Page 38 of Don't Let Your Mind Go There

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.

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