by Writing Shark
Alice can’t fall asleep
While you enjoy yourself with your wife in your bedroom, Alice tosses and turns on her bed in search of sleep that just won’t come. Thoughts of today occupy her mind and she can hardly wait for her birthday. So far, she hasn’t really cared about this date, but her father’s hug has shown her how much he can shake her. The idea of being able to hug him more often now makes her jittery and the fact that he has expressed his trust in her so clearly is one of the most significant events for the girl in recent times. First she thought he would move away from her, but he has driven this fear out of her and now there is only joy in the young girl. Grinning, she lies down on her back and stares up at the ceiling where a net hangs on which her father and she have hung small mementos and photos of their lives.
“Thanks dad” she whispers, looking at the many testaments to a life in which her father was always there, even if she hadn’t always noticed. “And now you’re there even more.” She knows her father has only her best interests at heart, and she is grateful to him for that. That he has now told her she is the way he wanted her to be makes the girl overjoyed, especially since he can now finally open up to her. It must have been exhausting for him to hold back so much for her, and Alice is determined to show him that his efforts were not in vain.
She can’t believe what a gift her father is giving her, rolls onto her stomach giggling and kicking her legs in the air. “Thank you!” she cries happily into her pillow, thinking of the future her father has given her. She almost manages to lie there longer until a muffled scream echoes through the house, perking her up again.
“FUCK!” The face of Alice turns red as she hears her mother’s voice, which cannot be muffled even by the thick walls of her house. They’re doing it right now, the girl thinks to herself, her face turning red.
She knows that her father has needs, he is a man, and besides, he pays for the house and everything Alice owns. Also her school and the things her sister and mother use. He is allowed to be free in his house, as he allows his wife and daughters. And her mother takes advantage of that too. Alice is used to her parents having an active sex life and secretly she is glad about it, because she sees from her friends’ families what a quarreling parental home can do. She doesn’t wish that for herself or Gemma. And her mother would simply be lost without her husband, the girl knows that. Everyone in the house knows it.
So your daughter turns on her side and tries to block out her mother’s lustful cries. Dad must be in a particularly good mood today. That was already the second, no the third climax. Alice shakes her head but the thoughts can’t be dispelled. I wonder what she did to earn this? Then she startles up.
“Oh no!” She rolls out of bed and looks at her alarm clock on the nightstand. It’s not too late yet. She forgot her daily selfie for her father. With a frown she thinks of Elise and is a little disappointed in herself that she could forget such a thing. Especially on this important day.
Alice pulls out her cell phone and adjusts the camera. Then she hesitates. Her nightgown is an old shirt of her father’s that he doesn’t need anymore. It’s wide and open; he’s just so much taller than she is. Alice looks down at herself. Can she send him a picture like that? She doesn’t even have a bra on underneath! Just a pair of plain white panties! Another scream from her mother echoes through the house. Now what? Should she send her father a picture of herself while he’s with her mother… and in her underwear? How long will it take her to change? She looks at the clock. Too little time. Should she wait?
“Or right now…?” Which would please her father more? “Or what would disappoint him more? Damn it Alice! Stupid goose!” But it’s no use. While her mother curses and begs and screams, Alice turns on her bedside lamp, sits upright, lifts the cell phone and… She doesn’t know for herself why she pulls on her shirt… So it stretches over her body even better… But the photo is already taken without her thinking about it. She quickly checks the photo, sees that it is not blurred, and sends it. Then she falls back into bed and looks up at the photos of her life. There he is, her father. And her. Arm in arm. No, she concludes. There’s nothing wrong with sending her father a photo in her nighties. He has seen her like this many times before. And even if her mother meanwhile… But why did I pull on my shirt? Or was she just dressing up? Her father deserves that she dresses up for him. The cell phone in her hand was expensive and he paid for it with his money. And the nightgown is also his.
“The main thing is that he got his selfie today” she decides and turns off the night light again.
But she still can’t fall asleep. Her mother is quiet now and by her count, her father has made her climax three or four times.
Again, Alice tosses and turns. Now that she’s done all her chores for the day with the selfie, her thoughts can circle back around to the future. The great future with her father.
But there is another thing that won’t let her go. Alice sighs and guilt spreads through her.
“Oh damn,” she grumbles sullenly as she listens for her parents’ voices. A very soft giggle is heard from upstairs as doors open and close. Are they going to take a shower? A good idea after mom… “Crap…”
There it is again, that feeling Alice doesn’t like. It keeps coming, more and more often lately, and Alice doesn’t know what to do about it. It bothers her that she is not strong enough to fight it. But it doesn’t help.
Writing Shark 