Dani s Story Book III Decisions Chapter VIII
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Mateo lies with his daughter in his arms, her proclamation jarring his thought process - Abby wants to have sex. To give her father her virginity, the most coveted part of her being. He is reeling.
Part of Mat is ready to take her, right here, right now, his cock already hard and pulsing. The rational part of him, however, knows he shouldn’t. He has loved teaching her about sexual pleasure these last few months but has been careful to set a pace that wouldn’t overwhelm her. How much is too much? How far is too far? What all should he show her? It’s one thing to eat his daughter’s lovely pussy, to make her cum and tickle her needs. It’s another to teach her how to ride his cock.
That thought makes him twitch.
Mat doesn’t speak for so long Abby begins wondering if he was asleep during her confession. Minutes later though, he moves, holding her a little tighter, stroking her bare arm.
“Abigail… I love doing this with you.” She lifts her head as he turns on his side to face her, thumb stroking her jaw. “I love it so much it scares me.”
“Why?” her soprano voice implores. She doesn’t want him to be afraid of being with her.
“I’m a grown man, Abby. I’ve been having sex longer than you’ve been alive.” The comparison makes her heart flutter. Why is that so hot? “The things I’ve done, the things I think about doing to you… At first, this felt wrong, but…”
“I don’t think it’s wrong,” she whispers when he pauses. He smiles a little.
“It doesn’t feel that way, does it? We make each other happy, and there shouldn’t be anything wrong with that. But do you remember what I said when you first came to me, asking for my help?” She stares at him, and he stares back. “I don’t want to get in the way of normal experiences for you.” She sighs.
“I told you, you’re not getting in the way of anything.”
“Baby-”
“Maybe this isn’t normal, but who said it has to be? Maybe I don’t want the average experience, fumbling around with a guy who wouldn’t know half of what you do. I love being this way with you, too. If I had the choice to go back and do things differently, I wouldn’t. I would choose you, I would choose this, over and over.” Mat doesn’t speak, his face unreadable. “You have shown me mind-blowing things.” Abby can’t help but smile a little when she says that. “I wouldn’t trade those experiences for anything in the world. We’ve done a lot, and I know you still have more to show me… but I do want you to be my first.”
Mat still doesn’t speak, letting out a soft sigh as he assesses his daughter.
“Don’t you want to be my first?” she asks uncertainly.
“Oh, baby,” Mat says, large hand cradling the side of her head. The words stick in his throat. Instead of swallowing them down, he decides to spit them out. “I fucking dream about it. Every night.” Abby’s heart pounds in response.
“Then let’s do it,” she says, her leg coming up to hook over his hip. They’re both still naked and she can feel his stiffness against her thigh. Mat sighs heavily.
“Not yet.” Oh, how she is tired of hearing that. Before she can retaliate with words, he continues. “Let’s give it a little more time. I want you to be positive about this.”
“I-” Mat puts his thumb on her lips, halting her words.
“Just promise me you’ll think about it.” She knows she won’t get her way tonight, so she nods, placating him. Mat leans down and kisses her gently
“Now, how about you help me with this?” he says, putting her dainty hand on his oversized cock, and she can’t help but start stroking it.
-Three months later-
“Do you have your toothbrush?”
“Yes.”
“And all the clothes you’ll need?”
“Yes.”
“What about-”
“Dad, I have everything. I’ve been packing for the last two days.” Mat smiles.
“Yeah, and somehow you end up forgetting something every time.” Abby playfully hits his chest before he leads the way out and locks the door behind them.
Today is the beginning of Abby’s spring break - no school for the next eight days. They drive out of town, park in an enormous, multi-level garage, and board a plane. A couple times a year they fly out to their favorite beach and rent the same vacation house.
They reach the small coastal town, driving past teens carrying surfboards, walk-up ice cream shops, the smell of salt in the warm air. Mat grew up near here. The house they’re renting is right next door to some of his old family friends. Since his parents are gone, along with Abby’s mother, it’s only he and his stepdaughter that come to visit now.
With one hand on the wheel, Mat glances at her, Abby’s long hair caressed by the breeze sifting from the open window. Her large sunglasses cover her eyes, all her neat white teeth in her unrelenting smile, pointing at what’s different since the last time they were here, commenting on everything that’s stayed the same. He grins to himself, happy at how happy she is.
They pull up to the large cabin, and as they retrieve their bags from the trunk, they are greeted by John and Marcy. Emerging from the next house over, their temporary neighbors accost them with laughter and hugs.
“How are you?” John asks, pulling Mat in and slapping him on the back. John used to be his dad's best friend, practically a father to him as well.
“I’m great,” he smiles.
