Page 117 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“I bet it is, little one,” I agreed.
“So you want to?” she asked, looking at me.
“I do, baby.”
She looked at Tyler. “You want to as well?”
“I do, Teenie.”
“I do too,” she agreed, “but even if it doesn’t work out for us, we will still be best friends and love each other,” she commanded with a waggle of her finger.
Tinsley
Sitting at the breakfast bar while Daddy and Uncle Tyler made breakfast felt normal. Their playful banter made me giggle. Daddy smacked Tyler’s hand with a spatula when he tried to snatch a piece of bacon and now Uncle Tyler was holding the coffee pods out of his reach.
“Tyler Smith, I’m going to kick your ass.”
“You hit me with the spatula you used to cook the bacon I’m trying to steal, you sadistic bastard.”
“If I give you the fucking bacon, will you give me the damn coffee?”
“Yes.”
Daddy sighed but held the plate of food out to him. He took two pieces of bacon. “Eh, I want my original piece and then one for the suffering you caused me.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Daddy allowed him the second piece. Uncle Tyler handed him the coffee pods.
They were so silly this morning. I felt like it was because some of the weight on their shoulders had been lifted.
Uncle Tyler plopped down on the chair beside me and picked up the spoon sitting inside my yogurt. “Open wide, baby bird.”
I shook my head. I hated the yogurt. It had probiotics in it. I didn’t really know what probiotics did, but I didn’t like the sound of them.
“Teenie,” Uncle Tyler scolded. My pussy throbbed inside my diaper. It had been achy all morning. Images of Daddy and Uncle Tyler taking me together filled my head and I squeezed my legs together, trying to get some relief. I needed them to see how needy I was.
“Tinsley, Daddy is going to count to three. One, two…”
Shaking my head again, I did something I’ve never done in my entire life. I reached forward and pushed the yogurt off the table. The container hit the floor with a splat. I would have giggled at the disgusting sound had I not been so busy fearing for my ass. What had I just done?
Looking up from the yogurt, Daddy’s firm stare clued me in on just how much trouble I was in. I dropped my head and spared a glance at Uncle Tyler. He looked no less angry than Daddy. Oh, no.
“Tinsley Harper, did you just throw your yogurt on the floor?”
“Nu,” I answered Daddy.
“No?” He questioned, his tone like steel.
“I didn’t throw it on the floor.”
“How did it get there?”
“I-I pushed it.”
The sound of a pan being set on the stove made me flinch. I knew what was coming next.
Uncle Tyler’s chair scraped across the floor as he stood too. Grabbing my upper arm, Daddy led me off the stool and into the bedroom.
He sat and pulled me in between his legs. “Oh, Little girl.”
