before he beckoned at me.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go over there and see what he was seeing.

God, who was I kidding? Of course I wanted that.

I walked to him, and when I was standing next to him, he put one arm around my waist to position me in front of him.

“What are we looking at?” I asked, not seeing anyone in the living area of the cabin.

“Over there. Your bedroom,” Dad said, pointing his finger in that direction.

The bedroom door was halfway often, and I could see the bed on which Mom was lying on. She was on her stomach, and her ass was in the air. Ronan was behind her, and I could see his cock slide in and out of Mom.

They were fucking while we were gone. Weren’t they scared to get caught?

“Oh…” I was speechless. As much as I wanted to see that, I wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. “This is weird.”

Dad chuckled. He was amused by this. “Relax, baby. Can’t tell me you didn’t want to see this.”

“I’m not so sure I like it so much now that I’m seeing it,” I admitted.

“I can change your mind.” His hand moved from my stomach to my pussy, and he cupped it while pressing his palm against my clit.

I pressed my lips together tightly and leaned back against him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Have you watched them often?”

“No. Not as often as you’d think, but a couple of times. It wasn’t too much fun though. I think watching them with you is more exciting.” He pressed kisses to the crook of my neck, and I kept my eyes on my brother, watching him fuck Mom.

I moaned when Dad started to rub my clit with his fingers, and I felt my body relax, even though other people on this campsite could appear from any direction and surprise us.

I decided not to think about that and focused on Dad’s touch, and the show in front of me.

“See how slow he takes it with her? That’s what she’s into now. Slow, boring sex. That’s why I love you so much. You let me fuck you hard. And she doesn’t feel as good anymore. You’re way tighter.”

As much as his words flattered me, I wasn’t so sure I liked how he talked about Mom. Though, the sex she and Ro were having did look boring. Then again…I never took Ronan as the adventurous type.

“Do you think they would ever do the things we did?” I asked, my voice breathy.

“No. But they would watch.”

Ronan’s hands gripped Mom’s ass tightly. Dad moved his hand and pushed it into my pants to slide his fingers in my panties, wetting them with the wetness. “Do you want them to watch us?”

Again, I wasn’t sure.

“Do you?”

“Yes. I think it could help us understand each other better.”

Our family’s bond was already pretty strong, and unlike Dad, I had a feeling that exposing each other could go into different directions.

We could either discover ourselves in a sinful yet sweet family dynamic, or face the possibility of things turning sour, ultimately breaking the loving and strong bond we once shared.

Whatever the outcome, we’d never know without trying.

And when I saw Ronan come on Mom’s back, I wanted to try.