Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 8 - Sex Stories

Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 8

Chapter 8

Needless to say we attacked the rest of the season like wild animals, winning game after game.

Every game won got me closer to my goal, and with the core group in my pocket I felt confident that I'd soon be up in my daughter.

Sabine had just gone on assuming that the bet was off so she played her arse off that season.

I'm ashamed to say that I missed most of her games when she was growing up so I really had no standard for comparison, but it's hard for me to imagine she'd ever played any harder than she had for me.

We got into the playoffs and dispatched each of our opponents in turn until before you know it we were in the championship.

I took the team out for pizza and beer like the American baseball players do, or so I've been told, and that's when I learned the hazards of having a wild card like Mary-Beth on your side.

We were going over the team's performance, planning for next week's championship game when out of nowhere she says, "Hey Sabine, remember our bet?" motioning towards me with her head. "I'm gonna hold you to it."

I felt panic wash over me, thinking Mary-Beth was really upsetting the apple cart here.

Sabine looked like a deer caught in the headlights, giggling nervously.

"Y-you're kidding, right?" she inquired with a worried tone.

"I don't know." Mary-Beth replied with a wicked grin. "Am I?"

Everyone at the table had fallen silent when Sabine suddenly let out another nervous giggle before Alice punched her on ...

... the arm, and the girls all began laughing like it was an inside joke.

"Did I miss something?" I asked humorously, doing my best to sound sincerely mystified.

"Inside joke coach." Mary-Beth told me cheerily. "I could tell you but..."

She trailed off so I jumped in with, "Don't tell me, you'd have to kill me."

"God no!" Mary-Beth insisted defensively. "We'd have to shag the arse off you."

"Tell him!" Alice insisted, trying not to laugh. "Tell him now!"

"You girls are bad." I scolded them jokingly, but I could see that Sabine was getting genuinely uncomfortable.

I offered to buy them one more round and enlisted Mary-Beth to help me retrieve them so we could have a private talk.

Of course I wanted to know what the hell she was doing.

Not to put to fine a point on it but it really felt like she was dropping the ball.

"What the bloody hell?!" I whispered urgently as soon as we were out of earshot.

"Relax, this is gonna help us win." she explained cryptically.

I suppose the expression on my face told her that I wasn't satisfied with that answer because when we reached the bar and ordered she looked at my face and before I'd said a word she began explaining as concisely as possible for the sake of brevity.

It had started with a math test that Sabine hadn't been sure she'd passed, and that nervous energy, that uncertainty, was channeled into the game.

Mary-Beth had experimented, coming up with different scenarios.

Anything around sex was ...