12
TATE
We had been in here for two weeks now, and though I missed home, I didn’t like the idea of going back and not being able to do all these things with Dad. Things between us would change, but I didn’t want them to.
Time didn’t go by fast up here in the mountains, and I was bored most of the time. I was only having fun and enjoying my time here when Dad gave me attention.
Apparently, it was the same for Ronan with Mom.
There was no way there wasn’t anything going on between him and Mom. Ever since they had that big argument, they had been acting strange. They were shy around each other, yet, there was this high tension between them.
I kept observing them throughout the days, trying to see if I caught them do something that would tell me I was right, but they hid their attraction pretty well.
They couldn’t fool me though.
It was still early in the morning this Sunday, but Mom, Ronan, and I were already awake. I couldn’t sleep because of Ronan watching YouTube videos on full-volume next to me in bed, and he wouldn’t leave the bed.
I decided to get out of the bedroom and sleep one or two more hours on the couch, but Mom was out there, doing Yoga.
I could’ve gone to their bedroom and get into bed with Dad, but that would’ve been way too obvious, so I went into the kitchen and sat at the table, waiting for them to be ready to have breakfast.
Mom and Ronan eventually came, but Dad stayed in bed. Mom hadn’t gone to check on him, and the urge to do so myself was strong. But I didn’t go. I stayed put, eating my cereal.
“What are we doing today?” Ronan asked, breaking the silence we had been sitting in for a while.
“We’ll go hiking. There is this trail we haven’t been on yet,” Mom said.
“Sounds fun. As long as we stay on the trail and won’t go looking for mushrooms.”
Mom looked at Ronan and shook her head. “I think it’s safe to say that we won’t find any mushrooms on this trip.”
“Not with that attitude,” Ronan teased, and Mom rolled her eyes, chuckling. “I’ll go check on your father. If we want to go on this hike, we should go early so we can get back before it gets too dark.”
I watched Ronan as Mom walked out of the kitchen, and I frowned at the way he let his eyes wander down her back until his gaze reached her ass. His eyes followed her until she was out of sight, and when he turned his head again, there was a smug grin on his lips.
His eyes met mine, and that grin faded. He raised a brow. “What?”
“You just looked at Mom’s ass and grinned like a weirdo.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I saw it. You looked at her ass and enjoyed it. You grinned!”
“Shut the fuck up, Tate. You’re delusional.”
For a second, I believed his statement. But I knew I wasn’t making it up. They were definitely being intimate.
“You’re delusional,” I muttered under my breath.
He got up from the table, dismissing me with a shake of his head. “You should really get your head checked, Tate.”
“Why are you saying that?” He had said it many times before, but those times, he had meant it as a joke. Though, even then, those words had hurt my feelings.
“Because I really think that you should.”
I ignored him. I didn’t need him to tell me to get my head checked when he was just as sick. And apparently, that ran in the family.
I kept quiet until Mom came back into the kitchen, looking rather annoyed. “Okay, I guess it’ll just be the three of us.”
“What, why?”
“Because your father doesn’t feel so good. He’ll stay in bed and rest.”
“What’s wrong with him?” Ronan asked.
“He says he’s feeling sick to his stomach.”
“I want to stay here and make sure he’ll be okay.”
Mom looked at me, ready to argue with me, but then she glanced at Ronan, and her expression softened. “Fine, you can stay with Dad if you want.”
That was easy.
“You’re just lazy,” Ronan muttered.
I looked at him with raised brows. “Or I want to stay here to make sure Dad’s okay. Besides, this way you can enjoy some time alone with Mom.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shrugged. I needed to keep my mouth shut to not comment on him looking at Mom’s ass again. “Nothing.”
“Let’s go get ready then. Tate, sweetie, why don’t you make your father a cup of tea?”
“Okay, sure.”
Once they had both gotten dressed and put on their hiking boots, I walked with them to the front door, waiting for them to leave. “When will you be back?”
