Page 31 of Don't Let Your Mind Go There

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.”

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