“Look at you! You’re all grown up!” Marcy gushes, holding Abby’s hands and looking her up and down. “How did she get so big?” she asks Mat who grins in return, wondering the same thing himself. The first time he brought Abby here, she was ten. Since then, John and Marcy have treated her like their own, just as they have always done to him.
Exiting the front door last, Ryan joins them, jaunting down the stairs in a t-shirt and board shorts. Ryan is John and Marcy’s grandson, just a year older than Abby.
“Hey, Ry,” Mat greets him.
“Hey, Mat,” he smiles back. “You up for boarding this year? My grandpa got the boat going again.”
“I am if you are.”
“Sweet.” Ryan nods, grinning. His eyes go to Abby, and Mat feels all sorts of emotions as he watches the young, good-looking kid check out his daughter.
“Hey, Abby.”
“Hi, Ryan.” They smile at each other.
“You’re just in time, my roast is almost finished,” Marcy chimes. Mat and Abby promise to come over for dinner after they’ve dropped their bags inside. They enter the familiar home, a place they’ve spent many summer vacations. The owners are almost never here, happy to lend it to Mat whenever it’s empty.
Upstairs, Abby claims her usual room, Mat taking the master. When she comes out, she’s wearing little jean shorts and a shirt that hugs her tiny waist. She was excited for the warm weather, tired of the lingering snow back home. Mat switches out his own pants for a more comfortable pair of shorts. Abby leans against the door frame, eyeing him as he pulls things from his suitcase. He looks so good in his t-shirt, his dark forearms invitingly muscular, the hardness of his shoulders hinted at behind the cotton. She could see him growing up in a beach town like this, his body still holding the memory of all-year-round summer activities.
He catches her staring and smiles. She walks forward and slips her arms around him, lifting to her toes to kiss him. His hand intertwines with her hair, holding her tightly as their mouths massage together. Abby wants him. He’s been busy at work, trying to prepare everything at the railyard for his week-long absence. As a result, they’ve hardly fooled around lately. Now they’re here, alone and uninterrupted.
Mat’s large palm cups her ass, and when she reaches down between them, grabbing him, he pulls his mouth away.
“Come on, we better head over there.” She shakes her head.
“I want you first.”
“Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for that,” he smiles, and she grudgingly releases him.
The five of them sit around the table plentifully bestrewn with all the food Marcy cooked. The adults chat while Ryan and Abby talk about school, conversations occasionally colliding. Mat notices how well they’re getting along, though that isn’t an anomaly. Every year they visit, Ryan and Abby always find ways to entertain each other, making do like any kids forcibly lumped together.
After dinner, Mat and John make plans to prep the boat in the morning while Ryan stands on the porch with Abby, saying goodnight.
“They’re getting on well this year, aren’t they?” Marcy comments, peeking at them through the window.
“Looks like it,” Mat says, watching them as well.
“You’ve done a fine job raising that one, Mateo.” He smiles.
“She’s a good kid. Ryan looks like he’s doing well.”
“He is, he’ll graduate with a few college credits this year,” John boasts proudly.
“That’s great. I’m glad we got them together before he gets too busy.”
They say their goodbyes, and Mat and Abby walk back next door. The house is quiet, and once they’re upstairs, Abby doesn’t hesitate to kiss her dad again.
“Let me take a shower first,” Mat says in her mouth.
“I’ll join you,” she offers.
“I’ll be fast. Go get comfortable in bed, I’ll be there in a few.” Abby agrees, stripping herself before sliding under the covers in Mat’s large bed. He takes his shower, and when he’s done, finds Abby fast asleep.
He is unhappily relieved.
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Abby wakes up alone.
“Dad?” Mat hears her call out, entering the room with coffee in hand.
“Morning, babe.” He sits beside her, and she leans up to greet him.
“Why did you let me sleep?” she says into his mouth.
“You needed it,” he says, unoccupied hand on her naked back.
“I’m awake now,” Abby says suggestively, and Mat smiles.
“Always insatiable,” he mumbles, giving her one last peck on the lips. “I have to help John get the boat ready. Get dressed and meet me outside.” She nods as he stands up, giving her a grin, then walks downstairs.
Abby tries not to, but she can’t help but feel dejected. Mat has hardly touched her since they’ve been here. Granted, they haven’t been here long, but she expected something by now. Perhaps she’s being paranoid.
She dresses in a tight tank-top and pairs it with a skirt, one that hugs the smallest part of her waist and flows down around her ass, stopping at the top of her thighs. Her swimsuit is underneath, and soon enough, she’s wearing nothing but the string bikini.
They spend the day on the boat, swimming and drinking ice-cold soda from the cooler, taking turns on the wakeboard, the sun’s heat making the air thick. Mat is deliciously shirtless, only allowing himself glances at Abigail’s beautiful body. He knows the taste of that pussy between her legs, how her nipples behind that material strain against his tongue, the way her toes point during an orgasm and the exact pitch of her voice when she’s about to cum.
