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So, a nod was all I could do.

“Fuuuck…” His voice was dark and full of lust, and I got more and more excited with every throb of his cock. He was about to come, and I was about to taste his cum.

The salty liquid filled my mouth, and because it had no way to go but down, I swallowed it as it continued to cover my tongue. When it became hard to breathe, and when I was close to choking, I moved my head to get him out of my mouth.

I coughed, and Dad held my face in his hands as I tried to catch my breath.

He was breathing fast, with his chest rising and falling.

He studied me closely as tears ran down my cheeks. “You okay?”

I nodded, breathing out my reply. “Yes, I’m okay. I liked that a lot,” I told him with a smile.

“I know you did. It felt fucking amazing, baby,” he assured me, brushing his thumbs across my cheeks. Some of his cum was running down the sides of my chin, and I felt a drop fall onto my black leather jacket. It would leave a stain, but I didn’t care.

Dad kept his eyes on me as we both calmed down, and after a while, he leaned in to kiss my lips. “We should go back. Mom’s waiting.”

I nodded, hating that our time alone would soon be over. “Okay.”

He pulled up his pants and boxers and adjusted his cock in his crotch before continuing to drive, and I put the seatbelt on, sitting upright in my seat again.

We got back to the campsite just five minutes later, and as we got out of the car, Mom and Ronan already walked toward us, leaving the front door of the cabin open.

“Took you long enough,” Mom argued, crossing her arms over her chest as she studied Dad and me. “Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened, Ainsley. We just got caught up in the store.”

I nodded and added, “It was a big store.”

Mom didn’t look convinced. “You smell like old frying oil.”

Neither Dad nor I commented on that. The diner did smell a little funny, but Mom didn’t have to know about our lunch.

“Did you at least find everything?”

“Yes, we did. It’s all in the back,” Dad said, pointing to the trunk of the car.

Ronan was staring at me weird, and I raised a brow at him as we followed Mom and Dad around the car. “Did a bird shit on you?” he asked, his eyes dropping to the stain on my jacket.

I looked down and pursed my lips, amused by his question.

No, dear brother, that’s not bird shit. That’s our father’s cum which not only landed on my jacket, but also in my stomach.

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.

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