“Probably before five. Maybe go reserve a table at the diner before it gets too full. I’ll be tired after the hike, and if your father’s not feeling well, I’m sure he won’t be cooking.”
She truly hadn’t pulled through with the cooking. Then again, we hadn’t bought enough things for three full weeks. “Okay, will do. Have fun on your hike.”
“Thanks. See you later.”
I waved and watched them disappear in the forest before I headed back to the kitchen to get the cup of tea I had prepared for Dad. I let it cool down for a bit, and as I turned around to head out of the kitchen, I jumped in surprise when I saw Dad standing in the doorway.
“Morning…how are you feeling?” I asked with a gentle smile.
“I’m good.”
Frowning, I looked down at the cup in my hands. “I thought you didn’t feel so well.”
“I’m fine. I lied.”
I looked up at him again, my eyes wide. “Why?”
“Because I was hoping this would be the outcome. Us being home alone.”
“Oh…” I pursed my lips and put the cup down on the counter, then I played with my hands in front of my stomach, feeling silly and excited all of a sudden. “To do what?”
He raised his thick brow at me. “ To do what ? I was hoping you’d catch on to it yourself. Actually, I think you did since you stayed here, wanting to look after me.”
He took a step toward me, and I stepped back until I hit the kitchen counter behind me. So, this was happening again.
Perfect.
This was great.
I wanted this.
I started to smile, and my cheeks turned bright red. “You lied to Mom just to be alone with me?”
“Apparently, I did. And it looks like that I’d do anything for you, at this point. Isn’t that what you want, baby?”
I quickly nodded. “Yes.”
“Then stop acting so surprised. We’re here now. Alone. Let’s not waste our time, hm?”
I nodded again, slowly this time. I couldn’t believe what was happening, even if it was exactly what I wanted every day since we came up here to this cabin.
Dad was twisted, just like me.
Which was good because we were clearly meant to be.
Dad made the first step. He came closer until he was standing in front of me, with his body touching mine, and his hands moving around my hips to pick me up.
He sat me down on the counter and moved between my legs, which I wrapped around his body. He had taken over control, and I let him.
His hands grabbed both my wrists, and he lifted my hands to his shoulders where he left them before he dropped his to my hips.
He was studying my face, taking in every inch of it with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“Remember what we did that night in the bathroom?” he asked, caressing my back while I ran my fingers into his hair.
I nodded. “When you peed inside of my vagina?”
A smirk tugged at his lips. I knew he liked when I talked like that. I sounded insecure and curious, but I wasn’t.
“Exactly that. You enjoyed that, yes?”
“I did. It felt strange at first, but then I liked it.”
“I was hoping to do something a little different this time.”
“What is it?”
Sometimes, I wasn’t sure if being this curious was a good idea. There were things in the world I didn’t think I would be able to understand or deal with. Since I was little, I looked away whenever they were showing bad things on the news. As twisted as my mind was, there were real life things I just didn’t want to see. I was also not into the idea of saying my last goodbyes to my grandparents when they were lying in their caskets. I was scared to see a dead person. It just didn’t sit right with me.
But the things Dad and I were doing were exciting. There was only one thing I wouldn’t want to play with in a sexual way. Or ever.
Pee was my limit. Cum was okay too. And blood…well, I’ve always wanted to have sex while on my period.
Maybe I should ask Dad about that sometime.
Dad lifted one hand and brushed back a strand of my hair, his face gentle now. “I want to take you into the shower and fuck you there. And then…” he stopped, smiling gently to show me that he had no bad intentions. But they would be sick for sure. “I would like to shower you with my piss. I want to see you all dirty and wet.”
I opened my mouth, unsure if I wanted to say something or not.
His words surprised me, even if I knew they’d be twisted.
I got excited. He wanted to play with me, and I was all for that.
“Okay.”
“Yeah? Are you sure?” he asked, keeping his voice gentle. “I don’t want to ruin you, my sweet girl.”
Oh Daddy…I think I’m already ruined.