He shakes his head to dislodge the thought, and as he does, catches her grinning at him, the same naughty notions mirrored in her eyes.
When the sun is lingering low in the sky, they make their way back to shore. The evening unfolds into a small party, John and Marcy inviting some neighbors over for drinks, their backyard decorated with lit lanterns and food, music filling the atmosphere. Most of the teenagers sit around the small fire, stealing wine coolers when the adults aren’t looking.
Abby watches Mat as he holds a beer and chats with John, the twinkle in his dark eyes, his ultra-white smile in his contrastingly dark face. The sun kissed them both today, her own skin lightly tanned. She’s back in her skirt, feeling Ryan’s eyes on her bare legs.
He’s cute. Just as cute as she remembers. She’s had a crush on him for years. Every time they come to visit, Ryan is usually here, and every time, she tries to impress him. She’s always had the feeling he’s been nice out of obligation, considering her just a friend. This year, though, it’s different. This year she isn’t trying as hard, and he is more friendly than ever. They hang around the other people their age, but he makes a point to sit in the chair beside her, to include her in conversation, asking her questions and telling her stories.
When it’s near midnight, Mat goes to Abby and crouches beside her chair.
“I’m heading to bed.”
“Okay, should I…?” she trails off.
“You’re good, stay and have fun,” he says with a smile. Abby watches him walk away, and suspicion starts to creep through her.
“Want to go for a walk?” Ryan asks, interrupting her reverie.
“Sure,” she smiles. They saunter along the beach, the edge of the ocean licking at their heels, talking about innocuous topics. Eventually, Ryan moves on to more personal questions.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, and she laughs.
“No. I’ve never had a boyfriend.”
“Why not?” he says with surprise. She shrugs. “Mat won’t let you?”
“That’s not it. We live in a small town, everyone knows everyone, y’know? It’s hard to meet new people. Although, I’m sure he wouldn’t be thrilled about me meeting someone,” she muses for reasons Ryan doesn’t understand.
“I wouldn’t blame him, you’re beautiful. It’s hard to believe you’ve never been kissed.” Abby’s first instinct is to correct him. She has been more than kissed. Way more. Instead, she keeps her mouth shut, focusing on the other thing he said, about her being beautiful. Her cheeks turn pink. Ryan takes her hand and they both stop walking. He’s tall, the perfect stature for a seventeen-year-old boy. She got to look at his bare chest all day, she knows what’s under his shirt. She’s curious what’s under his shorts…
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, voice low, and she’s slightly shocked. No one’s ever asked her this before - oddly enough. Considering that she’s been attracted to him for years, she can’t help but nod ‘yes’, and when his mouth touches hers, her mind stretches a million directions.
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“Mmm,” Mat hums, feeling a hand shake his shoulder.
“Wake up,” Abby says, and when he blinks, moonlight seeping through the window, he sees her on the edge of his bed. She doesn’t look happy. He sits up.
“What’s wrong?” he demands.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asks without vacillation.
“What?” He’s confused.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asks again. She’s angry.
“What are you talking about, sweetheart?” he says, still trying to wake up.
“Was it because of Ryan?” Mat pauses. “I may be innocent, but I’m not stupid,” she snaps. “What did you hope was going to happen?” His silence makes her angrier. “Tell me the truth!” she nearly shouts. Mat wants to tell her to calm down but knows that would be futile. No one has ever calmed down by being told to calm down. He swallows the guilty lump in his throat.
“Yes, I brought you here so you could see him,” he admits. “I know you like him. You always have.” Curiosity flickers on her face, wondering how transparent she really is.
“Why?” His jaw tightens, unwilling to answer. “You were hoping I would fuck him,” she accuses, and his eyes go anywhere but her face. Abby stands up, pacing the floor.
“I can’t believe you,” she sighs. As she was kissing Ryan on the beach, Mat’s subterfuge suddenly occurred to her. The reason he’s been so distant, the way he left her so she could spend time with Ryan. He wants her to have that ‘normal experience’ he’s been talking about. These last few months he’s been slowly withdrawing himself, and now she understands why.
“Abby -”
“Well, sorry to break it to you, but I didn’t have sex with him.”
“Abby, please -”
“Tell me you don’t want me,” she says, halting her pace and looking down at him. He stares up at her, mouth a hard line. “Right now. Tell me - and we can be done with my lessons. I’ll go find Ryan and fuck him right now if that’s what you really want, just… tell me to my face that you don’t want me.”
The dark room is filled with loaded silence. Despite everything, her words hurt him. Of course he doesn’t want Ryan to take her virginity. He wants it himself, and therein lies the reason he knows he has to push her away. He has shown her many things, taught her more about herself than she could have ever learned from someone else, but it has to end here. She’s asking an honest question - one that deserves an answer. But she already knows the answer. She is challenging him. Will he say yes and finally give in to what they both want, or will he dismiss her for the last time?
“I just want what’s best for you,” Mat whispers. Abby doesn’t move, giving him a blank gaze.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” she says again, unwilling to deviate from the ultimatum she’s given him. Mat sighs, looking out the window, then down at the blanket covering his lap.
“I can’t,” he says, feeling weak. For her sake, he should tell her it’s over, but he just… can’t. After a moment he looks up at her, and without breaking his gaze, Abby crawls onto the bed and straddles him, holding his head in her hands.
“Make love to me.” Abby’s whispered words linger between them. Mat doesn’t move, staring up at his headstrong, gorgeous daughter. She is his little girl, and all he wants is for her to be happy. Maybe this isn’t normal, but perhaps she’s right. Who said it has to be? This is their life, and right now, Mat does want her. More than he has ever wanted her. He made her wait months to see if her mind would change, and here they are - right back where they started.
This time, he doesn’t hold back.
Mat pulls off Abby’s shirt, and it starts a chain reaction. They kiss each other with fervor neither of them has used before. Mat grabs handfuls of her skirt, her ass on his lap, Abby pulling off his t-shirt and digging her fingertips into his skin.
“You’re spoiled, you know that?” Mat says. He’s said this before, and it is true. He can’t help but give in to her. She nods, bottom lip dragging along his chin.
“Give me what I want,” she breathes, and Mat immediately flips them over, turning so she’s beneath him on the bed, and in that instant, Abby loses her assertiveness. Mat’s strong, all too capable body above her makes her tremble in anticipation.
He takes his time. Ridding her of the skirt and bikini, Mat’s mouth is everywhere, massaging her body, kissing and nipping and trying to relax her. He lowers his head between her legs and licks her pussy to prepare it for him.
Abby likes this. She knows this, the familiar pressure of his tongue, a part of him he hasn’t given her in days. Mat slides a finger into her, and then another, reaching inside her as far as he can. She responds, knees as far apart as they can get, hips rolling to meet his touch. He tries to add a third finger, but it’s difficult. She gasps when he forces it in, attempting to loosen her up.
The extra pressure brings her close, but Mat knows her body all too well. He can sense her impending orgasm, removing his hand before she can get there. He needs her as aroused as possible for what he’s about to do.
Pulling himself back up her body, he looks down at her anxious face.
“Are you sure?” he asks, and despite the nerves eating at her, she nods. His mouth goes to her ear. “Relax, baby. I’ll take it slow, I promise.” Abby swallows hard and shuts her eyes, trying to regulate her breathing. Mat can’t believe this is about to happen. With his lips on her neck, he reaches down to grab himself, and she feels when his weighty organ touches her.
“Ohh,” she sighs from the warmth of it. Mat rubs his swollen head all around her wetness, massaging her folds. He humps against her, the length of his dick sliding along her slit, and she moans. He moves back and forth, hoping the motion will entice her, giving her an idea of what it will be like once he’s inside her. She loves it, the feel of his shaft against her swollen little clit.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she coos in her delicate voice.
“Just stay relaxed,” he coaxes. Then he lines himself up and begins pressing into her. The sensation between Abby’s legs is terrifyingly new. Just the head of him feels so big. Her wide blue eyes stare up at him, every ounce of innocence displayed on her face. Mat leans up and kisses her forehead, then pushes a little farther.
Abby’s muscles try to keep him out. She moans with shock at the feel of him entering her. Mat grinds his teeth, pushing a little harder, and finally, his cock head is buried inside her.
“Oh my god,” she breathes. Mat kisses along her neck, hunched above her, feeling her squeeze his tip.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. Stay open for me,” he encourages. Abby keeps her thighs spread, legs relaxed, her daddy trying to make room inside her with small motions.
“Good girl, stay just like that.” This is unlike anything Abby ever imagined. The pressure is strange, but it isn’t bad, her father’s hard, warm body enveloping her. Mat goes slow just like he promised he would, working in and out, little by little. After a few minutes, he’s able to get a few inches inside her, and she gasps aloud when he makes contact with her hymen. They both pause, breathing into each other.
“You okay?” he asks, and she nods. Mat pulls slowly out of her. “I’m gonna push in again, ok?”
“Okay,” she whimpers, and as promised, Mat re-enters her. Sliding in with excruciating slowness, they can both feel with shocking clarity the texture of each other. They moan together, Abby choking back pain when he bumps into her virginity again. Mat does the same thing once more. He’s going so damn slow, his thickness attempting to stretch her chaste pussy.
He works her at an unhurried pace, taking his time, trying to weaken her inner wall, and on his latest push, he feels her flex around him. He stops, both of them already panting.
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